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#TeaserTuesday #AuthorToAuthor ~ Welcome to Serpent's Kiss by Sherri Hayes
Welcome to Serpent's Kiss (Serpent's Kiss 0.5)
After
losing her husband unexpectedly, Katrina Mayer decided to open Serpent’s Kiss.
She wanted it to be a place where she and her fellow kinksters could play and
socialize.
Five years after the doors opened, the club is everything she’d hoped it would
be. On Friday and Saturday nights, Serpent’s Kiss is filled with men and women
who share a similar desire to explore the pleasures BDSM has to offer. The club
has continued to grow, and over the years, many of its members have become
friends.
The one thing Katrina didn’t expect when she’d decided to open a club was the
human drama that came with it. Learning to balance her life as the club
mistress has taken some getting used to, but she wouldn’t change a thing.
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Excerpt
“And how is our club mistress this evening?”
She turned to find Daniel, a Dom in his fifties. “Thirsty,
actually. I was heading over to the bar to get something. Care to join me?”
He followed her over and ordered a whisky, neat. She stuck
with water. They found an empty table not far from the bar and stood
with their drinks.
“So, what’s on your mind?” she asked.
“Ah. You know me too well.”
“Yes, well. . . it’s not often that you seek me out. At
least, not this early in the evening.” She took a sip of her water and waited
for him to talk.
“Have you seen Ali tonight?”
So that was it. Was he the one who’d upset her? If he were,
Katrina had been wrong earlier. Daniel wasn’t the Dom she’d seen Ali eyeing for
the last few weeks. “She and Brandon prepped the club tonight.”
He nodded and took a drink of his whisky. “Something’s
bothering her, but she wouldn’t tell me what. Did she say anything to you?”
“Daniel, you can’t make her tell you something she doesn’t
want to.” Hopefully, he wouldn’t pick up on the fact that she hadn’t answered
his question.
Katrina should have known better.
“So she did talk to you.” He appeared to be lost in thought
for a few moments, and then he leaned in and met her gaze. “Do I need to have a
conversation with someone?”
She guessed that answered her question. If Daniel had been
the one to upset Ali, he wouldn’t be offering to address the situation with the
other party. “No. You don’t. And I think you should let Ali handle it. If she
wants your help, she’ll ask for it.”
Burning For Her Kiss (Serpent's Kiss #1)
Beth Davenport has no
interest in getting involved with another man for the foreseeable future. To
say her last relationship ended in disaster would be a colossal understatement.
The only reason she agrees to put in an appearance at Serpent’s Kiss, a private
kink club in downtown St. Louis, is because her best friend, Nicole, won’t quit
nagging her. When she walks in the door that night, the last thing she expects
to do is meet a man who will have her reconsidering her ban on men.
As a captain with the St. Louis Fire Department,
Drew Parker is used to being in charge. His crew relies on him to make sure
they know what they’re doing and return home to their families after every
shift. It isn’t, however, what he wants in a relationship. Drew decides to join
Serpent’s Kiss to see if what appeals to him in fantasy is something he wants
to explore in the real world. He’s also hoping that he’ll be lucky enough to
meet a woman with whom he can explore his desires. The night Beth walks into
the club, he is intrigued. Drew has to get to know her better.
After what happened to her, Beth is reluctant to
get involved with Drew. It doesn’t matter that he is sweet and charming. She’s
been burned before and Beth doesn’t think she can survive having her heart
crushed again. Drew, however, won’t take no for an answer. He wants a
relationship and is determined to chip away at her defenses until she relents.
Will she give him a chance, or did her ex leave her with scars too deep to heal?
Excerpt
The bell above the door jingled announcing
another customer, and Beth tried to hurry. Getting behind would only make it
worse.
“Hey, B. You have a visitor,” Tommy yelled.
Beth sighed. She hated when he called her that,
but telling him did no good whatsoever. Tommy was twenty-three and felt the
need to give everyone a nickname. She had to admit B was better than the first
nickname he’d come up with for her—Bumble Bee.
Cutting the sandwich in half, Beth placed it
along with chips and a homemade pickle on a plate and brought it out with her
to give to Mr. Keller. “Here you go.”
He smiled back at her and took the sandwich.
“Thank you, dear.”
Beth wiped her hands on her apron and started
toward the counter where Tommy was chatting with someone. When she saw who it
was, she grinned.
Then Beth noticed the man standing behind
Nicole. Drew Parker.
No. No, no, no, no. This was not supposed to
happen. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to know anything
about her life outside the club . . . the lifestyle.
The only thing that made her feel a little
better was the look on Drew’s face. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting to see
Beth any more than she’d been expecting to see him.
“Nicole. What are you doing here?” Beth asked
through gritted teeth.
Her friend acted as if nothing were amiss. “We
were working in the area and got hungry. I told Captain Parker and his crew
that I knew of a great place for lunch, so here we are.”
Beth was going to strangle her.
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Sherri spent most of her childhood detesting English class. It was one of her least favorite subjects because she never seemed to fit into the standard mold. She wasn't good at spelling, or following grammar rules, and outlines made her head spin. For that reason, Sherri never imagined becoming an author.
At the age of thirty, all of that changed. After getting frustrated with the direction a television show was taking two of its characters, Sherri decided to try her hand at writing an alternate ending, and give the characters their happily ever after. By the time the story finished, it was one of the top ten read stories on the site, and her readers were encouraging her to write more.
Eight years later, Sherri is the author of nine full-length novels, and two short stories. Writing has become a creative outlet that allows her to explore a wide range of emotions, while having fun taking her characters through all the twists and turns she can create. You can find a current list of all of Sherri’s books and sign up for her monthly newsletter at www.sherrihayesauthor.com.
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Friday, June 5, 2015
COVER REVEAL: Just Like in the Movies by M.B. Feeney
To celebrate the re-release of her romance novella in July 2015, M. B. Feeney shares her new cover.
Genre: Chick Lit/ Romance
Ava Jones has settled for a life that she’s not sure she wants anymore, but won’t admit it. Her best friend, Erica Davidson talks her into taking a break on the Isle of Wight. Her days on the island are spent thinking things through, and arguing with Morgan whom she hates on principal.
Is it so wrong for her to want a life that follows the script of a honest to God romance film?
Created by the wonderful J.C. Clarke over at The Graphics Shed
Losing myself in the titles, covers, and blurbs, I faintly heard footsteps behind me.
“Hey, can I help?”
I turned to face quite possibly the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His light brown hair had been bleached by the sun, and the bundle of messy curls made my fingers itch to tangle them among the chaotic strands. The man’s hazel eyes regarded both me and the slim book in my hand. His tall, lean figure was clad in skinny jeans, with an open, oversized shirt over a t-shirt and well- worn biker boots. He looked a little out- of-place among the surfer types I had noticed wandering around town.
“I’m just looking, thanks.” I couldn’t help but blush when he gave a slight smirk at the sight of the Mills & Boon book I held.
“If you’re after more . . . err . . . books in that particular genre, there’s a wider selection over here.” He indicated a bookcase to his left.
“This? Oh, no. This isn’t my type at all. I was just moving it out of the way to get at the new James Patterson.”
He cocked an eyebrow and his smile grew at my obvious lie. “Yeah, okay. I’ll leave you to . . . peruse.” He chuckled to himself as he made his way back behind the counter.
I slammed the bright pink book down so I could grab the James Patterson, the one I’d initially been after, and walked over to pay. “I’ll take this one.” I thrust my card at him and waited while he ran it through. I knew it was a simple misunderstanding, but it rubbed me the wrong way. Why couldn’t I just accept that he thought I wanted the Mills & Boon book? It was an easy mistake to make, I guess.
“Are you sure you don’t want the other one, too? It seems a bit more . . . your style.” He looked me up and down, taking in my denim shorts, skimpy vest top, and flip-flops.
His scrutiny made me nervous. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair to calm myself. “What would you know about my ‘style’?” I demanded, snatching the book out of his hand and clutching it to me, almost as if it were a security blanket.
I moved to retrieve my card, but he whipped it just out of my reach.
“I’ve worked here for at least five years, and in that time, I’ve become very good at reading people. You are definitely steamy romance material, with your pretty hair and . . .” He indicated my clothes and swallowed, “. . . And your skimpy clothes.”
“Well, it just goes to show that you’re not as good as you thought, then. Please give me back my card.” I held out my hand.
Once he’d returned the piece of plastic, I spun on my heel and walked out. I planned to read my book slowly, because I wasn’t going to go back there.
M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, two kids and a dog. Currently at university studying for her BA (Hons) in primary teaching, she procrastinates on her assignments by listening to music of all genres and trying to get ‘just one more paragraph’ written on whichever WIP is open. She is also a serious doodler and chocoholic. Writing has been her one true love ever since she could spell, and publishing is the final culmination of her hard work and ambition.
Her publishing career began with two novellas, and she currently has multiple projects under way whilst Honour, a compilation of her own military based shorts, was released in November 2013. Always having something on the go can often lead to block which eventually gets dissolved by good music and an even better book.
Her main reason for writing is to not only give her readers enjoyment, but also to create a story and characters that stay with readers long after the book is finished, and possibly make someone stop and think “what if…”
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