Saturday, January 18, 2014

Release Blitz: Lotus Petals by Brantwijn Serrah



 

New Release!!

 
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Title: Lotus Petals
Author : Brantwijn Serrah
Genre: Paranormal/Historical/Erotic Romance
Audience: Adult
Formats: E-book
Publisher: Breathless Press
Cover By: Victoria Miller
Editor: Jayne Wolf
Pages: 235 pages
Expected Date of Publishing:  
Jan 17, 2014
 
 
 
 
 
Blurb-
Aijyn, human slave to a ruthless vampire Lord, would never dare do anything to incur his wrath. Then, she fell in love... with his bride.
 
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Excerpt-
Three vampires rested in the room occupied by the captain of the daimyo’s hunting party—all three of them awoke instantly when the little human oiran threw back the screen, shouting at them in furious Japanese. Without waiting for them to move, she strode boldly across the little space to come eye-to-eye with the captain himself as he struggled to come to his feet. At first they were so stunned by the mortal’s appearance none of the three knew what to do: Kazuo, the captain, finally registered her shrill accusations.
"You would poison the daimyo’s honored guest?" she shouted at him. "You would drug her with octopus venom and then humiliate her?"
Coming to his senses—they were slower in the daytime, vampires—Kazuo brought his hands down on her shoulders and lifted her off her feet. The sudden movement reminded her she had stepped into a tiger’s den—she stiffened in his grasp and sucked in a fearful breath.
"Since when does the human come into my rooms uninvited?" he snarled. Fear shook her—she fully expected he would hurt her, and rightfully so—but she did not give off.
"Rhiannon Donovan has drunk the venom of the blue-ring octopus," she said, her voice quavering but still strong. "Your huntsmen use it to paralyze and kill—one of them drugged the human she hunted, and she swallowed it with his blood!"
"You dare charge my men with such a disgraceful act? And for a gaijin slut?"
"What’s going on here?"
Kazuo looked up; his two servants followed his glance. In the doorway stood Nagisa, tall and elegant, wrapped in the gauzy silk of her azure sleeper’s yukata—she, too, must have been roused by the sound of Aijyn’s screams. Her cold eyes regarded each of them carefully.
"Aijyn," she said, the curiosity in her tone edged with danger. "What do you mean by disturbing the captain during his daytime rest?"
Kazuo shot a dangerous and warning glare at the human oiran, but Aijyn ignored it, desperate with fear.
"Nagisa-sama, the Councilwoman’s noble emissary was betrayed last night during the hunt," she said quickly; she’d never imagined one day it might be Nagisa, of all people, to save her from the fangs of an angry vampire.
"Rhiannon drank the blood of a human poisoned with octopus venom, and now she lies in her rooms injured and sick. They took her hair, Nagisa-sama! They’ve shorn her like a...like a rag boy!"
Nagisa’s poisonous eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line like the blade of a knife.
"Kazuo," she said, the word like a stone dropping into an empty well. "Put Aijyn down."
Kazuo stared, incredulous, at the graceful tayu. When he did not immediately comply, Nagisa strode into the room and grabbed him by the throat.
"Why, Kazuo-san," she growled sweetly. "I had no idea you had already become so bored with immortality. Seventy-three years, if I recall, and already you wish for our master to release your soulless carcass into oblivion."
Amazingly, Kazuo slowly backed down, quietly letting Aijyn go while his eyes remained furiously on Nagisa. His servants watched with silent awe as Nagisa continued, never breaking her hold on the captain’s neck.
"Aijyn-chan, you are surely aware you will suffer greatly, should this accusation prove false," the tayu said.
"I am quite sure of it, Nagisa-sama," Aijyn replied, bowing low. "I have heard the captain and his hunting party speak of the blow-darts they use to sting their human prey with the toxin. Kazuo-san has said the poison stings kin-born vampires as well; I am quite sure Rhiannon has swallowed it, and what reduced her to helplessness while her clothes were torn and her hair cut off."
"Please return to the rooms of our guest. Attend to her carefully—be sure these men did not force themselves on her body, as well. I will deal with Kazuo, and send word to the daimyo of this dishonorable conduct."
Aijyn felt cold all through her, and a dizzy giddiness swept through her mind. She had not even considered what she did—storming into one of the vampire’s nests!—and now she felt weak in the stomach. How had she even survived it?
Nagisa’s words echoed in her head: make sure the men had not forced themselves on Rhiannon’s body. How could she not have considered it or checked for signs of it, to see if Rhiannon had also been raped by these monsters?
"Aijyn-chan," Nagisa said again. Shaken from her daze, she nodded. Then she slipped quickly out of the room and found herself running, again, for Rhiannon.
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clip_image010[4]About the Author –
Sometime in early 2009, Brantwijn Serrah ran across an erotic novel in her local Barnes and Noble, and fell in love with the gorgeous geisha pictured on the cover. Sad to say, the book didn't live up to expectations. After one too many iterations of the phrase "his most honorable penis", Brantwijn decided to write her own story instead. The idea for Lotus Petals, the tale of a geisha seduced into the world of vampires, was born.
When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching Futurama, Claymore or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.
In addition to Lotus Petals, Brantwijn has had several stories published in anthologies by Breathless Press, including the 2013 Crimson Anthology and 2014 Ravaged Anthology.  She's also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm, and hopes to have several more tales to tell as time goes on.  She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.
 
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Friday, January 17, 2014

Author Spotlight: Consensual by Katherine Rhodes

 

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Twitter: @Mistress_KayR





Blurb:

From the moment he laid eyes on Emmy Westerly, Nathaniel wanted her in his life. He would have done anything to get her there and keep her there. Nathaniel found himself quickly pulled into Emmy’s dark world of whips and blindfolds, kink and submission, intrigued by the not only the thrill of it, but by the enigma that led Emmy there as well.

 

Emmy couldn’t resist Nathaniel Walsh. She couldn’t deny the electricity between them, the utter animal magnetism she felt for him. Emmy was mystified by someone as honest and uncomplicated as Nathaniel allowing her to lead him into the dark. She adored having him at the tip of her lash.

 

But Emmy had secrets - deep, cruel truths - that had lead her to Club Imperial, and staying with Nathaniel would mean telling him everything. He wasn't ready for that.

 

Neither was she.
 
 
 
Paperback B&N: http://goo.gl/E5G6et
 

 
Excerpt:

Emmy rolled over and realized the bed was empty. She was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be. She didn’t know if she was really surprised or disappointed. She’d never shared a bed with the guys she had been with in it. Even with Dan, she’d kick him out or would leave his room. Always alone. More room to stretch out. And she didn’t have to sleep with a bra on.

 

She hadn’t really intended to tell Nathaniel all she had last night. Too much too soon, and he probably freaked and ran. Couldn’t blame him; he had a good childhood with people who cared and loved him. He didn’t have to run over 500 miles away to get away from them. He didn’t need to whip and flog and tie people up to deal with his life.

Mmm, tying him up…

 

She sat up and saw her clothes were neatly folded on a chair. Nathaniel’s were nowhere to be seen. She threw her legs over the edge of the bed, and saw the condom and wrapper were gone. Standing, she went into the bathroom. The vibrator was back on its shelf in the shower and the stall had that ‘recently used’ scent of moisture to it.

 

Emmy used the toilet and walked over to wash her hands, and as she was drying them she stopped.

Someone was cooking bacon.

She grabbed the towel robe hung on the back of the door, and tossed it on, stepping out of the bedroom and walking down the short hall. The wonderful smell of bacon wafted at her, and the snap of it in a pan surprised her. She turned the corner to enter the galley kitchen.

 

Nathaniel was standing there in a pair of sweats and nothing else. His back was toward her, and he was dancing to the low sound of an iPod on the dock there. What the… She didn’t own an iPod dock. She always just used the massive sounds system. The upbeat sound of the song clearly had him enthralled.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He spun around, startled. “Crap, Emmy, don’t scare me like that.”

“I thought you left.”

“I just ran to the store,” he said, turning down the music. “I had to borrow your key. You have nothing in this house to eat, do you know that?”

“I don’t really cook,” she said. “Every time I do, I burn shit.”

“Well, you have some now,” he said, pulling open the fridge. “Fruits, veggies, orange juice, cranberry juice, eggs, bread, deli meats.” She leaned around and peered in. The fridge had more food than she’d seen in months. He looked at her. “Your spices are bad too. I had to buy you salt, pepper and some basics.”

She was confused. “You went to the grocery store? In what?”

“Oh, I threw on the pants and shirt from the suit. I hope you don’t mind, but I used your washer. I put your dress in too. Popped into Macy’s for these sweats and some underwear, and the iPod dock. I took a shower when I got back and then started on breakfast.”

Emmy laughed. “You’ve done more before ten a.m. than most people do in a whole day.”

“Well, we needed breakfast.” He shrugged.

“That’s two firsts for you,” she said.

 

It was his turn to look confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You are the first I’ve ever invited to sleep in my bed, and you’re the first who’s ever made me breakfast.” She walked around and hopped up on the barstool. “I really thought you were gone.” She tried to make the statement as emotionless as possible. She didn’t want to get her feelings tangled up in this. Lie.

 

He flipped an egg in the pan. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it,” he said. “But I have a lot to consider. I don’t want to run. I’ve never run from anything before, and you have me intrigued, madam.” He glanced over his shoulder at her, and looked back at the pan. “I’d like to see what you can do with that tie.”

She looked at him as he glanced over his shoulder again. “That depends,” she said.

He turned around. “On what?”

“On if you plan on wearing it again.” She smiled.

“With a threat like that…yes, I do.”

She was surprised. He was interested. Oh, to have this delicious man cede control to me. Brakes, Em. One thing at time; consent, introduction, training, then…then maybe. But she wasn’t going to push anything right at the moment.

“What did you think of the vanilla?” he asked quietly, turning over another egg.

“Thoroughly enjoyable.” She smiled. “You’re quite skilled with that toy. Where did you learn your little tricks?”

 

She watched his muscles ripple as he shrugged. “I had a girlfriend years ago. Never orgasmed. Couldn’t, apparently. I surprised her with one of those one night and I had her screaming my name.”

Emmy heard the old anger in his voice. “What happened?”

“She cheated on me,” he said, slamming the knife into the cantaloupe and chopping it clean in half.

Oh, he has a temper.

“I found out two weeks before I was going to take her to Italy and propose to her on Lake Como.” He paused and hacked the offending fruit in half again. “I was going the lay the world at her feet, and she packed up and left for some two-bit bank manager in Beaver. Who, incidentally, was married with two children.”

“Sorry,” she said. “I didn't mean to bring up bad memories.”

 

He gave a one-shouldered-shrug as he hacked into the other half of the cantaloupe. “Done. Gone. Long since over it.”

“I'm sure that poor melon would disagree.”
He laughed, breaking the serious turn the conversation had taken. “Oh.” He looked up. “I hope you like cantaloupe.”
 
 
About this author:

Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature from Montclair State University and a pen name, Katherine Rhodes has set her mind to writing erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun.
A lackadaisical laundry goddess, expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature, she resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.
 
 
 

 
 

Teaser: Used by Lynetta Halat

 
Expected publication: January 19, 2014
I am a slut. No worries. I've come to terms with it, and you will too. I’m not one of those girls who thinks she’s too plain, too fat, too skinny, too shy … no, I don’t have that kind of luck. I’m the girl who knows she’s just right for everyone. — Denver

A reputation as a manwhore–with–a–heart–of–gold tends to precede me. But, I don’t do girls with issues, that is until this girl. It's this girl I want to fix. This girl I want to protect. And maybe … more. — Ransom

Being in love with the same girl your entire life isn't all it's cracked up to be. She uses me in every way imaginable. How does she see me? I am her perpetual one- night stand. No strings, no attachments. Just mind-numbing sex ... for her anyway. — Greer

Feeling like the life is being choked out of her in the small town of Anaconda, Montana, Denver Dempsey craves the escape that college offers … even if that means leaving her “best friend with benefits” and looking for a new way to forget. Thinking she's found the perfect hookup in Ransom, Denver's outlook on college is bright. That is, until Greer shows up looking for a second chance, and Ransom's interest turns to hatred.

Love. Hate. Triangle.

Who's using who?





 


Excerpt from Used Release Date 1/19



“I really don’t understand what you see in a slut like me, Greer.” His eyes flash, but I don’t let him argue with me. “But I am grateful.” And on that note, I bring his lips to mine. It’s been so long since we’ve tasted each other. We’ve been “seeing” each other for two weeks. Sweet, platonic dates that have ended with a sexually frustrated Denver.

I moan the instant our lips meet. I meant it to be a quick, reassuring, friendly kiss, since we agreed to refrain from that physical side of our relationship for a while, but my body has other ideas. She knows who’s been responsible for her pleasure in the past, and she wants some of that now.

Threading my fingers through his curls, I pull him in and shift my mouth, fitting my lips to his. My tongue darts out to tease his bottom lip, and he opens for me. “Oh, Greer,” I murmur before teasing him lightly. He’s so wet and so delicious. His now hard length rests against my thigh, and I groan. Oh, I want him. I want him now. “Greer, I want you,” I whisper against his lips before kissing him lightly. “Have you been with anyone else?” I screw my eyes tight because I hope not, but I would understand—we all have needs.

He stiffens against me for a second before he whispers gruffly, “Hell, no. Denver, you’re it for me, you know that.” His tongue tangles with mine, searching, destroying. He pulls back and utters, “I want you too. So bad.”

“Let’s go somewhere,” I coax. “There are lots of little trails for us to go get lost on.”

“Mmm … how ‘bout I make you feel good right here?” He nips at my bottom lip. “Right now?”

“What?” I breathe through my haze. “We might get caught.” He recaptures my lips with his and works me over with his tongue. Suddenly I’m reminded of the time we sneaked off during our prom. Oh my God. It was … mind-blowing. The thrill of getting caught. The thrill of our dates waiting for us in the ballroom of the hotel while we fu*ked each other hard, up against a wall in the housekeeping closet. Yes, please. I want that.</ div>
I’m jerked from my thoughts as he pulls me from the truck bed. I latch my legs around his waist, not certain where we are going, but along for the ride, nevertheless. He doesn’t take me far. His truck is farthest from the little party on the creek. He doesn’t open the door though. Just pins me to the truck and lets me slide down, drops one of my legs, and pulls the other high on his hip. He nudges my free leg between his and squeezes me tight.

“You ready? Hold on,” he commands before I can answer.

“What? What are you doing?”
“Trust me,” he says, as he buries his mouth in the hollow of my throat. His hands slide into my back pockets, grasping and squeezing. “We promised. No touching like that. No sex. Even though I can’t wait to be inside you again, this is gonna have to do.” He drops his forehead on mine. Those fiery eyes meet mine, igniting a blaze. “The best non-fu*k fu*k of your life.” And those words douse it with kerosene, creating an inferno. A tremble works its way through me, and I almost come right then.    
 
(All rights reserved. Copyright 2014 by Lynetta Halat)


For as long as she can remember, Lynetta Halat has lived to read and has written countless stories and plays since she was a young girl.
A teacher by day and an avid reader and closet writer by night, she has always dreamt of penning books that people could connect with and remember; and her first novel, Every Rose, is the perfect catalyst to launch her into the world of publishing.
Her love of the English language prompted her to pursue a master's degree in English from Old Dominion University in Virginia.
A self-proclaimed “Coast Girl,” she lives in Mississippi with her adorable husband, two amazing sons, and two loveable dogs. She is currently at work on her second book.

 
 
 









Cover Reveal: Uncomplicated A Vegas Girl's Tale by Dawn Robertson & Jo-Anna Walker



Blurb:

Three days a week I work your everyday nine-to-five. The paperwork is never-ending. The pay is mediocre, and the office drama is simply intolerable. But the other four days a week, I am my own boss.

My name is Jennifer Sunshine and I am a Vegas Call Girl.
My clients range from frat boys on spring break to multimillionaire business men with stuffy wives and less than ideal equipment.

I don’t have a daddy-complex or some kind of sob story.
I don’t need the money, but it is nice.
The only thing I crave is the exhilarating feeling I get from being in control of something. Anything.

My life is uncomplicated, simple even.
That was until he bulldozed his way into my life, and everything changed.
Overnight he makes me realize how much I truly need him.

About Jo-Anna Walker:


I'm a new self-published author who just got introduced to the writing world early 2013. My aunt suggested that I write a story because I'm an avid reader but I waved it off and left it alone. Well this year, a story came to me and I went with it. It took me a little bit but I finally got a story idea that worked and now I can't stop or control the characters/stories that keep popping up in my head.

I'm born and raised in Canada and I live with my very wonderful and supportive husband, Michael. We don't have any children (yet) unless you count our cat. My hubby been my rock through this whole new experience for me. I couldn't have done it without him and my friends and family.

One of the many things I love about this new chapter in my life is that I'm learning constantly. It's never a dull moment and as long as one person likes my story, I am happy.


About Dawn Robertson:


Dawn Robertson is a twenty-something indie erotic romance, and mother. She lives in sunny senior citizen packed Florida, where she wrangles her kids, and Pitbull puppy.

Dawn can normally be found swearing like a sailor, making late night drive-thru appearances, arguing with her kids (or being run over by their power wheels), reading a steamy romance while hiding in her bathroom, writing her little heart out on her laptop (or dragging her Macbook to the Genius bar praying they can save her latest work in progress), or sipping on a smoothie. She loves to hear from her fans, readers, and authors alike. Feel free to drop her a message.

Dawn rarely takes life seriously, so be sure to expect heavy sarcasm from her. She is also the life of the party, so be sure to meet up with her at one of the many author events she will be attending in the next couple months. Buy her a shot of whiskey, and she will love you for life.


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Thursday, January 16, 2014

Cover Reveal: Then There Was You by Melanie Dawn


Title: Then There Was You 
(So Much It Hurts Series Book Two)
Author: Melanie Dawn 
Cover Artist: B Design
Cover Photographers: Positively Posh Photography
Hosted by: The Book Avenue



Chris King never saw it coming…

In some ways, closing the book on my first love was the worst day of life. I was gutted, and yet I was completely at peace with my decision. I walked away knowing that I did what was best for her, unsure if I could ever recover. Little did I know that one concert would change the entire course of my life. There I stood, signing autographs and snapping pictures with fans when a familiar face in the crowd catapulted my mind back in time—Salem Honeycutt, once a balm to my pain and a calm in my storm. Yet again, her smiling face gave me hope. Only one question remained: did she still see me as a wayward teenage boy who was completely off limits, or could she see the man I'd become…focused and driven, yearning for another chance at love?

For Salem Honeycutt, postpartum bliss seemed like a lie...

No one told me that I’d hate my baby when I brought her home from the hospital. No one told me that I’d want to put a pillow over my husband’s head and smother him in his sleep. No one told me that I’d want to slap every person who gave me the ever-so-cliché advice to ‘cherish every moment.’ No one told me that I’d despise my life the minute I became a mother, but I did. Then I met Chris King, the kid who made me want to pull myself up from the dark recesses of my mind and face each day. This kid, whose passion for life and talent for music, touched my soul deeper than I could ever touch his. Chris gave me a reason to live. I was once affectionately known as Mrs. H., Chris’s juvenile detention counselor. This is our story.


Melanie Dawn is a thinker, a dreamer, and a hopeless romantic. When her head isn't in the clouds, she spends her time as a jack of all trades to her family. Melanie resides in the hills of North Carolina with her husband, her three children, and her cat. She enjoys lazy summer afternoons cruising around the lake on the pontoon boat with her family. 

Melanie graduated from UNC-Chapel Hill with a BA in Psychology and earned her MA in School Counseling from Appalachian State University. She spent the first six years after graduate school as a middle school counselor. Those were years she deems as some of the best years of her life. That is, until she had children of her own. The last seven years have been spent as a stay-at-home mom. She has learned some tough life lessons, like what the inner absorbent pellets of a diaper look like scattered in the washing machine. She has also learned the strength of the willpower of a two year old lacking a nap. Through it all, Melanie has learned how to roll with the punches and appreciate the time she has been able to spend at home with her children. 

Now that her last child has started Kindergarten, Melanie is ready to add a new chapter in her life. That chapter begins with her debut novel—So Much It Hurts.


Cover Reveal: Something More by Jenna Tyler


 



Cover Designed by Robin Harper @ Wicked by Design 


Rebecca Michaels has finally grown tired of her monotonous life and is ready to make a drastic change.  Now that her daughter, Charlie, is away at college, there has never been a more perfect time to make it happen. 

Packing up and leaving behind all she's ever known, she eagerly ventures out in search of what the world, outside of this dull town, has in store for her. 

When she first encounters Andrew Chambers, a mysteriously sexy and seemingly wealthy stranger, she doesn't think she will ever stand a chance with someone like him.  Little does she know just how wrong she is or how fierce an attraction the two of them would immediately share.  Although, lavish attention and on-demand orgasms are not something she's going to complain about, the speed and intensity with which Andrew pursues her is almost more than she can handle. 

Rebecca Michaels wanted an adventure, but the one that awaits her isn't necessarily what she had in mind.











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