  Genre: Contemporary Romance *DISCLAIMER* This is not a dark romance. There will be minimal angst or drama. There will be lots of laughs, frequent dropping of the F-bomb, and crazy monkey sex. You know how people say they woke up in Vegas married and you're like, how the hell could that possibly happen? Who does that? Well, us apparently… and the press is having a field day. Let's not even get started on the topic of my mother. Then there's my grandpa wanting to meet my new husband--that's not scary at all. On top of that, we're heading out on tour and I'm a nervous wreck--factor in the fact that Jesse's newly changed marital status doesn't seem to be an issue for the groupies. Nothing deters them. Not even the fact that I'm standing right there when they proposition him. I can handle the press, my mom, and even my grandpa. But the women who are ruining my current mood of "happy", well, they've got another thing coming. It's time to put these women in their place because nobody messes with my happily ever after. Jesse continue in Blush, Rockstar #2. ~Excerpt~ Lucy's POV “I'VE GOT IT,“ Xander shouts and bangs his fist on the table in the quaint little diner. “What have you got? Herpes?“ Meggie asks with a snort. “Ha, ha. No, smart ass, I've got our title.“ “What title?“ Sera asks. “Well, you know how PR goes through and gives the tour some fancy schmancy title, usually based on the album title?“ “Yeah,“ Cage tells him. “I think we've got that handled.“ “Dude, Cage. No. I've got the title for our tour.“ Cage lifts a brow. “Yeah? What is it?“ “The BFD tour.“ Meggie snorts. “The what?“ Cage asks. “The BFD tour. See, technically it can be the Blush-Falling Down tour but really what we'll be calling it is the Big Fucking Deal tour.“ “Um, Xander?“ I say. “Yeah, Luce, what's up?“ “Well, the big fucking deal thing? That can be construed as it's really not a big fucking deal.“ He waves a hand at me. “Luce. We're talking about us. There is no mistaking that.“ “True, true.“ “So what do you say, Cage my man? The BFD tour?“ Xander asks with a grin. “Yeah, Xander, I just don't see that working. We can't have profanity in the slogan for the tour.“ “Dude, no one needs to know it's profanity.“ “Everyone knows that BFD means big fucking deal, Xander,“ Sera tells him with a laugh. Xander pouts for a second and silence fills the diner. Then he perks up. “You know what? Fuck you all. I'm going to slogan the shit out of this tour all by myself and informally call it the BFD tour. That's going to catch on so much better than whatever bullshit your PR asshats are cooking up, Cage, and you know it. The BFD tour is going to be a big fucking deal!“ “Fuck yeah it is,“ Jesse agrees with a fist bump. Everyone else fist bumps as well. “That's pretty freaking clever, Xan my man,“ I tell him and he preens. Seriously, he preens. Cage blows out a breath. “I guess there's no choice then is there?“ “None,“ Xander smirks. Cage nods. “The Blush-Falling Down aka BFD tour it is.“ “This is going to be fucking awesome,“ Ethan says. “No, no dude,“ Xander corrects. “It's going to be a big fucking deal!“ “We're going to have to listen to this until the tour's over aren't we?“ Sera asks, leaning over and whispering in my ear. I sigh. “I'm afraid so. Xander's on a roll and we don't want to hurt his feelings. I hate when he gets all pouty.“ Sera nods. “Okay.“ A few minutes later Sera shouts out, “BFD!“ And Xander answers her with a fist bump and a really loud, “Yeah baby! B effing D!“ Cage wipes a hand over his face and shakes his head in disbelief. “Bitches, fuckers, skank-ass-hoes, groupie whores, and big fucking deal. You all are going to get me fined for sure, possibly even sued.“ Sera bumps his shoulder with hers. “Should make for an interesting tour, huh?“ Cage laughs. “That it will, Sunshine. That it will.“ Buy Links: Amazon iTunes Barnes and Noble  First and foremost I am an avid reader of romance. I read every single day. Without reading I wouldn’t be inspired to write. The same can be said about music. I started reading with Nora Roberts and Sandra Brown’s LoveSwept titles forever ago and went from reading solely traditionally published to reading nearly all indie authors. I still read my Nora and a few others. A must. I started seriously writing about six years ago when the need to get the stories that are stuck in my head on paper became overwhelming. I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them. I’m a huge fan of music, chocolate, fruit, Fall, Matt Shadows, Avenged Sevenfold, and Milo Ventimiglia. Author Links: Site Facebook Twitter Pinterest Goodreads  Anne Mercier is giving away a Print copy of Falling Down, a print copy of Blush, and a $10 Amazon GC. For your chances to win, fill out the rafflecopter below.
a Rafflecopter giveaway   Genre: Science Fiction Romance Enforcer Fontana Marks vacations undercover until she can testify against the Track Cartel for crimes against the Galactic Coalition. But the cartel is hiding something, and Fontana intends to find out what—then make them pay for murdering Jenny, the young scientist she failed to protect while on assignment on Rigil IV. The last thing Fontana intends to do while vacationing incognito on the fantasy resort Sagitariun is follow the advice of her superior. “Rest, recuperate, and find a man.” But how can a woman resist a blond, blue-eyed man streaking naked in public? And why can’t she to get rid of the damned trench coat she stole? ~Excerpt~ The man shifted, and the loose-fitting white shirt went taut across his broad shoulders. Memory of his tanned skin and steel muscle hit like a thunderbolt, and Fontana’s stomach did a flip. He grinned, a sure sign he knew he was being viewed through a one-way door. Desire rippled through her on a slow, sure wave that promised heart-stopping pleasure. She’d known good-looking men. Ray, her last serious relationship five years ago, had been gorgeous. She’d been mad for him, but the man standing outside her door had a quality about him that made her want to snuggle up against him and fall asleep. Fontana snorted. Her body would disagree. Right now that part of her throbbed with an insistent desire to bed him—hard. Maybe then the flutter in her heart would have a say, and she’d fall asleep wrapped in his arms. That would be a welcome change to the sleepless nights she’d spent since Jenny’s death. It would be a temporary fix, but she could use at least one good night’s rest. She sighed. First she’d better deal with the damned raincoat and find out how the naked man had escaped the shock troopers. Then there was the little matter of how he’d found out where she was staying. Fontana rose and smoothed the form-fitting blouse and poly-cotton slacks she wore. “Open door,” she said, and the door dematerialized. His stare slid down her body, and her nipples tightened to a delicious discomfort—and one he couldn’t miss under the millipore fabric of her top. “Well, Mr. Long John.” His blue eyes returned to her face. “Long John?” She stepped aside and motioned him in. “Last time I saw you, your long johnson was standing at attention.” He entered, and the door rematerialized behind him. “Give him a minute, and he’ll be at your command again.” “What are you doing here?” He wrapped an arm around her waist. “You said to look you up.” She spun out of his grasp and backed up. “How did you find me?” “Spacer Jack’s is brimming with information.” He was right. She’d figured that out the first time she’d walked in. Even a benign resort like Club Sagitariun had a dark side. Proof stood right in front of her in all its masculine glory. No. All his masculine glory had been long, hard, and ready to go in the alley. Damn shock troopers. Ten more minutes and she would have had a quick hard ride on his steel rod. He continued to advance. She retreated. “Where’s my raincoat?” He grasped her hand. “What do you need with a man’s raincoat?” “The owner is looking for it.” “Forget about him.” He stepped closer. “Can’t.” “I came to thank you for the coat. Let me buy you breakfast.” Some offer—and not what she had in mind for jump-starting a morning that had begun four hours ago for her. “It’s not my coat,” she said. “We’ll find the owner and thank him—later. We have some unfinished business.” Heat radiated from his body. Her pulse sped up. The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened. Her calves made contact with the bed. He stepped closer, grasped her hand, and pressed her palm over his heart. Fontana ignored the warmth spreading through her and locked gazes with him. “What did those shock troopers want?” He shrugged. “Never found out.” “They never caught you.” “I had to elude them so I could be here.” That had a certain logic she liked. His fingers gently tightened over the hand still pressed against his heart. “You’ve got my heart beating like crazy.” She noted the hard muscle of his chest, under which only a regular heartbeat thumped, and pulled her hand away. “It’s not nice to lie.” “I’m hurt.” She wanted to laugh. He actually did look hurt. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all that we’ve shared,” he said. Now she did laugh. Fontana was startled at the unexpected relief she felt. She hadn’t laughed since setting foot on Rigil IV. He cut off her thoughts by pulling her against him. His mouth crashed down onto hers. The hard ridge of his arousal dug into her stomach. She could almost believe she had a special effect on him. Almost. But that erection was just a little too ready—a little too eager—to belong to anyone but a working man. Buy Link: Amazon  T. C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey. They live in the Northeast. Evan has a Ph.D. in electrical engineering, and Shawn is a small business owner. Their collaboration began on a lark with the post WWII film noir story The Pickle My Little Friend, and has evolved into over a dozen works, which includes their new series The Phenom League, the Blood Angels series, and Daphne Du Maurier winner, the romantic thriller For His Eyes Only. Author Links: Site Facebook Twitter Goodreads  T.C. Archer is giving away an ebook copy of Fontana's Trouble to one lucky winner. Enter the rafflecopter below for your chance to win.
a Rafflecopter giveaway   Genre: Paranormal Romance Gregor Stone is a full-blood Gargoyle and the Warden at the New Atlanta Penitentiary. He spends his days running the prison and his nights looking for Unholy. With the recent discovery that Gargoyles can mate with humans, there is new hope for his kind. Gregor has found his mate, but there’s one problem: she hates him. He believes his happily ever after is still just a fairy tale. Tessa Blackmore is Trouble with a capital T and has been since she was a baby. Tessa is a half-blood. Her father is a Gargoyle and her mother is human. The half-bloods have hidden themselves from the Gargoyles for centuries. Now that Tessa has found her mate in a full-blood, will she continue to hide, or will she give in to the pull of the mate bond? Tessa is running from her past and the madman hell bent on catching her. As he and his army close in, Tessa is forced to turn to the one man she has tried to avoid for years: her mate. ~Excerpt~ Tessa was an idiot. Pure and simple. Why in the name of all that was holy did she agree to this? At least she was driving herself and wouldn’t have to rely on Gregor’s generosity when she decided it was time to go. And go she would. If tonight went the way she was sure it would, Gregor would pour on the Stone charm and seduce her, appealing to her inner shifter to mate with him. She had to be strong, not only for her sake but his as well. She had already let the family down by spilling as much information as she had about the human bonding. So be it. Rafael was King, and as such, he had to make the hard decisions, whether they be about territories, family disputes, or what diapers to put on his little Prince. She didn’t need a GPS to tell her where her mate lived. When she first transitioned, she became obsessed with him. She followed Gregor often, sometimes to bars, sometimes to his home. Never did she get up the nerve to get close to him. Maybe it hadn’t been nerves, more like self-preservation. As time went on and she realized she would never be with him in the way they were meant to be, she stopped following. Watching him go out of town to meet other women had been too much. That was when she decided to hook up with Jacques. What a disaster that turned out to be. Gregor’s property was secured tighter than a military fort. The gate was thick iron and the security box was state of the art, voice recognition. Since she had never been there, Gregor had left it open for her arrival. As soon as she drove through, it automatically closed behind her. The rumble of her Camaro was loud against the silence of the woods. She was surrounded by trees on both sides of the long, paved drive that led to Gregor’s home. She expected a log cabin to be nestled among the Georgia pines. What she didn’t expect was the massive log and stone structure that came into view as she drove out of a curve. She put her car in park and just sat there. Holy Mother of Zeus. Tessa was in the midst of her dream home. Of course her mate would live in the woods in the type of house she had dreamed of ever since she was a little girl. She liked her house in New Orleans, but she had bought it as an investment. This… this house was what dreams were made of. Baking cookies with your little girl dreams. Sitting on the deck watching your mate throwing football with your little boy dreams. Relaxing in the hot tub after the kids had gone to bed dreams. Making love in front of the fire dreams. The front door opened and Gregor stepped out onto the porch. He was dressed casually in faded jeans and a long sleeve Henley. The sleeves were pushed up showing his massive forearms. His feet were bare. Gods that was so sexy. He didn’t move toward her, just stood with his hands in his pockets, waiting. Tessa grabbed her backpack from the passenger seat and angled out of her sports car. She didn’t bother locking the door. “Do you want to put her in the garage?” Gregor inclined his head toward the car. Dammit, he was already being nice. “Nah, she’ll be fine out here for one night.” Tessa needed to remind herself that this was one night only. Though her curiosity was peaked at what he had in the garage besides his Hummer and Harley. She slowly walked up the steps and stopped, leaving an arm’s length between them. Gregor took her backpack. “I hope you like Italian.” He opened the door, holding it for her. She stepped into the spacious, open room. The floor plan was perfect. The large family room opened up to the kitchen and dining area. There were windows everywhere including a large sliding glass door that led out to a deck on the back of the house. Even though Gargoyles weren’t affected by the cold, Gregor had a fire going. A large bearskin rug covered the hardwood floor in front of the hearth. She could already see herself naked underneath Gregor on that rug. Buy Links: Amazon Smashwords All Romance eBooks Grab a signed paperback  Faith Gibson lives outside Nashville, Tennessee with the love of her life, and her two-legged best friends. She began writing in high school and over the years, penned many stories, and poems. When her dreams continued to get crazier than the one before, she decided to keep a dream journal. Many of these night-time escapades have led to a line, a chapter, and even a complete story. When Faith isn’t jotting down her crazy ideas, she can be found playing trivia while enjoying craft beer, reading, or riding her Harley. Author Links: Blog Facebook Twitter Tsu Goodreads  Faith Gibson is giving away a ebook copy of Rafael, and print copy of Rafael, and a $5 Amazon GC.
For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below. a Rafflecopter giveaway   This week’s theme is Sexy Me Up and while it’s hard to define, we can think of a lot of sexy scenarios that can be applied. Think about the Pygmalion types…those who don’t think they are sexy…and suddenly, all those around realize just how desirable they are. Or how about those who have just gotten over a bad breakup and need a little reassurance that they are indeed sexy. Overall, we are going to leave this up to you, the author, as to what it can mean. Remember, our sexiness can happen anywhere, anytime, day or night. People fall in love in many different ways. It could be on a date, at a school dance, on a hike, with the boy or girl next door, just anywhere two or sometimes more people or beings are drawn together because of that feeling called love. So here's my Sexy Seven for this week....Debra and Johnson have met at a wedding...He's being flattering and teasing...she has reason to be wary..... “Flattery won’t get you anywhere either. I’ve sampled a few too many of the bride’s pastries to be considered beautiful.” She chuckled as his step faltered. He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “You’re too hard on yourself.” His fingers slid over her waist and down her hips, as if he was fitting her for a dress, before tugging her close again. “All that makes you sexier.”   Saddle Up with the best-selling authors who brought you Cowboy Up... And fall for Six more Cowboys ready to steal your heart! Good Ride, Cowboy by Allison Merritt Sometimes all you need is one good ride to clear your head. Cowboy in Waiting by Leslie P. Garcia She’d buried a hero. She wasn’t looking for another. But her cowboy in waiting was far from a hero… Cowboy in Trouble by Autumn Piper A cowboy on the run and a girl on the rebound make for a messy fling. A Cowboy’s Heaven by Sara Walter Ellwood From the hell of lost love, can they find heaven together? Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun She left town to chase her dreams... He stayed and ignored his... Can they find their dreams together? AND............... The Heartbroken Cowboy by Melissa Keir Love isn’t found at the bottom of a bottle… Johnson O’Neill joined The Heartsong Ranch to escape his addiction. One night at a friend’s wedding, stress causes him to fall off the wagon and into the arms of the woman of his dreams. Debra Donahue lost her husband to alcohol then pulled herself up by her bootstraps becoming a million-dollar selling real estate agent. One night with a sexy cowboy and a bottle of whiskey, Debra falls hard. Can an alcoholic cowboy and a brokenhearted woman find love despite their fears? Or will the bottom of a bottle claim another happily ever after? BUY LINKS: AMAZON EBOOK http://www.amazon.com/Cowboy-Up-2-Allison-Merritt-ebook/dp/B00U4190W4/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1425165463&sr=8-3&keywords=cowboy+up+2 AMAZON PRINT http://www.amazon.com/Cowboy-Up-2-DAnn-Lindun/dp/1508516413/ref=sr_1_14?ie=UTF8&qid=1425167214&sr=8-14&keywords=cowboy+up+2 Don't forget to check out the Youtube book trailer: http://youtu.be/JajSFGBZDus And stop by the rest of the blog participants....more sexy at each place...... http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/  Ignoring a recent trauma that affects her everyday life, ER Doctor Kate Maguire engages in some high risk activities, but these situations aren’t enough to feed her edginess. She needs something more. When her brother’s high school best friend comes back to town, it’s her chance for a ‘no strings attached’ fling with the man who still headlines all her best dreams. Rhys MacGrath’s days of one-night-stands are long over. The pro-football player might be side-lined at rehab for a shoulder injury, but that doesn’t mean he can’t admire and desire the all-grown-up, so-damn-hot, version of the tomboy he once knew. His sudden interest in Kate might aggravate his best friend, but it’s her indifference that drives Rhys crazy. Everything heats up when Kate’s nosy nature puts her in the line of fire of an arsonist forcing Kate and Rhys to deal with more than just the sparks igniting between them. Buy Links: Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/one-good-catch All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-onegoodcatch-1758643-149.html B&N: Coming Soon... Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/One-Good-Catch-Maguires-Corner-ebook/dp/B00UKO57B8/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1426176719&sr=1-1&keywords=one+good+catch  Moving back he caged her against the wall with his arms and body. Leaning in, his lips hovering over hers, he stopped. “What are we doing?” he asked, his voice hushed. “I don’t know.” “Tell me you want this.” Kate shrugged. “You think I’m complicated.” “You are complicated. This whole thing is complicated. It doesn’t mean I don’t want it.” Rhys lifted one hand from the wall and placed his palm on her chest, over her heart, which tripled in speed under the warmth and weight of it. “Mac.” “No,” he said, “You never call me Mac.” “Rhys.” “Better.” Kate licked her lips, enjoying the way Rhys’s gaze followed the movement of her tongue. “Everyone calls you Mac.” “You never do.” “I didn’t know you noticed.” “I’ve noticed lots of things.” Rhys closed the gap between them, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Like what?” “You taste amazing.” He kissed her lips lightly, drawing the bottom one between his own before releasing it. “Your eyes glitter in the sun.” His lips glided along her jaw. “You’re vulnerable right here.” He found the spot on her neck that had her holding her breath and biting down on her own lip.   Heather M. Gardner's love of books began on the hand-woven rugs of her small town library. There she had a never-ending supply of stories to read at her fingertips. As a teen, she would curl up with her favorite genres, romance and mysteries. When she started to create her own stories, they were the perfect fit. Heather resides in New York with her best friend who is also her husband, plus her talented and handsome son. She is currently owned by four stray cats. Heather's a full-time mom, works part-time from home, a chocolate enthusiast, coffee junkie, cat addict, book hoarder and fluent in sarcasm. Blog: The Waiting is the Hardest Part - http://hmgardner.blogspot.com/ Twitter: @hmgardner Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HeatherWritesRomance Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/HMGardner Don't forget to keep your eyes open for another Maguire's Corner Novel coming soon! .... Please support my Thunderclap campaign: http://thndr.it/1z2lkHH Buy Links: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1z1GIIk Samhain: http://bit.ly/1C3HCas B&N: http://bit.ly/1zaLecb Available for pre-order February 8 - click here Ready to read March 10 No more Mr. Nice Guy. Magic is Becca Salt’s business, but it ain’t happening in her bedroom. The half-witch proprietress of From Crud to Stud performs miracle makeovers for paranormal creatures. Once she’s done with them, they’re out the door hunting for hot babes, not hanging around for a too-curvy, plain Jane like her. Her newest client is hot, hung, mouthwatering perfection. What could she possibly improve upon? Eric Diletto. Descendant of Cupid, bred for courtship, courtesy, and all that other gentlemanly junk. What has it gotten him? Dumped time and again for bad boys. He needs Becca’s help for an entirely different reason—regression therapy to release his inner beast. Grrrr. Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. Becca aches for a man who loves her as she is, not because he’s under the influence. But Eric isn’t as impaired as she thinks. And he intends to take Becca here, there, and everywhere—anything to convince her his desire isn’t just the potions talking. Product Warnings A witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy!   From the next room, something rammed into the wall. “Don’t do that,” a woman warned. Her gravelly voice sounded as if she’d been gargling with Drāno. A hiss from Hell answered her, followed by more pounding that shook the photos hanging in here. All depicting the French Quarter with weird symbols gracing the edges. Greek? Martian? Who knew? Despite the redhead’s allure, it was definitely time to get out of this looney bin. Eric shoved his feet into his loafers and pulled on his shirt, not bothering to button the damn thing. With his boxers dangling from his front pocket, he moved cautiously to the door and put his ear against it. Muted howls, shrieks and groans greeted him. Would he have to fight his way out? He knew some martial arts but wasn’t a whiz at it like Neo who’d spun like a human tornado in The Matrix. Hell, he wasn’t even a beast, which was why he’d come here in the first place. Nitwit. Still cursing himself, he edged the door open and peeked around it. The redhead was gone. Her fragrance lingered. Something deep, seductive, witchy—for lack of a better word—which brought to mind sultry nights, the rustling of black silk, the delight of female musk. He swallowed, then wrinkled his nose at another smell. The odor burnt matches make. Slipping into the hall, he closed the door carefully so it wouldn’t make any noise. Not that anyone would notice given the commotion going on in the other rooms. Bangs, snaps, growls and hisses coupled with female voices begging or cooing. Some of those women sounded older than Death. Others spoke lightly, musically. None of the normal voices was as nice as the redhead’s throaty purr. Her effect on Eric’s cock lingered. The damn thing was on the prowl, getting too thick, trying to crawl out of his snug boxers and go straight to…where? Her? Yeah, right. Ignoring his idiotic desire, Eric strode down the hall and stopped short of the front door, his blood turning to ice. The young woman who stood between him and freedom looked to be about fourteen and dressed in a schoolgirl’s uniform. Plaid skirt, white blouse, saddle shoes. She crossed her arms over her flat chest and shook her head at him. A powerful blast of sulfur hit Eric. He made a face at the unpleasant stench. She scrunched her nose, either smelling what he had or mocking him. The ring in her nostril glinted. He forced a smile and risked another step toward her. “Excuse me. You’re in my way.” “You think?” She glowered. “You’re not leaving.” Eric debated whether he could take her. She was a little thing, but the smoke rising from the ends of her hair and shoulders could be a problem. She might mutate into something worse than whatever kept hitting the walls in this place. Even the pictures up here bounced slightly. He tried to reason. “I have another appointment. I’m expected.” His lie didn’t faze her in the least. “Seriously,” he insisted, squaring his shoulders, trying to look even bigger than he was and far crazier than her. “If I don’t show up—” “You can leave. We have no intention of keeping you here.” He turned at that husky, sexier-than-sin promise. The redhead leaned against the wall, her attention darting from his boxers—haphazardly crammed into his pocket—to what she could see of his naked chest. There, she lingered, running her maroon-polished nail over her belly button. Eric’s face went slack. He imagined licking that sweet depression, touching the silver butterfly dangling from it, then moving lower. To the pleasure beneath her harem pants.    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Stolen Desire – Five Hearts – Novel Broads   Genre: Erotic Romance He reminds me of the men who grace the walls of stores where my daughter shops. Men with rippling abs and sinewy ropes of muscles. Men intended for younger women. I never expected him to notice me. Imagine my surprise when he cornered me in the locker room, pressed his incredible body against mine, and forced me to acknowledge a desire more powerful than anything I’d experienced before. Now that he has introduced me to the pleasures of being dominated, he wants to possess me completely. But how can I risk my heart, when I know his affection will never last? ~Excerpt~ Violet and Leta sat down and ordered some iced tea and chicken salad for lunch. “So what was going on back there?” Leta asked. “Nothing really. It’s just that Stuart Swearingen was back there. Do you know him?” Violet attempted indifference but was afraid it failed miserably. “Who doesn’t know him?” Leta waved her hand in front of her face. “I mean, do you know him?” Violet persisted. “I’ve met him a few times.” Leta shrugged. “Why?” “I don’t know.” Violet giggled. “He’s so hot.” “Violet, you have a crush on him!” Leta laughed. Violet blushed. “Okay, maybe I do.” She tossed her napkin in her lap with a flourish. “So what?” she asked with mock defiance. “Well, I could care less, but he’s awfully young.” Leta said in a sing-songy voice. “I don’t see why that matters.” Violet brushing Leta’s words aside. “It never hurts to window shop,” she said, then changed the subject to Leta’s mother-in-law who was coming to town the next day, much to Leta’s chagrin. An hour later, Violet hugged Leta goodbye, then made her way back to the ladies’ locker room to grab her bag of tennis duds. Standing in front of her locker, her mind wandered to all the errands she had to run, what she needed from the store… She was creating these lists in her head when a breeze drifted up her arm, and she felt a presence behind her. “Violet.” A gruff voice sounded in her ear, and an alarm bell rang in her brain. With her body still facing the lockers, she turned her head ever so slightly to see who it was. It was him. Good Lord, what was he doing in the ladies locker room? “Yes?” Her voice warbled, and her knees threatened to buckle. “I waited until your friend was gone. I wanted to talk to you.” Stuart Swearingen rasped in her ear. He was right behind her, centimeters from touching her. “You did? Why?” Violet’s heart raced and her muscles tensed. What could he possibly want with her? A part of her was outraged he had the gall to enter the women’s dressing room unannounced and sneak up behind her, but another part was fascinated and intrigued by his odd behavior. It wasn’t fear she felt exactly, but excitement, a shot of adrenaline coursed through her veins. “It’s been a long time,” he growled. “Yes, it has,” she answered nervously. “You’ve grown up quite a bit.” He chuckled. It was a deep throaty sound and made her legs quiver. “I guess I have, and you’ve never looked sexier.” Heat rose between them as he closed the distance separating them. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.” His breath was moist on her neck. Mortified, Violet snapped, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He chuckled and took one of her hands in his. “Yes, you do.” Violet took a step backwards to close her locker, and her derriere bumped against his pelvis, sandwiching his erection between them. He lifted her hand to his lips and planted a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Goosebumps surfaced on her skin, and she shuddered with delight. “Have you ever considered being a sub?” he asked. “A what?” she responded. He let out a deep groan as he pulled her to him. “A submissive.” He nuzzled her neck. “I like to dominate.” He spun her around to face him, then placed his hands on her waist and pulled her to him. To her surprise, he bent his head and touched his lips to hers. His mouth captured hers, and his tongue darted between her lips, invading, exploring. Violet’s pulse raced and she found herself returning the kiss, following his lead. She melted into his arms, giving in to his passionate embrace. A warm, hazy cloud of longing settled over her and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed like that, but it had to have been years. Then he stepped away, leaving her breathless and wanting. “Let me know if you’re interested.” With that, he pressed a business card into her hand, threw her a sexy wink then strolled out of the women’s locker room as if it was his private boudoir instead of a public lavatory for members of the opposite sex. Violet stared down at the card in her hand. Clutching it in her palm, she gathered herself and somehow walked to her car on unsteady feet. Buy Links: Amazon Amazon UK Barnes & Noble Kobo All Romance eBooks  A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull. If you’d like new release info on Normandie’s books text RACYREADS to 24587 (Use all CAPS). Author Links: Site Facebook Twitter Pinterest Goodreads Amazon  Normandie Alleman is giving away any ebook off her backlist and a $20 amazon GC.
For your chance to win, enter the rafflecopter below. a Rafflecopter giveaway   Genre: Historical Victorian Romance Lilliana Marsden has a deep desire to leave England and live in Charelson, South Carolina. As part of her dowry, if she ever weds, the plantation will become hers. She only visited America once as a child, but it left lasting memories. Her parents want her to wait and try another season to find a husband in England. Lilliana wants to much more than to tie herself to one man for the rest of her life. Lilianna develops a plan to get everything she wants. Randall Collins came to England to get investors to expand his shipping line. On the advice of the Viscount Torrington his potential investors decide against supplying him with the necessary funds to expand. After those plans fall apart he makes preparations to go home to South Carolina aboard his own ship. Rand meets Lilliana and is instantly enamored. She confides in him her desire to leave England and make a home in South Carolina. Will he risk everything to help her run away from home? ~Excerpt~ He wondered how far he could push her. The decision to give into her and take her on his ship had already been made. Lilliana just didn't know he already decided to let her come back to America with him, but only because it worked in his own plans. "What do I get for my trouble?" he asked. "I'd be risking quite a lot to assist you with your scheme." "What do you want? Money? I certainly can afford to pay for my passage." Rand's lips rose into a cocky smile. He desired a lot from her, but at this point only one thing would do as payment. Would the lovely lady be willing to give it to him? He had nothing to lose and only one way to find out. "How about a kiss?" Lilliana looked stunned as she stared unblinkingly at him, and then just as suddenly she stopped dancing right in the middle of the dance floor. Her face flushed a pretty shade of pink as she began to move to the music again with him in the lead. "How forward of you. I'm not sure I like your idea of compensation." "It's a small thing, one little kiss. To be given to me at a time of my choosing." He leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear. "Are you afraid?" Lilliana's breath sucked deep into her chest, and he could feel her slowly exhale it in little pants. Her pulse raced on her wrist beneath the palm of his hand and thrummed a small beat as he held it firmly in his grasp. A blush formed on her cheeks turning them a nice shade of pink, and her lips parted in anticipation. Her body's reactions suggested she had an interest in kissing him also. Would she take the bait and give him what he desired? He needed her to accept the proposal. Once she did he'd have her sailing with him in a few short days. "All right, you have a deal," she agreed. Buy Links: Amazon Barnes & Noble All Romance Books Smashwords Breathless Press  Dawn Brower holds a Bachelor of Arts in psychology, a Master of Arts in Education, and is currently working on a Master of Arts in Liberal Arts with concentrations in Literature, History, and Sociology. She works as a substitute teacher and enjoys the flexibility it gives her to concentrate on her other endeavors. Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. There is nothing like a nice glass of wine and a good book to relax with at the end of the day. Author Links: Site Blog Facebook Twitter Goodreads Sign up for her Newsletter  Dawn is giving away winner's choice of any of my books (Ebook only) and a $5.00 GC during her tour.
For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below! a Rafflecopter giveaway   Genre: Contemporary/Holiday Romance With a business to grow and a teenaged son to raise, Catherine Bennett doesn’t have time for a social life. Besides, after her ex’s betrayal, she’s not willing to open up her heart again. But when she leases office space in Dominic Russo’s building, she can’t keep her mind—or her eyes—off her new landlord. Only problem is he happens to be a known womanizer…and her professional rival. Unfortunately for Dominic, Philadelphia’s most eligible bachelor is definitely experiencing a dry spell. He hasn’t dated in months, contrary to the rumors, yet convincing career-minded Catherine that there’s more to him than his reputation will be a challenge. Since she’s determined to focus on work, he offers her an irresistible chance at winning a huge contract if she partners with his company. Can he show Catherine that mixing business with pleasure wouldn’t be such a bad idea and might lead to a New Year’s Eve she'll never forget? ~Excerpt~ "I have a question I’d like to ask you.” “Sure. What do you want to know?” “How do you like to be seduced?” Her startled reaction was rewarding. “What?” “I think I was clear about my request. How do you like to be …?” “Why are you asking?” “Because I want to get it right. There are a lot of ways to seduce a woman and …” “And you know them all?” The tone of her voice was amused even though he’d been going for excited. “No, but it’s much more enjoyable when both parties agree on what they like.” He traced a line over her collarbone with his forefinger. “For example, I like the feel of your skin. Do you like to be seduced with touch?” His finger moved from her collarbone down to the top of her breast. “Like this?” Her sharp intake of breath was all he needed to continue his explorations. With the softest of touches, he moved from her chest, up her neck to her chin then to the curve of her ear and the soft lobe. He could see her nipples peaking through the drape of her dress. “Or shall I tell you how soft your skin is? Seduce you with words. By saying how much I want to touch your breasts the way I’m touching your ear. How much I want to see if your thighs are as soft and smooth as …” “Dominic, please.” “Please, what, cara?’ “Please … I don’t … I don’t know.” She moved restlessly in her seat, tried to put space between them, but he wouldn’t let her. “Don’t tease me like this.” “I’m not teasing. I’m doing research for later.” He kissed her temple. “How about seduction by kissing?” He began to give her light, butterfly kisses from her temple to her cheek, to her ear and her neck. His hand moved across the span of her waist, and he pulled her against him, her back to his chest. With the other hand he moved her hair to one side so he could nibble at her neck and shoulder. He knew from the way she was breathing, from the way her head was thrown back, he’d achieved his goal. She was excited. Then the lights went down and the orchestra began to play the overture. Buy Links: Amazon Barnes and Noble Crimson Romance  Born in Philadelphia, I’ve spent most of my adult life in the Pacific Northwest where I have happily grown webs between my toes and moss behind my ears. Over my adult life, I pursued a number of careers—nurse, legislative staffer, lobbyist, public affairs consultant, non-profit association executive, workshop teacher, oh, and mother and wife—before deciding to leave it all for what I’ve loved through every stage of life—writing. As much as I wanted to be a writer, if someone had told me I’d spend my sixties writing romances, I’d have laughed. I was sure I’d be writing intricately plotted mysteries and deeply moving memoir pieces. But the characters in every piece of fiction I started wanted their love stories told in spite of the fact I had many of them hanging around questionable people or involved in murder, intrigue and general mayhem. That’s how the Second Chances romance series was born. Six books in the series have been released by Crimson Romance as ebooks and trade paperbacks, all set in some of my favorite places—Portland, Oregon, the Puget Sound, Philadelphia. My second series, A Holiday For Romance, now includes four books with a fifth to be released in June of 2015. Still no mysteries but I’m working on it. I’m working on it. Author Links: Facebook Twitter Pinterest  Peggy Bird is giving away a eBook copy of Ring in the Love and a $10 Amazon GC.
For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below. a Rafflecopter giveaway   Genre: Historical Romance Lady Amelia has only known the comfort of life in mid-eighteenth century English aristocracy. But when first her mother and then her father die, she finds herself alone, grief stricken and….. not of age. Her appointed guardian, an American uncle, has ordered her travel to his plantation where she must remain for at least two years when she will come of age. With the help of Lady Grace and Lady Sarah, Lady Amelia gets her uncle to agree to give her four weeks to settle her affairs and unbeknownst to him…find an English lord to marry so she can remain in her beloved England. Despite her mourning period she endeavors to trap one of London’s eligible bachelors in matrimony. Lord Goldstone, Lady Grace’s nephew is devilishly handsome, but a Scottish Duke and so entirely unacceptable as a possible husband. After all Scotland is not her beloved London and environs. He also has a nasty habit of showing up at all the wrong moments and thwarting her carefully laid plans to ensnare a suitable husband. Sparks fly as the pair find themselves at odds with each other and drawn to each other at the same time. Can they find a way to stop arguing long enough to explore their growing passion? Is it strong enough to make Lady Amelia give up her English home after all? Or will Lady Amelia find a suitable English lord and avoid social exile in America? Time is running out. ~Excerpt~ Lord Roseington wrapped his arms around her and stood up, setting her on her feet. “Yes, Amelia, everything is okay now.” He reached up and removed her arms from around him, then took a step back. “We must stop winding up in these situations before we cause a scandal.” She looked at him through hooded eyes. “‘Tis a wonder we haven’t already.” A man cleared his voice behind her. Amelia turned her head, already knowing who had caught them. “Lord Goldstone, you mustn’t trouble yourself with keeping our secret.” “What she means to say is that there is no secret to be kept. Amelia carelessly got close enough to the hearth to catch her skirts ablaze. I could not very well let her burn up.” “No, Roseington, you were obliged to help. I am glad to know that you were not taking advantage of our dear Amelia.” He glanced at her and flashed a rakish smirk. “Indeed, you are a hero. Let us go share the story while Amelia changes her charred gown.” She tried her hardest to shoot daggers at him from her narrowed glare. His grin only deepened at the attempt, which increased her ire. “Don’t you dare tell a soul. I would most definitely perish from the embarrassment!” Amelia spat the words out with anger and annoyance. How dare he ruin everything for a second time, and then jest about sharing her humiliation. If he were not Scottish, she would trap him instead. That would teach him a lesson. “Do not worry your head over it, Lady Amelia. We will not breathe a word of this little mishap,” Lord Roseington said. “Right, Goldstone?” “Of course not. All of your secrets are safe with me.” He winked. Amelia blushed at what he had implied. “Thank you. Now that it is settled I am going to retire for the evening. Enjoy the rest of the party. Lord Roseington, Lord Goldstone.” She inclined her head to them before spinning on her heels and speeding from the room. Buy Links: Amazon Barnes & Noble Kobo Google iBooks  Amanda Marie dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word. Her hobbies include reading, writing, crocheting, traveling, photography, and spending time with her family. Some of Amanda Marie's favorite places in the continental U.S. are Harper's Ferry West Virginia and Sea Brook New Hampshire. She loves the history that surrounds them and visits them every chance she gets. Amanda Marie lives along the Lake Huron shore line in northern Michigan with her husband and two kids. She holds a Master of Liberal Arts Degree with a concentration in literature and has a long standing love affair with sugary junk food. Author Links: Blog Facebook Twitter Goodreads Three World's Press Amazon Write to Amanda Marie at [email protected]  Amanda is giving away an eBook copy of Scandalous Endeavors and a $5.00 Amazon Gift Card during her tour.
For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below. a Rafflecopter giveaway Sexy has nothing to do with looks or status or even wealth. It doesn’t demand perfection and it isn’t pretentious but it does make us want to read those books. Post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words ONLY. The choice is yours. It can be from a WIP or something you already have published. Here's 7 from my novella which is a part of the COWBOY UP 2 bundle.   ...The smell of alcohol on his breath hinted that he’d already had too much to drink. “Know anyone around here with some whiskey?” The dark sapphire of his eyes chilled her. This was a man used to getting what he wanted. “I’d even share.” His voice deepened and became husky with his offer and she shivered. The Heartbroken Cowboy by Melissa Keir Johnson O’Neill joined The Heartsong Ranch to escape his addiction. One night at a friend’s wedding, stress causes him to fall off the wagon and into the arms of the woman of his dreams. Debra Donahue lost her husband to alcohol then pulled herself up by her bootstraps becoming a million-dollar selling real estate agent. One night with a sexy cowboy and a bottle of whiskey, Debra falls hard. Can an alcoholic cowboy and a brokenhearted woman find love despite their fears? Or will the bottom of a bottle claim another happily ever after? *** Saddle Up with the best-selling authors who brought you Cowboy Up... And fall for Six more Cowboys ready to steal your heart! Good Ride, Cowboy by Allison Merritt Sometimes all you need is one good ride to clear your head. Cowboy in Waiting by Leslie P. Garcia She’d buried a hero. She wasn’t looking for another. But her cowboy in waiting was far from a hero… Cowboy in Trouble by Autumn Piper A cowboy on the run and a girl on the rebound make for a messy fling. A Cowboy’s Heaven by Sara Walter Ellwood From the hell of lost love, can they find heaven together? Cowboy Proud by D’Ann Lindun She left town to chase her dreams... He stayed and ignored his... Can they find their dreams together? The Heartbroken Cowboy by Melissa Keir Love isn’t found at the bottom of a bottle… I hope you will check out the other authors on the list. Hop around and see all the sexiness they have to offer.
   Genre: Historical Romance A man torn between two worlds. Both need him...neither wants him. Groomed for a life amongst the English aristocracy, Lord Erroll Rushton is unexpectedly thrust back into his father’s Scottish world when the Englishwoman he compromises refuses to marry him. No gentleman breaks into a lady’s bedchamber...but then, no lady sleeps with a pistol under her pillow. Miss Eve Crenshaw will marry for love or won’t marry at all. When London’s most notorious rakehell breaks into her bedchamber in the dead of night and compromises her beyond repair, Eve plans a daring escape that shocks even the Earl. ~Excerpt~ Eve’s heart leapt into a furious rhythm. The hidey-hole was wide enough to accommodate Lord Rushton’s broad shoulders, and long enough for them to squeeze in together. Nothing more. Eve inhaled a breath, then stopped at his hiss of breath. “Miss Crenshaw, I will ask you not to move,” he whispered. Her pulse skipped a bit. “I-I do not hear anything. Maybe they did not come into the room.” Please, God, she prayed. But the moment the prayer passed from her lips, a woman squealed on the other side of the panel. Eve gasped. Lord Rushton clamped a hand over her mouth. He bent slightly and she felt warm breath wash over her temple as he whispered, “Careful.” She nodded—as much in a fervent plea for him to quit touching her as to indicate her understanding. His hand dropped away. A male voice murmured something in the room and Eve wanted to cry. Someone had chosen this room for an illicit interlude. How long would they stay? If she and Lord Rushton were caught, her father would personally escort them to Gretna Green for a quick marriage. But almost worse than that, the heat that radiated off Lord Rushton threatened to melt her on the spot. The tension in her back was working its way up her shoulders. She shifted. He seized her hips. She jerked and banged her elbow against the wall. He cursed softly. Her heart hammered harder. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t an untried maiden. What she and Blane had done was far worse than being squeezed into a hiding place the size of a rabbit hole. So why did being wedged in with Lord Rushton have her ready to jump out of her skin? The man’s muffled voice was followed by a woman’s moan. Eve became suddenly aware of the steely bulge pressing against her belly. Her legs weakened and she felt her knees give way. Lord Rushton jammed an arm behind her and caught her by her buttocks. Buy Links: Amazon  Award winning author Tarah Scott cut her teeth on authors such as Georgette Heyer, Zane Grey, and Amanda Quick. Her favorite book is a Tale of Two Cities, with Gone With the Wind as a close second. She writes modern classical romance, and paranormal and romantic suspense. Tarah grew up in Texas and currently resides in Westchester County, New York with her daughter. Author Links: Site Blog Facebook Twitter  Tara is giving away a signed copy of To Tame A Highland Earl.
For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below. a Rafflecopter giveaway   Genre: Contemporary Romance Carver Ranch Series, Book 1 Can a hot cowboy convince Lauren to stay in Texas and take another chance on love? Tucker Carver likes to have fun and has no intention of settling down anytime soon. He handles the business side of Carver Ranch for his family, and on the day he's scheduled to meet with their accountant, he instead meets a beautiful woman who changes everything. Lauren Ford packed up and moved to Texas to start over after her fiancé had an affair with her best friend. Her father's retiring and has offered to let her take over his accounting firm. When she meets Tucker she's immediately taken with him, despite his reputation as a ladies' man. Knowing she isn't looking for love, or even if she wants to stay in Texas, she decides to have fun with Tucker and keep her feelings at bay. After one taste of Lauren, Tucker has other plans. Lauren is the woman he wants, but for some reason she's resisting. And it doesn't help when her ex-fiancé shows up in town wanting her to go back to Georgia with him. Can Tucker convince her that his feelings are true, or will he lose her forever? Content Warning: contains adult language and explicit sexual scenes ~Excerpt~ Lauren stared at the papers in front of her, but none of it registered. All she could focus on was the half naked man. The hot, sweaty, tanned man who was now naked in his shower only feet away from her. She shook her head and rubbed her thighs. Enough. It wasn’t like Tucker was the first sexy man she’d seen. She wasn’t blind or innocent, but something about him got her panties moist quick. Hopefully, she could make it through this accounting meeting without ripping her own clothes off and offering herself up to him. She had no doubt he would be an awesome lover. The man worked with his hands all day; surely he knew a thing or two that could please her. Seriously, enough. Lauren straightened her back and stared at the stack of papers he’d given her. There were receipts, printouts, and such. Tucker seemed to keep good records, so that would make things easier. She removed her computer from her bag and turned it on. After she pulled up the file for Carver Ranch, she studied it once more to familiarize herself with it. This was a profitable ranch. Last year had been one of their roughest years, but so far, this year was already better. She was sure once she started to fill in the stuff he’d supplied her with, she’d see they’d come back strong from the previous year. “Everything there?” Lauren jumped in her seat. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Tucker, now dressed, came over and sat next to her. Whatever soap he’d used attacked her senses in a good way. How did someone get out of the shower, yet still smell like fresh cut pines? She shouldn’t do it, but she did anyway. She let her gaze wander over his body. The black t-shirt he wore hugged his wide chest, letting her get the full view of his muscles. Lauren looked away quickly. “Yeah, I think this is it.” She flipped through the stack. “You’re free to do whatever while I do this. I know you’ve got a lot to do.” “Can I get you something to drink?” He stood, and her focus went straight to his crotch. Oh God. She glanced up quick to see him smirking. The man knew he was sex on a stick with his sandy blond hair and blue eyes. “Do you have some tea?” “Sweet?” “Uh, yeah.” He winked. “I’ll be back.” “Take your time.” The farther away he was, the more she could concentrate on her work. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but the sooner she got done with this job, the better. Then she wouldn’t have to see him again until next quarter. Buy Links: Beachwalk Press Amazon Barnes & Noble  Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true. Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house. Author Links: Site Twitter Facebook  Lacey is giving away a $5.00 Amazon Gift Card during her tour.
For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below. a Rafflecopter giveaway   Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance Will the bad-boy pitcher strike out when it comes to love? Shy music teacher Sophia Ballis has sworn off men. After a bad experience with a college jock she decided it was better to be alone than to get burned again. She focused on her education and now her new job at a local private school. Professional baseball pitcher Paxton Hughes is a player both on and off the field. He's signed to the Kingston Crushers to bring home the coveted championship title. Nothing can get in his way. Serious relationships don't mix with a life on the road and he never loses focus on the game. One-night stands are his specialty for a reason. While out jogging one spring morning, the two collide, setting their course in motion. Pax is immediately drawn to the unassuming beauty. Sophia is aware of his reputation and decides one night of meaningless sex with the attractive Texas charmer is just what she needs to get over her self-imposed dry spell. Pax has more than a one-night stand on his mind, but will his bad-boy persona and demanding schedule ruin any chances of a happily ever after? Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content ~Excerpt~ “Can I walk you to your car?” Pax asked. “Thank you.” Sophia got up from the table and took his hand. “I’m parked right out front.” He led her across the dance floor, waving to the few people who were left, and then out to the parking lot. “It’s that one.” She pointed to her beat-up car, the one she’d bought her freshman year of college. It was used then but it still managed to get her where she needed to go. “Probably not as nice as what you drive.” He leaned her against the car and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her heart pounded hard against her chest, strumming loud between her ears. She could smell the beer that lingered on his breath. His hazel eyes narrowed as he swiped the tip of his tongue along his top lip before tilting his head. “I have a feeling I’m going be seeing you in my dreams tonight.”He sighed as he brought his mouth to hers. “Give me something to remember these next few days.” She nodded as she placed her hands on his broad shoulders and guided him to her, closing any space between them. When his warm lips touched hers, she thought she would explode. A burn coursed through her and settled between her legs. The mild tingling she’d experienced when they danced was nothing compared to the intensity she felt now. As he deepened the kiss, his tongue massaged hers. Increasing his hold on her hips, he pinned her between the car and his massive thighs. She tightened her grip on him when his erection grazed her center. Every nerve ending in her begged to be satiated. The ache inside her stomach moved lower until the dampness invaded her panties. Her nipples poked against the thin material of her silk bra. When she moaned into his mouth, he placed one last kiss on her lips before pulling away. He looked at her for a moment, pressing his forehead to hers as he stuttered a few words. “That was…well, I’ve never…” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You have me tongue-tied, sugar. That doesn’t happen often.” Now she wanted to know what else he could do with that tongue. “You best get in that car and drive away before I…” She’d never wanted to have a one-night stand more than she did at that very moment. Maggie had said if there was ever a guy to have one with, Pax would be the one. He was a no-strings-attached player. Why hadn’t he asked her to go home with him? “Be safe driving home.” He reached for the handle and opened her door. “You have some sweet dreams. I know I sure will.” Sleep? That was the last thing on her mind. Buy Links: Beachwalk Press Amazon Barnes & Noble  Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can’t be stopped. Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she’s not chasing after her kids, she’s busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you’ll get lost in her words. Author Links: Site Facebook Author Page Twitter  Ella is giving away 5 Swag Packs during her Tour. (US ONLY)
For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below. a Rafflecopter giveaway   Genre: Contemporary Romance Series: Sander’s Valley, Book 2 Wyn Sander is surprised when his brother Kyle asks him to be best man at his wedding. Wyn’s even more shocked to learn the woman who later walks into his garage is Ronnie’s half-sister, Iona. He’s instantly attracted to her. She’s sophisticated, beautiful, and confident. At least she is until Wyn stands up. She flinches and a look of terror passes over her face. It bothers him to see. Luckily, desire replaces it, but it doesn’t stop Wyn’s curiosity. For the first time in his life, he wants to find out what made Iona fearful and fix it. Iona can’t believe her luck. The man she lusts after is her new sister’s soon to be brother-in-law. The kiss they share shatters her, but her attempt to stop any involvement with him ends up with her agreeing to three dates. She decides Wyn is unlike any man she’s ever known, and it’s unfortunate she can’t enjoy him. She isn’t in the market for a boyfriend. All she wants is sex. The only problem is—she doesn’t think Wyn sees things her way. ~Excerpt~ Wyn tapped out a rhythm on the hood of his ’57 classic truck. The noise drowned out his brother Kyle as he talked and talked and talked some more. Wyn had listened until the word “wedding” came up. It had killed his attention span, not that he had much of one. Probably why he was the only Sander who hadn’t gone to college. Hell, he’d barely made it through high school. “If you don’t want the job, I’ll ask someone else,” Kyle snapped. Wyn forced his fingers to still and glanced at Kyle. “What job?” Kyle closed his eyes on a sigh. “Best man.” “Me? What about Neil?” Wyn had thought Kyle’s best friend would’ve held the honor. Kyle and Ronnie had pushed their wedding date back specifically until Neil’s deployment in whatever third-world country he’d been stationed ended. A chilling thought surfaced. “He didn’t get hurt, did he?” “No. He opted to stay longer. He’s not sure when he’ll be home.” Kyle rubbed the back of his neck. “And well, Ronnie and I don’t want to wait any longer.” “Why not? You two are already living together. It’s not like it matters if you’re husband and wife.” Ronnie had moved in a couple of months ago while she recovered from a gunshot wound. She’d been lucky the shooter’s aim was off. A couple of inches lower and Kyle would’ve lost the love of his life. “It’ll matter to Mom,” Kyle said. Wyn crossed his arms and studied his brother, an older and rougher version of himself. Kyle fidgeted, and a tinge of red stained his cheeks. There weren’t many things that would make him nervous, except a stern lecture from their mama. Eliza Sander was a force to be reckoned with. Wyn went over the possible reasons and chuckled. “You got Ronnie knocked up, didn’t you?” A grin spread over Kyle’s face. “First month we were trying too. We thought it’d take longer.” “Congrats, man.” Wyn smacked Kyle’s back. “That’s great news.” “Yeah, it is, but we’re not making it common knowledge yet. Ronnie wants to wait until we hear the heartbeat.” Kyle dropped his gaze to the floor. “You know, just in case.” Wyn tensed. “Do you suspect something’s wrong?” “No, but I’d hate to get Mom’s hope up, then break it. Besides, you remember how adamant she was about us not having kids out of wedlock. I refuse to be the one who breaks her rule.” Wyn shrugged. “I think she’d make an exception. She loves Ronnie.” “Probably, but it doesn’t matter. We’ve set the date for the Saturday of Labor Day weekend.” “That’s as good a time as any. At least you won’t forget your anniversary.” “Yeah.” Kyle crossed his arms over his chest. Silence stretched. Finally he sighed. “So are you going to take the job or not?” Best man, right. “Of course.” Kyle blew out a rough breath. “Great. I didn’t want to have to pick between Jack and Levi.” Wyn didn’t blame him. As twins, Jack and Levi were close and always had each other’s back, but they argued constantly. “What do I need to do, other than plan the bachelor party?” “I’ll get you a list, but the good news is you don’t have to worry about a date. You’ll be seated with Ronnie’s sister.” Thank goodness. He’d been debating which ex-lover to bring. “Iona, right?” Kyle nodded. “She’ll be arriving in a few days.” He leveled a hard glare at him. “Be nice to her, okay?” Wyn held up a hand. “Hey, I’m always nice to women. I just tend to lose interest before they do.” “Iona’s had a rough time of it. Her—” Kyle’s phone buzzed. He pulled it from his pocket, glanced at the display, and groaned. “Look, I’ve got to go. Ronnie’s decided to cook me dinner. I need to save my kitchen from being turned upside down.” He grimaced. “Or my house from being burned to the ground.” Buy Links: Amazon Loose id Barnes and Noble All Romance eBooks  A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with woman strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm. She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy. Author Links: Site Facebook Twitter Pinterest  Nancy is giving away a$10 Amazon GC and a mobi of Love Repeated. For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below. a Rafflecopter giveaway |
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