I.J Miller’s Wuthering Nights

SEXY SPOTLIGHT INTERVIEW

of Author I.J. Miller

 

 

WSW: Welcome and please introduce yourself to our readers not familiar with your books.   

My name is I.J. Miller.  I have published five books of erotic fiction, usually categorized in the sub genre of literary erotica.

WSW: Have you always wanted to be an author? When did you have that ah-ha! moment?

In eleventh grade I took my first creative writing class.  That was the first time I started thinking writing, looking at people and situations as possible material for stories, formulizing observations about life that would give me something to say in my fiction.

WSW: If you weren’t writing romance novels, what would you be doing?

I also coach collegiate tennis.  Love the game.

WSW: If given the choice, would you write non-fiction? If yes, what would the topic be?

Prefer fiction.  But I do enjoy anecdotal pieces related to sports I’m active in (i.e. tennis, running).

WSW: How has your journey been so far in the world of publishing?

Quite a roller coaster ride.  Started out with my first novel published by St. Martin’s press, which included four printings in a Bantam paperback and two foreign translations.  Then three books with an independent press, which was frustrating because they weren’t getting read, although they do well in Germany.  Back with a major press, Grand Central Publishing, and it’s nice to have exposure again.

WSW: I can’t settle down to write without an iced caramel latte and music. What about you? Any weird writing quirks?   

I need to have my mind free and all other business taken care of before I start working: emails done, bills paid, dishes washed, phone calls completed.

WSW: Tell us about writing your latest release. Where did the inspiration come from?

My agent submitted a proposal I drafted to do an erotic retelling of a Dickens’ novel.  The publisher liked my writing and asked if I would do Wuthering Heights.  I readily agreed.  A great choice.  Perhaps the greatest love story every told, because it is a love that transcends mortal life, because of how intensely raw the main characters can be.

WSW: What was it about this story and its characters that you had to write it?

The original seems to have been written before all of the unwritten rules of heroes and heroines were in place.  Bronte pulls no punches and seems to write without self-censorship, willing to show how bad her characters are within their desire to be good.  There was an impulse to smooth them out for the modern reader, but, ultimately, I thought that would be an injustice to the original.  It was a great challenge, but the intense darkness of the story, during its search for light, made it very compelling.

WSW: What would you say were the hardest and easiest parts of writing this story?

What made it easy is that there was a story in place, with such well-defined characters.  What made it difficult was making sure I stayed true to the original language.  I also worked hard to make sure the eroticism fit in smoothly with the flow of the story.

WSW: When was the last time any of your characters made you blush?

Some of the sex scenes with Heathcliff just took off on their own.  He is such a passionate, dark soul and interpreting him erotically really brought out some intense domination scenes that surprised me…and my significant other who read the pages daily.

WSW: What’s the last book that made you cry?

OPEN HEART by Elie Wiesel.

WSW: What do you hope readers take away from your stories?

I hope they feel the passion.  I hope they seem themselves in parts of it.  I hope it makes them think about their own life.

WSW: What’s your favorite place in your entire house to write?

My home office.  Separate heating.  Nice and cozy.  I like to think my two cats and dog hang out there with me because they like keeping me company.  But it’s the heat.

WSW: What does sexy mean to you?

Sexy is confidence.  Sexy is an appeal to all aspects of one’s being: the five senses and, most significantly, one’s mind.

WSW: Do you come with any warning labels?

WUTHERING NIGHTS: as in the original, no punches pulled.  The intense eroticism brings out the rawness even more.  Stick with it.  It will take you on an unforgettable journey.

WSW: And finally, tell readers what other works you’ve got in store for us this year.

I’m working on a New Adult erotic romance for the 18-25 crowd called CELINE’S SOLUTION, about a college girl who gets her final, senior education from her young English professor who is both a master of passion and a troubled secretive soul.  Before she can know for sure whether she has found true love or needs to move on, she needs to unravel all of his mysteries.

 

About WUTHERING NIGHTS

Romantics everywhere have been enthralled by Emily Bronte’s classic novel of the tragic love between beautiful, spirited Catherine Earnshaw and dark, brooding Heathcliff. The restrained desire between these two star-crossed lovers has always smoldered on the page. And now it ignites into an uncontrollable blaze. In WUTHERING NIGHTS, writer I.J. Miller reimagines this timeless story to reveal the passion between Catherine and Heathcliff–in all its forbidden glory.

Set against the stark, raw beauty of the English moors, Heathcliff, an abandoned orphan, recognizes his soulmate in wild, impulsive Catherine, the only woman who can tame his self-destructive nature. And Catherine cannot deny the all-consuming desire she feels for him, despite his low birth. Together they engage in a fiery affair–one that will possess them, enslave them, and change their destinies forever…

 

EXCERPT: CHRISTMAS SCENE FROM WUTHERING NIGHTS

By I.J. Miller

 For Heathcliff, the pleasure was overwhelming, to be this close to his beloved, to be this intimate with someone he knew in every way, but this one. It was with great willpower that he resisted pulling her down besides him so they could be body to body, flesh to flesh. But, as was her bidding, he remained patient.

Ever so slowly, she inched her undershirt up, at first revealing her flat stomach, hardened from years of riding, then her glorious breasts, so full, erect, nearly pointing upward with the strength of her youth. Her areolas were a pale brown, dark only because of the whiteness of her flesh. They seem to hover over his face and he longed to suck them. However, he heeded her warnings.

Then, with the most titillating move he had ever seen, something that made the full fucking of Robert and Mrs. Linton look as passionate as one of the curate’s schoolbooks, Catherine stared him straight in the eye, pupil to pupil, and slowly, provocatively, inched her underskirt down. The gentle sway of each hip, from one side to the other, as she lowered it, made his cock grow to lengths that even he never imagined. Then before him was her womanhood, her bush thick and wild, hiding the treasure that was Catherine, so sweet, so dark it took the willpower equivalent to the strength of five men to keep him from leaning forward and kissing it, to keep from thanking his beloved for the gift, for the vision of her immaculate body.

Then, just as Heathcliff thought there could be no visual treats left, Catherine took the pins out of her hair, gave her neck a quick shake, and the full, dark curls tumbled to her shoulders.

“My love,” whispered Heathcliff.

“My darling,” whispered Catherine.

She allowed her hand to be taken this time and was brought to his side.

It was not by experience, but by incredible sensuous instinct that the pair continued this gentle lovemaking. Although almost everything on this night seemed like a first; they had locked inside them the wisdom of two beautiful creatures constructed for full carnal pleasure. Inspired by the feelings and tension between them that had been nurtured and grown since their childhood, their touch, their whispered expressions of love, their exchange of caresses and kisses held more power than any lightning in a storm.

Side by side, as equals, they kissed passionately. Without thought, their tongues escaped their mouths and entered the one opposite, touching, playing, caressing, as did their hands over each other’s bodies. It was as if neither had eaten, and the only meal that could satisfy this hunger was each other.

Heathcliff pushed Catherine to her back and began to lick and kiss her neck, tasting her. She arched her throat and moaned softly. He licked down while cupping her full breasts in his hands and began nuzzling and sucking her nipples. Catherine thrashed under him. “Heathcliff, my love, I missed you so much. Never leave me, please.”

“Never,” replied Heathcliff.

She ran her hands down the center of his back, contouring the thick muscles resting on each side of his spine. Although the room was chilled, they lay uncovered, sweating from the heat of their passion, conjoining the fluid of their perspiration, the moistness of their saliva when they kissed.

Heathcliff advanced his hands along her arms, caressed the insides of her wrists, delighted over her warm response. She ran her fingers down the crack of his ass, separated by hard muscle fleeced with dark hair and she felt him arch into her with pleasure, his enormous cock pressing against her thigh.

He kissed along her stomach, gentle at first, then licked with long strokes and her eyes closed and she grabbed a fistful of his hair. He licked along her inner thighs, quick flicks, then long dashes, like a painter with a brush.

As he neared her greatest source of pleasure with his mouth, she murmured, “Heathcliff, Heathcliff, Heathcliff, you are everything to me…”

With that he entered her warm pussy with his thick long tongue.

This did not take long, Catherine so energized from his touches, kisses, licks. For when he found the bump of her pleasure and took it into his mouth, held it there lightly with his teeth, and licked it unmercifully, she could do nothing but thrash and call out his name as he finished her off in a mix of explosive energy and stifled sound as she put a pillow over her mouth and came on his.

 

 

BIO FOR I.J. MILLER

I.J. Miller is the author of five, distinct, literary, erotic works of fiction: SEESAW was translated into two languages, with over 130,000 copies in print; WHIPPED appeared in both English and German; SEX AND LOVE, a collection of short stories, made its debut in the summer of 2011; CLIMBING THE STAIRS, a novella, was released just a year later.  His latest novel, WUTHERING NIGHTS, is an erotic retelling of Emily Bronte’s classic, Wuthering Heights, and is published by the Grand Central Publishing imprint of Hatchette Books.  It is available now as an e-book and will be in bookstores in trade paperback on April 23.  Miller has a Master of Fine Arts from the American Film Institute and has taught creative writing and screenwriting at the university level.

amazon link (In Paperback today):
http://www.amazon.com/Wuthering-Nights-Retelling-Heights-ebook/dp/B00AG0VMWO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1361918892&sr=1-1&keywords=i.j.+miller+wuthering+nights

Website: http://www.ijmiller.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Heathcliffian

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/ij.miller.5

 

Guest Blogger: A. M. Griffin with Dangerously Mine

 

 

One important tidbit I would like readers to walk away with after reading Dangerously Mine is that there will be other stories to this particular series. When I had the original concept for Dangerously Mine I knew, even before typing a single word, that there would be many sequels to this story. In Dangerously Mine, readers are introduced to the beginning of the end of life as we know it on Earth. We learn how and who invades Earth and we experience one woman’s plight to find her way after a traumatic life-altering event.

In the follow-up (no name as of yet), which is completed, we follow another human’s plight. Kane Epps finds himself as a space pirate after escaping servitude. Eva and Taio make a cameo in this story. You’ll have to wait to find out how and why though (no spoiler alerts here).

Currently, I’m working simultaneously on three more follow-ups to Dangerously Mine. I don’t know why I started them all at the same time, but so far it seems to be working. In the follow-ups, we’ll follow Jess and JB, both characters from the second book and Allysan, Eva’s best friend that we meet in Dangerously Mine.

I hope to have all of the follow-ups completed and out by the end of 2013. I don’t know what 2014 has planned for my characters but I know something big and wonderful!

 

 

Blurb:

After aliens invade and conquer Earth, Eva is transported to a distant slave trading planet. Escape and freedom are her only priority, but none of her martial arts training prepared her for what she faces. She finds herself enslaved to the warrior King Taio. Eva’s drawn to this sexy alien male who ignites her heart and body.

Taio is disgusted with the idea of owning a slave—until now. From the moment he sees her, he knows Eva is his for the taking. Torn between lust and duty, Taio knows nothing will stop him from protecting his little warrior.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

The awful stench coming from her was embarrassing. Eva Smith sniffed under her arms.

Yep, I can raise the dead.

The jeans she had on were faded and torn. She had on a t-shirt with a picture of the cartoon characters Orangey and Purple, taken from a scene of one of their Internet webisodes. Even that was no more than tattered rags now. She could only imagine the cartoon characters saying about her stench, “Gurrl, you stink!”

The whole reason she volunteered for night watch, again, was to get a break from the stench. The smell from fifteen people who hadn’t had a bath in a week was nauseating to say the least.

Eva crouched on a tree branch twenty feet above the forest floor. Years as a martial artist gave her the strength and agility to scale the tree with ease. But now, after hours in the same position, her muscles ached. With one arm hugging the tree for stability, she used the other to punch on the cramp that had formed in her thigh.

She scanned the horizon of clustered trees, looking for camp. Although she couldn’t see them, she knew they were there, hiding beneath the canopied covering of the lush trees. Her constant companion, Allysan, sat in the tree opposite of hers. Ally didn’t dare come closer and even joked that their combined stench would melt the forest surrounding them. Her legs hung underneath her as she hummed Sun and Moon by Duk Duk Goose, her favorite Afro-Punk band from New York. The song was appropriate. Because of the enormous spacecraft in the sky, she had not seen either in a while.

Although this wasn’t Ally’s night to keep watch, she was here to kill the boredom. Eva didn’t mind. She welcomed the company of her new friend, especially tonight. The forest seemed weird. Strange. She couldn’t put her finger on it.

Her senses had been on high alert ever since the aliens came. Her neighbors had been delusional about their arrival. But Eva knew better. While they were busy making “Welcome to Earth” signs, she’d cowered in her barricaded apartment.

Why had they come to Earth? She didn’t have a clue, but she had seen enough sci-fi movies to know this would end badly. These extra-terrestrials didn’t want to “phone home”.

They arrived in shiny metallic spacecrafts that sat low in the sky in every major city around the world. As big as small cities, their crafts blocked the sun, forcing residents to live in perpetual darkness.

In less than a week, they’d leveled countries, toppled governments, disrupted communication and swatted the world’s most powerful super-nations’ military forces down as though they were nothing but pesky flies. All hell broke loose.

Eva had been right, hostile aliens had invaded Earth. Humans weren’t prepared for the fight and were losing the battle. Unfortunately, “I told you so” didn’t seem appropriate.

That had all happened about three months ago. Or had it been two? No matter, she thought, shaking her head. The small pocket-sized calendar had been lost a long time ago. There was something about running from aliens that made a person decide fast what items were important. The calendar, along with her comb, toothbrush and soap, was long gone.

It was easy enough to pull her jet-black hair back into a bun and scrub her teeth with leaves, but there wasn’t an alternative for soap. Yuck. Despite soaking in the stream two miles north of camp just yesterday, Eva still felt the fine film of dirt covering her olive-toned skin.

Besides Ally’s soft humming, the night was quiet, no signs of nightlife, no owls hooting, no raccoons scavenging, not even a bat in the sky.

That was her first clue that things were about to turn ugly.

“Something’s off.” Eva scanned the dark horizon. She, along with the others with her, had fled the cities after the initial attack. No one knew why the aliens invaded Earth. Some speculated they were here to enslave humans—or eat them. At this point, it didn’t matter.

Survival was the key.

Ally straightened her back and focused her gaze on the skies. “Yeah, I feel it too.”

“Go check on everyone. I don’t like this feeling.” Eva felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Ally nodded once, scaled down the tree and ran. Eva watched as Ally bounded through the underbrush until her back disappeared in the darkness. Only then did Eva look back to the blackened sky. Something was definitely up.

A familiar low hum filled the still night. Craft.

Far on the horizon, a small, metallic craft shot through the sky.

“Shit.” She climbed down a few branches.

Too slow.

She scurried faster. Five feet from the ground, she jumped. As her feet hit the dirt and grass, she took off running through the trees to camp, ducking under the low-hanging branches.

As she ran, she could hear her heavy breathing, dried leaves and sticks crunching under her fast-paced feet and the increasingly louder hum of a craft whizzing through the air. It was gaining on her.

“They’re coming! They’re coming! Take cover!” she yelled. Eva prayed her voice would carry over the loud roar of the craft that now followed close behind.

At the whistle of the craft cutting through the wind above her head, she dove into a thicket of high weeds. She buried her face in the dirt and covered her head and ears with her hands. The noise moved past her.

Too close.

Her heart slammed in her chest as she jumped up and sprinted to camp. She couldn’t leave them. If the craft was taking them, she had to try to help anyone she could.

Whiz, boom! The ground shook underneath her feet. Whiz, boom! She skidded to a halt. Dirt and grass flew at her, erupting from the ground.

Whiz, boom! She shielded her face with her hands. The dirt and rocks pelted her, piercing her skin.

Bombs.

The impact deafened her ears. Her hands left her eyes and covered her ringing ears. She watched the confusion unfolding in front of her. Blood, skin and body parts were scattered everywhere. Eva looked in horror as most of those who had, in those short months, become dear friends hung dead from tree limbs. A panicked frenzy consumed the bloody and confused survivors.

Hands grabbed her arms tightly, biting into her flesh, shaking her. Her eyes moved to Ally. Tears ran down her cheeks as her mouth moved. What is she saying? Eva struggled to understand her.

A bright glow of orange light flickered in the corner of her eye. Her head turned in slow motion toward it.

Her eyes finally focused. Fire.

That was enough to snap her out of her stunned daze. “Stick together!” Eva screamed. Panic engulfed those around her. Just as the skittish prey that they were, they spoke all at once, darting in different directions.

“That way!” Eva pointed to the small area free of the rapidly encroaching flames. “Come on!”

Eva made a break for the trees before flames blocked their way. No time to waste. If they stayed where they were, they would surely burn to death. Or worse, get captured. She ran through the small opening with Ally on her heels. She hoped everyone else either heard her command or saw the direction they were heading.

Whiz, boom! Ten feet in front of them, the ground shook. Chunks of dirt flew skyward. Shit! Eva made a hard left. They needed to avoid the flames quickly overtaking the trees and underbrush.

Whiz, boom! Her ears popped, debris pelting her right cheek. Straight, she needed to keep straight. The sounds of her heavy breathing did nothing to block out the screams. Don’t turn around.  Lead them to safety!

Her wild eyes spotting the opening in a clearing in front of her, she skidded and took a hard left. Avoid the clearing. They wouldn’t stand a chance out in the open.

Whiz, boom! Shit. The ground in front of her erupted in a hail of dirt, rocks and grass. The impact knocked her to her back. Without thinking, she scrambled to her feet and ran straight into the clearing.

Damn.

The larger craft sat fifty feet in front of them, metallic and shiny with the square door open and a ramp extending from it to the ground. Immediately, she turned around to go back.

“Turn around! Not this way, turn around!” Everyone behind her trampled into the clearing as she tried to push back the way she had come.

No one heeded her warning. “This is all wrong, we need to get out of here,” she repeated frantically.

They had been herded.

A monstrous alien with green, scaly skin appeared, towering over her. His yellow eyes with reptilian slits rested on the panicked crowd. He opened his mouth, revealing two-inch long, razor-sharp teeth, dripping saliva.

“We are the Loconuist.”

“No!”

 

Enjoy! Griffin

 

 

 

Author Bio:

 

A.M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

 

Now available from Ellora’s Cave – http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10561-dangerously-mine.aspx

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Cover Reveal/Giveaway with J. C. Reed

Surrender Your Love

Release date: March 15th, 2013

Meeting Jett was like lightning. Dangerous. Better left untouched. And better forgotten. But lightning always strikes twice.

 

Brooke Stewart, a realtor in New York, doesn’t do relationships. When she’s sent to a remote estate to finalize a real estate deal, she discovers her new boss is no other than the guy she left naked in bed.

 

Sexy, dangerously handsome, and arrogant Jett Mayfield attracts trouble, and women, like a lightning rod. But the night he meets Brooke he gets more than he bargained for. The green-eyed millionaire playboy isn’t used to taking no for an answer, and he isn’t about to start now.

 

When he proposes two months of no strings sex, Brooke is intrigued and accepts his proposal. Little does she know Jett’s determined to claim the one woman he can’t have, pulling her deeper into his dangerous world.

 

A man who doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

A woman afraid to surrender to love.

Two lives that are about to cross…and secrets laid bare.

 

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Goddess Fish VBT: Cheryl Douglas Talks Nashville Nights

Topic: Nashville Nights

Author: Cheryl Douglas

Book: Shameless

 

The first book in the Nashville Nights series, Shameless, was a book that had been residing in my sub-conscious for years. I’ve always been a huge country music fan, so the plot for the book I was dying to write involved a country music superstar who was down on his luck, had faced personal tragedy, lost the love of his life because of poor choices he’d made, and had to find a way to pick up the pieces of his shattered life or risk losing everything he’d worked so hard to accomplish.

Shameless was supposed to be a single title. I had no idea it would take me on a crazy ride that has literally changed my life. When I wrote the very first word in that book, Prologue, it was like someone had handed me the key to a vault. All of a sudden words started pouring out faster than I could type them, characters began to take on personalities of their own, and one book evolved into seventeen books!

Readers contact me every day to tell me they feel so invested in this series and the characters. They feel as though they know them personally and can’t wait to find out where the next stage of their journey will take them. That’s the most rewarding part of writing a series that spans two generations. Not only do readers get to know the characters, but they are able to re-visit them again in later books. They see who they are as parents, grandparents, and the family connection is almost as important to this series as the romantic relationships.

Is country music the common theme that ties all of these books together? Yes, but I’ve always maintained the genre of music I love so much is about family, faith,  broken relationships, partying, working hard, overcoming struggles, and finding love. I’ve tried to incorporate all of those elements in my books as well. If I had to categorize the books in this series, they are contemporary romance because the love story is the primary focus, but the secondary relationships are almost as important. These books are about siblings, best friends, parents, children, pets, and all of the incredible people who make our own lives complete.

When I gave up my day job to become a full-time writer, I hadn’t written a single word. Crazy? Yes. But I found that fear is a wonderful motivator when it comes to following your dream. Giving up wasn’t an option. I didn’t have a plan ‘B’. I’d given up a successful business as a nutritionist, and if I learned that I didn’t have the talent to succeed as writer, I’d have to start all over and figure out what to do with the rest of my life. It was a daunting prospect, but if I hadn’t taken the chance, the Nashville Nights series would have remained locked away in the deep recesses of my mind forever and I would never have known what it felt like to wake up every day excited to go to work.

I’m often asked how my life has changed since I became a writer. I think I’ve always been a writer, but the Nashville Nights series helped me find my voice. My muse guided me down the right path,  helped me to uncover the characters I’ve since fallen in love with, and gave me the courage to share them with the thousands of readers who have fallen in love with them too.

I’m sure I will go on to write another series. In fact, I’ve already outlined my next series, Texas Titans. The first book will be released in June 2013, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget the book that awakened my passion for writing. When I’m asked which character or book in the series is my favorite, I tell them Shameless is my favorite book and Trey Turner is my favorite character because without him and the out-spoken country singer who inspired his character, I would still be sitting in my office, reviewing client files, and day-dreaming about the day I would become a writer.

 

 

Shameless

by Cheryl Douglas

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

BLURB

Trey Turner may be topping the country music charts, but his life has been going downhill since his wife left him five years ago. He’s desperate to make amends for the mistakes he’s made and convince Sierra their love deserves a second chance.

Sierra Brooks is happy for the first time since her divorce. She has a career she loves, and a man who loves her. Unfortunately, the man she intends to marry isn’t the only one professing his love for her. He may be able to offer her safety and security, but will she decide to risk everything for another chance with the man who broke her heart?

 

Excerpt

 

Prologue

Five Years Earlier

 

The sexy little waitress stretched to offer her neck as Trey Turner prepared to do another body shot at the urging of his inebriated friends. He licked the salt off her neck as he felt a small hand grip his shoulder.

 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

 

He turned to see his wife, Sierra, staring up at him, disgust darkening her bright blue eyes. He heard a few of his friends mutter curses as the crowd broke up and went back to drinking and dancing.

 

“Baby, I was just havin’ a little fun.” His words slurred and he wondered how many body shots he’d had before Sierra intervened.

 

The waitress slid her hand down his chest, hooking a finger through his belt loop. “That was fun. How ‘bout we pick up where we left off later?”

 

Sierra turned away, not waiting for his answer as she began weaving her way through the crowd.

 

“Sierra, baby, wait,” he called, trying to push his way through the throngs of people before she reached the door. He grabbed her wrist just as she was about to cross the threshold. “Wait. Please, don’t go.”

 

“It’s over, I’m done with this shit,” she said, trying to shake loose of his grip.

 

He had more than a foot and a hundred pounds on her. She wasn’t going anywhere until he decided he was ready to let her go, which wouldn’t happen in this lifetime. “What’s that supposed to mean? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

 

“Home to pack.”

 

He felt the room begin to spin out of control. “What did you say?”

 

“I’m leaving you. Our marriage is over.”

 

His grip on her wrist tightened. “No, you can’t leave me.”

 

She pressed a hand to his chest. “It’s been over for a long time. I’m just making it official.”

 

“We’re not having this conversation out here in front of a hundred people,” he said, pulling her through the horde of friends he’d invited to his private party. He opened the door to the small dressing room usually occupied by the nightly entertainment that performed at Jimmy’s bar. “We’ll have some privacy in here.”

 

She was finally able to shake free of his tight grip. “I’ve already said everything I have to say to you.”

 

He gripped her waist. “Don’t do this, Sierra.” He bent to kiss her neck. “I love you, baby. God, I love you so much. I can’t live without you.” He backed her toward the couch as he lowered himself down on top of her.

 

“You’ve been living without me for the past year, Trey. You’ve spent your days on a tour bus and your nights in a stadium or bar.” Her voice broke. “We lost our baby girl and you don’t seem to care.”

 

“Don’t say that,” he whispered furiously. “Don’t ever say that I didn’t care about Callie. I loved her, Sierra. It damn near killed me when we lost her.”

 

She glared at him. “Really? Is that why you boarded that goddamn tour bus a week after her funeral?”

 

“I’m a musician; it’s what I do.” He knew the excuse was weak. Sierra was right. He’d been trying to run away from his grief and sadness instead of staying at home where he belonged, supporting his wife.

 

She shook her head, looking defeated. “It’s what you do—it’s who you are. Trey Turner, country music’s award-winning, platinum-selling mega-star. What about my husband? Callie’s father? Where is he?”

 

He closed his eyes, feeling disgusted with himself for letting her down again. “Baby, I’m sorry. Look, I know I’ve made mistakes, but let me make it up to you, okay?” His hand eased up her shirt to cup her breast.

 

Her head rolled back and she closed her eyes. “No, we can’t do this. It won’t fix the problem.” Making love to her may not solve all of their problems, but it would buy him some time to figure out a way to convince her to give him and their marriage another chance. “Just relax,” he whispered, licking her neck.

 

“Hmm, that feels so good.” She wrapped her denim-clad leg around his. “But then you had lots of practice with your girlfriend right before I got here, didn’t you?”

 

He cursed himself for indulging in the adolescent drinking game and giving his wife reason to question his fidelity yet again. “Sweetheart,” he whispered, flipping the button on her jeans. “You’re the only one I want; you know that.”

 

She squeezed her eyes shut as she shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

 

He hated that he had given her reason to doubt herself, to doubt them. “Let me prove it to you, then.”

 

His tongue traced the soft fullness of her lips until she finally parted for him. He groaned, taking her mouth with a savage intensity. His mind raced; fear warring with panic as he realized this may be the last time they made love, the last time he had the right to touch her.

 

 

AUTHOR Bio and Links

 

Cheryl began her professional career as a nutritionist, but her love of books started at an early age. She studied writing for many years before she decided to pursue her passion as a full-time career. After receiving constructive criticism from several well-known authors, Cheryl finally had the confidence to write her first romance novel.

The first book in the Nashville Nights series, Shameless, was a book that had been dwelling in Cheryl’s subconscious for years. For her, the surprise came when the manuscript began taking on a life of it’s own. Characters came to life, secondary characters became more prominent, outlines were forgotten, and a single title evolved into an eight book series, and another eight book spin-off series entitled Nashville Nights, Next Generation.

One word would aptly describe Cheryl: workaholic. She lives and breathes her writing, when she’s sleeping, watching TV, driving, reading… it’s always in the periphery of her mind. Her imagination rarely takes a holiday, even when she escapes to a sandy beach with her husband and son, she’s planning, plotting, outlining, and daydreaming.

Cheryl feels blessed to be able to get up every day and do something she loves. The thousands of fans who have embraced the Nashville Nights have made that possible. She writes for the readers who ask for more, she writes to satisfy the muse residing inside of her, but most of all, she writes because she couldn’t imagine doing anything else with her life. It took her thirty-seven years to decide what she wanted to be when she grew up, but now that she knows, she’s convinced she’s found her purpose.

 

Book Information

 

Book Title: Shameless (Book One, Nashville Nights)

Book Genre: Contemporary Romance

Book Publisher: Self published (Douglas Publishing)

Release Date: Currently Available

Buy Links

Amazon Buy Link for Shameless:

Shameless (Nashville Nights – Book One)

 

Barnes and Noble Buy Link for Shameless:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shameless-cheryl-douglas/1109801559?ean=2940033098941

 

All Romance Ebooks Buy Link for Shameless:

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-shameless-749624-149.html

 

Other Links

 

Website:

http://www.cheryldouglasbooks.com

 

Facebook:

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Cheryl will be awarding: two(2) – $20 Amazon Gift Cards to randomly drawn commenters during the tour, and one(1) – $20 Gift Card to a randomly drawn host. Also, Cheryl will be awarding ten(10) trading card/cover flat packs to randomly drawn commenters during the tour (US/Canada), ten (10)digital books from the Nashville Nights series (winner’s choice) to randomly drawn commenters during the tour and two(2) Swarovski crystal necklaces to randomly drawn commenters during the tour (US/Canada). Follow Cheryl’s tour and comment. The more comments you make, the better your chances of winning.  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/10/virtual-book-tour-shameless-by-cheryl.html 

Goddess Fish VBT: Accidental Sex Goddess by Lexi Ryan

Accidental Sex Goddess

by Lexi Ryan

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BLURB:

 

Promotions director Reese Regan isn’t a sex goddess and doesn’t want to be. But the job of her dreams requires enrollment in the renowned Sex Goddess 101. To avoid a trip to the unemployment line, Reese must pass the program and become Chicago’s next seductress—or at least fake it convincingly. Her best friend, the ruggedly sexy contractor Ben Hawk, helps her “fake” her way through the program, and the heat between them flares. When trust is broken and secrets are revealed, it appears they’ve traded years-long friendship for temporary passion. Will faking something so important cost them their chance at something real?

 

Excerpt:

Ben stifled a grin. “Please tell me she’s making you burn your bras.” He signaled to the door with his thumb. “I think I have some lighter fluid at the house.”

“What? Of course she’s not.” She scowled. “Cripes. I hope not.”

Ben’s eyes dropped south for a second. “You know, bras are a sign of repression.”

She rolled her eyes. “Stop being a dork, and read the letter.”

Ben frowned. “You’re taking this program more seriously than I thought you would.”

Reese snorted. “No, I’ve just gotten really good at faking it.”

“The new outfit doesn’t look fake. Or the makeup.” He crossed his arms, realizing what had been bothering him since she walked in the door. “I thought you hated contacts. Where are your glasses?”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Just read it.”

Say goodbye to your panties. For the next week, you’ll be going commando, forcing your mind to acknowledge the parts of your body too often left as an afterthought.

He grunted. “No wonder my guys want their wives to sign up.”

“Spoken like a true male. Foregoing underwear isn’t sexy, it’s…it’s…unsanitary.”

He shook his head. “It’s sexy.”

“What if I’m doing yard work?”

“Sexy.”

She crossed her arms. “Or I’m working out?”

“Still sexy.”

Reese leaned forward. “Or want to wear a skirt?”

Ben narrowed his eyes. “Now you’re just tormenting me.”

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Lexi is awarding a “pamper your inner sex goddess” gift basket (bath products, books from her backlist and candles – US ONLY) to one randomly drawn commenter, and a $25 Amazon or B&N gift card, winner’s choice, to another randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

 

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Author of both contemporary and paranormal romance, Lexi Ryan writes smart, spunky stories that sizzle. She enjoys reading, sunshine, a good glass of wine, and rare trips to the beach with her husband and children.

Lexi lives in Indiana where she divides her time between her family, her writing, and her job as an English professor. You can find her at her website: lexiryan.com

 

Contact Links:

Website: http://lexiryan.com

Blog: lexiryan.blogspot.com

Facebook: facebook.com/lexiryan

Twitter: @writerlexiryan

E-mail: writerlexiryan@gmail.com

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Spotlight on: Say Yes by Regina Carlysle

Say Yes

Regina Carlysle

 

 

“I’ll make you famous.”

She’d spoken the words, clicked off a few pictures and then scampered off toward the rodeo arena leaving him more than a little dizzy with lust. J.D. Stone, owner of the Stone’s Throw ranch is in town for business but the sassy woman has him thinking of planting his boots under her bed. Luckily for him, the pretty Melissa Bell is staying at the same hotel!

At first, J.D. Stone looked like a ghost from her past but those long-ago imagines quickly disappear with the first touch of this sexy cowboy’s hands on her sex-starved body. The epitome of a man of the old-west, hard and strong, J.D. is everything she has ever wanted in a man but will a misunderstanding have him turning tail and running with the dawn? Not if she can help it.

 

Book Information:

Genre – Erotica

Length – 10k (approximately 25 pages)

Series – 1 Night Stand from Decadent Publishing

 

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“I’ll make you famous.”

She’d lowered her camera after clicking off a series of shots, tossed a long, honey-blonde braid over her shoulder, and winked. A press pass swung from a lanyard around her neck and though things had happened too fast to catch her name, he knew she was a photographer. Tall, leggy, Miz Sexy-thang gave him one quick up and down look that had things tightening behind the fly of his jeans and before he could ask her name, she took off. Quicker than a jackrabbit, she’d trotted down the stadium steps, jumped onto the metal railing surrounding the arena, and done a mean balancing act as she clicked off shots of a bull rider from Hobbs, New Mexico.

But J.D. wouldn’t  let her scamper away this time. Unable to look away, he noted the curve of her lips as she sipped that chocolate stuff from a long-stemmed glass, her  eyes closed in obvious pleasure. She wore her hair down  and it hung straight and silky to just past her shoulders. Damn, she had a pretty, pretty face. From what he recalled the rest of her was downright mouthwatering too. Lush breasts pressed against a silky black tee and he suddenly had the wild urge to fill his palms with that soft flesh.

Signaling Luke, he ordered up a glass of that chocolate wine, grabbed his beer, and then made a beeline to her. J.D. noted the widening of eyes the color of Texas Bluebonnets as he set the drink on the table and tipped the brim of his black Stetson. “Ma’am. Looked to me like you were enjoying that wine so much, I took the liberty of getting you another.” He smiled at her. Somebody had once told him he was too damn big and intimidating so he made the extra effort to put her at ease. J.D. wanted to get acquainted, not scare her to death.

The way she’d gotten up close and personal with the biggest, most enraged bull on the planet didn’t mark her as a coward, though. He liked and admired her already. There was just something about a fearless woman that heated his blood and had him conjuring visions of hot, sweaty, pulse-pounding sex.

She blinked at the drink then looked up, a slow smile blooming on her face. Her eyes crinkled at the corners. “Oh my. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get on my good side, cowboy.”

“And do you have a bad side?”

The sassy thing took a sip of her fresh drink, hummed a little then grinned. “I’ll never tell. At least not until we get acquainted. . Care to join me?”

Sinner, Savior releases today!

In Brooklyn, they go hard.

It’s release day for Sinner, Savior!

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Book two in the Brooklyn Sinners series.

Sinner or Savior? Each man has a choice to make. It should be simple. It never is.

Gun runner Pablo Castillo has cemented his reputation in the gun trade as callous and cold-hearted. Personal feelings no longer matter, not with everyone out to make him a sacrifice on their way to the top. He remains untouchable, until a meeting with a rival gang leader and a new deal brings him face-to-face with temptation.

Dev is the right hand to a sadistic bastard out for blood and glory. He hides his true feelings of distaste for his boss, not the least of his many secrets. He could’ve sworn those secrets were safe, but after meeting Pablo he’s not so sure. The two men come together in a heated affair neither can deny, battling themselves, each other and a deadly enemy bent on spilling blood. Pablo and Dev will have to stick together or walk away from a love neither man expected to find. The choice should be simple. It never is.

Reader Advisory: Contains brief scenes of gang-related violence.

A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Ellora’s Cave | Chapter One

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A soft laugh echoed in the enclosed space, rich and husky, startling the hairs on Dev’s arms and nape upright. Fucking man’s laugh had his cock throbbing. He didn’t usually go for men like Pablo Castillo, but everything was all fucked up. On the verge of dying and his body was betraying him. Lusting after a straight man with a sadistic streak.

So not cool.

Castillo moved, the thick air parted and Dev didn’t budge. Didn’t open his eyes. Soft footfalls neared him, rough fingers gripped his nape and he snapped his eyes open, breath leaving him in a rush.

Pablo Castillo stared down at him, nose inches away, breath heating his jaw. “I’d never make it that easy for you. Or predictable.” The corners of his mouth tipped up, hard heat flooding his eyes.

Dev’s stomach dipped. He held his breath, refusing to breathe. Or blink. That couldn’t be…he didn’t just see what he thought he did in Castillo’s dark eyes.

“My bullets never announce themselves, Dev.” Castillo’s attention dropped to Dev’s mouth. “You’ll live, for now.” He moved away, sat back down, and eyed Dev like an experiment.

How the hell did he find himself in this kind of shit? Dev’s cock ached, his zipper bruising. He wanted to shift, reposition himself for comfort, but that would draw Castillo’s attention.

Jesus.

He did not see want in those deep, dark eyes.

He did not see lust.

Nor attraction.

Right?

All he wanted was to pick up a damn cache of weapons, instead here he sat, handcuffed and in dire need of a hand job. Not that he’d be letting his guard down, not for a second. He didn’t trust Castillo.

Which made wanting him all the more fucked.

“Who’s your boss’s new client?” Castillo asked. His tone was subdued yet controlled. “The one preparing for Armageddon with all those weapons.”

Dev blinked, blanking his features. He cleared his mind, silently ordering his body to behave. “No idea.”

“See, I think you do know.” Castillo stroked the barrel of his gun with two fingers and Dev couldn’t tear his gaze away from that caress.

He felt that touch down his spine. Soft yet harsh.

God. A sound gurgled in his throat and Castillo’s gaze snapped to his, locking in. Darkening and leaving no doubts as to his thoughts.

Dev swallowed. Remember your plans. Remember the game.

“York tried to kill me twice, did you know that?”

Dev watched Castillo’s lips move, their words not registering until a few heartbeats later. “He must have had his reasons.”

“Don’t they all?”

He swore he saw mirth in Castillo’s eyes.

This was turning out nowhere near how he expected. For one, all the things he’d known about Castillo, all he’d read about the man, not once had he heard he was into men. And wouldn’t you know, Dev had to find out firsthand just how dangerous Juan Pablo Castillo really was.

“I’ve been looking for a man,” Castillo said.

Dev widened his gaze. Looking for a man?

“I think he’s York’s client and I want to know his name.” He dropped to his knees, moving until he sat back on his haunches in front of Dev. His scent, subtle but engaging, reached Dev’s nose.

And his groin.

Castillo put the gun next to his feet and held up a small silver key, then circled Dev’s wrists.

Heat everywhere.

Dev bit the inside of his cheek, tasting blood as he stared at Castillo’s bent head. The man removed the handcuffs and placed them on the floor. Dev massaged his wrists, rotating them slowly.

The pad of one of Castillo’s fingers slid over his skin, rough and welcomed. Dev allowed it for a moment then shifted away. Let’s not forget who you are and who he is.

Castillo gripped his hand, hard fingers tight and bruising. “I want the name of that client, Dev. And you’ll give it to me.”

I’ll give it to you, all right. Shit. Head. Game, his disciplined inner self barked.

“Why would I do that?” he asked.

Castillo’s eyes narrowed. “Because I’m allowing you to live. I’m taking pity on your fucking life and giving you permission to live another day.”

Oh this motherfucker is out of his mind. Dev kicked out, catching Castillo in the middle of his chest with the toe of his boot. The gun skidded across the floor as the other man dropped backward and Dev launched himself on top of him. They toppled onto the floor, grappling, Castillo swinging punches, Dev dodging them as he grabbed Castillo by the throat.

A blow landed on his side and Dev sucked in a breath but he tightened his hold on Castillo. The other man’s eyes promised death, nothing Dev didn’t already know. If he was dying tonight, he was going to taste that bastard.

He pressed his lower half into Castillo. There’d be no mistaking his erection against his zipper.

Castillo stopped moving, the pulse under Dev’s hold beating wildly.

“I don’t want your fucking pity,” Dev rasped. Those eyes darkened, pupils dilated and he dipped his head, lips hovering over Castillo’s. “I want what you want, only you’re not man enough to ask.”

“You have to the count of three to get off me.” Even as he arched his back, hard-on brushing Dev’s thigh, Dev’s arm across his throat, Castillo’s voice remained passive, his face relaxed. Only his eyes spoke of danger and the promise of rough sex.

Dev brushed his mouth across Castillo’s lips. “Three.”

Castillo’s lips parted and Dev dove in, plunging deep, groaning at the taste of heat and cinnamon spice. Castillo widened his thighs, fingers digging into Dev’s hip. Dev bucked, grinding on Castillo’s impressive bulge as their teeth banged and tongues lashed against each other.

The unpredictable bastard was blowing his mind, writhing on him, making him itch and shudder. It’d been too damn long since he had this, another man under him, between his thighs, melting on his tongue.

Dumb luck to find what he needed in one as dangerous and totally off-limits as Juan Pablo Castillo.

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About Breathless Press

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Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.

Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.

Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.

Our Goal?

Breathless Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance, releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of downloadable formats. It is Breathless Press’ mission to provide readers with quality romance books in electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.

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Bad Moon Rising by DC Juris

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Blurb:

Bryce finds himself smack in a zombie apocalypse, and meets the man of his dreams along the way.

Bryce never expected to find himself smack in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, and he certainly never expected to meet the man of his dreams along the way. But there’s more than zombies in the way of his happily ever after. Richard comes with baggage, in the form of his on again, off again bipolar lover Cole, who is off his meds and descending into his own mental hell at an alarming rate. Will the three men be able to work out their romantic feelings? Oh yeah…and then there’s that little issue of the zombies…

Excerpt:

I jerked awake to the sound of glass shattering. A quick glance around told me it wasn’t our window, but something outside, nearby. Fuck! The car! I jumped up but Richard caught my arm and yanked me down next to him.

“Stay down!”

“What’s going on?” I whispered.

“Looters,” Cole revealed. “They’re going up and down the street, searching cars.”

Well, at least they wouldn’t steal it, since we had the keys, and the chances of them sticking around to do any real damage to it seemed pretty slim, too. All we had to do was wait it out, and they’d go away.

Dolly stood and paced to the door, walking back and forth in front of it like she was on guard duty.

On the street, yelling broke out, and gunshots echoed in the night.

Richard cursed.

Our visitors had apparently been discovered. Shouts of run and look out descended into just inarticulate screaming and then the unthinkable: Dolly started barking.

Cole lunged for her, but the damage had already been done. The people outside started banging on our door, pleading to be let in.

“What do we do?” I looked to Richard, who was shaking his head.

“Nothing.”

“But if we don’t let them in, they’ll be infected,” I argued. Those were people outside—we had to help them. What if the roles were reversed? What if that had been me outside?

“And if we do let them in, we’ll be infected.” He reached for one of our backpacks and started shoving things inside. “We can’t stay here. Cole, shut that damned mutt up!”

“I’m trying!” Cole struggled with Dolly, trying to get her calmed down and quiet.

Richard shoved a bag at me, hitting me square in the chest and bringing me back to reality. “Pack light. We’ll be walking.”

“The car—”

“Is compromised. We’ll never get near it. Hurry up. Cole!”

Cole scrambled back to us, dragging Dolly behind him.

Outside the shouting and banging intensified. Someone must’ve gotten smart, because a brick came careening through an exposed part of the door glass near the top. It sailed through the air, barely missing Richard’s head.

“Time to go!” Richard shoved Cole toward the back door. “Bryce, help me with the boards!”

I grabbed up a discarded hammer and handed it over to him while I fished in my bag for the crowbar I’d brought. We struggled with the boards, hacking and pulling. Richards face turned red with his exertion, and I felt the warmth of my own efforts spreading out from my arm muscles, making my chest tight and painful.

“Hurry up, guys!” Cole shouted.

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Choices by Em Woods

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Blurb:

When a rodeo clown, a small town veterinarian and his assistant form a complicated trio, they find it’s their choices that determine who finds love.

When rodeo clown Brandt Collins is forced into retirement by an injury in the arena, he heads to long-time friend Kaden Slater’s hometown to settle down. As far as he’s concerned if that old flame ignites into a wildfire, then all the better.

Kaden is glad to see Brandt, but a little complication in the form of Kaden’s new assistant, Mike, throws a wrench in all their plans. Sexy, smart and young, Mike wants Kaden more than he wants his next breath.

Soon, misunderstandings and the past conspire to tear the trio apart before they’ve even begun. And now it’s their choices that will determine who finds love – and who doesn’t.

Excerpt:

Standing on Sissy Andrews’s snow-covered porch on New Year’s Eve, Brandt Collins rubbed a gloved hand over the ache in his hip and then winced at the twinge in his rib cage.

For the millionth time, he cursed the horn that had speared his leg a year ago and the bastards who’d pinned him down for a good old-fashioned butt-kicking. That was two weeks ago, but his body still hurt. If he’d been even a little younger than his thirty-five years, he could have come back from injuries like that. Granted, his hip only bothered him in the cold, but still, he wasn’t quick enough to outrun the bulls.

If nothing else, a rodeo clown had to be agile.

Through the door, he could hear Elvis music and laughter. More of both than he cared to be around tonight. Brandt had just talked himself into heading back to his barren ranch house when the door swung open and a petite blonde launched into his arms.

Despite the pain, Brandt whooped and spun her around. “Damn, girl. It’s good to see you too.”

Sissy threw her head back and laughed as she squeezed him tighter. “You made it!”

“Calm down, Sissy, or you’ll knock him clean off the porch.” That voice, deep and husky, settled over Brandt like a thick blanket. His insides warmed, and all the aches and pains faded.

“She’s all right, Kaden.” Brandt dropped his squirming package to her feet.

“Sorry!” She ruined the apology by hopping in place and clapping her hands together. “Come on, it’s almost midnight. I thought you were gonna bail on me and make me come and find you. Of course, I would have just sent my brother.” She waved a hand toward Kaden before she pulled them inside her small home and closed the door.

Brandt took his time removing his coat and gloves, using the moment of distraction to look his fill at the younger man. This was the first time he’d seen his friend since last winter, when Brandt had been laid up injured. Kaden’s coal-black hair and meadow-green eyes melted Brandt’s heart while his solid build and masculinity hardened Brandt’s cock.

He pulled in a deep breath to settle his nerves. Brandt reminded himself there was no guarantee Kaden was still interested in him. From the moment they’d made their choices all those years ago, Kaden had remained a solid friend—and nothing more. No lingering glances. No accidental touches. Kaden had always wished him well and sent him off with a large thermos of black coffee when he had to head back to the rodeo. Not once had he asked Brandt to stay.

Not that he could blame Kaden. Brandt had been hot on the trail of the nearest rodeo, and Kaden was vet school bound. They had been too stubborn to compromise. Brandt was afraid they might still be.

Brandt smiled and waved at people as they called out to him, but he didn’t linger. Hell, he needed a drink. Spotting a large silver keg perched on the kitchen counter beside a collection of liquor, juices, and soda, Brandt made his way across the room, followed closely by Kaden. He pulled a plastic cup from the stack beside the beer, but Kaden snatched it from his hand.

“You still on those meds?”

Damn him for remembering. Brandt glared at Kaden and picked up another cup, holding it out to the sheriff, who guarded the alcohol. “Not your business.”

A slight lift of dark eyebrows was the only indication that Brandt’s snide comment had hit home. Kaden stared at him for a moment, then dropped the spare cup onto the counter and walked away.

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Make Mine to Go by Dilo Keith

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Blurb:

Justin can usually satisfy Toby’s diverse erotic desires, but when Toby craves something only another man can provide, will this test the limits of Justin’s love?

One key to the success of Justin and Toby’s marriage is plenty of sexual variety, sometimes with other men they meet at the local BDSM club. While Toby assumes the submissive role in their power exchanges, it’s more often Justin who generously caters to Toby’s erotic appetites. Toby’s interest in flirting with a salesman should be trivial in comparison to his other desires. Instead, it sends both men down uncomfortable paths.

Toby manages to assure Justin that it was harmless fun, or so it seems at first. More troubling than Justin being unconvinced is that Toby doesn’t entirely believe his own story. When Toby finally figures out he wants something only another man can give him, he knows it won’t be easy to tell Justin. More importantly, is realizing a fantasy– even an exceptionally compelling one — worth the risk?

Excerpt:

They joined my wrists behind me with a simple clip. Bound, blindfolded, and kneeling, I awaited my next orders. They whispered to each other. The bed dipped, and I could tell by the sound of a zipper Paul went for his toy bag on the floor. Justin was doing something too. My desire to know warred with the thrill of erotic darkness.

“Suck me,” Justin said.

If he expected me to remove his jock without my hands, it wouldn’t be quick. I hoped he remembered I felt foolish the last time we tried that. Thankfully, he’d just done it himself. I lapped at the trickle of pre-cum I found on his magnificent cock. Apparently uninterested in my reverent attitude, Justin pulled me down, leaving me with my face in his pubes as my main support, his cock nearly gagging me at first.

Justin lifted my head with fingers tangled in my hair. That’s such a turn-on. I keep it long enough to allow a good handful. “Having a little trouble, Toby?”

“Just enough, sir.”

“Slut.” He pulled me back down and kept his hands on my neck, more for symbolism than instruction.

Paul smacked my upturned ass, slowly at first. It warmed and tingled under his masterful care. At some point he switched from bare hands to a fingerless glove that had studs or something, but not sharp like vampire gloves. The combined sensations of leather, studs, and bare fingers made it difficult to focus on Justin’s cock. That divine balance of pleasure and pain could transport me to subspace if I weren’t trying to do a decent job. Despite my best efforts, I lost my rhythm a few times.

“Pay attention, boy. You’ve gotta work for it,” Justin said with his typical “amused Dom” tone, the friendly taunt that showed he got off on my predicament.

Meanwhile, in contrast to the delight of the sensuous spanking, my unattended boner was threatening to become painful. I probed the surrounding space, not expecting to find relief, but I had to try.

“And no coming without permission,” Paul reminded me. He gave me a few hard swats.

Despite these distractions, I soon had Justin moaning and grasping my hair. I anticipated my creamy reward for a blowjob well done.

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Willow by Lee Brazil

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Blurb:

Making decisions is sometimes difficult for Willow Shaw, but loving Cade Lawson comes easily. Too bad Cade regards him as too young to know his own mind.

As a favor for an old friend, cop Cade Lawson is keeping a watchful eye on his young neighbor, Willow Shaw. He’d thought that would involve some hanging out, watching movies and heart-to-heart talks on college life.

But the Will who moved into his apartment building wasn’t the same little boy who’d worshipped his father’s friend. No, this Willow is rowdy, defiant, challenging, and alluring. He stirs feelings that Cade is uncomfortable with.

Cade might be uncomfortable, but Willow Shaw is desperate. He’s had a crush on Cade for years, and he’d hoped it would fade away one day. Hiding his growing feelings is his top priority, even if it means acting like a prick, because there is absolutely no way a man like Cade—strong, decisive, handsome, and experienced—is going to be attracted to him.

Excerpt:

“Your dad asked me to keep an eye on you, Will. That’s not something I take lightly.” Look, not lust. The reminder was timely. When Matt Shaw had requested the favor, Cade had pictured himself and Will watching action movies, hanging out and having fun, much as they had when the kid was younger. Reality had been far different.

Will snorted. “Right. I forgot. Well, I was seventeen then, and maybe he had some excuse, but I’m not a kid anymore. It’s been eighteen months of fun with you peering over my shoulder, but I’m nineteen now and I don’t need you looking out for me anymore.”

Cade reached out a hand to clasp Will’s slender shoulder, but the young man flinched back, almost hiding behind the door. He shook off his disappointment. Will just didn’t like him anymore; he had to get over the loss of affection. “You’re still young, Will, and since your Dad can’t be here to guide you, he asked me to keep an eye on you because he loves you.”

“Yeah. He fucking loves me so much, where is he?”

Sadly, Cade shook his head. He clenched his fist around his keys in frustration. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this argument, and probably wouldn’t be the last. “He’s working a lot of extra hours to pay for your college fees.”

“Tell me, Cade, when’s the last time you spoke to my dad?”

Guilty heat burned his neck. He’d spoken to Matt Shaw just yesterday. The man called regularly. Cade considered him a good friend. “Will, your dad and I have been friends a long time. We speak frequently, and it’s not always about you, huh?”

“Figures. You know when I spoke to him last? I can’t remember. It’s my nineteenth birthday, today, Cade. This is my party. You’d think he could call today, wouldn’t you?”

Damn Matt Shaw. Helplessly, Cade shrugged. “Happy Birthday, Will. I’m sorry to disrupt your party, but I’ve had a long night and I have to work in the morning. I just need peace and quiet and sleep.”

Footsteps in the gravel behind him drew Will’s eye and he smirked knowingly at Cade. “Here’s your boyfriend. Looks like your long night isn’t over yet. Keep the noise down, you two. I have an exam in the morning and…” He leaned forward confidingly. “You may not realize this, but you’re fucking loud when you fuck, dude.”

 

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Sugar and Spice by Kristin Beairsto ~ CBLS Barrage

Sugar & Spice

by Kristen Beairsto

Self-Published

Contemporary Romance

Heat Level: Steamy

Length: 122 pages

Available at:

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Blurb:

Sugar and spice makes everything nice, but mixing business and pleasure can come with a price . . .

Francis Stevens – Frankie to her friends – has declared herself permanently single after a couple of monumentally disastrous relationships.  And she doesn’t mind at all.  Between the international expansion of the lingerie catalog company she runs with her friends, labor strikes, and her regular work load, she has little time for love or a relationship.

But Royce Weston has other ideas.  After his family accuses him of becoming a workaholic, a chance encounter with Frankie at a night club has his mind on things other than business.  As luck would have it, Royce winds up the executive assigned to work with Frankie and her lingerie company when she partners with his family’s investment firm to fund her expansion.

Despite Frankie’s outward appearance of confidence and swagger, insecurities rear up and cause her to over compensate and drive harder for what she wants.  Doubts weigh her down and with Royce watching her every move, she fights to keep her businesswoman’s façade firmly in place.  But while Frankie tries her best to keep her mind on business, she can’t ignore the way Royce’s touch makes her feel or the fact that he makes it clear he’s interested in more than just a business relationship.  When all of her defense mechanisms fail to keep him at arm’s length, Frankie finds herself wondering: is it possible to mix business and pleasure?

Excerpt:

“Any chance you’d leave the catalog to come have dinner with me?”

Frankie froze.  Was he asking her out?  She shook her head, reminding herself it didn’t matter.

Frankie dropped her pencil and sat back in her chair to stretch for a moment, “Sorry, I can’t.  I need to get this done as soon as possible.  Wisconsin really set me back.”  She tried to stomp down her regret.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.”

Whipping around, Frankie stared disbelieving at the sight of Royce standing in the doorway leading to her office.  Looking much the same the night he showed up at her apartment with dark hair mussed, suit jacket slung over his arm, tie undone hanging around his neck, and his briefcase in his hand along with a brown paper bag.  In his free hand, he held his BlackBerry to his ear.

The corner of his mouth curving upward, he took the phone from his ear and turned it off without taking his eyes off her.

“How did you get in?” Frankie finally asked when she found her voice again.

Arching a brow, Royce pointed to the cell phone she still held to her ear.

Turning her head, Frankie looked blankly at the phone as though she didn’t know how it got there.  With an embarrassed blush rushing up her cheeks, she rolled her eyes at herself and turned the phone off.

Royce strolled into the room, “You forget, Weston, Inc. owns this building, which means I have access to a key,” he set his briefcase and the bag of food on the table beside her layouts, “but we can’t talk because we have to dance.”

Totally bewildered, Frankie just stared at him, “Huh?”

Coming around behind her chair, Royce pulled it out from under the table, “My mother was born and raised in Vegas.  If there’s one thing she taught me, other than never talk to strangers and always brush my teeth …” he informed her as he pulled Frankie to her feet, her shock at his sudden appearance and his announcement made it easy.

Taking her hand in his, he moved her other hand to his shoulder and his free hand took up a firm position at the small of her back.  He pulled her so close she felt the heat of his body envelop her, “You never let a beautiful woman sit while she listened to Ol’ Blue Eyes.  Frank’s songs were made for dancing.”

As Fly With Me began, Frankie had the vague sensation of her feet moving in step as Royce led her in time with the melody.

“I should warn you, I’ve broken toes before,” she tried for a light tone.  She found herself having a hard time breathing.  Had the room been this warm all night?

With the same lopsided grin, “I think I’ll take my chances,” he informed her right before moving her into an unexpected turn.

Almost losing her balance, Royce caught her just before she lost her footing, causing her to laugh as she fell back in step with him.  She couldn’t help but enjoy herself.  When he moved for another turn, she stood ready for him, laughing smugly, ridiculously proud of herself.

“Not bad,” he gave an approving nod.

“Maybe for an empty office, but not exactly ballroom material,” she joked.

The song ended and flowed into Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered so quickly, Frankie didn’t even notice when Royce slowed their movements considerably.

Smiling at him, Frankie relished the feel of his arms firmly around her for a moment, “You’re very good at this.”

Royce grinned, “It’s one of the main attractions on my resume.  My mother thinks it’s romantic to be able to dance this way, while my father only knows how to dance this way.  When they started dragging me to their friends’ parties, I didn’t have a choice but to learn.”

“Well, you’re still very good.  And I agree with your mother, it is romantic,” she chuckled.

When they actually stopped moving, Frankie didn’t know.  But she soon realized they stood still, his fierce sapphire gaze locked with hers.  She ordered herself to break the contact to look anywhere else but into his eyes, but she couldn’t.

He leaned slightly downward towards her, “Maybe Mom was right,” he whispered, his head descending the rest of the way.

About the Author:

In between her to-be-read pile and trying to bring the characters in her head alive, Kristen spends as much time as she can with family and friends.  Much to her husband’s dismay, she enjoys collecting purses, shoes, and jewelry.  During those rare times she’s not working at her day job, rushing her daughters somewhere, watching movies with her husband, and trying to meet a deadline, she can usually be found energetically cheering for one of her favorite New York sports teams.

As with just about every other writer on the planet, Kristen grew up an avid reader.  She started with young adult before she technically hit the age range and moved on to sci-fi classics by Isaac Asimov and Ray Bradbury.  At fifteen, her best friend gave her a book she just had to read! The book was Honest Illusions by Nora Roberts.  Always a sucker for a happy ending, she was a goner and fell in love with the romance genre.  Having started writing novel length stories at the age of eleven, Kristen’s stories all took a romantic turn from that point on.

Visit Kristen online at:

Email – kristen.beairsto@yahoo.com

Website – http://www.KristenBeairsto.com

Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/AuthorKristenBeairsto

Twitter – https://twitter.com/#!/AuthorKBeairsto

 

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