COVER REVEAL/Giveaway: Illicit Affairs

Illicit Affairs:

Illicit Affairs is a compilation of three erotic tales with women giving into 

their darkest desires and pursuing the forbidden.

Authors: JO Matthews, Bec Rose, & N.J. Cole
Genre: Erotica
Expected Release Date: 9.13.2013

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Unexpected Journey 

by Jo Matthews

Sarah thought she met her soul mate in Mitch Chandler. High school sweethearts, they married right after graduation. Eight years later, he is a stranger to her and their marriage is on the rocks. In a halfhearted attempt to placate her, Mitch suggests a trip to Hawaii, but schedules a business meeting to write off the expense.

Aaron Johnson, Mitch’s friend and business partner, agrees to help with the presentation and plans are made for all three to go. What happens when Mitch backs out at the last minute to spend a romantic weekend with his secretary, forcing Aaron’s hand so that he has to accompany Sarah alone?

Will an innocent friendship turn into something more as Aaron’s attraction for Sarah grows? How will Sarah manage when she realizes that Aaron is awakening feelings in her that she’s never felt before? The sexual tension burns hot as these two embark on an unexpected journey that neither are prepared for.

Excerpt:

“I want you, Sarah. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock while I fuck you. Are you ready for that…for me?” As he was talking, he was tearing a condom open and sliding it over his erection.

“Yes,” I whimpered as I clenched my legs together to gain some much needed friction.

My one word answer seemed to be enough of a response because he moved between my legs and pushed them farther apart. “God, you’re perfect,” he complimented as his eyes drank in my naked pussy. “Every part of you is beautiful.”

He licked his lips and I couldn’t help but moan. Remembering exactly what his tongue could do, I tried to squeeze my legs together. He wasn’t having any of that, though, because he pinned them in place. “Please, Aaron, fuck me already. I need to feel you,” I begged. Was it shameless? Maybe. Did I care in that moment? Hell no. The only thing I cared about was having him inside me.

“Mmm, such a dirty mouth, Baby. I’ll make sure to put that to good use later,” he teased as he moved to hover over me. “But for now, this pussy is what I’m interested in.” His words got me even wetter, and the anticipation of feeling him inside me had me at my boiling point.

Luckily, the wait was over and he lined himself up with my entrance. Looking directly in my eyes, he slowly slid his length inside me, giving me time to adjust. When our hips met and I thought he was in as far as he could go, he thrust just a little harder. “Oh, God…so fucking full…fuck!”

He started to move within me, and with each thrust it felt like he went deeper. The feeling was heavenly, and I couldn’t imagine it getting any better. I was wrong. Oh, how I was wrong. I had only ever had sex lying flat on my back, so when Aaron grabbed my left leg and lifted it up onto his shoulder, I was a little leary—at least until he thrust his hips forward, hitting me so deep it felt like he was in my stomach. “So fucking tight, Baby. Ungh, does that feel good?”

“Yesssss…oh, God, yes!” I panted as he continued to thrust in and out of me. “Oh fuck! Please don’t stop.”
Before I knew what was happening, my right leg was up on his other shoulder and he was leaning down. I wasn’t aware I was still so flexible, but the way my knees were touching my shoulders proved otherwise. The new position also allowed Aaron to penetrate me deeper, and within three thrusts, I was clenching around him and screaming through another orgasm.

“That’s it, Baby. Squeeze my cock. Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m not…ugh…gonna last.” His movements became erratic, and he sat up on his knees, grabbed my hips, and held me in place as he slammed into me twice more before stilling and collapsing on top of me.

I was breathing hard but feeling euphoric. Nothing could bring down my high. “That was um…good,” I giggled.

Moving off of me slightly, Aaron leaned down and kissed me hard. When he pulled back, he smirked. “Just good? I guess I’ll have to try again.”

About the Author:

Jo Matthews is an Arizona native, where she lives with her husband and son. A stay-at-home mom since 2007, she only recently discovered her love and passion for the written word. When she’s not writing, she’s usually knee deep in editing—an aspect she thoroughly enjoys. 

As an editor she has propelled quite a few authors into the published world, and with her skills, has landed several stories on Amazon’s Top Sellers lists. 

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Hot Summer Nights 
by Bec Rose

Annie Murphy had the picture perfect life. A beautiful home, a wonderful son, and a husband who adored her. It was every woman’s dream until her husband of over twenty years came out of the closet, leaving her a forty-five year old divorcee struggling to regain her confidence. Needing a distraction, she agrees to allow her son’s friend, Jamie, to spend the summer at her house while working as an intern. When Jamie, the cute female intern she’d been expecting turns out to be Jaime, the hot male intern with abs to drool over, it kicks Annie’s fantasies into overdrive. When she realizes that her desires are not one sided, it’s more than the temperature that causes some hot summer nights.

Excerpt:

She kept her eyes on mine as she knelt down in front of me. I nearly came just at the sight of her down there, but needed to hold it together. I started thinking about some god-awful things just to keep my composure, not wanting to look like the novice. 

Annie licked her lips before she took her eyes off mine and focused her attention on my swollen cock. I don’t think I had ever been that hard before in my life. When she leaned forward, she grinned to herself before licking my cock from tip to base. My body shuddered and I needed to hold on to the railing beside me to stop myself from crumbling to the floor in pleasure. 

“Fuck, Annie! God, please.” I was begging for her mouth to be wrapped around my cock, and even if this was the first and last time we would be together, just the memory of her in this position would give me reason enough to jerk off for months to come. 

She finally gave in at my insistence and sucked on my throbbing cock, the tip beyond ready to burst. I hissed at the feeling, my head rolling from side to side. I wanted to watch what she was doing but the pleasure she was giving me was so fucking good that I couldn’t help but close my eyes. 

I had no idea how or what she was doing, but the overload of sensations just from her mouth was incredible. I had only ever been with high school or college age girls, and clearly, none of them had known what they were doing when giving head. 

“Oh, fuck! Annie, you need to stop or I’m going to come.” I had to be honest; she must have felt my cock strain at the pressure, and I knew I was only moments away. Her tongue continued to swirl around the tip as she came up and then plunged back down, swallowing around me, almost taking all of me in. 

I felt her nod as I told her, and when I looked down, that was my undoing. Watching her suck on my cock—on her knees in front of me while looking back up at me—was all I could handle. I came hard and pushed myself further into her mouth. She swallowed fast, easily keeping up with the streams of come I released down her throat. Then, after sucking on me once more as if to pull every last drop from my shaft, she released my cock with a pop. 

When she stood up in front of me, I had to kiss her. I didn’t care that just moments before she had my cock in her mouth. That simple act had clearly driven me insane. I wanted to fuck this woman more than anything else right then, and I only hoped she felt the same. 

About the Author:

Bec Rose is a budding author and mother of two. When she isn’t reading or writing, she enjoys spending time with her son and daughter. Residing in Australia, she possesses a subtle charm that carries through into her writing. In her debut novella, Bec Rose not only tugs on our heartstrings but leaves us panting for more. 

Second Chances 

by NJ Cole

Calla Moretti married her college sweetheart, Bill. Married life was great at first, but as his career had her dropping out of college and moving away from her family and friends, Calla struggled with her role as a wife and homemaker. Stress due to infertility and Bill’s affairs, had the marriage on the brink of failure. When she drives home in the middle of a thunderstorm and spots first a broken down motorcycle, then the sexy rider, she decides to take a chance and offer him assistance. Realizing fate brought her together with a man who could give her the one thing her husband couldn’t—a baby—Calla decides to take a chance. One romantic night, one big lie, will it save her marriage or fill her heart with more emptiness? Will this be the answer to her prayers? In life, are there truly second chances?

Excerpt:

As the euphoria began to subside, I realized I still had his head in the vice that was my thighs. I relaxed my muscles to release him, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to move. Instead, he lowered his lead slightly and licked at the arousal I could feel trickling from my body. 

“God, you’re delicious,” he groaned, pulling back. “I could do that all night, but I have to have you.” Standing at the foot of the bed, he lowered his pants. I was glad he hadn’t turned off the light or I wouldn’t have been able to see the most magnificent cock in the world. It was long and thick and beautiful—if that was even possible. 

I drug my eyes from it and looked up to his face to find that he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he looked upset. The color seemed to have drained from his face in the blink of an eye.  I was about to ask what was wrong when he spoke. “I um…I don’t have a condom. I just…well I didn’t know.” He raked his hand over the stubble on his face. “Do you? Of course you don’t. It’s not like someone like you would have…” His words trailed off as he ran his hand through his hair. “I can go and see if there is any place open. SHIT! I don’t even have my bike. I could borrow…”

“It’s okay,” I said softly, interrupting his little rant.  

He looked at me, eyes wide. “You mean it’s okay to borrow your car? Or…” he hesitated and dropped his voice an octave,  “is it okay okay?”

Lying back, I pulled him on top of me. “I mean, it’s okay.” I knew he thought I meant I was on birth control; it was deceitful, but it was what I needed.

Settling on top of me, he slid one hand under my back as the other cupped my cheek. “You are so beautiful,” he said, gazing down at me. “I swear I could stare into your eyes all night.”  

I whimpered at his words and how genuine they sounded. I’d never felt so attractive in my life. It was impossible to understand why he thought my muddy green eyes were beautiful, but I could tell that he believed what he said. 

“God I want you,” he groaned through gritted teeth. “I can’t remember ever wanting anything more.”

His eyes closed as he kissed me gently. It wasn’t urgent like the others; I could tell he was taking his time. As our tongues met, he shifted his weight nudging my legs apart slightly. When he moved his hips, I felt his cock glide in long strokes over the top of my swollen pussy and rub against my clit. I rotated my hips slightly and groaned in response. 

His lips left mine as he shifted back onto his knees. With the hand that was under my back, he lifted me slightly and lined me up with his cock. He didn’t reach between us—there was no fumbling at all—he just pressed forward gently, the tip of his erection separating my folds. He stared into my eyes as his throbbing member entered and stretched me.

“Fuck, you’re so small, Baby. Am I hurting you?” he whispered, his lips inches from mine.

I shook my head, unable to speak. It didn’t hurt at all; it felt wonderful. I did, however, mewl in pleasure, causing him to stop his forward movement. 

Finding my voice I whimpered, “Please don’t stop. You feel so good.”

“Ungh, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to,” he groaned, rolling his hips and inching in a bit more. I craved all of him, so I grabbed onto his ass and pulled him to me as I lifted my hips and thrust myself toward him. I yelped in pain as he entered me fully, our hips finally touching. His eyes flashed with concern at my sound, but I smiled up at him. It was painful, but it was a good pain. I’d never felt so full.

About the Author:

NJ Cole is a mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. Reaching Amazon’s top 100 list in Erotica with Midnight Caller and Landslide, NJ Cole promises to entertain and excite the reader with her newest tales of love, romance, and as always, hot, steamy sex.

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House of Malfunction

Constructing Marcus by Danielle DeVor BLOG TOUR

Blurb:

Sixteen-year-old ghost hunter, Emma Hoffman thought that moving into an old Victorian was going to be awesome-- ghosts galore.

Much to her delight, she discovers that the house is haunted—not by a ghost, but by a construct (a spirit created to be a servant). As she gets to know Marcus, the construct, he asks her to help him avenge his maker and find her killer. Emma’s not too sure this is a good idea, she’s a ghost hunter after all, not a detective, but she agrees to help him anyway.

While trying to discover more information about the killer, Emma begins to have feelings for Marcus- feelings she isn’t ready to admit. Then the sorcerer who killed Marcus’s maker shows up at Emma’s house with an insane plan to capture Marcus and absorb his power- Emma isn’t having it. Marcus is hers.

When the killer performs a spell that begins to steal Marcus’s life force, Emma risks losing him. It’s a race against time for Emma to figure out how to stop the sorcerer and his spell before Marcus fades away and disappears from her life forever.

Excerpt:

I grabbed my book bag from the bottom of the staircase and headed off in the direction of where I thought Dad’s home office was. This house was so much bigger than it looked on the outside, but then, the way the yard was, you didn’t see how far back the house stretched into the backyard. The hallways were twisty and seemed to go in all directions. I felt like Alice in Wonderland fighting her way through a maze. I looked for anything that could be a hidden passage, but there was nothing; all the space was accounted for. It figured. But still, the walls felt like they were getting narrower. It was odd.

Finally, I knew I was near the office, but somehow, I’d gone down the wrong branch of the hallway. This hallway was darker than the others and only had one door at the end. My fingers tingled with excitement. Who knew what was on the other side of that door.

I tried the old brass knob. It was unlocked. After opening the door, I stepped inside. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. Colors of covers burst from the bookcases surrounding me like a multifaceted stone. It seemed to twinkle in the light streaming into the turret window. I’d never seen a library like this. It was the best library ever.

My friends back in Florida always thought I was weird for liking libraries. Yeah, I had an e-reader, but I loved the smell of a book. I liked holding the book as I read. There was some sort of connection I felt with a book if I could touch the paper. Holding a mini-computer just wasn’t the same.

This library was the type you’d see in old movies. Large windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor, built-in bookcases of dark wood that lined the walls; filled with leather bound tomes no one had read in years. I was in Heaven.

I remembered the day we moved in that Dad had said something to the movers about keeping books. I thought he’d been talking about all of the books in his office, but maybe he was talking about these.

I dropped my book bag by the door and wandered into the room. I felt a reverence here. The room smelled faintly of incense and old books. It was perfect. I set my muffin down on a small table that held only a lamp and ventured further where I promptly bounced my shin off a low sitting coffee table.

“Jesus Christ!”

After hopping around looking like a wounded duck, the pain calmed down and I limped over to the first bookcase. I let my fingers dance on the spines of the book. Some of them were the classics— Dickens, Hawthorne, Poe. Others, however, were in languages I did not know. Some of them were Spanish, which I could read. I‘d have to ask Dad about the others.

I moved from bookcase to bookcase, looking for something that I just had to read right now. It would be silly to enter a library and not find something to read. When as my eyes settled on an old book whose title had been worn off the jacket, I felt a cold chill creep down my spine. I knew it wasn’t cold in the room, hell it wasn’t cold anywhere in the house. I slowly turned towards the window.

Standing in front of the window was a guy. I hadn’t heard anyone come in, and I would have. The floor creaked slightly when you walked across it. I looked away and then looked back. He was still there. That was when I noticed that he was just slightly transparent. I could faintly see the cross bars of the window through him.

I wanted to run and get my camera, but I was afraid that by the time I got it and turned back around, he’d be gone. Who was he?

“Hello,” I said.

He turned his head toward me. That was when I noticed he was dressed in clothes like the ones I’d seen in history books of people from around the turn of the Twentieth Century. He stared at me. His eyes were bright green, almost startling in their clarity. His hair was brown and curled just slightly around his ears.
Simply put, he was beautiful.

He continued to stare at me. His eyes had a sadness that made me want to do something, anything to take the pain away. I shook myself. No, it wasn’t a power he was transmitting. There was something about him that struck a chord with me.

I realized I’d been staring at him so long, I hadn’t even blinked, and when I did, he was gone.

“Dammit.”

I knew I hadn’t imagined him. If I had, that was one hell of a dream.

I walked across the room, grabbed my muffin from the table and walked to the door of the room. I looked back. There was nothing there. My mystery man remained hidden. I snatched my book bag from the floor and went back upstairs to my room. I would have to start being more careful. At the very least, I should be holding my cell phone so I could snap a quick picture. It was stupid of me to not be prepared. Dumb me had left my backpack on the floor by the door. I at least should have taken the camera out of it.

Now, I knew my house was haunted. But by who, that was the question.

Author Bio:

Danielle DeVor spent her early years fantasizing about vampires and watching “Salem’s Lot” way too many times.  After living briefly in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, she moved back to her hometown to write.  When not writing and reading about weird things, you will find her hanging out at the nearest coffee shop, enjoying a mocha frappuccino.

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NEW RELEASE: Waves of Healing by N. Wood

Friend and fellow author N. Wood is back with a new m/m novel. 

Before we get into the book details, 

lets learn a little about Ms. Wood with a wacky Q & A . . .

1) If you were a cookie, which would you be?
Hmm, I would have to say my favourite cookie from Subway – white chocolate and macadamia nut.

2) What is your favorite daily wear attire? 
I really can't leave the house without a hat otherwise I feel naked. At the moment, my favourite is a black baseball cap with a silver skull and crossbones on the front. I bought it during Pirate's Day at Land's End in Cornwall, UK.

3) Do you speak with your dog?
All the time! I should be more worried if either of them answer back!

4) What kind of music do you like? 
Rock mostly, but I'll listen to a bit of everything to try it once. I like a bit of Ska, some Indie, even one or two pop songs.

5) If given complete freedom to start afresh, what profession would you choose and why?
I've always been more of a dog person than a cat person and would love a profession centring around dogs. My dream job would be training and handling sniffer dogs in airports, jails, and mail sorting offices.

6) Which is your favorite time of the day? 
Night, roughly between 10pm and 2am because that's the quietest time in my house and leaves me with the freedom to write to my heart's content. I can't focus to write when there's background noise. Even the TV or some music playing is too distracting for me to concentrate on writing.

7) Name one actor/actress you would love to get naughty with?
Mmmm – Jackson Rathbone!

8) How many pairs of shoes do you own? 
Three. A pair of plimsolls for beach walking, a pair of trainers for everyday wear, and a pair of boots for winter.

9) Do you know how to drop an egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it? 
Hard boil it and then peel off the shell.

10) Why isn't the number 11 pronounced as onety one? 
Because a lot of people will misunderstand you when you say onety-six.

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Blurb: 

Joel Ritter had the career he always wanted, teaching others to surf the waves in the same way he learned to in his teenage years. Instructing and guiding his students through surfing competitions had long since been his passion, but an unfortunate car accident one winter's night in Cornwall turned his whole life upside down and dashed his ambitions.

Dominic Thornton endured school in Joel's shadow, following his crush around like a lovesick puppy. Now as a twenty-nine year old paramedic, Joel's life and his future rests in his hands. Can he guide the disheartened surfer through his recovery and prove to him that there is still a love and life to live for without losing his own faith and belief in Joel in the process? 

Excerpt:

The boys appeared to be oblivious to the fact their instructor was standing among them while they gathered their towels and toiletries. Joel turned his brown eyes to each of them, noticing how two of the seven in his team held glum expressions from the results of the contest, whereas the other five didn’t seem to care. When the first few walked towards the showers, he couldn’t take their ignorance any longer. Joel released his grip on the clipboard and threw it across the room with such force, it snapped in two against the door. The ensuing bang followed by the splintering of wood was enough to shock the seven teens into silence and draw their attentions to the red-faced man standing among them. The two that had approached the shower room stood frozen in place, having almost jumped out of their skins when the clipboard had missed them by an inch. All eyes turned towards Joel with puzzled expressions. He’d never been so infuriated with them in all the time he’d coached their surfing careers. The recent act of violence had stunned them, but not as much as his words would.

“What in the flying fuck was that?” he yelled, adding emphasis to the swear word.

“Jeez, boss, calm down.”

Joel turned his glare on the one who had spoken. The youth was of a similar height to him and their eyes locked onto each other’s with ease. At six foot two inches, Joel had once been a skinny teenage surfer like all of the youngsters, but now at almost thirty, he trained them instead while surfing recreationally for his own habits. He had worked as an instructor in Cornwall, England for people of various ages over the years, but Godrevy was where he’d chosen to set up his business. The beach was just a small section of three miles of golden sands, and the sea swell was a good spot for learners and experts alike. However, just because Joel was young and athletic like them didn't mean he would take shit from his team.

“Calm down? Don’t you dare tell me to calm down! Look at you all, so laid back and uncaring that you just got your arses whipped by the Aggie boys!” He glanced to every face in the room while expressions turned into grimaces and pouts in response to his declaration. Mark Shaw and his St. Agnes team weren't just his rivals. The two boys still near to the shower room door hurried to park their butts on benches when Joel pointed for them to do so. Following suit, the others sat also and hung their heads in shame. Now he had their attention, Joel pressed his hands to his hips and took a more threatening stance. “Thanks to the stunts you all pulled out there today, congratulations are in order. Well done! You've just made yourselves a laughing stock!”

The boys lowered their heads further while he lectured them for several minutes, sometimes pacing, other times gesticulating when his pent up frustrations were released with ground out words. All of the youths understood Joel meant business, and he scrutinised them with a fierceness while he spoke, though he had to keep reminding himself that they were just teenagers who cared more about getting drunk and lucky later on than the competition, whether they won or lost.

Joel gazed over to the youngest member of his team, Jason. At only sixteen, he was already a very promising surfer. With him being beneath the legal drinking age, much of his time was spent in the water when the swell was decent enough. Now he sat quaking with small tremors of nervousness while Joel chastised them. 

Jason’s blond hair was soaked and limp across his face, dripping water into eyes bluer than the sea. With his wetsuit peeled down to his waist, goosebumps littered the youngster’s torso and the chilled air had caused his nipples to stand erect on his hairless chest. Joel had to remind himself that while the boy was just about legal, he was nearing thirty and that would be seen as wrong.

He continued to lecture them for a few minutes longer, aware from experience that their arses were probably numb from the hard benches that lined the clubhouse walls, and all of them were shivering from being wet in such cold conditions. Pulling his beanie from his head, Joel ran his fingers through his hair while he came towards the end of his scolding.

“Now, you guys had better get your arses into gear or you can kiss any chance of a sponsorship goodbye.”

Though he considered his words to be harsh, Joel knew they had to understand they couldn't let great opportunities like that slip through their fingers if they wanted to succeed and become pro surfers. They were all capable of far more than they’d shown out there in the sea today. With a last look around the miserable faces in the room, he noticed many were studying their feet. Only one was staring straight back at him.

The youth stood up, his face devoid of emotion. “Boss?”

The other teens in the room turned their heads to catch a glimpse of the brave soul who had dared to address their instructor following his outburst of anger towards them. His name was Shaun; a big boy of eighteen years old and another of Joel’s promising wave riders. He stood before them all with one hand clutching a towel at his hip to keep it from falling. The thin and fluffy fabric was all he wore.

Glancing each side of him to the teenagers in the room, Shaun then levelled his eyes back on Joel and flew his other hand to his groin, cupping himself through the towel and gave a tug. “Suck my cock.”

Where to find Ms. Wood:

N. Wood is a budding young author living in Cornwall, United Kingdom. She first gained an interest in writing when she became a published poet at the age of nine. Since then she's moved onto both short and novel length fiction with a M/M romance baseline.

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A Divine Life BLOG TOUR comes to an end ...

I want to thank everyone that hosted me in the last two weeks to help celebrate the release of the second book in The Divine Trilogy. Your support has been amazing with all the promo/excerpts, guest posts, interviews, and reviews that have blown my mind and touched my heart. THANK YOU.

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In case anyone missed any of the tour stops, below is a recap of the tour. I'd love to see your thoughts and reactions if you choose to comment on any of the posts!

A DIVINE LIFE BLOG TOUR (8/6-19/13)

• 8/6 Review: Sapphire Kande
• 8/6 Promo/Excerpt: Tamaria Soana
• 8/7 Promo/Excerpt: Adrian J Smith
• 8/8 Guest Post: Erzabet Bishop
• 8/8 Guest Post: M.C. Rayne
• 8/9 Review/Promo/Excerpt: Italian Brat's Obsessions
• 8/9 Promo/Excerpt: Lorenz Font
• 8/10 Review: Nat Wood
• 8/11 Review: Babu's Book Shelf
• 8/11 Promo/Excerpt: Sarah Says READ ROMANCE
• 8/11 Promo/Excerpt: The Hive Book Reviews
• 8/12 Review: Riverina Romantics
• 8/13 Review: Angela's Smexy Book Reviews
• 8/13 Promo/Excerpt: Elizabeth Lawrence
• 8/14 Interview: Sherri Hayes
• 8/14 Interview: S.A. Jones
• 8/15 Guest Post: Mich Book Reviews
• 8/16 Interview: M.B. Feeney
• 8/17 Review: Tbird London
• 8/18 Interview: JC Clarke
• 8/19 Guest Post: Girl Who Reads
• 8/19 Interview With Elena M.Reyes: House of Mafunction

COVER REVEAL: Tormented by Lorenz Font

Book Two of The Gates Legacy goes

ON SALE SEPTEMBER 17, 2013

Summary:

Tor Burns is a non-infected vampire who has taken refuge in the Tack Enterprises underground facility. Having survived a vicious attack with his fellow vampire Harrow, he now has a new purpose. Vampires afflicted with Gates Syndrome are still being hunted, and Tor is committed to saving them from the clutches of the Vampire Council. With a semi-cure within their grasp, Tor is reluctant to accept his new assignment: bodyguard to Allison Tack, the daughter of their fallen leader. Armed with an abrasive personality and fierce loyalty, Tor approaches this new responsibility with serious determination despite his reservations. 

Vampire Allison Tack is the beautiful and timid co-heir of the Tack fortune. Infected and hunted by the Council, those lucky enough to have known her father are determined to keep her safe.  A walking target wherever she goes, Allison wants to learn how to protect herself, but no one is listening. Sick of being the helpless one in the company of trained fighters around her, Allison vows to prove that she can fight alongside the best of them. 

Meanwhile, the harem leader, Melissa, is hell-bent on unraveling any clue about her son Demetrius’s fate. He disappeared without a word, and time has made her desperate. Stepping up her efforts, she seeks the help of Demetrius’s son, Zane. With the additional manpower, Melissa finds the lair of the suspected vampires and wages war against them. 

Thrown together by necessity, Tor and Allison can’t continue to deny their attraction to each other. Tor wants to give in to his feelings for her, but old demons resurface. He must confront the past to prevent losing the best thing that ever happened to him. 

A life must be given for a life taken. Will Tor have to sacrifice himself before Allison pays the price?

Lorenz Font discovered her love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired one idea after another. She is currently enjoying the buzz from her debut novel Hunted, the first installment of The Gates Legacy trilogy. 

Writing is therapeutic for Lorenz, and a perfect day consists of writing and playing with her characters while listening to her ever-growing music collection. She enjoys dabbling in different genres, with an intense focus on angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic twists is a mainstay in all her stories. 

Lorenz currently lives in California with her husband, children, and two demanding dogs. She divides her time between a full-time job as a Business Office Manager for a hospital and her busy writing schedule. 

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COVER REVEAL/GIVEAWAY Feather Light by Lorenz Font

Category: Romance / Erotica

Publication date: Oct 10, 2013

ISBN (paper): 978-1-61213-129-0

ISBN (ebook): 978-1-61213-130-6

Summary:

Parker Davis has conquered three major American cities and is the new ‘it’ man in massage. He earned the nickname ‘Feather Light’ for his sensual touches, tender caresses, and soft voice eliciting an almost orgasmic release. Clients from all over clamor for his services, and his clientele is growing by the minute. Business is at its peak, which makes Parker a busy man who has no time to deal with problems, let alone dwell on his blindness. With his declining vision, Parker has to accept his limitations and the changes brought forth by this disease, but he is not ready to relinquish the last control he has left. He is still the master in his bedroom.

Kelly Storm, a Hollywood actress, will do whatever it takes to get some much-deserved peace. Being famous has its perks, except the little privacy her popularity afforded her is slowly eating at her. With the paparazzi hounding her every minute of the day and her personal life under constant scrutiny, Kelly wants a semblance of normalcy wherever she can get it. Under the urging of a close friend, she agrees give Parker a try.   

Their first meeting is nothing she expects. Kelly finds comfort in his gentle probing and the spellbinding experience guaranteed to keep her coming back for more. Parker knows the woman on his table is special. He feels her vulnerability with his fingertips, and her smooth curves leave a burning ache inside him.

One night of steamy passion is all it takes to know that they wanted each other in more ways than one. Kelly hides in heavy disguises, making it impossible for Parker to know her true identity. What secret is Kelly keeping, and will she trust Parker enough to tell him the truth? Will Parker see beyond Kelly’s lies to show her what a future with him holds?

Lorenz Font discovered her love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired one idea after another. She is currently enjoying the buzz from her debut novel Hunted, the first book of The Gates Legacy Trilogy and Indivisible Line, a romantic thriller. Her newest novel, Tormented, the second installment of The Gates Legacy, is now available for vampire lovers everywhere.   

Writing is a therapy for Lorenz, and a perfect day consists of writing and playing with her characters while listening to her ever-growing music collection. She enjoys dabbling in different genres with an intense focus on angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic twists is a mainstay in all her stories.

Lorenz currently lives in California with her husband, children, and two demanding dogs. She divides her time between a full-time job as a Business Office Manager for a hospital and her busy writing schedule.

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COVER REVEAL: The Journey to a New Life by Lisa Bilbrey

Summary—

Travis McCoy’s journey has led him down a road of changes where he found the love of his life and their child. Travis, Penelope, and Max have struggled during their time apart, found their way back home, and finally tied their lives together as a family. Now, Penelope and Travis find themselves on a new journey, one that leads them to the greatest journey of all.

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Authors Bio—

Lisa Bilbrey is a mom of three and has been married to her high school sweetheart since 1996. 

Finding a love in the written word, she started writing as a way to express herself. From the first word she wrote, she'd found her heart and soul. Always willing to learn, she's spends much of her time trying to improve as a storyteller. 

In late 2011, Lisa opened Renaissance Romance Publishing with Michele Richard and Laura Braley. 

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Landslide

by NJ Cole

Release Date: 8/4/2013

Erotica novella

Blurb: Senator Maxwell Joseph has it all—money, power and good looks—the trifecta when it comes to attracting the ladies. He even has women willing to be tied up, spanked and fucked all while calling him Daddy, fulfilling his secret fantasy. On the night of his thirty-fifth birthday he finds a goddess waiting for him in his hotel room. She is beautiful, sexy and very willing, yet the fruit she offers is very forbidden. Not only at nineteen is she barely legal, but she is the daughter of his best friend and political advisor. Mackenzie Wade has had a crush on the senator for years, and when an overheard phone call affords her the opportunity she needs to make her fantasies a reality, she jumps on the chance offering herself as a birthday gift. Throwing caution to the wind, Max gives in to temptation and gives them both what they have been yearning for—a night filled with ropes, floggers and toe-curling sex. Although satiated, one night of passion wasn’t enough for either of them, and they began a clandestine affair of the solid ground on which he’d built his career now began to shift as his wants and dreams for the future began to change. In what he can only describe as a landslide, Max hold on tight to the only thing that he can, Kenzie, and goes on the ride of his life, knowing all along that in the end, he may have to make a choice between the woman of his fantasies and his career.

cover designer: T.M. Franklin 

Excerpt:

Opening the door to the suite, I found a beautiful creature in my bed with the hottest body I’d ever seen. She was wearing white thigh highs, a short plaid skirt, and a white top. It was a classic school girl outfit and I loved it. Everything about her was perfect, but everything about her was wrong. 

“Mackenzie! What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m giving you your birthday present, Senator Joseph.”

The way she said my name made my dick rock hard again.

“Mackenzie, this is completely inappropriate.”

“Who gives a fuck if it’s appropriate or not,” she said, rubbing her thighs together. “And I know you want me. I saw how you were looking at me earlier. I even know what you’re into.”

My stomach dropped. Could she mean she knew about my sexual preferences? “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, I know. I overheard my father talking once.” She got off the bed and walked over to me, her eyes never leaving mine as she crossed the room. She grabbed hold of my tie and began running her fingers over it. “I know exactly what you are into, Senator Joseph.”

“Mackenzie, you’re what…sixteen years old?” I questioned, grabbing her wrist and removing her hand from my tie.

“Sixteen? You sent me a graduation present last year,” she laughed. “I’m nineteen. My birthday was just last week.”

She was legal. I’m sure she said more, but all I heard was that she was nineteen. I had also caught something else she said a moment ago. She’d mentioned that she knew what I was “into,” and I needed to know what she meant.

“What is it you think I’m into?” I asked with more authority than I felt at that moment.

“You like to tie up little girls and fuck them. Isn’t that right, Senator?”

Her words made my dick twitch. The summary wasn’t exactly accurate; I didn’t like actual little girls, just women in their early twenties who were willing to dress up for my fantasies. What I gathered from her statement, though, was that she wasn’t repulsed; she sounded excited at the thought. 

There were a million reasons I shouldn’t do this. She was barely legal. She was the daughter of my top advisor…and best friend. I wasn’t prepared. We didn’t have any sort of contract. I had no clue what her limits were. It just seemed wrong, yet all of that flew out the window when she looked up at me and licked her lips. 

“Don’t you wanna tie me up and fuck me, Senator Joseph?”

Consequences be damned. I wasn’t thinking with my head, I was thinking with my dick. And my dick wanted her. “On your knees, little girl,” I commanded harshly.

She dropped to the floor instantly; when she did, I walked around her and pulled her hands behind her back. “So you want to be tied up? To offer yourself to me? To please me?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Yes, what?” I asked, removing my tie.

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.

“Yes, Daddy,” I corrected.

“Yes, Daddy.”

NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author.

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