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Interview with Rachell Nichole

Books-n-Kisses is pleased to welcome first time guest Rachell Nichole to the blog today to chat about her new book

SPICY WITH A SIDE OF CRANBERRY SAUCE.

Rachell, can you please share with us a little about yourself. Sure. I’m an erotic romance author, living in New York with a mountain of books I could never possibly read, a loving family and an evil cat named Godiva that I adore.

Have you always wanted to be an author? Nope. From the second grade, I knew I was going to be a teacher. Nothing else was acceptable. It wasn’t until I was older, in my teens that I really considered being an author. Even then, it was a long road between that, changing my major from education to writing, and deciding I really wanted to do this.

Can you share with us your typical writing day.  Is there anything you have to have while writing? Food, and a drink. I’m constantly munching or drinking something. Sometimes it’s hard candy or gum, sometimes it’s grapes or popcorn, or any number of unhealthy snacks! My typical writing day starts at twelve after the kids go to nap and takes a long hiatus from 2:30 when the kids get up until 10:00 pm when the house is asleep. Then it continues from there until midnight or later. Any number of things are done – blogging, editing, drafting, research, revisions, cover design, book trailers – the list is almost endless.

Most challenging or rewarding part of writing?  Challenging – definitely revisions. Making the decision on whether or not to keep a suggested change and knowing the reasons behind the decision. Rewarding – hearing how much people enjoy my works. I read a five star review today that absolutely made me deliriously happy.

Can you please tell us about your latest book(s)? Spicy with a Side of Cranberry Sauce was a holiday book spanning the time from Thanksgiving through Christmas morning and came out last month, just in time for Christmas. Amy Easton’s idea for the perfect Thanksgiving doesn’t include giving up the last can of cranberry sauce to a stranger, no matter how sexy he is. She will make this holiday special for Dad even if it kills her. And that means getting everything on the shopping list.  Mason Rider is home to help his mom through her first postdivorce holiday, but when he finds the seductive blonde who body-checked his grocery cart standing in Mom’s kitchen, he doesn’t know what to do. Sharing Thanksgiving with this woman and her father wasn’t part of his damned plan. Who would’ve thought that a simple can of cranberry sauce could lead to holiday disaster? Or to happily ever after?

How did you come with the idea for this story? I didn’t. Not on my own anyways. I was on a train in France (sounds romantic doesn’t it?) with a bunch of friends, the day after Thanksgiving the year before last. Most of my fellow teaching assistants were sleeping, but one of them, Tyler, was up and we chatted a bit on the ride. We started talking about family trees and step-siblings and he says to me, “How terrible would that be… falling for the girl who would soon be your step-sister?” And the idea was born. We spent the next hour working out the plot of the book. I went home that night and wrote it all down. The finished product stayed pretty close to the original plot, amazingly!

Can you share with us your current work in progress? Of course. I’m always working on something. Right now it’s a draft for A Marietta Wedding, the sequel novella to my first book, An Affair Across Times Square. The novella follows the sister of Tyler, who was the hero of Times Square, on her journey to find herself in Paris. Instead, she finds a baby and a wedding proposal.

Who are some of your favorite authors? Christine Feehan, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Laurel K Hamilton, JR Ward, Tessa Adams and Suzanne Brockmann.

Do you feel that any of your favorite authors have inspired your writing style?  All of them. At one point or another, I’ve absorbed writing styles from these wonderful women and from many other authors over the year. With each book, workshop, or conference, my writing changes and improves. I sometimes go back to reread passages that I know I loved to figure out why and if I can do that in my own books.

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for? Oh, that TBR pile is ever growing. I just picked up Bed, Breakfast, & Bondage from fellow Loose Id author Riley Shane. I adore the title, so I’m excited for that one. Also, Magnificent Devices by Shelley Adina – the fourth Steampunk novel in her series. Can’t wait to read it

Is there anything else you would like to add? I love words, and I’m happy to share a little bit about myself and my works.

 

Thanks so much for having me by, Kelly..

You can learn more about Rachell here:

www.RachellNichole.com

www.Facebook.com/RachellNichole

www.DivasofDesire.blogspot.com

www.goodreads.com/RachellNichole

@RachellNichole


 

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Interview & Giveaway with YA Author Khelsey Jackson

Books-n-Kisses is pleased to welcome 1st time guest Khelsey Jackson to the blog.

Khelsey, can you please share with us a little about yourself

Hello! My name is Khelsey and I live in Las Vegas. I was raised in Minnesota in a very small town called Pillager. I am a stay at home mother of three kids all under four. I wrote Kallos, and it took me a year to write it.

Have you always wanted to be an author?

I think some part of me always wanted to be, I always thought of stories in my head.

Who are some of your favorite writers? Who do you feel has influenced your writing?

I will read anything from Cynthia Eden, Richelle Mead, AM Hudson and Cameo Renae.

How did you get into writing in this specific genre?  Have you ever thought about writing in a different genre?

I always loved YA, it takes me back to High School and you get to usually see the main characters fall in love for the first time.

What are some of your writing rituals?

I need my MP3 player, or my kids will bug me.

Can you please tell us about your latest book(s)?

Yes! Kallos is a shy sixteen year old girl unready to face the world, but when she meets Ian and Sean Hunter the world will open up for her. Secrets revealed are to much to bear and her past life as a goddess, unimaginable. A visit from the goddess Aphrodite, Kallos is told her soul mate must be found or her life will be forfeit. Kallos desperate to find her one true match has discovered she may have two possibilities. Kallos has a choice to make and her decisions may have life ending consequences.

How did you come with the idea for this story?

In school I always loved Greek Gods and Goddesses, and thought it make a perfect story for a YA series.

Can you share with us your current work(s) in progress?

I am editing Kallos’ Sorrow (book 2) and a new series called Black & Blue.

What would you be if you were not an author?

I would just be a stay at home mother, and reading all the time.

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?

I can’t wait for Cassandra Clare Mortal Instruments newest, and I am reading Laura Kate Rapture.

Is there anything else you would like to add?

Thank you for having me here!

Find out more about Khelsey here: 

Facebook Fan Page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Khelsey-Jackson/340240632713069

Author Khelsey Jackson https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003780673955&fref=ts

Website http://khelseyrjackson.wix.com/kallosseries

Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6427017.Khelsey_Jackson

 

Giveaway a set of the Kallos Series Ebooks, Acidalia Sean & Ian, Aphrodite’s Curse and Kallos.
Check out the series HERE

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Book Blitz: In The Red by Selah Janel

In the Red

Selah Janel

Publisher / Amazon  / Barnes & Noble / Novelnook

What kind of a rock star lives in a small town in the middle of nowhere and plays at weddings and funerals? That’s what Jeremiah Kensington is thinking after an unsuccessful bar gig one night. Then Jack Scratch comes into his life, ready to represent him and launch him to stardom. Jack can give him everything: a new band, a new name, a new life, a new look, and new boots…although they aren’t exactly new. They once belonged to The One, a rocker so legendary and so mysterious that it’s urban legend that he used black magic to gain success. But what does Jeremiah care about urban legend? And it’s probably just coincidence that the shoes make him dance better than anyone, even if it doesn’t always feel like he’s controlling his movements. It’s no big deal that he plunges into a world of excess and decadence as soon as he puts the shoes on his feet, right?

But what happens when they refuse to come off?

Excerpt:

They’re mine. I’m really holding them, Jeremiah realized. I’m holding history that isn’t supposed to exist. When The One took the stage, any competition turned tail and ran. It was said that the one time the singer revealed what he looked like the crowds were moved to tears by his beauty and sophistication, and tore each other apart because they couldn’t get to him. Some said it was a conspiracy that complete copies of his songs didn’t exist because the music was too potent to release to the public. There were people who still worshipped the mystery, the music, the outfits, and the boots.

And now those people would come to him.

“Go on. Try them on,” Jack encouraged. Jeremiah nodded and carefully put the platforms on the floor. Shaking with nerves, the youth sat and guided his feet into the cherry red sheaths. Electricity crackled along his instep and through his toes. He tugged the vinyl up over his calf and gasped. Jeremiah was overtaken by a sudden burn, a sudden ant-crawling of power that worked its way through his skin and into his very soul.

“What the—” he choked. The plastic spasmed, tightened around his foot, and then relaxed. The left boot stretched itself a little higher up his calf and extended its sole and heel a little more to adapt to his needs. Jeremiah thought he had imagined it, but the right boot immediately followed suit. The matching sets of the laces squirmed and rippled, settling into a slightly different pattern than when they were taken out of their box. A quick look around proved that while everyone in the room was looking, Jack was the only other person that actually saw. “Did they just…?” Jeremiah couldn’t bring himself to say something so bizarre. He barely managed to hold back a cry when a thousand tiny needle teeth nibbled his skin from toes to knees. A tingling sensation spread under his skin and Jeremiah was filled with a rush of violent confidence that almost made him swoon.

“Good. They fit,” Jack said. Only his tiny, mysteriously cruel little smile hinted that he was aware of the boots’ strange behavior.

The longer Jeremiah looked at himself the more he realized that he could do no wrong. My life just changed. With these on my feet, my past is gone. I’m going to be better than I ever thought possible.

All around him the yes-men and hangers-on gaped.

“You look so good!” the store footman practically swooned. His vinyl and lace frock coat danced under the fluttering movements of his hands. His sharp, pale face flushed with excitement underneath the stylized Victorian wig.

“I’m gonna cry you look so good!” the blonde assistant squealed, gripping Jack’s knee as if she’d keel over if she didn’t have it there to support her. “It’s like I’m witnessing history!”

The faces that surround him were positively thunderstruck and at his mercy. The camera kept right on clicking. Jeremiah got to his feet and struck a few more ambitious poses, dropping into a low crouch before kicking a leg up in an insane bastardization of a round kick.  It didn’t matter that he’d grown up looking like every other average guy in Middle America. It didn’t matter that he’d been more accustomed to cotton T-shirts and washed-out blue jeans than the clothes Jack had him wearing. The overall look wasn’t complete, but the boots pulled everything together. The added height evened out his lanky proportions. In some unlikely way the platforms made his stubble-sporting, angular face look downright exotic. His eyes blazed liquid brown heat and his dishwater hair almost glowed under the dressing room lights.

Jeremiah sashayed around the tiny space and leapt onto the low podium at the room’s center, full of a burning drive to do something. He wanted to sing. He wanted to rock. He wanted to dance, and he’d never had that sort of urge before in his life. Every school dance he’d ever gone to had involved him either playing in the band or drinking contraband beverages with his friends outside the building. “Guess I’m a natural!” he laughed. He knew he was lying, Jack knew he was lying, but there was no reason for anyone else to know the truth. Why bother with the truth when the image in the mirror was so much better?

He had expected his balance to be shaky in the tall platforms, but it was like the boots were built for him. He hadn’t thought to check the size. Maybe The One wasn’t the original owner; maybe they conformed to whoever wore them. Jeremiah’s face glowed when he looked at his mirror image. His reflection looked as giddy and ecstatic as he felt. Why do I care what they are? If they work, they work! His eyes dropped to the new footwear. He was just able to see the tiny, warped image of his face in the shiny toes. Everything’s going to be amazing from now on. As he admired his distorted image via his feet,  all of his hang-ups and personality drained out of him. Who needs a personality with boots like these?

Jack Scratch watched his protégé glided round the room, that same tiny, dangerous smile just barely curling his full mouth. “Just think. What you have on represents everything that you want to be,” he coached. His words drilled through the rocker’s ears and hardwired themselves into the deepest parts of Jeremiah’s heart and soul. “They’re everything you want on your side. These boots are temptation and chaos, just like you. I’ve got it,” he declared. “I’ve got your name.”

“Give it to me,” a raspy voice in front of the mirror breathed.

“Forget Jeremiah Kensington: folk singer, blue jean rocker, country boy, small town loser,” Jack breathed, his giant hands fervently patting down his front until he found which jacket pocket his cigarettes were hidden in. It was amazing that he didn’t gouge himself in the chest given the sharpened tip of the massive silver ring that enveloped his right forefinger. The manager leaned back against the sofa and lit up, never once taking his eyes off his new golden boy and meal ticket. “From now on you are J.K. Asmodeus, rock star and corrupter of the masses.” A thin plume of smoke stretched up to frame his intense expression.

J.K. looked from Jack to the man in the mirror, saw how the red glitter of the boots was echoed in his eyes. “Yes.”

The two ignored the gasps and commentary around them as everyone texted photos and alerted the necessary paparazzi. The pair shared a slow smile as Jack inhaled another draw of nicotine. “It’s time to sign,” he murmured. The smoke crept in front of his face and turned his pleased expression into something that bordered on animalistic. He removed the top sheet of the stack he’d been examining and held it out to the younger man.

I should wait and consult a lawyer. I should take my time. These things need to be done with care, a distant echo of a Midwestern conscience chided. J.K. ignored it, grinned back at his manager, and reached for the fountain pen the manager handed him. His expression was almost as malevolent as Jack’s, though there were still traces of wholesomeness that had yet to drain away. “Let’s do it.”

About the Author:

Selah Janel has been blessed with a giant imagination since she was little and convinced that fairies lived in the nearby state park or vampires hid in the abandoned barns outside of town. Her appreciation for a good story was enhanced by a love of reading, the many talented storytellers that surrounded her, and a healthy curiosity for everything. A talent for warping everything she learned didn’t hurt, either. She gravitates to writing fantasy and horror, but can be convinced to pursue any genre if the idea is good enough. Often her stories feature the unknown creeping into the “real” world and she loves to find the magical in the mundane.

She has four e-books with No Boundaries Press, including the historical vampire story ‘Mooner’ and the contemporary short ‘The Other Man’.  Her work has also been included in ‘The MacGuffin’, ‘The Realm Beyond’, ‘Stories for Children Magazine’, and the upcoming Wicked East Press anthology ‘Bedtime Stories for Girls’. She likes her music to rock, her vampires lethal, her fairies to play mind games, and her princesses to hold their own.

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Interview with Honey Jans

Books-n-Kisses is pleased to welcome back Honey Jans to the blog to talk about her latest release Ride A Cowboy, Save a Horse

Honey for those who missed you the first time can you please share with us a little about yourself.   I’m romance author Honey Jans. I’m a small town girl from Wisconsin with a big imagination. I guess you could say that I’m a natural born romantic who tends to daydream. Sometimes it gets me into trouble. But on the plus side it sparks my vivid and sometimes kinky imagination. I love writing erotic romance and it’s my fervent hope that readers will enjoy my books. So stick around. Check out my red hot covers…some of those cover models are truly drool worthy. Read my excerpts, and enter my giveaways. I hope well be friends. I’d love to hear from all my readers. Feel free to post on my blog.

Have you always wanted to be an author?  Actually I’m a late bloomer.  I’ve always loved to read but never thought to write until my sister gave me two bags full of her cast off romances.  Well after wading through the stack I thought maybe I could write one.  Of course it wasn’t that easy but there isn’t anything else I’d rather be doing.

Can you share with us your typical writing day.  Is there anything you have to have while writing? I typically write in the mornings and edit in the afternoons.  And I love to start my sessions with a steaming cup of my favorite coffee.

Most challenging or rewarding part of writing? The challenging part is staring at that blank screen and wondering what comes next.  The rewarding part is feedback from my readers through my blog, emails, or at book signings and tours.

Can you please tell us about your latest book(s)?  I actually have several.

RIDE A COWBOY; SAVE A HORSE from Red Rose Publishing –Savanna Brown returns to Wyoming to save the reputation of the cowboy she ran away from on their wedding night. She makes the ranch owner an offer he can’t refuse if he wants to hang onto his ranch. She’ll pretend to come back to him until the talk dies down, then she’ll be on her way. Rafe Halliday is thrilled that his plan to lure his bride back to his place has worked. Now all he has to do is focus on getting sexy Savanna back into his bed where he figured their links of passion, love, and sex will complete their bond. But will love happen with evil forces trying to tear them apart? To find out lasso a copy of, “Save a Horse; Ride a Cowboy,” today. It’s sure to singe your lariat.

How did you come with the idea for this story? Ride a Cowboy; Save a Horse came from the opening line that popped in my head one day at work.  It just pestered me until I had to write it down and build a story around it.

Can you share with us your current work in progress? I have an upcoming release with three of my colleagues, Debi Wilder, Shari Dare, Lynn Crain.  This paranormal erotic romance series was inspired by the Beast of Bray Road a myth that lives in the Kettle Moraine Forest of Wisconsin.  It’s really special and I hope you’ll give it a try.

BLUE MOON MAGIC

One father.  Two mothers.  Four siblings.  One incredible night that will change them all forever.

I also have another work in progress that’s a bit of a departure for me.  The working title is Bayou Heat and it’s a ménage with a suspense twist.  When this story came to me I just had to write it.  In hoping my readers will enjoy coming along for the ride.

Who are some of your favorite authors?  I have so many it’s hard to narrow it down.  I love Ann Rice, Sherylinn Kenyon, JA Konrath, and Jayne Ann Krentz for starters.

Do you feel that any of your favorite authors have inspired your writing style?  They may have inspired me but my voice is all me.

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?  My To Be Read Pile consists of anything by my favorite authors.  I’m constantly looking for new releases.  One thing I really would love is another book by Bob Mayor and Jennifer Cruise like Agnes and the Hitman.  It loved that book and hope there will be more from them.  I also loved Toni Marie Causeys Bobby Faye series and hope for some sequels.

Is there anything else you would like to add?

Simply that I’m pleased to be here and I’d like to thank everyone for stopping by.

my website is www.honeyjans.com

my blog is http://atasteofhoneyjans.blogspot.com

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Guest blogger: Lola James

My fascination with Vampires by Lola James

Ok, I’ll admit it I wish I had fangs because vampires rock! My love affair with vampires started with Sesame Street, yes, I said it Sesame Street. I met Count von Count when I was about two years old and it was love at first count. He even had fangs (take that Stephenie Meyer).

As I grew older (meaning about eight) I found a little gem in syndication called Dark Shadows. Oh how I loved this show. The main character Barnabas Collins was this creepy yet romantic vampire. I’m so excited to see the remake with Johnny Deep as Barnabas!

My parents swore I was too young to see Bram Stoker’s Dracula, but we had cable so I waited patiently for it to come on and it did and it was awesome! That movie still gives me the chills.

I was compelled by the beauty of Brad Pitt as Louis de Pointe du Lac in Interview with a Vampire. This is really what kick started my fascination (sorry Count). I read the book more times than I can remember and watched the movie more time than I’d admit! It is love and tragedy at its best!

I struck gold with the Movie and T.V. show Buffy the Vampire. I fell in love with Angel the same time Buffy did on the show. Again, other movies came out but none that stuck with me.

Dracula 2000 was good not as good as Bram Stoker’s Dracula but nonetheless it introduced me to Gerard Butler. Then there was nothing, absolutely nothing, except for Van Helsing, Blade’s and other movies, but I was never into the slaying of vampires unless it was Buffy doing the slaying.

I had all but forgotten about my love affair with Vampires until 2008. 2008 belonged to the Vampire. True Blood came on and bless HBO for that. To describe True Blood in a word Awesome! There fangs that retract, there’s blood, love, love triangles, werewolves, and Eric, oh Eric! I Love that show… can you tell! Being Human was also introduced on BBC (and now SyFy), Aidan so sweet and scary at the same time. The Vampire Diaries, who doesn’t love the Salvatore brothers (especially Damon) and their love triangle. And last but not least Twilight and the Vampire’s that sparkle. I was in vampire overload and one happy girl!

You could say this vampire-loving girl is in heaven. I mean, since 2008 I have had my fix with Vampire T.V. shows, movies, and books, oh the books. Books well I’ll keep that topic for another day and another post!

 

A little bit about Lola James:

Lola James has been reading romance novels since her teens, and fell in love with the paranormal after discovering Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. Her love of the dark worlds of vampires and witches, as well as her fascination with Greek mythology led her to create the Spellbound Series, an ongoing Paranormal Romance combining all of the above into tales of suspense with a little bit of humor in an Urban Fantasy setting.

A long time lover of reading and writing with a passion for a great story, James became discouraged by the complicated and arbitrary publishing process, James had initially set down her laptop and her hopes of being a writer. However, with the purchase of her first e-reader, James became re-energized by the new possibilities for an undiscovered author to reach the masses. Dusting off her keyboard she finally finished Bound to Remember, the first book of the Spellbound Series and self-published it. Energized and ambitious, James is now hard at work on both the Spellbound Series as well as the Fate Series, a paranormal romance about dreams and what happens if they come true.

Living in Southern California with her two beautiful children, James finds time to write in between her full-time job as a mother as well as her other full-time job as an HR manager, as well as her academic schedule as she studies for her Master’s degree which she hopes to complete in 2013. With the success of Bound to Remember, James hopes to continue to reach an audience that will allow her to leave her HR job and focus on her writing as a full time career.

 Author Links: Website / Blog / Facebook

 

A Villain’s Fate

Fate’s Series, Prequel, by Lola James

Paranormal

LJ Publishing

10/23/12

Amazon / Barnes & Noble

 Does good always prevail over evil? What happens when the villain triumphs?

You have A Villain’s Fate. This is a short (prequel) that can be read before or after Fate’s Design.

*****

Fate’s Design

Fate’s Series, Book 1  by Lola James

Paranormal –LJ Publishing –03/25/12

Amazon / Barnes & Noble

 During a summer trip to Italy, a teenage girl falls in love and is pulled into the world of vampires, witches, and magical powers. As she becomes more deeply entrenched, her nightmares begin to make sense, and the girl realizes that she’s been part of this new world since birth.

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Happy Release Day to Marissa Dobson

The Tiger’s Heart

Marissa Dobson

 Kindle ~ All Romance Ebooks ~ Smashwords

When the Lieutenant of the Alaskan Tigers Raja Harrison rescues Bethany from the hands of kidnappers he gets more than he bargains for. It was supposed to be an easy rescue, instead he finds the injured Bethany—and his mate. For years he’s avoided the mating topic, believing his job is too dangerous to risk another. But now Bethany threatens to risk that fragile control he’s once had.

A rogue shifter wants Bethany Thompson and is determined to destroy all she holds dear, along with the tiger shifter population. When she’s kidnapped, beaten and forced into the world of shifters, her whole world is turned upside down. The shifter problems now are her problems as her family secret comes to light.

Can Raja and Bethany join focuses with the other elders of the Alaskan Tigers to bring down the rogue shifter? Or will the rogue destroy all Raja serves to protect?

Excerpt:

The table was cluttered with papers and maps, and their search for Pierce was underway. Information was slowly trickling in. They had men following up on leads, searching known vacations spots for Pierce and his gang. Most of the leads turned out to be dead ends, but still they followed up with everything, as the one lead they didn’t pursue would be the key to finding the rogue shifters.

The anxiety of the situation ate away at Raja’s gut, while Ty’s shown on his face. They seemed no closer to finding Pierce, yet they could feel his men were in the mountains watching them. His assassin teams were stalking the area, waiting for them. With the danger surrounding rarely did anyone leave the compound, especially not the women and children.

“Raja, stop pacing. You’re going to wear a hole in my favorite rug,” Tabitha teased, watching him over her coffee mug as he paced the study.

He smiled, unable to help it. Tabitha always had a way of lightening the mood. When I find my mate I hope she is able to make me smile the way Tabitha can. This woman has been through so much, yet she still is more concerned about the people around her than herself.

“You know I’m good for another one.” He couldn’t sit still. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention with the knowledge that something wasn’t right. He could feel in his soul that something was going to happen. Pierce would make a move before long, but what would that move be?

“I received word before coming over that Leo and Connor arrived in California and were on their way to locate Pierce’s sister. It’s extremely unlikely that he’s there, but maybe she’ll be able to tell us something.” He ran his hand over the windowsill. Outside looked like a winter wonderland. Everything was covered in a thick, white snow, with even more snow forecast for the next few days.

“Keep me apprised on the situation. I want them back within seventy-two hours, or we send in another team. We don’t have the time to waste on this,” Ty said, looking up from his e-tablet, where he was reading the reports from the teams trying to track Pierce and his clan. Teams were all over the country, yet no one had seen hide or hair of Pierce and his men. It wasn’t surprising that Pierce knew they were searching for him, but they didn’t expect Pierce to run and hide. Maybe the fact that his days were numbered, for the murder and attacks on other tiger shifters, had him scared.

Raja nodded, still gazing out the window.

“I need to go speak with some of the guards. Raja, could you look after Tabby until I get back? I don’t want to leave her alone in case there’s another attack.”

“Sure.”

“Thank you.” Ty rose, kissing her on the cheek as he did. “I shouldn’t be long, love.”

Once they were alone Raja heard Tabitha’s chair push back from the table, her sock-covered feet padding toward him.

“Raja, are you okay?” She laid her hand on his back as if she could give him the comfort she was able to give Ty. Unfortunately, it only worked on a mate, but the caring gesture touched him.

“I’m fine. You have enough to worry about; there is no need to be concerned about me. I’m fine.” Even he could hear the uncertainty in his voice—there was no doubt she could.

“I don’t believe you. If you ever need to talk, I’m here. It will go no further than us.”

“Mates don’t keep things from each other.” The reservation was thick in his voice.

“To help a friend in need I would do what needs to be done. Raja, I haven’t known you very long, but I consider you a part of my family and can see your pain.” She ran her hand over his back.

“Thank you, but everything is fine with me. It’s you I’m worried about. I can feel something bad is coming.” He wasn’t being entirely honest. There was something bothering him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it, let alone put it into words to tell his Queen.

“We’ll get through it. We know Pierce is still out there and after me. He has a larger following then we guessed. I know it’s your job as our Lieutenant to worry, but we’ll get through this.”

The invisible ear bud allowing him contact with command central and the ground teams sprang to life. “Breach. We have a breach at the main gate. All available units respond.”

“Shit. Where’s Felix?”

“Ty gave him the morning off since we were meeting with you and wouldn’t be leaving our quarters.” Tabitha joined him at the window. “Go. I’ll be fine.”

“Like hell I will. You have to be protected.” She had her own transmitter, allowing her to know what was happening, and he could feel her fear spilling off her.

“Raja, stay where you are. Felix is on his way. I’m proceeding toward the main gate,” Ty’s voice came through the transmitter.

“Be safe,” Tabitha whispered.

“Tabitha, come away from the window. Everyone always forgets about the windows. You feel safe and secure inside the houses, while the sharpshooter is just waiting. Waiting for you to walk past the window.”

He could feel her reluctance but his job was to keep her safe, not allow her to stand in front of the window for a glimpse of what might be happening. Unlike the other guards, his vow wasn’t made because she was their Female Alpha or because she was the Queen of the Tigers. No, his vow was made for Ty. Ty had saved his ass more than once, and the best way to show his appreciation for it was to keep Ty’s mate safe.

About the Author:

Born and raised in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area, Marissa Dobson now resides about an hour from Washington, D.C. She is a lady who likes to keep busy, and is always busy doing something. With two different college degrees, she believes you are never done learning.

Being the first daughter to an avid reader, this gave her the advantage of learning to read at a young age. Since learning to read she has always had her nose in a book. It wasn’t until she was a teenager that she started writing down the stories she came up with.

Marissa is blessed with a wonderful supportive husband, Thomas. He is her other half and allows her to stay home and pursue her writing. He puts up with all her quirks and listens to her brainstorm in the middle of the night?

Her writing buddies Max (a cocker spaniel) and Dawne (a beagle mix) are always around to listen to me bounce ideas off them. They might not be able to answer, but they are helpful in their own ways.

She love to hear from readers so send her an email at marissa@marissadobson.com or visit her online at http://www.marissadobson.com.

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Interview & giveaway with Nana Malone

Books-n-Kisses is pleased to welcome Nana Malone to the blog today

Nana, can you please share with us a little about yourself

Oh I’m just your average Ghanaian/American girl who lives in sunny San Diego with an American husband who thinks my family is crazy.  My Big Fat Greek Wedding has nothing on us.  In my infinite spare time, I chase around my two year old trying to tame her wild mane of hair, try and corral my spunky Scottie and occasionally let my hubby pamper me.

Have you always wanted to be an author?

Nope.  Way back when I wanted to be an MTV  VJ.  It wasn’t’ until 12 years ago that I actually thought that I could do this as a profession.

Who are some of your favorite writers? Who do you feel has influenced your writing?

Right now Sylvia Day and JR Ward. I love their use of language and description that has you sucked in right from the start.

How did you get into writing in this specific genre?  Have you ever thought about writing in a different genre?

Well, there’s just something about sassy contemporary romance.  It’s the world I live in.  Or used to live in several years ago.  Lol.  It’s Witty comments between friends and lovers.  It’s Sex and the City if done well.  But the geek girl in me also loves paranormal, because who doesn’t’ love a shifter?

What are some of your writing rituals?

I wake up and write 1000 words first thing in the morning.  This is before coffee, before brushed teeth, before I even run off to use the bathroom.  It helps set the pace for the rest of the day.

Can you please tell us about your latest book(s)?

Sultry in Stilettos is the second in my In Stilettos series.  It stars best friends Ricca Munroe and Becket Mills, who just can’t seem to get it together.

Shy, Fantasy Event Planner, Ricca Munroe has never been lucky in love, so when the latest in a long line of Mr. Oh So Wrongs publicly dumps her, she focuses on her career. All she has to do to land the job of a lifetime is work side-by-side with the one man who can break her heart.

Beckett Mills has never been in love. Personal entanglements are a recipe for disaster—that is until one kiss from Ricca Munroe changes everything. Beckett needs this job to fulfill a promise he made. All he has to do is resist the seductive charms of his best friend.

Can Ricca come out of her shell to land her dream job and the love of her life? Can Beckett trust himself enough to actually fall in love and still keep the promise he made?

Warning: Sexy, sass talking women will make you laugh, cry and want a pair of killer footwear.
How did you come with the idea for this story?

I got the idea for the first in the series for Sexy in Stilettos while sitting around with my girlfriends one night getting some drinks. I wondered under what scenario I would abandon my list making ways and out of that, the hero, Alec was born.  Ricca and Beckett were so fun they deserved their own story.

Can you share with us your current work(s) in progress?

Right now I’m working on the follow up to my first published novel, Game, Set, Match, called MisMatch.  It’s not exactly a sequel, but it stars the plucky Jessica, who stole the show in GSM. After that comes Sassy in Stilettos, the final in the In Stilettos trilogy.

What would you be if you were not an author?

A Project Manager.  I’m apparently very bossy.

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?

Nothing stays in my TBR pile for too long.  But I’m anxiously waiting for the next Crossfire novel by Sylvia Day.  May seems too far away.  Lol.

Is there anything else you would like to add?

Just a thank you for having me today and a reminder that In addition to ebook and print, many of my books are available in audio too.  Readers(listeners) can find them here

I just love to chat with readers.  You can all find me here:

Email:nana@nanamaloneromance.com

Facebook:www.facebook.com/nanamaloneromance

Twitter:www.twitter.com/nanamalone

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4341612.Nana_Malone

Sultry in Stilettos

Nana Malone

 

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Shy, Fantasy Event Planner, Ricca Munroe has never been lucky in love, so when the latest in a long line of Mr. Oh So Wrongs publicly dumps her, she focuses on her career.  All she has to do to land the job of a lifetime is work side-by-side with the one man who can break her heart.

Beckett Mills has never been in love. Personal entanglements are a recipe for disaster—that is until one kiss from Ricca Munroe changes everything.  Beckett needs this job to fulfill a promise he made.  All he has to do is resist the seductive charms of his best friend.

Can Ricca come out of her shell to land her dream job and the love of her life? Can Beckett trust himself enough to actually fall in love and still keep the promise he made?

Warning: Sexy, sass talking women will make you laugh, cry and want a pair of killer footwear.

 

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Interview with Carla Caruso

Books-n-Kisses is pleased to welcome Carla Caruso to the blog today to chat about her new book CITY GLITTER.

 

Carla, can you please share with us a little about yourself.
Hello, I’m an Australian-based writer (with Italian ancestry!). My background is in journalism, but writing novels has always been a little pipedream for me, which has finally come true. I’m married, a star-sign junkie, running fanatic, sometimes vegetarian – and have a tabby with ‘tood called Luca.

Have you always wanted to be an author?
Yes! I used to annoy my kindergarten teachers by dictating long, detailed stories to them. As a teen, I used to hand-write 100-page stories (for fun) in my school holidays. And Mum always kindly took me to the library to sate my bookworm tendencies. It just took me a while to realize my childhood dream – journalism seemed a more practical course!

What is your most interesting writing quirk?
I have a mini notepad that I carry around in my handbag and scrawl notes in constantly. Everything goes in there, from hearing an actor’s name I like to throwaway lines I hear. It all inspires my writing. My family thinks I’m mad!

Can you please tell us about your latest book(s)?
Cityglitter (Destiny Romance) is about a gorgeous fairy living a glam life in the big city who does the one thing she promised herself she’d never do: fall in love with a human! The fairies in the story all look like Victoria’s Secret Angels – with actual wings. http://www.destinyromance.com/

How did you come with the idea for this story?
The book is based in the big city of Sydney, Australia, where I worked for three years in the magazine world (now back in my smaller hometown of Adelaide). The idea came about because I got to attend a ton of fabulous media parties through my work there and never felt so frumpy in my life! Night after night, manicured socialites and celebs would be on parade and I used to joke to my hubby that maybe they used magic to look so polished all the time. The idea was born! Oh, and we used to go cycling in the Centennial Parklands a lot on the weekend, which had a fairy-like feel – at least to my mind!

Can you share with us your current work(s) in progress?
I’ve just had a ‘90s time-warp novel accepted – another romantic comedy. A friend called it “Hot Tub Time Machine for girls”! I’m also working on a suspense-style one involving zodiacs and another that’s a rural romance in a coastal setting – featuring a ghost. Plus, I have a short story out with AlfieDog.com. It’s about young illustrator Frankie who accidentally discovers an ‘alter’ version of herself when she follows her wandering cat through a hedge hole. Her alter-ego seems to have the perfect life, including a big house and a gorgeous husband… but does she really?

Who is the one author that you would love to meet someday and why?
Definitely Sophie Kinsella behind the Shopaholic series (and the resulting Confessions of a Shopaholic film starring Isla Fisher). I’m such a fan of her work – and am hanging out for her new book, Wedding Night! I think I’d be a tad terrified if I met her, though, and would clam up, not knowing what to say.

What is the best piece of advice you would give to someone that wants to get into writing?
It will happen when the time is right. Just keep at it, enjoy it, learn from the critiques, keep polishing your work and learning – and join a writers’ group (or two) to hone your skills, keep you motivated and abreast of the industry.

Can you share with us something off your bucket list.
I’ve always wanted to (properly) learn Italian – that’s my family’s background. I know a few words here and there – and plenty of swear words – but I’d love to be fluent one day! It would definitely help when I’m travelling over there.

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or upcoming release you can’t wait for?
I’m looking forward to the new book from the very funny Lisa Walker, Sex, Lies and Bonsai, and Maggie Alderson’s latest, Everything Changes But You. Can’t wait!

Is there anything else you would like to add?
Please find me at www.carlacaruso.com.au, @CarlaCaruso79, and http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6541142. And thanks kindly for your time!

Christelle is like any other 20-something living in Sydney, Australia – except for one huge secret. She enjoys cocktails with girlfriends, luxury brand launches, gossip and shopping. For an added touch of spice, there’s also the sizzling connection with her new boss, the gorgeous Jasper.

Then Christelle’s younger sister, the hapless and naïve Trixie Fifi Panache, arrives unannounced, and things begin to fall apart. Not only does Christelle have to deal with her sister’s exploits and embarrassing mistakes, but she also has to live with the fear that her escapades will reveal the truth: Christelle and Trixie are half fairy, half human, and hidden beneath their clothes are a pair of gorgeous wings. To make matters worse, Christelle has fallen for Jasper, but knows that taking the relationship any further threatens exposure. And no love could survive that, could it?

Cityglitter is a charming, magical romance that leaves in its wake a glitter of fairy dust. With inner-city fabulousness and sophistication, this fun celebration of love will add more than a touch of sparkle to your life.

 

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Christelle is like any other 20-something living in Sydney, Australia – except for one huge secret. She enjoys cocktails with girlfriends, luxury brand launches, gossip and shopping. For an added touch of spice, there’s also the sizzling connection with her new boss, the gorgeous Jasper.

Then Christelle’s younger sister, the hapless and naïve Trixie Fifi Panache, arrives unannounced, and things begin to fall apart. Not only does Christelle have to deal with her sister’s exploits and embarrassing mistakes, but she also has to live with the fear that her escapades will reveal the truth: Christelle and Trixie are half fairy, half human, and hidden beneath their clothes are a pair of gorgeous wings. To make matters worse, Christelle has fallen for Jasper, but knows that taking the relationship any further threatens exposure. And no love could survive that, could it?

Cityglitter is a charming, magical romance that leaves in its wake a glitter of fairy dust. With inner-city fabulousness and sophistication, this fun celebration of love will add more than a touch of sparkle to your life.

Excerpt:

I look back at Mr Butterscotch Eyes, who looks a little bemused. Perhaps it’s my seven-second delay to his greeting. I think fast.

‘Hello again!’ I gush, like we’re long-lost friends, not virtual strangers.

Without thinking, I stand up on tippy-toe, leaning forward, intending to air kiss his cheek. Somehow, like a paperclip drawn to a magnet, I’m pulled askew, my lips brushing his.

The effect on my body is like switching on an electrical grid, as every pore starts to buzz. His lips, so soft, moist, kissable; his musky scent, spinning a web around me; my body, pinging like a microwave with his strong physique mere centimetres away.

Suddenly, though, the sensual warmth, the heavenly breath, has been pried away and my lips are cold, bare. I flutter my eyelids open, honing in on his gaze, detecting a flicker of something in those liquid gold-like orbs before it dies.

He clears his throat, playing with a tortoiseshell cufflink. ‘That’s certainly not the kind of greeting I’m used to – especially from someone I barely know.’

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Book Blitz: The Vendetta by E. Jamie

Blood Vows Book One- The Vendetta

E. Jamie

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The O’Reiley’s and the Dardano families have always despised each other, turning New York City into a war zone and dividing the loyalties of the biggest families in organized crime. When mob princess Brianna O’Reiley’s husband is murdered under the patriarch Bernardo Dardano’s orders, she vows vengeance on the family that has destroyed hers.

Trying to regroup after her loss, Brianna leaves her young son William with her family and leaves the city to spend some time alone. A snow storm blows in and she crashes into another car on the road. Both she and the other driver are unharmed and take shelter from the storm where Brianna allows herself for just one night, to forget her tragedy in this stranger’s arms.

They part, neither knowing the other’s identity only to discover in a cruel twist of fate that the passionate stranger who helped her through her grief is none other than Alessandro Dardano, the eldest son of Bernardo, returned to New York from running his father’s business overseas to now take his place as Bernardo’s successor.

And Brianna is now pregnant with his child.

Excerpt:

Oh, come on! Her body whimpered. He stood there in black boxer briefs that hugged the tight cheeks of that ass she knew so well. In a tickling fit, she had bitten the right cheek playfully and the noise he had made was so hilarious that it had sent her into a fit of giggles. His lean waist grew into a broad, muscled back. She remembered feeling the shift and bunch of those muscles beneath her fingers, digging into the skin with her nails as he thrust powerfully above her.

He turned and went still when he saw her. His brown eyes held hers for what felt like a breathless eternity. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t look away.

Alessandro took a step towards her, and Bree jerked backwards, coming up painfully against the refrigerator door handle. He winced and moved to her side.

“Are you all right?” He asked, his fingers rubbing the sore spot in the center of her back.

Bree moaned in reply and shifted her body without thought so that his fingers lowered to the small of her back. He pressed there, bringing her body closer to him as a result.

“There?” he asked pressing in firm slow circles.

She nodded silently, feeling too good to ruin it with pesky things like arguing with him and remembering that she didn’t want him to touch her.

“I imagine carrying a baby is hard on your spine, eh?” He whispered, his breath caressing the top of her head.

“Mmm,” she said.

“Here,” he turned her around so that she was facing the wall and moved both hands to her hips, using his thumbs to massage his way upwards along the small bones of her spine.

She practically purred at the luxurious feeling, swaying a little bit so that she fell against him. She felt a very hard bulge against the cheeks of her ass and the memory of his hips snapping with relentless speed against her filled her pussy with wetness and her heart with want.

And her head with panic.

Bree pulled herself away from his fingers and jerked away from his body. Her blood raced and if her face was as flushed as Alessandro’s was, he knew what she had been remembering because he’d been recalling it too.

He lowered his head and shook it from side to side, giving her a rueful smile. “I find it so ironic that someone I think of as sometimes so brave to the point of stupidity could be so terrified of her own happiness,”

Bree felt the shot hit home, and she couldn’t look at him. She ran her finger along the marble topped of the island. “That’s ridiculous. Who in their right mind is afraid of being happy?”

“Someone who has lost too much,” he moved slowly towards her in gentle careful strides as if he was afraid of startling her.

Fair enough, she did tend to attack him when he tried to corner her, but for some reason, Bree just couldn’t tonight. The much too relaxing bubble bath must be making her sluggish.

“Someone who is so used to being told she caused too much pain to others to ever be worthy of happiness herself,”

Bree closed her eyes. “Shut up. Please, Alessandro.”

“No, darling,” A hand came up to cup her face. “I don’t dare shut up because you’re too important to me. What we feel is too important.” He tilted her head up to look at him. “My God, but you are the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. Don’t you know I would give up everything for you? Anything you wanted would be yours. Even my life, Brianna. I would willingly give up my life for yours. I love you that much,” he ran a thumb along her bottom lip. He lowered his head to hers. “We could be so happy, darling,” he gingerly kissed her, testing her.

Bree’s heart was too full of his words to stop him.

“I never feel half as alive as I do when I’m with you.”

He deepened the kiss for a moment, just enough to make her whimper when he withdrew. His hand moved to her breast, cupping it, running his palm against the too-sensitive nipple.

Bree felt heavy, drugged, open and wet…so wet.

“Let me make you happy, Brianna,” he sighed into her mouth, caressing the seam of her lips with his tongue.

Bree shook with the force of her need for him. Oh God, resisting him was so hard. He was so beautiful, so much stronger than she was, so determined.

And she didn’t feel half as alive when she wasn’t with him either.

She lowered her hand to the bulge in the tight material of his boxers, feeling the warm heat of his cock through the fabric.

Alessandro growled into her mouth and pinched her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes…” she sighed arching backwards against the island, cold and hard compared to the warm solid body in front of her.

The only sound in the dark room was their breathing and the low hum of the refrigerator.

Alessandro gave a soft grunt of triumph before capturing her mouth for a thorough, devastating kiss that shook Bree all the way to her toes. His hands dug into her hips and he lifted her onto the island, pushing the robe up her thighs. Her breasts were closer to his mouth at this height, and he watched her eyes as he lowered the material of her robe off her shoulders, waiting for her to stop him. To say no.

Bree didn’t say no. She’d lived in a miserable fog for too long. It was as if Alessandro’s hands on her, his body on hers was the only thing that sent her blood pumping.

She bit back a cry when his mouth took her nipple with delicious, sinful determination. Her sleeping son briefly tickled the edges of her lust hazed mind, and Bree pressed her lips tightly to keep quiet. Her pussy opened greedily, waiting, demanding. Her legs locked around Alessandro’s waist, drawing him closer. He angled his hips so that his cock could rub against her center.

“Brianna,” he groaned against the damp skin of her breast as his hand moved down her swollen belly, caressing it for a moment. They both stopped when a soft flutter responded to his touch. Alessandro met her gaze. “How beautiful to feel one’s own child,” He dropped a kiss to her belly. “I can’t wait to meet you, my baby,”

Oh, God, he was killing her. Her pussy actually gushed a little at the sweet passion in his voice.

Bree wrapped herself in the warmth of his words and the love in his eyes.

At the considerable impediment, he had to pull back. His fingers caressed the soaked petals of her pussy, and he looked up at her hesitantly. “I’m not…sure…If I…well, is it gonna hurt the baby?”

“No. No it won’t. Please…” Bree sighed greedily for his finger to push into her.

He slid a finger into her, and Bree arched backwards so that she was practically laying on the island. He moved slowly, rubbing her clitoris in slow circles.

“Alessandro,” she sighed, putting all of her love and desire into that one name.

He gave a short chuckle as he pumped his finger. “It feels like I’m saying hello to him,”

Bree’s burst of laughter was choked off by the tight hiss of her approaching orgasm. “Oh…” she moaned then bit her fist to keep from crying out when his mouth joined his thrusting finger. He pulled his finger out right before she went over the edge, leaving her panting and desperate. His hands cupped her bottom, lifting her slightly to his mouth.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you,” he whispered before thrusting his tongue into her pussy.

She wished she could reach down and grab his head and keep him there forever, but then she was spinning and falling over the edge and using all her willpower not to scream.

His tongue fucked her with growing speed and his lips sucked at her as he pumped her with his mouth, making her nerves scream in delight.

You love him, you love him. Let yourself love him. Nothing else matters. Tell him you love him. Her heartbeat pounded out the words in quick relentless beat. Let the two of you fight your obstacles together.

“Alessandro, I…I…,” she shivered as panic warred with her soul.

He stepped back and gathered her up against him.

Still, Bree couldn’t say the words. So she did the next best thing, she eased her hand past the waistband of his boxers and ran her mouth along his jaw as she cupped his thick cock. “Your turn,” she whispered in his ear before motioning for him to help her off the island.

Reviews:

“The foreplay between Alessandro and Bree is ongoing with each argument, glance across a room, or thought and the sex between the two boils over as soon as they make physical contact.” –Just Erotic Romance 5/5 stars http://www.justeroticromancereviews.com/book-review.cfm?bookID=988436381&reviewID=8967&sNav=nav03-06&CFID=64317832&CFTOKEN=98067190

“How can these two heal the blood feud and have a normal life together when Bree knows Alessandro’s family killed her husband, the father of her son Will? How can Alessandro keep his somewhat psychotic brother from harming Bree and Will? This is the background for this unconventional love story…”-Manic Readers Reviews 4.5/5 stars http://www.manicreaders.com/index.cfm?disp=reviews&bookid=25291

 

 

About The Author:

E. Jamie lives in Toronto Canada and loves roaming the streets of her vibrant city to feed her muse. She loves penning passionate tales across all erotic sub genres from contemporary to historicals that leave the bedroom door wide open! She’s always thrilled to hear from her readers at her website www.authorejamie.wordpress.com

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Spotlight Feature of Protect Me by Lila Hart

Protect Me

Lila Hart

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Danielle meets handsome African American soldier Kevin and they have an instant attraction to each other.  Kevin discovers that Danielle is a shy woman, and he is determined to pull out her sexy side.

A hurricane strikes their town, and he uses that as his chance to protect her and use his handcuffs to show her how much fun being trapped inside during a hurricane can really be.

 Excerpt:

“I’ll be right here all night”, he reassured her.

They kissed for a moment before he felt her hands slip under his shirt.  He took that cue to take his shirt off, and he loved when she stared appreciatively at his muscular chest and abs.  She ran her hand over his chest and he groaned softly.  She stepped back for a moment and slipped out of her robe.  Underneath she wore black lacy boy shorts and a black bra, which her creamy white breasts spilled out of.  His cock was already hard, but everything she did seemed to make him even more aroused.

“Wow”, he said softly.

“Is this ok?” She asked shyly, “I didn’t know what you liked.”

“I love it”, he replied honestly, “You’re beautiful.”

He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.   He leaned down and began to kiss the back of her neck.  She moaned softly, and his hands moved over her stomach to caress her breasts.  He nibbled her ear as he whispered in it.

“You must know how sexy you are”, he whispered, “Can you feel me?”

She moved her hand back to stroke his cock, and he sighed with relief.  He’d been waiting for her to touch him all night.   He turned her towards the bed gently.

“Lie on your stomach”, he said.

He knew that she was confused by his request, but she listened to it. As she lay down, he unhooked the back of her bra and rubbed her back gently. She was so sexy that he planned on taking his time exploring her body.  Thunder rumbled through the house, and he felt her body tremble. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or his touch making her tremble, but the thought of her being aroused excited him further.

“It’s ok baby”, he said soothingly.

He moved from rubbing her back to kissing it gently.  He ran his tongue slowly from the base of her spine to the back of her neck, and she surprised him by moaning loudly.  He licked her earlobe as he heard her voice.

 

About the Author:

I live in Connecticut, but was born and raised a New Yorker.  Writing is both a passion and a way to express myself.  Another passion of mine is fitness, and I am a part time fitness instructor.  Guilty pleasures are wine tours, dining out, and getting up late when I’m not teaching class.  I’m really looking forward to interacting with other writers and readers about my work.

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Book Blitz: The Unicorn and the Serpent by Ellie Potts

The Unicorn and The Serpent

Ellie Potts

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Princess Morgan, wild and fiery, heir to her father’s throne, can best any man with a sword. Now a woman she is fearful of being Queen and marriage. But when visitors from a different kingdom show up Morgan is faced with big changes. Faced with loss, love and some touches of magic Morgan has to become the Queen she is meant to be or succumb to a life worse than death.

 

Excerpt:

“Out here is the training area,” Cormack said, opening the old wooden door and walking onto a small wooden platform. They all looked down, watching the two fighting in the ring.

“King Cormack, your man is fighting in a dress,” Prince Philip said, stunned.

“Watch,” he said, as Morgan threw the helmet from her head.

“I will make you wear it, Ryan,” she said, angrily. She spun in a blur, sword hitting against Coyle’s.

The women gasped and the men stared in shocked silence. The guards and Morgan all went still, looking up. Ryan took her sword, and they all bowed, except for Morgan; she gave a slight nod of her head.

“Hello, Father, will you join us?”

“No. You know I do not fancy the sword as much as you do. And do not let us stop you,” he said.

“You let her play with the men?” King Henry asked, not holding the shock from his voice.

“She is my second,” he said.

“Because she is your heir?”

“Because she is the best sword fighter ever seen,” he said, smiling down at his daughter. She gave him a small salute with the sword, to thank him for his praise.

“But she is a woman,” Henry said.

“A girl? And you say she is the best of all your men? That does not make them seem very good, does it? I mean, a woman cannot be better than a man at many things, other than music and sewing,” Philip said.

“You can ask all my men. They are all very good with a sword, but they will tell you she can beat any of them. She has been fighting since she was a child.”

“You let your daughter fight?” Queen Jaylene said, stunned.

“I gave her a wooden sword. It was carved by my great-grandfather and passed down from father to child since.”

“I have never been beaten by a girl. And will never, for the sake of our sex, let it be said that a girl can beat a man,” Philip said.

“I should have died if I were to have a girl and find her fighting,”

Jaylene said.

“She does carry herself very well,” Cormack said.

Prince Philip looked down at the woman with curly, auburn hair. She watched them with dark emerald eyes that sparkled like jewels. He saw a fire in those eyes he did not agree with. He felt a need to tame her like a horse. She would make a wonderful trophy; even if, perhaps, she was not as beautiful as some of the other women in his circle. It would mean more land to add to his Father’s, one that produced very well.

“I challenge the princess,” he said. “I wish to see if she is really as good as the praise.”

The guards all murmured below. Coyle nudged her. “You have been challenged,” he whispered. “Will you accept?”

“Have I ever turned down a challenge?”

“Not once.”

“I accept your challenge, Prince Philip.”

 

About the Author:

Somebody told Ellie Potts you had to be rich to be eccentric otherwise you were just crazy. She set out to prove them wrong doing things she was told she couldn’t do like dressing like a pirate, get her books published, playing video games, planning to survive a zombie apocalypse, and other antics most women stay away from. Her love of books motivate her and movies captivate her. She loves almost everything from Disney to George Romero. She lives in California’s Central Valley where most of her stories and books take place. Her and her husband are owned by their attack Bugg, and her two red eared slider turtle minions who live in the backyard.

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Book Blitz: Her Wolfen Destiny by Dakota Trace

Her Wolfen Destiny
Dakota Trace

 Braden Donnghal, the first American born, Irish-Scottish werewolf is packless after the death of his parents. In an effort to get back into the good graces of his parents’ former pack, he has to prove his worth by escorting the Alpha’s intended mate back to the pack. It seems easy enough – all he has to do is deliver her untouched by the next full moon for her claiming. He’s prepared to avoid the roving enemy soldiers, bombs and even Emma’s father, the feared MacDonald, but what he isn’t prepared for his reaction to the high-spirited but seductive Emma MacDonald. Or his unrelenting desire to claim her as his own. But if he does, he’ll be exiled if not killed on sight.

Emma MacDonald has been told since birth that her destiny is to give birth to the saviors of her race, twin russet wolves, in an upcoming racial war with the humans. But being a woman raised in the midst of the Great War, she is tired of war and vows to flout her father’s decree that she marry the neighboring Alpha of the Donnghal clan. When Braden arrives to escort her to the Donnghal Alpha she unprepared for his awakening of her wolf, which can only mean one thing. He’s her mate and her escape from her betrothal. If he mates her she doesn’t have to marry his uncle. Her hopes are dashed however when Braden cruelly rejects their bond. But that ceases to matter when the pack which Braden hopes to join turns on him.

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Moving further into the solar, Emma looked around apprehensively, taking in every minute detail of her surroundings. Sniffing the air, she could scent nothing more than old books and the wood stacked next to the fireplace. Her father hadn’t been in the room for several hours it seemed. Thank God, because the book lined solar was her refuge from everything – the one place she could find peace.  Latching the door behind her, she slipped around one of the two high winged back chairs. Tossing the thick lap-robe up and over her body, she settled into the chair. Her plan had seemed so simple when she’d plotted with Lettie – find  a wolf to mate with – one that would bind her to him, but it seemed that each man she approached did nothing for her wolf.  The bitch continues to lay dormant no matter which male comes sniffing around. If I didn’t know better I’d think she’s an omega – hiding from all.   The low growl erupting from her throat told her of her wolf’s obvious feelings on the matter. She sighed – tired of trying to find a solution to a problem which wasn’t solvable. Perhaps running away would be best.

But even as she thought it, her wolf grunted. Strong and pure, the alpha bitch residing inside her would run from no man or beast – even if she didn’t deign to meet any of the prospective suitors Emma had paraded in front of her.

Snuggling deeper into the plush cushions, she continued to study the flames in the fireplace, and was just dropping off to sleep when the most intoxicating smell she’d ever scented teased her nostrils.  With the hint of nutmeg and pine, her inner wolf’s ear perked up as she sniffed the air. Mate?  Exhilaration chased away the lingering weariness.  Turning her head, she got her first glimpse of the man who was her mate standing next to her father.

Tall and broad shouldered, his closely cropped dark hair and neat appearance smacked of time spent in the military but the bruising and swelling around his left eye and nose attested to the fact he’d been in a recent altercation.  Then the scent of another female hit her nose.  A low growl built in her throat at the idea. Her wolf began to pace in agitation and it was all she could do to keep her from springing on the unsuspecting man.

The Great Mac’s head swung in her direction.

“Emma-girl, there you are. Your mother has been looking all over for you.”

She rose with a low snarl before skirting around the wingback chair. The rumbling in her chest grew louder the closer she stalked to the pair. The stranger shifted a bit as he took in every detail of her. She felt the heat of his eyes stroking over her form and if she’d been a normal woman she’d have preened under his gaze. But she wasn’t, and with the musky scent of another aggravating her wolf, all Emma wanted to do was mark the man. He was hers and soon he’d accept the fact. She watched as his nostrils flared before he inhaled sharply. Immediately the knowledge of what they meant to each other washed over his face. His fists clenched as she closed the distance between them, but he held his ground despite the increasing noise her bitch was making.

“What’s wrong, lass? This is your betrothed’s surrogate. He’s here to marry you in his Alpha’s stead. You have no reason to be hostile.”

Her father’s whisper was ignored as she stopped with only inches separating her aching body from the male in front of her.  She looking up into deep blue eyes, her fingers curling hesitantly against the broad expanse of his chest. He relaxed under her touch as she gave him a warning smile – his first mistake. One  she was sure he’d be leery about in the future. Everyone in her pack knew to tread softly when Emma smiled in a certain way.  It usually meant she was plotting bodily harm – and this time was no different. Her mate had allowed another to touch him – to take what was rightfully hers and it didn’t matter to her wolf that it’d been before her – she demanded that Emma show the man the error of his ways.

With her wolf’s first heat upon her, triggered by her mate’s presence, her fingernails grew into razor sharp talons as her voice became raspier. “Mine!” she hissed, before piercing into the heavy chest muscles under her palms – marking him. He stiffened as if he’d been hit by lightning as a low moan passed his parted lips. She flexed her fingers, digging deep – needing to impress upon him severity of giving another what she considered as hers.

“Fuck.” His head tipped back as his torso arched away from her – his lower body swayed towards hers. Against her stomach she felt  an unfamiliar hardness  – one  which would’ve had her wolf purring – if wolves purred.

“Emma Rose MacDonald! Release him!” Her father moved closer – too close for Emma’s wolf’s comfort. She bared her teeth at her sire. As an alpha bitch, she cared less about pack policies when it came to her mate. He had no right to interfere.

“Mine!” She snapped at Liam. He froze before a low rumble of his displeasure filled the room.

 

About the Author:

Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. Her father always said she made up the craziest stories.  Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter her dad found at a garage sale. Now writing in several different genres, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt.  When she isn’t writing, she’s the crazy mom of three wild Indians who are posing as her children, a loving wife to the man of her dreams and a full time Graphic Design Major at IADT.

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