Saturday, September 21, 2013

Release Event: Loved By You by Kate Perry

 
 
 
 
 
 
Kate Perry's newest release in the Laurel Heights series is now available!
Read a teaser below and enter the giveaways!


Title: Loved By You
Author: Kate Perry
Publisher: Phoenix Rising Enterprises, Inc. (Indie)
Release date: September 18, 2013
Genre: Contemporary romance
Age Group: Adult  

It’s time for Karma Taylor to ante up. When her mom raises the stakes, KT has no choice but to prove that she’s living up to her potential. To her mom, that means performing in the upcoming concert, but KT would rather run naked through Golden Gate Park than expose herself on stage. Chance Nolan, world traveler and all-around gypsy, offers KT a solution: distract her mom by faking an engagement—to him. KT would be doing him a favor, too, so he can shake the overzealous blonde who won’t take no for an answer. Only pretending to be in a relationship feels very real, and Chance wonders if he hasn’t been searching for KT all along. He just has to convince her he’s so much more than a decoy fiancĂ©.  

About the Author:

Kate has tangoed at midnight with a man in blue furry chaps, dueled with flaming swords in the desert, and strutted on bar tops across the world and back. She’s been kissed under the Eiffel Tower, had her butt pinched in Florence, and been serenaded in New Orleans. But she found Happy Ever After in San Francisco with her Magic Man. Kate’s the bestselling author of the Laurel Heights Novels, as well as the Family and Love and Guardians of Destiny series. She’s been translated into several languages and is quite proud to say she’s big in Slovenia. All her books are about strong, independent women who just want love. Most days, you can find Kate in her favorite cafĂ©, working on her latest novel. Sometimes she’s wearing a tutu. She may or may not have a jeweled dagger strapped to her thigh...

 
 
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Friday, September 20, 2013

Cover Reveal: TRUE FOR YOU (Boys of the South, #3) by Marquita Valentine

 

 

 
A Boys of the South Companion Standalone Novel
By New York Times Bestselling Author Marquita Valentine
TRUE FOR YOU (Boys of the South, #3)
Contemporary New Adult
Coming October 2013
 
 
  For country music bad boy, Jaxon Hunter, failure has never been an option, especially with an abusive father who controls his entire career. But when Jaxon's efforts to win back the girl that got away end up with him helping his rival, he concedes defeat— and sneaks away to Charleston, South Carolina to lick his wounds. Only Jaxon wasn’t counting on the seamstress for the band driving the getaway car. She may not have finished high school, but Bliss Davenport graduated with honors from the school of hard knocks. Four years ago, after barely surviving the most terrifying ordeal of her life, she ran away from home and never looked back. Bliss is stunned when she wakes up married to the famous Jaxon Hunter. It only gets worse when she realizes he doesn’t even remember the ceremony. While Bliss struggles to reconcile herself with the two sides of the man she’s falling in love with—sweet, thoughtful and humble--- or the character he plays on stage—arrogant, selfish and prideful, Jaxon’s battling his own demons, unsure who he wants to be, other than free. Then just as the two of them start to learn to trust again, the past makes its way to the present, threatening their relationship. Threatening to suck them both back to where they were before, without each other.

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About the Author  



New York Times Bestselling Author, Marquita Valentine, writes sexy heroes that make you swoon and sassy heroines that make you laugh. She’s the author of the bestselling contemporary romance series, Holland Springs, and the new adult romance series, Boys of the South. Marquita met her husband aka Hot Builder at Sonic when they were in high school. She suggests this location to all of her single friends in search of a good man—and if that doesn't work, they can console themselves with cheesy tatertots. She lives in North Carolina in a very, very small town with Hot Builder and their two children.



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Watching Her by Scarlett Metal Re-released Cover, Excerpts and My Review

 
 
 
 
 
 
 Bio

Scarlett lives in the Midwest with her sexy husband, two girls, and three furbabies.  She dabbled in writing right after college but it wasn’t until she took up blogging eight years ago that she started writing seriously.  After writing a few boring service pieces for some online publications, she went back to her true passion, fiction.  When she’s not busy writing steamy stories, she can be found with her nose in a book, camping, or geocaching with her family.  She loves Diet Coke, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, and 80’s hair bands.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Synopsis

Lizzie always played it safe in life with her job in corporate accounting and her boring boyfriends. Frustrated one night while working late at the coffee shop, she meets Brett. He's different than any guys she's ever dated and on a whim, she agrees to go out with him. Brett has a kink he later reveals to Lizzie that helps her become the woman she was always meant to be.

Contains strong language and sexual situations. Intended for adults over 18.

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Excerpt #1

I seriously can’t believe he did this to me again. I settled into my booth at Starbucks with mocha, my laptop, and my bag from work. Once again, my boss Dave had given me some reports to do at the last minute. And he needed them by tomorrow - at like 8:00 a.m. At least I could get out of the office and do the work here.

As I was shuffling through my papers, I noticed him walk in. He was probably close to a foot taller than me with broad shoulders, wearing a black leather jacket and snug jeans.

He glanced over at me and smiled. My stomach did a flip-flop. He had gorgeous brown hair, cut short, but long enough to run my fingers through. Why am I thinking that? His chocolate brown eyes sparkled when he smiled. I gave him a nervous smile in return, turning my attention back to my work.

I stole glances at him as he stood in line for his drink. My gaze traveled down his back, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his jeans fit his body. He turned around, finding me watching him. My cheeks were warm, filled with embarrassment as he walked over to me. Shit! He was going to sit next to me!

“Hi there.” His voice was a deep baritone, sending shivers down my spine.  I was suddenly sorry that I wasn’t wearing something sexier than my jeans and sweatshirt.

“Hi.”

“Working?” He nodded to the papers and laptop in front of me.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, unfortunately.”

“What do you do?” He took off his jacket, and I was almost breathless at the sight of his arms in his short-sleeved t-shirt. Not only was he ripped, he was covered in sexy tattoos that disappeared under his shirt sleeves. I was guessing they were some sort of tribal symbols, but I knew nothing about tattoos.  I had a serious phobia of needles.

“I’m a corporate accountant.” Man, did that sound boring when I actually said it out loud.

Grinning, he said, “Sounds exciting.”

I smirked. “It’s so not. My boss is sort of a jerk too. He’s the CFO and he dumps a lot of work on me, hence why I’m working here late at night.”

“Well, that’s a bummer. You shouldn’t let him take advantage of you,” he murmured, leaning forward towards me.

My heart started pounding, and my mouth went dry. He smelled amazing - clean with just a hint of soap and that woodsy, masculine smell. “I know....I just...” I stammered.

Why did I let him take advantage of me?

“Can’t say no?” he finished for me with a slight smile on his lips. Oh those sexy lips. Suddenly all I could think about was kissing them.

I let out my breath, trying to shake the cobwebs from my brain. This was not like me. Guys never had this effect on me. “I guess not. It’s not as if I had anything else exciting planned anyway.”

“No? A pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend to keep her busy?”

 Oh my god, he called me pretty! I shook my head. “Nope. Work keeps me busy. I don’t have much time for anything else. I haven’t really had much luck in the men department lately either.” Did I just say that? Why was I being so open with him?

“I bet. Hmmm...Sounds like maybe you’re going out with the wrong kind guys. Maybe you need to change that.”
 
Excerpt #2
Four orgasms and a second shower later, we were sitting in my living room eating a pizza. We had worked up quite an appetite tonight. He leaned back casually in his boxers while I sat with my feet tucked under me, wearing his favorite faded Green Bay Packer t-shirt.
“Tonight was amazing, baby.” I smiled almost shyly at him as I took a drink of my water.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Damn straight it was!”
I felt my cheeks get warm. “You enjoyed watching me with that girl, didn’t you?”
“Fuckin’A I did. Hottest thing I have ever seen.” He set his plate down. “Babe, remember that time that I mentioned me watching you with another guy?”
I swallowed my pizza and nodded. “I do. Why?”
He pulled me close. “Well, I’ve been thinking about it and watching you tonight makes me realize how much I want that. I love to watch your pleasure. And I love to watch you come.”
I squeezed my thighs together at his words. “Wouldn’t you get jealous?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve given it a lot of thought. If I controlled the situation - picked someone for you and was there, I don’t think I would. Would it bother you to have another man touch you?”
I thought for a second. I wasn’t sure. He got me so hot I hadn’t even thought about another man’s hands on me in months. “I don’t know. If you were there with me, with someone you had picked for me, I don’t think so.”
“Well, what if I told you that I knew someone interested?”
I pulled away a little and looked at him. “What?”
“Remember when we ran into that buddy of mine a couple of weeks ago? And we hung out for a bit? Sebastian?”
I moved away from him as I thought about it. I remembered his long, jet black hair he kept tied back and his baby blue eyes that looked at me as if he was undressing me with them. I had even mentioned to Jillian that if I wasn’t taken, I would so hit that.
“Yes, I remember him,” I stammered, my cheeks warm.
“What? Did he hit on you?” He grabbed my arm.
I shook my head. “No, not at all. I just remember him. And he’s hot,” I whispered with a smile.
He grinned back at me and pulled me onto his lap. “I’m glad you think so.” He reached between my legs, exploring my damp folds. “Does that mean you agree?”
I let out a sigh as he moved his lips down my neck and he slid a finger inside me. “Mmm...Let me think about it.”
He pulled my t-shirt off and drew one of my nipples into his mouth. I ground myself on his finger as he sucked the tight flesh. He pulled away from me, and I let out a moan of frustration.
“Ok, baby.” He moved his lips back up my neck. “Just think about it.”
I gasped, and he slid another finger inside me. To be honest, the thought of him watching me fuck his friend Sebastian turned me on like crazy. I threaded his hair through my fingers. “Baby, please fuck me again.”
He groaned and pulled down his boxers. He put his hands on my hips and moved me so that he could impale me on his cock. “With pleasure, baby.”
 
 
Excerpt #3
“But I do want to,” I said, hooking my leg over his as I nestled up against him. Brett wanted to take me to a swingers club. We’d talked about it for a few weeks now and while I was no longer the sexually sheltered girl I’d been when he met me, this exploration was new to me. He was good at talking to me about it all though--asking me what I wanted, what my fantasies were. He made me feel comfortable enough to share anything with him.
He’d brought up going the swingers club when recently I’d told him I’d thought about being with a girl while he watched. After he watched me have sex with his friend Sebastian, I thought this was something else hot we could try. I’d never done it before and the idea of doing it while Brett was there made me hot. His kink to watch me was quickly complimented by my newly found kink to be watched. He was on board with me being with another girl; he’d watched me with his best friend for God’s sake. The night I told him about this fantasy, he’d fucked me hard and made me come so many times, I had to finally beg him to stop. Of course then he just fucked me more.
He never made me do anything I wasn’t ready for or didn’t want to do, but since I confessed this, he mentioned going to this swingers club he was a member of more than once. He hadn’t been there since we started dating, but said it would be a good place to safely find what I might be looking for.
I ran my hand down his smooth chest, admiring the tattoos that covered his body. My hand stopped at his nipple, teasing the ring that hung there. I loved his nipple rings, especially flicking them with my tongue. Doing that to him long enough usually drove him to attack me, which was what I was wanted.
He groaned and clutched my hand. “Mmm, ready for more, huh?” he asked with a sly grin.
I was always ready for round two - or three, or more even – with Brett. He’d awakened a sexual hunger in me I had no idea existed. He joked about being my sexual ‘liberator’.
 
My Review: 4 stars

A chance meeting at Starbucks has Lizzie and Brett hitting it off right away
which surprises Lizzie as she normally




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 dates the “safe and boring” type. Brett is far from boring; sexy, ripped, tattooed

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and the owner of a tattoo shop while Lizzie is a corporate accountant and doesn’t have much

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experience when it comes to men. Come along for the ride as Lizzie discovers she has a kinky side,
one Brett helps to bring out, a side that enjoys being watched while engaged in sexual kinkery.


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 Brett loves to watch Lizzie; it’s a big turn on whether she’s pleasing herself or someone else
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Hot and stimulating sexcapades will have you seeking out your own partner!

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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Spotlight: The Sinful Series by Emma Nichols

 
 


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Blurb:

Sin at Sea:

When Alysin decided to surprise her boyfriend at work with dinner, the surprise was on her. Since he was going at it with his secretary on the conference table, she packed a bag and called her BFF. Jolie and Alysin had been traveling the country, working as digital nomads for ten years ever since graduation. Taking this as a sign it was time for a new move, they decided to take a cruise, regroup, and make a plan.

Then she meets Mr. Bedroom Eyes. Following her lead, they pretend to be married so that she can rid herself of the guy who started hitting on her before the boat left the dock. Though it was supposed to be a momentary arrangement, he asks her to take it one step farther. Then another and another. The cruise promises to be memorable in every way that matters. 

Along the way, Alysin learns that she won't have to fake an orgasm if she's with someone who knows what to do, that not all men suck, but the best ones suck really well, and that sometimes what starts out as something pretend, can fast become something completely real. Will the woman who lives life with no regrets, regret that she made that stupid rule about not exchanging names and contact info?

Vixen in Vegas:

It was supposed to be a week of simply being, of living in the moment, and enjoying every minute while it lasted. Of course, that kind of intoxication can have lingering effects. For Sin, she found herself wanting to break all the rules, to extend her time with the stranger who stole her heart. Vegas was just the right kind of place to take such a gamble. Meeting up with BE at the gondolas was a risk. Love went against everything they had promised, but the best things in life can’t be planned.

Soon Alysin will be tested. 

After guarding her heart for so long, she finally let a man in and discovered that the worst things in life happened when she least expected them. When she walked in on BE with another woman and overheard their heated conversation, she suddenly remembered there was a reason she made these rules. 

Will broken rules lead to broken hearts or will she realize that though love was a gamble, she was all in?


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What made her decide to be an erotica author?

Simple.

How else was she going to parlay her two favorite past times into a career?

Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character, Alysin, Sin for short, she doesn't believe in settling or in settling down. She loves to indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping all of life's cliche moments spicy.

Known for her sense of humor, Emma surrounds herself with friends whose antics often become the source of book fodder. Her ideal situation would be to explore the Caribbean

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Cover Reveal: Drift by Steph Campbell & Liz Reinhardt


 
 
Drift (Lengths #5)


Synopsis:
There’s no way Lydia–oldest and most responsible of the tight-knit Rodriguez clan–is going to let her nosy family find out about the uncharacteristic work screw-up that landed her a paid suspension. To keep busy and avoid panic, she enrolls in a life enrichment class. The first guest speaker is a handsome artist with a wicked smile and eyes that melt right through her. Even the “ice princess” can’t help but feel an immediate spark that lights her blood on fire. Isaac Ortiz is unquestionably the sexiest man Lydia has ever met. The talented son of a famous Spanish artist, he’s constantly moving from one new glamorous city to another, working if and when the muse visits him. He also has a stare that makes Lydia’s heart race and hands that look more than capable of making her scream with pleasure. She shouldn’t be attracted to this free-spirit who makes all his own rules–but she is. There’s just one hiccup….Isaac is nineteen. Lydia has lived her entire life firmly inside the box, and being with a younger man is definitely outside the safe confines she enjoys. So why can’t she stay away from him? And why is she seriously considering his proposition to take off to a place she’s never been…just because? When Lydia is invited back to work with a cleared name, she should be overjoyed. But the reality is, Lydia doesn’t know what anchors her life anymore…or if she wants to be anchored at all. Should she travel the world with Isaac? Or continue down the road that she’s worked long and hard to pave for herself? Choosing one means losing the other, and Lydia isn’t sure if she’s ready to drift with the current that’s pulling her by the heart.
 

ABOUT STEPH: Steph Campbell grew up in Southern California, but now calls Southwest Louisiana home. She has one husband, four children and a serious nail polish obsession.

Steph’s works include Delicate, Grounding Quinn and Beautiful Things Never Last; My Heart for Yours and My Fate for Yours (with Jolene Perry); A Toast to the Good Times (with Liz Reinhardt) and the bestselling new adult LENGTHS series with Liz Reinhardt: Lengths, Depths Limits, Ties & Riptides.



ABOUT LIZ: Liz Reinhardt was born and raised in the idyllic beauty of northwest NJ. A move to the subtropics of coastal Georgia with her daughter and husband left her with a newly realized taste for the beach and a bloated sunscreen budget. Right alongside these new loves is her old, steadfast affection and longing for bagels and the fast-talking foul mouths of her youth.

She loves Raisinettes, even if they aren’t really candy, the Oxford comma, movies that are hilarious or feature zombies, any and all books, but especially romance (the smarter and hotter, the better), the sound of her daughter’s incessantly wise and entertaining chatter, and watching her husband work on cars in the driveway.

She is the author of the Brenna Blixen series (Double Clutch, Junk Miles, Slow Twitch) the Youngblood series (Fall Guy, Perfectly Unmatched) and co-writes with the awesome Steph Campbell in the Lengths series (Lengths, Depths, Limits, Ties, Riptides).

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Promo: Save Me from Me by Erika Ashby

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Release Day: December 13, 2013
 
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Synopsis:

Dani refuses to lose another parent due to her absence from their life. After pulling herself back together following the death of her father, she moves back to her childhood town to live with her mom. She’s slowly pulled back into the lifestyle she worked so hard to get away from ten years ago. She accepts that this is the life she has always been destined to live. Getting a job at the store down the road and hooking back up with her first love Gage, seems to be the logical way to go…that is until Holden Reynolds shows up in town. Now that Holden is finally back home from the Navy he plans on following in his father’s footsteps. Still trying to move on from the one woman who had his heart, he busies himself in work and returning to the country boy lifestyle he’s always loved. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone, right? That’s his mindset as he travels town to town with his job perfectly content with being a rambling man…that is until he meets Danielle Brooks. When Dani isn't leaving and Holden isn't staying will they be able to keep themselves from getting too attached? Or will they be just what each other needs to cut all the strings that have them bound? "You can’t save me from me, Holden.” –Dani.”


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Being born an "Army Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her husband. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.

Teaser:

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Chapter 1:

Dani

Who would have thought at twenty-nine years of age this is where I'd be in life? I sure as shit didn't. I didn't expect to lose my dad six months ago and in return lose everything I had going for me. I was a daddy’s girl. The moment he died a piece of me went with him. I was left to pick up the life he had left behind — what little pieces there was left of it. I used that excuse right there to cease what life I had going before to a halt. I left everything to move back into the house my dad left me and my brother TJ — it was a couple towns over from where we grew up; a town he moved to once him and my mom got divorced. Maybe I thought I'd feel closer to him somehow by being surrounded by his stuff. Hell, that's exactly what I thought. But it had the reverse effect. Not only did I feel furthest away from him living in his empty house surrounded by everything him, I felt furthest away from myself. Not only did I lose my dad, I was starting to lose me. I knew my dad would be pissed that I was drowning in sorrow. If he was here he'd say, "Dani Jo, what the hell baby girl. Don't you dare sit around this house letting your life fall to shit. I damn well raised you better than that! Now get the hell up and go get your life back." Knowing that my dad would want me to let go of the pieces I lost of him and pick up mine instead, I moved back to the small town I graduated from. The town I love to hate. The town with stupid drama filled bitches and home to some of my bestest friends. The town with guys you'd love to hate and ones you will always love....and hate. The town where lots of hoes hated me because I didn't put up with their shit. I was the girl that could put a tramp in her place in no time. Not trying to say I was a badass, but I was a badass. Hell, I’m still a badass if I do say so myself. Growing up around my rowdy older brothers and sister, I had no choice but to be tough. I was definitely thankful for my Chuck Norris like skills in high school. Being in Oklahoma, we had some tough as shit Indian chicks that all the bitches were scared of. Everyone except me. Having no job, no money, or a place to stay my only option was going back and living with my mom. Doesn’t sound too bad, right? Wrong, maybe if my mom didn’t let my tweaking ass half-siblings reside there whenever they damn well pleased, then it wouldn’t be a bad set up. Billy and Brandy have always been mooches; must be something they inherited from their own father — maybe the drug habit runs in the blood too. I don’t know if mom is flat out stupid and doesn’t see that they’re doped up, or just turns a blind eye at them afraid to confront the truth. As if hiding the reality of the situation makes it okay. Maybe overlooking that there is an existing problem that needs tending to is much easier than dealing with the repercussion of bringing it up. I hate how they use her, and she just fucking lets them. You try telling her to kick their asses out and she just says, “Now Dani, they have nowhere to go. Just like you.” Rub that salt a little deeper. Just like I need another fucking reminder of how my life has gone to shit. But damn, it’s not like I’m trying to suck the life out of my mom by using her. Seeing the way they run all over her, I realize I’m the only one who truly has her back. I wasn’t there for my dad when he needed me most. Not that he would have admitted he needed me, but damn maybe if I wouldn’t have run off. I could have been around more to make sure he kept his health in check at least. Maybe he would have made some appointments to get the slight pains he was having in his chest checked out. But no, I wasn’t around as much as I should have been, and all his damn “friends” just played it off to stress or muscle spasms. Isn’t your heart a fucking muscle? Yah, that’s what I thought. So, here I am now, living with my mom back in my old room taking a vow to never drop the ball with her as I feel I did with my dad. I’ve accepted the fate that I’m destined to live out — my life in this shitty town. I got to live a good ten years away, and like a vacuum I was sucked back in. I don’t even think about the what if’s anymore. All they do is set you up for failure. They have you always wanting and wishing for more out of life. If you’re always wanting more, you can never be content with what you have. I gave up the good life when my father lost his. This is what my life is now. I’d like to say that I’m just temporarily putting my desires on the back burner until I get my shit together or I know for a fact that my mom will be fine without me around, but that’s not true. Hell, she’s been fine the whole time I’ve been gone, and while I had my breakdown after dad died, but now that I get a firsthand experience to the shit she deals with on a daily basis I’ll be damned if I leave her to deal with it alone. She won’t speak her mind, so I’ll do it for her even if it means more countless fights with my dope whore of a sister. The sister who runs off for days at a time leaving her kids with us to take care of. I’ve been so close to calling Department of Human Services on her nappy ass, but every time I do, my mom begs me not to. Why the fuck does she care what happens to her, the bitch needs to go to jail before I end up going for beating some sense into her ass. As if that is actually possible; it would have happened already. We literally fight at least once a week. She’s losing her touch I have to say. I’m sure it’s the drugs. All they’re good at is making her run her mouth faster than normal, but her reflexes are sloppy these days. She’s up to no good tonight bitching at my mom and I can already tell it’s not going to end well. The bitch doesn’t know how to watch her damn mouth. It’s called respect. There was a song about it. She’s yelling, “Why the hell won’t you let me borrow your damn car? I need to go to the store, it’s not like you need it,” to our mother at the top of her lungs. Nobody yells at my momma…nobody. “You better watch how you talk to mom Brandy. I’m only gonna warn your ass once.” She walks up to me acting like she’s going to bow up to me, “Oh yah Dani? Whatcha gonna do to me lil sis.” She laughs the words out like she actually thinks I won’t keep my word. Oh boy I’m about to get in a fight I can feel it. When she is like this the only way to shut her up is to put her in her place and the only way to put her in her place is with my fist. I sigh, “Do you really want to find out? It always ends the same with your bloody ass on the floor crying. Is that the look you’re going for tonight?” I turn to walk away hoping I had made my point which apparently I didn’t because the trick actually pulls me back by my fucking ponytail. When the hell did she become a coward? Oh wait, it’s nothing new. I can’t help but fall to the ground with the sudden yankage of my hair and she is instantly hovering over me yelling and trying to punch me through my arms that I’m using to protect my face. “Who the hell is on the ground now bitch? It’s not a fucking good look on you either. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are just showing back up here out of the blue thinking you can take over. We’ve been fucking handling shit just fine without your too good ass here.” That was all the motivation I needed. If she would have been smart she would have sat down on me, but since she didn’t I’m able to hike my leg back as much as possible between us and with all my might I kick the shit out of my evil sister. I can’t help the laugh that escapes my bloody lip as I watch her sail across the living room. “Ha! You didn’t expect that did you bitch? If you ever lay a fucking finger on my again I’ll make sure you die with your trusty needle in your arm. Same goes with the way you talk to our mom. You will treat her with nothing but respect. You know how easy it’d be for me to call up DHS on you? I got that shit on speed dial just for special occasions such as this.” She grabs her wrist and whines at me, “You broke my damn wrist. I’m calling the cops.” I laugh as I come out of the bathroom from cleaning my bloodied lip. I grab my purse and keys sitting on the ground next to the couch. “Okay well good luck with that. Go ahead and let them know that you’re coming down and we got into a fight because you didn’t have a ride to go get your next fix. I’m sure they’ll love to hear all about it.” I walk into the kitchen to where mom is making herself a new pot of coffee. She does this at night because being a mother to a bunch of heathens, she likes to make sure she’s up and around if any of them need her in the late hours. Her back is towards me as she just stands there watching the coffee drip into the pot. It smells so good I debate on having a cup with her, but I know I need to get away from this house, from my siblings. “Mom,” I lightly say as I reach for her shoulder. She jumps. Great, I scared my mom. “Sorry about that. I hate how she treats you. I hate how they both treat you. I can’t just sit around and say nothing.” She turns around fully to face me, grabbing both of my shoulders, “I know Dani Jo, but you can’t protect me. I understand that losing your dad has made you feel like you have to protect your loved ones, but no matter how hard you try, things happen that you have no control over. I just want you to be happy and get your life back honey.” She raises up to kiss me since I’m a good four inches taller than her. “I’m gonna go stay the night with TJ.” I give her a weak smile and she just nods. I pay no mind to my crazy ass sister yelling at me on my way out the door. If I let her get to me I’ll end up finishing what she started, and might really end up in jail. Sometimes it’s better to just shut people off even when it’s so damn hard. I jump into my truck that my dad left for me and crank the engine. It’s loud and rumbles to life beneath me. My dad had a lift kit installed knowing that I have always wanted a jacked up truck. I feel so delicate in it; the way I sit so high above everyone else is a feeling that I love. I pull out my phone and call TJ. Unlike my other two siblings, he’s got his shit together. Hell, unlike me as well. TJ is my go to man whenever I’m down. The only man I can count on now since our dad died. Anytime I need him, he’s by my side no questions asked…and tonight I’m desperate for his company. “Dannnnnniiiii Jo,” He drags out my name, “What’s happening sister?” I hear the loud music in the background and have a pretty good clue where he is. “Depending on if you’re back home, I’m heading your way.” He’s got a really good job these days working out of state. I miss having him closer to me, but unlike me, the way he deals with things is by getting away. And since he lives in our dad’s old house, it’s easier for him to travel around. Everyone deals with pain differently. I’m still trying to figure out the best way for me. “Yeah I’m home. Go ahead and meet us at the bar.” “Be there in forty-five.” I put my truck in drive and head for tonight’s distraction from reality.

Holden

All I’ve ever wanted is a fucking break. A fucking break from life and all the mundane shit it entails. I’d like to say I’ve been living life for me the last ten years, but I’m the only one who knows that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Maybe I was until my cousin ended up with my best friend who I was secretly in love with. The cousin who pushed me away after graduation because he obviously felt I was a threat. Call it what you will, but that’s when I started pushing my wants to a place of inexistence. What I wanted didn’t matter anymore. Did I want to join the Navy soon after graduation…was that ever a life goal or plan I had had? No flipping way. I was strongly encouraged to book it out of town and I gladly did since I wasn’t too sure how my heart would handle being rubbed in to the joyful couple’s happiness. I had doubts that my cousin would be good enough for Jesika. I had thought no one would be good enough for her…except me that is. Ten years ago I scrammed and got lost just like I was told to and two years ago I returned. I returned knowing my cousin wasn’t around to keep me from the one woman I had ever loved. It was pretty fucking wrong on my part to think I could come swooping back in after he died and pick up where me and her left off and tell her my feelings, but she had already moved on anyways. Lucky bastard. But honestly I couldn’t be happier with her choice because through all the bull shit, Jesika will always be one of my closest friends and I want what’s best for her even if it isn’t me. But whatever, I’m done living in the past. I’d like to say I’m living for me now, but that’s not the fullest truth either. Working for my dad has never been a dream of mine. It was a dream of his and like a genie his wish was finally granted. Yeah the money’s good and the work is hard, but it’s not me. An oilfield worker/pipeliner or whatever job title I have for the day is not what I want for the rest of my life, even if it’s what my dad wants to leave for me one day. No, this is temporary. This is what I do for now, until I find something else. Until something comes to me that I can’t shake. When that day comes I’ll be screaming Hallelujah and hopefully booking it with the whole father/son relationship still fully intact. Later, Pops. So here I am now driving me and my new buddy to our next destination…our new home for a while since this is a big job we’re headed to. He’s definitely not the best driving companion to have. He won’t stay up for shit and on top of that he snores. I can’t even drown him out with the damn radio and I sure as hell can’t get much thinking done with the croaking noises coming out of his mouth. It seriously sounds like he inhaled a frog and it’s lodged in his throat. I pull into some dinky Motel 6 and throw the truck in park. It’s not like hotel options are grand in the towns we end up working in and it’s not like our weekly per diem pays us enough to live like rock stars either. I smack Rusty’s arm startling him awake before I open my door to get out. “Wake up you snorin’ bastard. You’re damn lucky I didn’t have a pillow or anything else to suffocate your ass with.” “Quit trying to play tough, Holden. You like me too much to kill me.” “More like I like freedom too much.” I tease. “Ha! And you call this freedom?” He’s got me there. “Close enough. Plus, I don’t have to worry about dropping the soap with you around.” I joke. “You are damn fucking straight about that brother. Your asshole is safe around me.” You see my buddy here is a bit on the homophobic side. I don’t know why and I don’t really care to know. It’s not like he gets hit on by guys. Hell, I’m better looking than him and I don’t either. The truth is gay guys aren’t just going to walk up to you and try to get you naked. Sometimes small town mentalities make people think all crazy — damn bible-belter’s. But just like I don’t judge gays, I’m not judging my new buddy. It’s much easier to just be easy going. I’m not one to run towards conflict and in fact I usually try to re-direct it. It’s not because I’m a pussy and can’t deal, it’s just because I’ve always tried to be the peacemaker. Which is mostly why I’m even here today. We make our way into our room and I throw my bag on the floor next to my bed and fall back first onto my bed. It’s stiff as a three day old carcass. What I’d give for a soft damn bed and a non-scratchy comforter. I swear these things feel like a mixture between wool and a brillo pad. “You’d think these places could at least afford mattresses that don’t feel like they are filled with center blocks and blankets that won’t exfoliate you while you sleep.” “What I wonder is how do you even know what exfoliate is?” Rusty laughs. “I mean, I have three sisters and had no choice but to learn about all the foo foo shit they do, but you, you’re an only child, right?” He asks. “Dude, you don’t have to be a fucking chick to know about stuff chicks do. I’m sure plenty of guys actually do exfoliate.” “Yeah and I’m sure they tan and get pedicures as well while totally defiling their man card.” “There are plenty of straight guys that care that much about their appearances too, you know?” “Yeah, I’m starting to think you’re one of those guys.” He teases as he throws his pillow at me. “Fuck you man.” I toss it back nailing him in the face. “Nice arm, bro. And you said you never played any sports.” “Besides in my backyard with my cousin, I never did.” I remember playing catch with Jake when he’d come over. He was desperate for the companionship since he never got it at home. We both got to experience different aspects at each other’s houses growing up. It was kind of like living the best of both worlds. I’d go over to his house and be in video game heaven, and he’d come to mine and be in outdoor country boy heaven. “Anyways, what are we doing tonight?” I ask. “I guess we can drive around and look for a bar. I wouldn’t mind getting fucking laid tonight.” I really wouldn’t mind either. It’s been a good minute. When I first took off on the road I went a little crazy with it. Trying to get Jesika and the past years outta my mind. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Wrong. I’m slowly realizing sleazing around doesn’t help you get over people or circumstances, it’s time that does. Does that mean I don’t still sleep around and get any when the getting is good? No. I’m a fucking man. And usually a horny one at that. I’m not fucking stupid though and I always play it safe, but it doesn’t’ mean I can’t have fun. “Okay, get ready and we’ll grab something to eat first and then see what this town has to offer.” “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Let’s see what kind of pussy this town has to offer.” He waggles his brows at me. “Dude, I was talking about food and drinks. But you’re a crazy fuck, so pussy probably fits under that category for you.” “Damn straight. It’s a fucking meal and beverage all in itself.”    


Monday, September 16, 2013

Promo Blitz: Wolf Creek Enforcer by Jo Ellen




Wolf Creek Enforcer - Mega PROMO Blitz
By Jo Ellen
Paranormal Romance
Date Published: 6/27/2013


 Ian is the head enforcer for his pack. Something is pulling at him until he hits the road, looking for his mate. He finds Melanie, a free spirit hitchhiking in New Mexico. Once he gets her to his home in East Texas, he has to protect her from a wizard who wants her for her magical abilities. Melanie couldn't wait to explore this feeling that led her to take to the highway. Finding Ian was more than she could have hoped for. The difficult part would be telling him of her family's legacy and the job she was entrusted with.



EXCERPT

 “Baby?  Come on, wake up.  I’ve got you.”

Ian maneuvered his body to where he could sit on the shelf.  He didn’t notice the cold mud against his backside.  Holding her in his lap, he ran a finger down her jaw.  She was burning up, her face flushed.  While her body was pale, her face was not. 

Ian stiffened when he saw the bruising on her cheek.  He was going to kill that fucking wizard.  

He had to get her out of there and to a doctor, fast.  Something wasn’t right.  She could not get this sick from a virus so quickly.  Then again, what the hell did he know?  He was not a doctor.  His mind was swimming.  Kill the bastard later, he had to get Melanie to a hospital.

Ian howled for Devlin.  “Tear this den apart so I can get her out of here.”  No way would he take her down into the water. 

While Devlin worked, Ian spoke softly to her.  “You have to wake up, Babe.  I cannot live without you.  Come on, babe, I love you.”  He gently kissed her lips. 

“I’m not sleeping beauty,” Melanie growled.  Her voice was rough with fatigue.  “That’s two, Fluffy.” 

Hearing his pack, he shouted, “Help Devlin tear this den apart, we’re sitting on a shelf above the waterline.”  

The guys made quick work of removing the sticks and debris the beavers had used to build their home. 

Melanie had trouble keeping her eyes open, she felt horrible.  Something was wrong, she could feel it throughout her body.  This was not the common cold virus or flu.  The best description she could come up with was that she felt contaminated.  She was so weak she could barely keep her eyes open.

Feeling the sun on her face, she squinted and saw seven naked men standing in the water.  As weak as she was, she could not leave well enough alone.

“I must be dead, cause I see seven naked men surrounding me.  Cool,” with that, she passed out.


About the Author

Jo Ellen

Jo Ellen is the mother of three, two in college and one in high school. Before becoming a stay at home mom, she worked for a publishing company dealing with trademarks. She has always loved books in almost any genre. Her favorite being romance, but a couple of books she enjoyed were "With Malice Toward None" and "The Right Stuff." She stays busy with her writing and taking care of her family, which, besides her husband and children, includes a dog, two cats, a bearded dragon, and one koi in the backyard pond. Jo Ellen loves baseball, professional and amateur, and of course watching her son play in high school. Breast cancer slowed her down somewhat, but now that her chemo and radiation are finished, she is looking forward to getting her writing back on track. Her Wolf Creek series are contemporary romance, supernatural/fantasy books about werewolves, witches, shifters, mates, druids and wizards. 

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Sunday, September 15, 2013

The Fetish Queen, Part One: Reborn by Nicole Camden

 
Erotica sensation Nicole Camden, author of THE FETISH BOX, shares the covers for
her new Erotica Serialization THE FETISH QUEEN, coming this spring from Pocket Star!

 
 
 
 
 


by Nicole Camden (Apr 21, 2014)

 
 
FETISH QUEEN, PART ONE: REBORN Nicole Camden's new erotica serialization stars a blonde bombshell heroine who's newly single and ready to discover what The Fetish Box sex shop has to offer her...






 
 by Nicole Camden (Apr 28, 2014)
 
 

 
 
 
by Nicole Camden (May 5, 2014)
 
 
 
“I love my new book covers! The Fetish Queen, the second set of stories surrounding a fetish shop in Florida (which started with The Fetish Box), has a true diva for a heroine and the first cover, with the heels and sunglasses, captures her spirit perfectly. The other two, well, let’s just say that she finds herself entangled with a handsome Irish bartender on more than one occasion!” –Nicole Camden