Aug 29, 2014

The Good Sister Audio Book by London Saint James







The Good Sister: Part One

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Written by: London Saint James

Narrated by: Kitty Barclay

Length: 10 hrs and 8 mins



Trinity Lane Winslow feared everything and lived her life vicariously through others. She dreamed of the impossible, yearning to be the kind of woman men desired—especially Reid Addison.



Reid Addison feared nothing, except how the mousey little blonde daughter of his housekeeper made him feel. Even though Trinity Winslow wasn’t his type, there was something intriguing about her.



Lord Ashton Archer lived a fairy tale life with property all over the world, was heir to a ducal dynasty, and had women fawning all over him. Anything a man could want, he obtained by the snap of his fingers.



By a twist of fate the three of them find their way into the same illicit world of the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau. But will they find what each of them truly desires? Or will they always long for the forbidden?



Note: The Good Sister: Part One is a 2-book series. It is best read/listened to in order.





~Audio Excerpt~










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~About the Author~

London wrote her first short story in the second grade. Her teacher informed her parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned. Without watering that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a while. At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled her imagination off that shelf, and wrote her second short story. To no surprise, it was a love story inspired by a song. Then as life does, it moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for a while. She needed to do the “sensible thing.”



The sensible thing earned London a degree in Psychology, but while in college she traversed into writing once more, and was encouraged by a couple of professors to pursue that endeavor. She took on the world of written word, and has never looked back.



London writes erotic romance from sweet to downright naughty. She is an author for Evernight Publishing, a member of the Romance Writers of America, and a member of Passionate Ink.


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~Giveaway~



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Aug 28, 2014

The Overlord's Heir by Michelle Howard






Genre: Scifi Romance



With his enemy defeated and order re-established, Vaan plans to enjoy his life with his Raasa mate. Mikayla’s upcoming birth makes his heart sing with joy.



Mikayla prepares for the birth of her first youngling with her Overlord mate. This should be a happy time but Vaan must return to Kaban and reassure his people that he yet lives.



There are still those not pleased at the turn of events with Thenl’s downfall and seek to destroy what the Overlord has built. Will Vaan and Mikayla finally be able to relax or will trouble continue to follow them?



~Excerpt~ 



When Balal returned to the lower level, Vaan cornered him. “How is she?”



His Warlord hesitated and then answered. “Hurt.”



Kavan came up behind him. “She is not pleased you kept this from her.”



Vaan knew that and accepted his actions. “Mikayla would have worried needlessly. I fear carrying our youngling has her judgment absent.”



Kavan folded his arms over his bare chest. “You should confine her to her bed while you are gone.”



Vaan felt a grin tug at his lips. Kavan and Mikayla had come to a mutual agreement between them that neither would discuss with him but Kavan often argued that Mikayla should settle into her role as mate. “You would have her angrier at me before I leave, yes?”



His Warlord cracked a small smile. “It would make watching her easier for Balal and I.”



Vaan grunted. Nothing involving his mate was easy. “Mikayla is not a Kabanian woman. Best we all accept and remember this then move forward.” He faced Balal. Mikayla’s favorite among his Warlords. “You will not allow her to endanger herself.”



“As you command, Overlord.”



Balal’s agreement came instantly but Vaan had witnessed Mikayla work around the youth in the past. “Have Assa help you if necessary.” Assa and Mikayla grew up together. His mate maintained a close relationship with all of her people due to her parents going to the Hills while she was a youngling but she was closest to Assa, Sera and Vesa. The house servants would be sure to keep an eye on Mikayla.



Balal ran a hand through his dark shoulder length hair and shifted his weight. “Assa no longer gives me her confidence.”



Vaan raised a brow at this news but Kavan burst into laughter drawing stares their way. Balal’s cheeks stained red.



“What happened, Warlord?” The Raasa female seemed enamored of Balal and often spent time in his company.



Kavan’s laughter died to chuckles and answered Vaan for Balal. “She is not pleased with his bed play.”



Balal punched Kavan in the chest and stormed from the hall, anger in his steps. Vaan sighed. This he knew something about. Perhaps, he’d offer Balal a hint to ease his way.


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~About the Author~



Michelle Howard enjoys a crazy life that involves wild kids, a loud dog, and a husband who tolerates the madness. Like many authors, she’s dreamed of writing since reading her first romance novel many years ago. She loves paranormal and contemporary romances and is a fan of the classic romances, such as Judith McNaught and Julie Garwood.



I love to hear from fans so please reach out to me. If the mood hits you, leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads.



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~Giveaway~



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Summer Book Event: D-Strings Set & Naughty Little Bedtime Stories



Rising Sun, Half Moon, Rock Stars: D-Strings Set


They are friends in public, lovers in private. In an age of sex, drugs, rock and roll, they want it all. But 'all' has a different definition to everyone. What happens when sexy drummer Matt Loren wants bandmate Jules Breaux as more than a bedroom plaything? Is her love more than a four letter word?



~Excerpt~



With a roll, her feet were on the floor and flying to the door. He hardly ever arrived in the middle of the night like this without a phone call to her room first. She could feel him on the other side, but she forced a few deep breaths into her lungs and counted to ten. Squeezing her eyes tightly together, she reopened them only halfway as she unlatched and pulled at the door.



“Hey.” Modulating her voice, she made sure it sounded casual and even sleepy.



“Hey. Had a bad dream. S’okay if I sleep in your bed tonight?” So sexy, he stood, taking the time to look her over before entering the room. No sooner had she shut the door, than he turned, pinning her against it for a deep kiss. “Tried to call you a couple of times…” Reaching over her, he locked the door and then began to kiss her again.



“Went to the party.” She managed to speak around his kiss.



“Mmh hmm. How was it?” Both hands closed around both of hers. His tongue glided along her lips as he spoke.



“Okay, I guess. Where were you? You stay around here?” His breath, his taste was more than slightly alcoholic. Unusual for him. She punctuated each sentence with a return kiss.



“Went with Keith to a club.” Bringing her hands up, he trapped them between his and the door.



“Keith? Really?” She could barely imagine Matt drinking beers with Keith, but he had definitely had more than a few. And not just beers. She could taste and smell the hard liquor. Not enough to reek, but enough to ingest with each breath he took—probably enough that, for once, he didn’t taste it on her. Getting out on the town was not something they had done much on the road, and she sulked against his lips. “Well I would have gone. You didn’t have to take Keith.”



“You wouldn’t have gone.” Blissfully, his body sandwiched hers snugly between his and the door. Their handclasp was palm to palm, hers still between his and the door. “Wasn’t that kind of club, cari.”



It took her several extra seconds to realize he was speaking of a strip club. If his alcohol count tonight surprised her, this new revelation surprised her more. Somehow, she disentangled her tongue enough to tease, “Really? You don’t know that.”



“Really? Thought I did.” The smug kiss that followed was extra firm, and she smiled into it, feeling his return smile.



Restless to touch him, she strained her hands against his for the umpteenth time. He let them go this time, but in two swift movements, he exposed her completely to his gaze—the admiring gaze she now knew she craved.



“So pretty. Prettier than anyone, anywhere.” Her back, now bare, made contact with the door as he moved in close, sliding a hand down between them as he did so.



Her gasp, like so many times before, was smothered by his kiss. A kiss combined with a touch that was quickly making her mindless. Like his hand, his words caressed her over and over, and in a random moment of clarity, she demanded in mock outrage, “Did you just compare me to strippers?”



“Yep. The hottest, classiest strippers. It’s a legendary place. His tone was light, bantering, and then he finished solemnly, wisely, “But there is no comparison.”



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~About the Author~



Lisa Gillis resides in Texas, and often references this state in her books. Writing is a recent passion, and she strives in her books to blend a perfect mixture of fantasy and reality. Her love for music, bands, and concerts inspired her Six Silver Strings Series. When she is not writing those little voices out of her head while listening to music, she is making her own noise on drums or guitar. You can visit her at http://www.rockstarreads.com/



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Naughty Little Bedtime Stories


Bedtime stories that will heat up your night.



Naughty Little Bedtime Stories contains twelve short stories that will arouse your senses. You'll find stories that contain light bondage, food play, ménage (m/m/f), and other erotic events. Each story has a different setting and couple who explore all things naughty in and out of the bedroom.



Content Warning: adult language, graphic sexual situations



~Excerpt~



Excerpt from Strawberries and Whipped Cream



We ate dinner, drank some wine, and talked about our week. Maybe tonight I would finally pop the question. After cleaning up, I refilled our glasses.



"Did you get something for dessert?" Emma asked.



I smiled. "Yes, I did. Why don't you go into the living room and make yourself comfortable while I get it ready."



"Okay. Are you sure you don't need help?"



"I'm sure."



After she left the kitchen, I gathered the bowl of strawberries and can whipped cream from the fridge. I walked in the room to find her on the couch, sipping her wine. I sat down next to her and placed the food on the coffee table.



"I love strawberries, but why the can of whipped cream?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.



"Close your eyes. No peeking," I whispered in her ear.



I took a strawberry and traced her bottom lip with it. She opened her mouth slightly, and I allowed her to take a small bite. A low moan escaped her lips, and my dick twitched in response. I began to feed her another piece of fruit. My cock was getting harder by the minute as I watched her lips wrap around the strawberries.



"I want to feed you one," she said as she opened her eyes.



"I have a better idea. Close your eyes," I said in a deep voice.



Emma sighed and closed her eyes. I picked up a strawberry and touched her bottom lip with it, and she opened her mouth to take it in. I leaned in and bit the other end, letting our lips meet and eliciting a faint squeal from her.



"Would you like some whipped cream?" I asked her as I grabbed the can and shook it.



"Yes," she whimpered.



I squirted some whipped cream on her bottom lip. She seductively licked them while looking at me lustfully. I groaned, shifted to adjust myself, and placed my lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around me and the kiss deepened. Our tongues rubbed against each other. She tasted like whipped cream. Pulling away, I placed kisses down her neck and made my way to her chest. I lifted her shirt over her head. She was wearing a pink lace bra.



"Beautiful," I whispered as I reached around her and unhooked her bra. I slid the straps off her arms, placing more kisses on her neck. "Lay back," I told her as I took my shirt off.



I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them. She lifted herself up as I slid them down her amazing legs and threw them on the floor. She was a sight to behold in just a pair of pink boy shorts.



"Do you trust me?" I asked.


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~About the Author~


Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.



She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Media and hosts a talk show on Talkshoe called Live with Tamaria ~ Giving authors a voice.


Author Links:   Site       Facebook Author Page        Twitter



~Giveaway~



Tamaria is giving away a book off her backlist to one lucky winner.
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Aug 27, 2014

Unforgettable by Lacey Wolfe




Genre: Contemporary



Can an older man be everything Krista’s been looking for?



Krista Michaels’ dating life has been non-existent since her divorce a year before. When her best friend steps in and declares it’s time for a night out at the newest May/December hang-out, The Gentleman’s Club, Krista enters a whole new world and lays eyes on a man who leaves her speechless.



Neil Clark likes younger women and having a good time. Krista catches his attention right away, From their first conversation, he can tell she isn’t a woman to simply play with. One problem: Krista isn’t interested, or so she says. But Neil isn’t about to let her slip away.



Krista’s heart and mind battle it out as Neil does his best to win her over. But they have one huge difference in what they want out of life, and Krista isn’t willing to give up her values, not for a man, not for money, not for love...



~Excerpt~



Krista jogged to catch up with her friend. At the entrance, a big man stood there in the classic get-up. Sunglasses, a black shirt, and tight jeans. He was hot and Krista wondered if she could stay out there with him because he looked more like her type.



“Good evening, ladies. I need to see some ID.” He held out his hand.



She dug hers out of her wallet and handed it to him. He glanced at the I.D.’s, smiled, and gave them back.



“Enjoy your evening.”



Jamie looped her arm through Krista’s and they were on their way to what felt like the unknown to Krista.



Inside was dark as expected, but there was just enough lighting so she wouldn’t trip over anything. There were a lot of women there. Apparently her friend wasn’t the only one with a thing for older men.



There was a small dance floor to her left, but it was mostly set up with various lounge areas. A contemporary feel flowed throughout with black leather sofas, red-and-white throw pillows, and chrome décor. The bar sat in the center of the room, and Krista was thrilled when Jamie led her in that direction.



A female bartender, who was surprisingly dressed conservative in a white button down blouse, greeted them. “What can I get you?”



“Two sex on the beaches,” Jamie said.



“Suck up.” Krista leaned her back against the bar and glanced around. She didn’t see a man anywhere without a young, beautiful woman at his side. Next to the attached women, she felt like she was wearing a paper sack. Not a man looked in her direction. “I bet all the good ones are taken.”



Jamie twirled a lock of her blonde hair as she checked out the men. “Why do you say that?”



“With the amount of women in here, any man without one at this point must be a loser.”



“Or he’s just waiting on the right woman.” Jamie winked.



The bartender returned with their drinks. Jamie told her to leave the tab open.



“Now what?” Krista asked as she picked up her beverage.



“Let’s find somewhere to sit, drink a little to lighten our mood, and go from there. This doesn’t need to be planned out.”



“This is so stupid.” Krista took a sip of her drink. “It feels like we’re waiting for some man to find us attractive and want to talk to us. It’s just weird.”



Her friend sighed. “Live a little. Jeez. How well has it been working out with the men your own age?”



Jamie had a point. “But still,” Krista protested halfheartedly.



“If you want to leave, I’ll give you my keys. I’m not going to force you to stay.”



“I might.” A deep masculine voice sounded from behind them.



A shiver swept down Krista’s spine. Her heart rate sped up and it felt like slow motion as she spun around to see who had spoken to her. Oh. My. God! She laid eyes on one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen. He put George Clooney to shame.



“Would you gorgeous ladies care to join me?” He motioned toward an empty couch.



“We’d love to.” Jamie smiled.



Krista attempted to speak, but no words were forming as she followed them over. She expected Jamie to sit next to the sexy man and keep him for herself, but instead, her friend left a gap for Krista to sit in the middle.



“I’m Neil.” He took a sip from his drink. The light gold liquid flowed to his lips and Krista found herself jealous of the glass.



“I’m Jamie, and this is my friend Krista Michaels.”



Why the heck did Jamie just given him my last name?



Neil rested his glass on the armrest. He was at ease and in his comfort zone as he straightened his light blue tie. “It’s nice to meet you both. First time here?”



“Yes. Though it’s a relatively new place. Have you been here much?” Jamie asked.



“A few times. I’m friends with the owner.” His gaze stayed on Krista.



She stared back, mesmerized by him. He had dark hair with slight streaks of grey at the temple. Not too much, just was the right amount. Perfect. Like him. Now if only she could speak, she might get somewhere.



“What do you do for a living?” He spun the glass around with his fingers.



“We’re both teachers,” Jamie answered.



His eyes widened. “This must be your favorite time of the year. Summer vacation.”



“It is.” Jamie poked Krista in the side.



Krista nodded since for whatever reason, her mouth still wasn’t working.



“Are you always so quiet?” Neil smirked. A tiny dimple formed on his chin. She loved a man with dimples.



“Usually she won’t shut up.” Jamie giggled. “What’s up, Krista?”



“I love your name by the way.” His blue eyes locked on her.



“Thank you.” She finally managed a word.



He took a long drink then set the cup down on the table. He sat back, pulling one leg up and resting his ankle on the opposite knee. “I’m going to be frank. When I see something I like, I go after it. And I like what I see, Krista. Are you single?”



His bluntness caused a wave of pleasure to ripple though her. “I am.”



“I’m attracted to you very much, but I don’t want to waste my time if you don’t feel the same.” He paused, staring at her with a longing in his eyes. Finally, he moistened his lips. “That isn’t entirely true. If you weren’t interested in me, I’d try harder. I don’t like not getting what I want, and I want you.”



~About the Author~



Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.



Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.



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Aug 26, 2014

Let It Burn by Emily Wood

Genre: Contemporary Romance



Sometimes one person can make you question everything you thought you wanted.



Lydia James is a struggling scriptwriter with big dreams. She's determined to conquer the movie world, and equally determined to stay out of the limelight while she does it. So what happens when she meets Ryan Sharpe, a British actor and Hollywood's next big thing? He could hold the keys to her future, but with him, flying under the radar doesn't seem to be an option.



Ryan has learned his lesson when it comes to women. In his experience, relationships mean heartache and pain. But when he meets Lydia, everything changes. She's a breath of fresh air, and everything he didn't even know he was looking for. There's just one problem—she doesn't want to be a part of his life. Will a weekend in Saint-Tropez give Ryan the opportunity he needs to win Lydia's heart, or will their desires turn to ashes?



Content Warning: explicit sex







~Excerpt~





"So what is it about the party that you're so desperate to avoid, Lydia James?"



She sucked a breath in and blew it out slowly. She didn't miss Ryan's eyes flickering to her breasts as her chest heaved. They lingered there for a moment.



"Honestly, I'm totally out of my depth." She paused, wondering how much he would actually want to know and how much would just be a rant. She decided to go for it anyway. "I'm a writer. Or at least, I want to be. I have a story…a script. I also have an agent who brought me here to make connections. That's what he said anyway, but…he's been hinting that he expects to get something out of this, if you get what I mean."



"Ah."



"Yeah. Obviously, I would never do that. But how the hell do I get out of this? Do you have any idea how hard it is to get an agent?" She remembered who she was talking to. "Of course you do." And then she looked at him again—he probably had exclusive rights to Hollywood based on his jaw-dropping good looks. Even mere mortals like directors and producers bowed down to gods. "So my problem is how do I get out of this without him blackening my name forever?"



Ryan's face had been a picture of amusement since the moment he'd turned on the light. But suddenly something far more dangerous danced in his eyes, although he was obviously struggling to hide it. A thrill shocked her whole body before finally settling in her lower abdomen.



"The damage has been done," Ryan said. His voice was slow and tight. "You can kiss your agent goodbye. Not literally though. I'm afraid the industry is rife with people like that, and if he doesn't take you seriously now, then no offense, but no amount of sexual favors are going to change his mind."



The blush that had colored her cheeks earlier was nothing compared to the heat that filled them under Ryan's angry gaze. Her skin was suddenly so hot that it made her eyes water. She felt dirty and ashamed, and she hadn't even done anything. Jesus, she wouldn't have even dreamed of doing anything with that man out there.



"I already knew that," she snapped. "I came in here to get away. But how do I… Whatever I do now I'll offend him."



The anger in Ryan's face melted away enough for mischief to creep in. He stood up, walking over to her in a slow, deliberate way that had her heartbeat doing the exact opposite. She pressed her back against the door as he approached. He was even more captivating up close. A tiny corner of her consciousness worried about what he intended to do while the rest of her screamed approval at all of the naughty things racing through her mind.



But of course, she wasn't in a fairy tale, and heartbreakingly handsome actors didn't kiss lowly dreamers like herself. He stopped short, his perfectly sculpted lips moving to breathe in her ear rather than meet her own. Lydia let her eyes flicker closed, his intoxicating, spicy scent threatening to turn her into a puddle at his feet.



"If the only man who could make your career is about to drop you, then there's only really one thing to do."



"What's that?" Lydia managed to croak, painfully aware of how close she was to touching heaven.



"Make sure everybody else knows your name."



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~About the Author~


I have always believed that the best stories are the ones that you can't put down, the ones that transport you to a different place and make you believe in the characters. This is exactly why I write… I have always loved the escapism that reading and writing provides, and there is nothing more exciting than imagining your own set of characters, and then letting them practically write the story for you. Writing has always been a dream of mine, and I'm lucky to have the kind of people around me that have always nurtured and encouraged my passion.



I live a cozy little life in Wales, and when I'm not writing I'm taking care of my young family, studying for a degree in Classical Studies, and training to become a nail technician. I love traveling to new places, meeting new people, and experiencing new things…it's all great inspiration for my books!



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covergifTitle: Phantom Lover

Author: Tamaria Soana

Audience: Adult/Erotic

Genre: Paranormal

Formats: E-Book

Publisher: Midnight Rose Publishing

Cover by: Shades of Rose Media

Expected Date of Publishing: September 1st, 2014

 



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Can true love surpass life and death?
Olivia Shaw-Clayton’s life revolves around her job ever since her husband was killed eight months ago in Iraq. She slaves away at her desk in hopes of numbing the pain of her loss and the guilt of longing to fall asleep once again to be joined by her phantom lover.





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Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.

She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights.

 


 

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Summer Book Event: The Blink of her Eye & Obsession





Genre: Suspense




The Blink of her Eye






A STEAMY, ROMANTIC, MYSTERY THRILLER THAT SEDUCES YOUR BODY AND MIND



THE BLINK OF HER EYE will entice you, excite you and leave you asking for more. A must read for those seeking a blend of romance, mystery and eroticism.


While investigating patient complaints as the hospital’s compliance officer, Anika is attacked by a man claiming she murdered his wife. After wickedly seductive Gabriel rescues her, she knows she isn’t quite dead when all she thinks about are his eyes devouring her in a single glance.


As Anika recovers, she receives a note urging her to ‘Stop the Murders.’ But she’s clueless as to who is about to be killed. Bewildered, she accepts Gabriel’s offer to unravel the mystery behind the message.


With the death toll rising, Gabriel refuses to deny his erotic compulsion for Anika while tracking down the murderer. Equally consumed by her own insatiable passions, Anika leaves them both vulnerable to life-threatening dangers. Their obsession to be together will either save or destroy them as well as hundreds about to be killed.



~Excerpt~



“You bitch, you killed her,” Vinny growled at me in a throaty half-whisper. He seized my cringing shoulders and barricaded me beside his dead wife’s hospital bed. His vise-like fingers were wrapped around my neck. I gasped for air as he crushed my throat.


Aiming to break free, I kneed my elderly attacker in the groin. My retaliation was short-lived as he pummeled my head into the wallboard. I was a bobble-head, and unless someone came to the rescue fast, I’d be a dead bobble-head. I poked at Vinny’s pinprick eyes, and he slapped my hands away. He grabbed the call button cord and lassoed my neck.


In sync with my desperation, the patient in the next bed shrieked with a fury capable of waking Vinny’s wife from her permanent slumber. “Security to room 306, security to room 306,” blasted over Honore Hospital’s P-A system.


A pencil-thin man in a white coat stormed in, wielding a dangling stethoscope. My on-call champion struggled to loosen the improvised garrote. Crotchety Vinny began punching with the strength of a super villain. He landed more than a few left jabs on my nose and cheek.


Within seconds, a stranger charged in and snagged Vinny off of me. Crumbling against a hobbling nightstand, I squinted at my Herculean hero from the floor up. His ankle boots yielded to black biker jeans that hugged his powerhouse thighs and hips as if he were born in them. Beneath his open suede jacket, a muscle shirt clung to his bench-pressed pecs. A baseball cap with ‘Savage’ embroidered across the crown rested on his dark chocolate hair that curled around his ears.


Savage seemed to fit as a nickname; his five o’clock shadow hinted he was bad-boy sumptuous. The right side of his neck sported a quarter-sized, port-wine birthmark, partially hidden by his jawbone. Overlooking the meager imperfection, I zeroed in on his heavy-lidded eyes piercing Vinny with laser precision. I sensed my rescuer had witnessed more than most men experience in a lifetime. Savage attentively handed Vinny over to the security guards. Without saying a word, he eased me up, his big-knuckled hands firmly around my waist. I slumped against his chest and savored the natural scent of his skin. He pressed the back of my skull to ease the bloodletting. Only then did I realize the attack had seriously screwed with my head. I should’ve been panicked about bleeding out, but instead was infatuated with this maverick who rescued me without hesitation.






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~About the Author~


Angelica Thaddeus was born, bred and raised in Buffalo, NY. Over the years, she has served as a consultant to health care providers. In her work of fiction, she meshes her experience in advising medical clients with her own personal memories related to the last years of her parents’ lives. Thaddeus is an avid supporter of soldiers and veterans who serve and have served the US and would like to draw attention to their pressing needs through her works.


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Obsession



Is there anywhere safe when you're the object of someone's obsession?


Alexandria Stevens is a New York Times best-selling romance novelist. After she makes a guest appearance on a popular TV talk show, she creates a Twitter account. Within a few short weeks she meets a fan, and they become fast friends…or that's what Alex thinks. When Alex finds herself being stalked, the person she least suspects is her new friend Jillian. What she doesn't know is that Jillian has been obsessed with her for years. She wants everything Alex has, even her husband.


Content Warning: sexual situations, adult language, violence


~Excerpt~


Alex went into her study to answer some emails and go over the script for her movie again when the doorbell rang. Knowing Hudson was on a conference call, she went to answer it. She looked out the window to find a deliveryman with a long, white box. Her heart melted, Hudson had flowers delivered for her. He was always so romantic and thoughtful. God, she loved him.


Alex opened the door and signed for the flowers. As she took them to the kitchen to place them in a vase, her mind wandered to all the ways she could thank Hudson properly after his conference call was over. Her favorite one involved her being down on her knees. Alex couldn’t wait to see and smell the beautiful flowers. Giggling, she untied the ribbon and anxiously lifted the lid.


She screamed and dropped the box. It was filled with a dozen black roses, a purple plastic butterfly attached to one stem. Fear rocked through her body as she remembered the note left on her car. Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly. I will collect you and capture you. Alex fell to the floor and wrapped her arms around herself.


“Alex, oh my God. Are you okay? What happened?” Hudson asked as he placed his arms around her trembling body.


She pointed to the black roses. “I thought you sent me flowers,” she stuttered in between her sobs.


Hudson looked at the roses with confusion, then Alex pointed to the butterfly and told him about the note she’d found on her car and how Colleen said it was nothing, probably a sick prank.


“You should’ve told me, baby. I’m calling your father, this isn’t just a prank.” Hudson dialed Anthony, Alex’s father and a police detective. Hudson held her tight and assured her that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her and they would find out what was going on.


Anthony was at his daughter’s side within fifteen minutes with two policemen in tow. He asked a few questions and took the flowers for evidence. Alex just clung to Hudson as her father lectured her for not telling anyone about the note that had been left on her car. He was upset that the note had been destroyed, because there could’ve been forensic evidence on it that would help them figure out who was doing this.


Alex looked into her father’s eyes, he looked both angry and conflicted. She knew this had to be hard on him. He had to be both her father and the detective on the case. He assured them he would try and keep a lid on it for as long as possible. Alex let out a moan knowing what would happen if the media found out about it.


Hudson asked Anthony about the possibility of the police providing some sort of security for Alex. She objected, saying she didn’t want to be babysat. Her father quickly dismissed her objection, stating it was a good idea and he would arrange regular patrols of the street. He swore to her that he would catch the psycho who was stalking her. He hugged her before he left, which took Alex by surprise because he never showed emotion.


When everyone was finally gone, Hudson got Alex some water and two sleeping pills. Soon she was in bed wrapped in Hudson’s arms. Although she was both emotionally and physically exhausted, she felt safe next to him. She sighed and snuggled as close to his warm body as she could as she wiped away a tear and drifted off to sleep.


Alex woke to her cellphone ringing over and over again. Who the hell keeps calling? She moaned as she grabbed her phone from the bedside table. When she looked at the screen and saw who the caller was, she rolled her eyes.


“Mom?”


“Oh my God, Alexandria, are you okay? Why do I have to find out from the media that someone is stalking my daughter?”


Alex just let her mother rant—no good would come out of trying to stop her and explain things until she had it all out of her system.


“And a movie deal? Why am I the last to know everything? Well, I’m waiting.”


“I’m sorry, Mom. I was going to call you today. Things have been a bit crazy. What do you mean you heard it from the media?”


“It’s all over the entertainment news.”


“Christ!” Alex took a deep breath. She needed to focus and find out what was being said. “Mom, I have to go. I promise I’ll call you later and fill you in on everything. I need to find out exactly what has been leaked.”



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Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels her life has begun. She writes sexy contemporary romance stories that always end with a ‘happily ever after’. Growing up she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry; it wasn’t until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.


She’s married and a stay-at-home-mom of two beautiful young girls, they reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. Besides writing, she co-owns Shades of Rose Marketing and hosts a talk show on Talkshoe called Live with Tamaria ~ Giving authors a voice.


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Aug 25, 2014

War's Passion by Lia Davis


After losing her parents in a brutal attack from a monster straight out of her nightmares, Gwendolyn Preston tries to pick up the shattered pieces of her life. Along with her best friend, she moves to a small fishing village on the coast of Maine to find a new life away from the nightmares that haunt her. Just when she believes her life could go back to normal, the deliciously dark and handsome Markus Sullivan disrupts her hopes to grieve in peace.
Markus drew the short straw when it came to being the liaison between his father, Ares—God of War—and his brothers. When he discovers that the earth bound demi-gods, known as the descendants, have banded together to start another rebellion against the gods, it becomes his number one priority to stop them.
That is until he meets Gwen, the granddaughter of Aphrodite, and the next target of the descendants. Together, their path is rife with passion and danger. It might take more than the son of War to win this battle … Gwen herself.


A cold sensation rolled down Gwen’s spine like an icy finger as she stepped out onto the back porch of her parents’ Florida home. She focused her senses out into the cool evening, and inhaled the fragrance of night jasmine lingering on the breeze. The moonless, star-filled sky didn’t chase away the feeling of menace lurking in the shadows, waiting. The awareness had clung to her since she’d woken that morning and she wished she could feel the creatures of the night like her best friend and adopted sister, Elle, could. Although Gwen descended from the gods themselves, sensing monsters wasn’t her gift. As the great-granddaughter of Nyx, goddess of the night, Elle could see into the darkness and all her secrets.

Descended from the goddess of love, Gwen held the power of persuasion, and she could sway people, especially men, to bend to her will. The gift came from her father’s side of the family—Tom Preston was one of Aphrodite’s earthborn sons.

She loved nights like this as well as the calm that blanketed the small town of Perry. It was a few minutes before midnight and everyone slept. Elle had left early that morning to show her latest paintings and sculptures at a gallery in Jacksonville. It was the first time the girls had been apart since becoming friends in the third grade.

The sound of glass breaking behind her made Gwen’s heart hammer and her stomach clenched. Spinning, she saw three large men charge into her home through what used to be the front door. Splintered wood lay half in the kitchen, half in the living room, and the long rectangular windows on either side of the entrance were destroyed. Glass littered the living room floor.

Fear rushed through her like wildfire and she darted to the side to hide behind the curtain of the sliding glass door. Helplessness consumed her as she watched one of the men open drawers to her father’s desk, dumping the contents on the floor. Another searched the living room, then stepped into the kitchen. Her heart sank as the third man turned toward the hallway.

Mom, Dad.

Without another thought for her own safety, she rushed after the man that went down the hall. Before she could make it, another man crashed into her, slamming her to the ground. Sharp, stabbing pain shot from her hip down her leg. Gwen screamed, hoping to wake her parents, as she clawed at the man’s face, aiming for his eyes.

A loud thump followed by her mother’s cry reached Gwen’s ears. Terror filled her, cold and crippling. Tears ran down her cheeks. A moment later the man that went towards her parents’ room flew backwards through the living room, and further until he crashed into the kitchen island. Then her father stood at the hallway entrance, hands fisted by his side.

“Let her go.”

Gwen stared at her father in disbelief. His body glowed with power.

“You think to use mortal magic on me?” The man holding her laughed, then released Gwen and rose to his feet.

A bright flash of black and gold light filled the room, leaving a large black dragon where the man had been. Disbelief and horror twined through her veins as she stared at the creature. Smoke rolled out its long snout and the eyes almost glowed red. Shaking, she managed to scramble backwards to keep from being trampled by the beast—which was way too big for the house.

Her father held his hands out from his body, palms facing the dragon. A soft white light beamed from the center of his hands, then brightened and grew into a ball of bright white energy the size of cantaloupe before her father thrust it at the dragon.

Gwen screamed again, not knowing what she could do. There was a freaking dragon inside her home and her father…well, she didn’t know what he threw at the beast because he’d never used his magic to that extent before. The ball of light didn’t do anything, but drive the dragon back a step and whip his tail around to hit Gwen. The blow knocked her out the back door. Landing on the deck, she watched in horror as the dragon breathed fire toward her father.

Tears streaming down her face, she shouted for her father to get out, but too late. Flames covered him and he stumbled forward, igniting the carpet with each step and the couch as he fell. The dragon let out a roar that rocked the house. The men that came with him rushed outside right before the beast blew out another blast of fire and swiveled his head around the room. The whole house engulfed in flames within seconds.
Agony ripped through Gwen’s heart and she sobbed, but no one heard her.

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Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!
An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very active imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing is stress reliever that allows her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.
Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.

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Aug 22, 2014

Summer Book Event: A Gift of Darkest Magic & Find Me



Genre: Paranormal

A Gift of Darkest Magic

Would you be willing to betray the person you love in order to save their life?

AGiftOfTheDarkestMagic_MediumClarissa's husband Matt is dying of cancer. They've tried everything that medicine has to offer, both traditional and experimental, and nothing's worked. Clarissa spends her days in the hospital, watching the man she loves slip closer and closer to certain death.

When her sister tells her she knows a way to save Matt, but it involves visiting a local club run by vampires, Clarissa is outraged that her sister would believe something so insane. But then she learns the truth.

Braden, the sexy and mysterious vampire who runs the club, does indeed have the means to save Matt, but he demands a high payment in return. He doesn't want money, her blood, or even her life…he wants something she never expected. Clarissa has a choice—spend twenty-four hours in Braden's bed or let her husband die.

But what she never foresaw was how much more the vampire would truly want after he'd given her the gift of the darkest magic.


Content Warning: infidelity, light bondage, anal sex, and rough sex

~Excerpt~

The quiet drip of the IV and the occasional bleep of the monitor were the only sounds in the dim hospital room. Clarissa Blair held the cold hand of her husband, Matthew. Matt's diagnosis of cancer, just after Christmas, had been a horrible surprise. His condition rapidly deteriorated. The vibrant forty-year-old lay reduced to a thin husk, wasting away in the small room on the fourth floor of Mercy General Hospital. Clarissa could only wait and mourn quietly. She'd tried to hide her pain and stay positive for Matt, but it was getting harder to pretend as he slipped closer to the end of his life.

Their twin seven-year-old daughters spent a lot of time with her mother. She didn't want them to remember their father as the corpse she saw each day when she came to the hospital after work. Her life was a cycle of working and grieving. She knew the girls missed her, but she just didn't have the strength to be there for them and keep up with the day-to-day battle of holding herself together. Matt was leaving them.

The sound of the door opening roused her from the dark, sad thoughts. She stood up and hugged the visitor. "Hi, sis."

Caren, her younger sister, breezed into the room smelling of sunshine and fresh air, in contrast to the stale stench of death she'd come to associate with her husband's hospital room. "How is he today?"

Her sister's sadness only added to the weight in Clarissa's heart. "About the same. The nurse said last night was tough, but he pulled through. He's a strong fighter." She knew the last words sounded bitter. He was the strongest man she'd ever known; she couldn't understand why he couldn't beat the disease ravaging him. His once handsome face was pale and sunken. Her Matt had left long ago, leaving the dying man in his place. Her Matt would never have abandoned her and their daughters as this man was doing.

For a long moment, Caren looked into her face. She knew Caren wanted to say something, but was holding back.

"Go ahead and say what's on your mind. You're always so afraid of saying something that'll make me cry. I'm past that stage now. Just talk, you're irritating me." She knew her shrill statement bordered on cruel, but she didn't care. What was the use of pleasantries when her whole life was over and she'd never be happy again?

"Sorry, sweetie," Caren whispered, laying a gentle hand on Clarissa's shoulder.

The simple act of kindness tore at her soul, making her want to lash out again. She shrugged off her sister's caring touch. The unwavering love in the deep turquoise eyes, the same shade as her own, sent a little stab of guilt through Clarissa. "I'm the one who should be sorry, but seriously just tell me what's on your mind."
Caren gave her a weak smile. "You know I love Matt too."

Clarissa nodded. Matt had no siblings. She'd married him when Caren was still in high school and he'd taken to her sister as if she were his own. "I know." She sighed.

"I think I know a way to save him, but I need your help," Caren whispered.

Clarissa's eyes narrowed. Her whole body began shaking. "How dare you!" She hissed at her beloved younger sister.

"Really. I mean it, Clarissa. I think I know a way that we can save Matt's life." She said the words with genuine hope.

"We've tried faith healers, herbs, expensive specialists, what more can there be? I can't believe you'd spout such bullshit. Especially when he's so close to…" She couldn't say "the end", but it was true. Her husband only had a few more weeks to live, maybe less. The doctors had made it perfectly clear. It was time to give up hope. She'd already picked out his casket and bought the plot. Matt was gone.

"I'm not pulling your leg, or giving you false hope. I saw it work!"


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Ashlynn Monroe is a busy wife and mom. She enjoys writing about anything and everything paranormal or fantasy related. She spends most of her time daydreaming up her next tale of romance.



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Find Me 



A love that transcends time…

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As her 25th birthday approaches, Riley Sparrow begins to dream of a handsome, intriguing stranger. Each night the dreams get more intense and the stranger starts leaving her clues to his whereabouts. The dreams always end in a whisper…

Find Me.

Riley has denied her birthright her entire life. She descends from a strong line of witches and warlocks, but she's refused her powers up until now. With the help of her estranged grandfather she learns that her mystery man is from the past and his life is in danger. Will her grandfather help her travel back to 1963 to save the man she believes she's meant to be with? A man she knows nothing about but feels a strong connection to.

If she finds him, can she save him from the evil that haunts them both? By securing his past, she knows there can never be a future for them in her time.

Content Warning: contains sensual sex scenes


~Excerpt~

Riley closed her eyes and let the heat of the water engulf her tired muscles. Resting her head against the bath pillow, she cleared her mind. The steam seeped out from the bubbles and swirled around the room. Soon the mirror and windows were fogged and a scented mist surrounded the bathroom, creating a relaxing atmosphere. A week's worth of sleepless nights had taken their toll and Riley drifted off.

The squeak of the faucet and the silence that followed distracted her tranquil thoughts. She opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the tub looking at her. For a moment, she felt self-conscious. She glanced down and discovered her body covered in thick, white bubbles. He couldn't see anything but the tops of her shoulders, neck, and face.

"Sorry," he said. "I was afraid the water would overflow."

"Am I awake?"

He shook his head. She noted his green eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting of the bathroom.

"Well, then how—"

"It's complicated." His thin, pink lips formed a small smile. "I can't explain now."

"Why not?"

"There isn't enough time to make you understand while you're in your current state. We need much more time. You can get that for us."

 "Are you real or am I crazy?"

 "I'm very real, just stuck between realms. I've been waiting for you for a long time." He slid off the side of the tub and knelt down on the floor. "I'm afraid I can't stay very long. I keep trying to figure out how to increase the length of my visits but nothing seems to work."

"I don't know you."

"You will." He reached for the clip in her hair. "May I?"

She nodded.

Once he'd freed her hair from its confines, he smoothed the damp locks out with his hand. "I like when you wear it down. It's so pretty." He continued to stroke her hair. "You're just as beautiful as I remember."

"How do you know me?" She shifted her position to face him. She breathed in his crisp scent. He smelled of spice, maybe a hint of cinnamon.

"I…" He trailed off when his gaze caught her exposed breasts. He looked lost in a distant memory.

When she'd turned to face him she'd upset the bubbles shielding her. Her nipples hardened as she watched him take in her flesh. She no longer felt embarrassed.

"I have to go."

"You keep leaving me. I don't like it." Each time he left, he took a small piece of her with him.

"That's why you need to find me." He leaned forward. "I know you can. You're very powerful." He brushed his lips against her mouth. A rush of warmth coursed through her and settled between her legs. "Find me, Riley." He kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering a second longer than usual. She took the opportunity to run her tongue along his soft lips. "Find me now."

"How?" She wanted more than anything to find this man. "What do I need to do?"

"Tucker…" he whispered.

"What?"

Riley slipped off the bath pillow and under the cold water. She quickly sat up and looked around. The bubbles had evaporated into the freezing water.

Did she turn the faucet off, or did…

I must be crazy.

She thought for a moment. Her mystery man had left her a big clue tonight. Now she needed to figure out what Tucker Sparrow had to do with any of this. It looked as if she would be paying a visit to a man she hadn't seen in a decade.


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~About the Author~

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can’t be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she’s not chasing after her kids, she’s busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you’ll get lost in her words.


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