Featured author Anna Lores

Today I have the pleasure of featuring author Anna Lores and her book Ella’s Triple Pleasure. The first chapter of this book is in Passionate Cravings, an erotic book sampler.Passionate Cravings

Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?

Control is a big challenge for me… Who gets the power in the story? I like to think I control my characters by placing them in situations they may or may not like, but they seem to control their thoughts and emotions.

What drew you to the characters in this story?

I thought about writing a reverse harem story after a miserable week of kids being sick and my husband being out of town. I remember the night I started penning Ella’s Triple Pleasure. I had gotten the kids to bed (in my bed) and went to the couch to wind down. I thought, wouldn’t it be nice to have three men to help take care of the kids so I could take a break. I turned my emotional struggle into Ella’s financial one. The men drew me in because each one was different and could handle different aspects of everyday life…and rocked it between the sheets. I was hooked on these characters and their unconditional love for each other.

What is your favorite punctuation mark and why?

My favorite punctuation mark…hmmm…uh…well…I’d have to think about that one… 😉

Tell us about Ella’s Triple Pleasure.

It takes three men to satisfy one woman’s needs…

Single mom and massage therapist Ella Winthrop isn’t looking for a relationship. She has Ella's Triple Pleasureenough problems without risking a business that barely meets her needs. Then her world is turned upside down by three men, each offering something she isn’t prepared for—love so deep it hurts, sex so hot she’s afraid she’ll melt from the pleasure, and a future beyond her wildest dreams.

Steamy businessman Cade Jackson has it all—money, looks, a giving heart, and a dominant nature—but Ella refuses to date a client even if she’s lusted after him for a year. After his brother’s death, Garrett Winthrop moves back to town opening old wounds and even darker fantasies. Dr. Derek McGregor gives her balance and understanding that speaks to her soul. All three men force Ella to question the limits of a traditional relationship.

Excerpt:

“So, is it too soon to ask for a foot massage?” Cade sported a slight curve at the corners of his mouth. “You know how much I like my feet rubbed.”

She laughed and turned to face him. He did it again. He made an uncomfortable situation comfortable and pushed away her doubts. “Cade Jackson, you’re a liar. You hate your feet rubbed. You squirm like a worm while I’m working on them.” She playfully squeezed his large muscular bicep. Yum.

He raised his hands in surrender as she let go. His shirt lifted and showed off bodybuilder abs worth drooling over. “I didn’t think you noticed. You’d rub my feet for ten agonizing minutes every Tuesday. Were you trying to torture me?”

She branched out from her normal course of action and tried a move at seduction. Her first. Ever. She leaned toward him and whispered, “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me you didn’t like it.”

“But I do like it.” He placed his hands on the edge of the table. Hiwrinkled the linen tablecloth. “It hurts, but it feels so good afterward.” He lifted a lock of her hair near her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Let’s go back to the main house and eat dessert.”

He traced the side of her neck with his fingers down to her collarbone. A soft wave of shivers rippled over her flesh. The proximity of his smoking-hot body and lips pushed her into lust hyper-drive. All he’d have to do was kiss her earlobe, and she’d have an orgasm.

“Do you want to wrap up the leftovers and bring them with us?”

“The fridge is stocked at the main house.” He glided his hand over her shoulder and down her arm to her hand. “Ready?”

He curled his fingers around her hand and tugged her up.

She nodded, standing on unsteady legs.

“Um, sure?” Am I ready for dessert with Cade?

She swallowed.

She could do the food kind but hoped he meant a naughtier kind of ending to their meal.

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Tell us about yourself.

An avid romance reader, Anna Lores started writing steamy romance novels as a by-Anna Loresproduct of insomnia. One night, with a nudge from her husband to write a book, Anna borrowed her son’s laptop and set about breathing life to her very own characters. After a month, she was surprised with a new laptop of her own to pursue her dreams of writing sensual happily ever afters.

The desire to fill her world with wonderful stories she and her close friends could not just talk about but gush over, keeps Anna’s fingers racing to keep up with her imagination. As the rest of the house is sleeping peacefully, Anna sheds her title as Supermom of Three to write sexy love stories.

Sleeping might still be a battle Anna hasn’t conquered, but armed with a B. A. in English Literature and all the hot men in her mind calling for their own story, she stays busy during those midnight hours writing her next international bestselling spicy romance.

Author site: www.annaloresauthor.com

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Publisher page: http://tinyurl.com/LoresTWRP

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Featured author Roxanne D. Howard

Today I’m featuring Roxanne D. Howard and her story WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES which is in PASSIONATE CRAVINGS, an Erotic Book Sampler.

Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?

I start out in control. I like to outline and know the concrete map of the story, but usuallyPassionate Cravings a character will whammy me over the head with a line or two, or a direction I didn’t see them going in. For the most part I like to stay in control, but I think a story doesn’t really take off until a character breaks free and becomes their own entity.

What drew you to the characters in this story?

The concept of two broken people finding each other in a world so busy and distracted. Also, Lark’s journey of self-discovery and ultimate change is something I think many readers can identify with. Life is like the ocean, it comes in waves, and often we find ourselves riding a wave we didn’t expect. In Lark’s case, Niall.

What is your favorite punctuation mark and why?

I am a sucker for the semicolon. I don’t know why. I usually spend a few days after a book is done, going through and modifying my sentences and removing dozens of them.

It’s just cute and I abuse the heck out of it.

Would you share an excerpt?

Lark watched the fat pigeon’s head bobble as he scavenged along the pavement. He cocked his head to the side as she and Maisie Robertson sprinted toward him, spread his wings and flew a few feet away, then continued to forage in peace.

The rising sun spread over Regent’s Park, and Lark pumped her arms for warmth. The brisk wind off the Thames River became more prominent, snuffing out the last vestiges of summer with cooler autumn days. Lark coughed and slowed to a walk. Wisps of hair escaped her ponytail and fell into her eyes. “Hang on. We’ll run again in a minute, Maisie,” she huffed. Yes, it was complete bullshit. They’d totally walk the rest of the way. She had no more umph in her. But it was nice to pretend and give it the old college try.

“No, let’s stop. I’m done in,” Maisie said, panting, her London accent labored from their run. Taller than she, Maisie’s freckled, fawn-colored skin glistened with perspiration. She stretched her arms high above her curly black hair as they slowed their pace.

A few coughs rattled Lark’s chest. She ignored the concern on Maisie’s face as she fished inside her black velour sweat-suit jacket for her cigarette and lighter. She flicked the lighter open and brought the cigarette tip to the flame. She puffed and took a long drag. The butt dangled from her cold fingers with an ashy glow. She did try e-cigs a while back, but the plastic against her lips held no appeal. She paused to admire the neat green hedgerows and rows of blue-marbled crocuses nearby.

A bright blanket of sun lit the dewy grass. Lark blew the smoke out the side of her mouth and grinned as she joined Maisie and walked along the concrete path. “I should have run while you were on holiday, but I wasn’t motivated enough on my own. Watch the sparks fly off my thighs.”

“And mine. I ate way too much over there.” Maisie laughed. “How did the temp do?”

The daft, nineteen-year-old London girl spent more time making updates to her Twitter account and flirting with the FedEx delivery guy than producing any actual work. “Christina wasn’t you,” she said lightly. “I’m glad you’re back, though I’m sure you’d rather be in Goa.”

Maisie scrunched her nose. “Why on earth would I want to lie on a warm, sunny beach and watch hot men walk by when I can stand here and freeze my ass off?”

Lark laughed. “No clue. Were there a lot of cute guys?”

“I didn’t notice, mate. My job on this holiday was to keep the kids in line and yell at Thomas not to wreck his sister’s sand castles.”

“Did it work?”

“No. He’s in a terrorize-his-sister phase. He wrecked them anyway. And time out at the hotel room isn’t much of a punishment.” Maisie chuckled. “Bless his naughty little heart. But enough about my demonic children. What’s new here?”

Lark licked her lips against the cool air. “I had another dream last night.”

“Same guy?”

“Yeah.” A shiver which had nothing to do with the autumn wind spread through her.

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Tell us a bit about yourself.

Roxanne D. Howard is one of the authors featured in Passionate Cravings, and the award-winning author of When You Close Your Eyes. She writes sizzling erotic romance roxanne #1with Boroughs Publishing Group and The Wild Rose Press. She is a U.S. Army veteran, and a Columbia College alumni. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in the western U.S., and when she’s not writing, she enjoys spending quality time with her husband, children, and furry companions. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her website and social media.

Other Books by This Author

With Boroughs Publishing Group:

Sonnet Coupled

Flip the Beat

Romancing the Seas #1: The Hotter They Come

Romancing the Seas #2: The Harder They Fall

Romancing the Seas #3: The Longer They Last

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Featured Author Michal Scott

Today I’m featuring Michal Scott who’s first chapter of  Better To Marry Than To Burn is included in PASSIONATE CRAVINGS, An Erotic Romance Book Sampler.Passionate Cravings

Michal would you answer a few questions for us?

Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?

I’m a plotter on steroids and so am totally in control of my characters.

What drew you to the characters in this story?

My favorite literary pairing is Beatrice and Benedict from Much Ado About Nothing. So I was drawn to the idea of what if B&B were African-Americans in Reconstruction America, he an ex-slave and she a freeborn Northener.

What is your favorite punctuation mark and why?

The colon. I love receiving permission to keep on talking and the colon does exactly that. :  )

Could you tell us a little about your book?

Freed Man seeking woman to partner in marriage for at least two years in the black township of Douglass, Texas. Must be willing and able to help establish a legacy. Marital relations as necessary. Love neither required nor sought.

Caesar King’s ad for a mail-order bride is an answer to Queen Esther Payne’s prayer. Her BetterToMarryThanToBurn_w12232_300family expects her to adhere to society’s traditional conventions of submissive wife and mother, but Queen refuses. She is not the weaker sex and will not allow herself to be used, abused or turned into a baby-making machine under the sanctity of matrimony. Grateful that love is neither required nor sought, she accepts the ex-slave’s offer and heads West for marriage on her terms. Her education and breeding will see to that. However, once she meets Caesar, his unexpected allure and intriguing wit makes it hard to keep love at bay. How can she hope to remain her own woman when victory may be synonymous with surrender?

Would you share an excerpt?

She pulled the wagon to a stop. “Care to take over?”

She held the reins before him. He nodded. She handed over the reins, crossed her arms and stared at him. “Tell me more about Emma.”

He shrugged. That kind of detail hadn’t been part of the bargain, but…

“Not much to tell. She used to teach us slaves in secret, then openly when Union forces secured our town. I was her star pupil. We married and came West for a fresh start. She died giving birth to twin boys soon after we arrived. They followed her within a few hours.”

A soft light shone at him from her eyes. “Sorry for your loss.”

“None needed. Good comes from bad. Death, not slavery, took my boys from me. They never had to live as someone’s property.” He sat a little straighter. “Our children will never have to worry about that.”

“Our children?” She swiveled in her seat. “You made no mention of wanting children, just marital relations as necessary. I understood that to mean intercourse.”

“I wrote I wanted to leave a legacy.”

“A legacy. Not a dynasty.”

“Legacy. Dynasty. Is there really so sharp a distinction?”

“To my mind there is. I understood you meant to affect future generations—endow schools, found churches, create civic associations. I didn’t realize that meant children. I agreed to having sex, not having children.”

“Of course I want children.” His brows grew heavy as he frowned. “Doesn’t having sex lead to having children?”

“Not with the right precautions.”

His frown deepened. “Precautions?”

“There are many ways to prevent your seed from taking root, Mr. King.”

“I want children, Mrs. King.”

Her lips twisted and her brow furrowed, but she kept her silence.

“All right,” she said. “You can have children with any woman you like. I won’t stop you. I free you from any claim to fidelity.”

“Legacy—or dynasty if you will—means legitimacy. No bastard will carry my name, not when I have a wife to bear me children.”

“I see.”

Buy linkhttps://www.thewildrosepress.com/books/better-to-marry-than-to-burn

Tell us about yourself.

Michal Scott is the pen name of Anna Taylor Sweringen, a retired United Church of Christ Anna Taylor Sweringenand Presbyterian Church USA minister. History has been an old passion of hers. Romance a recent one. The opportunity to combine the two came in the publication of her first erotic romance, One Breath Away in 2016. Ever in love with the honesty in the heat level of all things erotic, she writes erotic romance without a faith arc as well. She began writing romance seriously since joining RWA in 2003 and had her first novel — an inspirational romance — published in 2008 under the pen name Anna Taylor. She writes romances to supply happily ever afters and give insight into the African American experience in the US.

 

 

New Release – She Came First

I’m so excited to share the release of my new book SHE CAME FIRST.

My daughter gave me a tour of the Charlotte Speedway. I’ve always loved car racing and perf5.000x8.000.inddused to watch it with my dad, but I’d never been at a track before. We had a tour of all three tracks, drag racing, dirt, and Nascar. Then our tour guide, a lady who told us she came with the dirt, drove us around the Nascar track fast. Now we weren’t traveling as fast as the racing drivers, but with my vivid imagination I could pretend I was.

I was talking with a fellow Wild Rose Press author about the experience and she told me to write the story.

Blurb:

As head mechanic for her family’s stock car team, Tracy Hyland is making sure her car is ready for tomorrow’s race. If the car comes in first, she can claim her rightful place in the business. She can’t afford distractions, especially an ex high school sweetheart, one who broke her heart but still makes her engine purr.

Racecar driver Delaney P. Jones comes home to drive the Hyland’s car and to win back the girl he left behind. To break the iciness between them, he tempts his sexy mechanic into a smoldering dance of passion. His ultimate goal might prove more difficult—getting her across a private finish line.

Excerpt:

Tracy Hyland slipped into the garage of the family motorsport business and smiled as she glanced at her 1989 Camaro. Her baby’s new blue and white paint glistened in the overhead light. Tomorrow was the car’s first race. Her hopes of standing in the number one spot on the podium depended on their performance.

She walked to the radio and cranked her music. Music and racing—pure heaven.

While the male mechanics would be at their favorite watering hole, hoping to hook up with pit bunnies for a night, she planned a quiet evening ensuring her car was tuned perfectly. Who was she kidding? She was just tinkering. Better here alone than in a noisy bar with strangers.

Tracy had become the head mechanic only after her dad died in a fiery crash. Women belonged in the office, not the track, or so he thought. She should go home and get a good night’s sleep—alone. She liked a good fuck. Actually, a great night in the sack helped her relax before a race, but she’d make do with a hot shower and Dilly the dildo to relieve her tension. What more could she want?

Tracy let the music take hold of her and boogied toward the car, twirling around and shimmying her breasts.

The side door opened, and she froze mid-step and turned.

Delaney P. Jones leaned against the jamb, filling the doorway. Her pulse quickened at the sight of her high school sweetheart.

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Kayden Claremont’s Bio

Kayden’s sensuous writing style drives the characters in lustful romps. She loves reading stories of lust and love.  When she is not crafting erotic romantic stories, she loves to make jewelry and travel.

Kayden is a member of Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers, and Sisters in Crime.

She hopes you enjoy her other books, Hell’s Bounty, Heaven’s Watcher, Timeless Passion, Red Hot, and Tartan Temptation, all published by The Wild Rose Press.

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Touch Me by Nancy Fraser

Today I’m featuring Nancy Fraser and her new release Touch Me. I loved this story and hope you all do to. This book is is available for the very enticing price of 99¢!

Book Blurb

High school teacher Maggie Lewis has decided to start looking for lust instead of love, and the right place for that is through Lusty Liaisons, a unique and exclusive dating service. Her friends are always bragging about their fantastic sex lives, and Maggie wants a man who will ignite the fire that burns deep inside her, a man who’ll satisfy her every desire…without the hassle searching for him through the tedious dating process. She’s hesitant but excited to give in to temptation and agrees to a one-night only liaison with a sexy suit, a virtual Greek God who immediately puts her at ease. Maggie only hopes he’s half as good in bed as he looks.

Business mogul Evan Steele is a workaholic. His recent sexual conquests have left him wanting something more, something different. He longs for a lusty, no-holds barred night with a woman who still borders on inexperienced. The demure teacher might be exactly what he needs. But can he break through her shy shell to delight in the fire that simmers below the smooth surface?

Excerpt

Maggie Lewis shifted restlessly on the tall, leather stool and pressed her fingertips to the dark mahogany wood of the bar to keep her hands from shaking.

She was early. Not a good idea for someone so nervous about the night ahead of her. She’d never used a dating service before, especially one that specialized in one-night hookups.

Opened recently by two enterprising college students, Lusty Liaisons offered something the traditional dating apps didn’t—a single date with no commitment offered or expected. Short of promising the customer a chance to get laid, the site offered its heavily screened applicants the opportunity to spend some quality time with a person of like-minded appetites.

The extensive questionnaire also allowed for the respondent to request certain attributes in their ideal date. Certain…proclivities.

All Maggie wanted was a night of hot sex without the hassle of actually dating. She wanted to be able to leave at dawn without having to sneak out the door while carrying her shoes in one hand and her embarrassment in the other.

With any luck, her use of Lusty Liaisons service could become a welcome, monthly indulgence. Given what the exclusive service charged, once a month would be all she could afford.

Pulling the confirmation from her purse, Maggie re-read the instructions.

Location: The Mark, lobby bar at the Concorde Hotel

Day and time: This Friday at Nine thirty

Contact: Evan Steele

Lusty Liaison’s instructions were short and to-the-point, ending with their wish for a very enjoyable encounter. All Maggie hoped for was to get through the night without running away.

Author Biography

Award-winning author Nancy Fraser has been writing since the early 1990s. Published since 1996, she writes in multiple romance genres. From sweet 1960’s vintage romance, to paranormal/time travel, to sizzling erotic romance, she never knows where her muse will take her.

When she’s not writing (which is almost never), Nancy loves to travel with Las Vegas being her favored destination. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

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Featured Author: Monique DeVere

Today I’m featuring author Monique DeVere, and her book ADAM her Deal Maker. This is the first book of Monique’s Pleasure Flight’s Series.

Don’t forget to enter to win a Kindle at the bottom of the page. Good luck.

QUOTE: “If you love your romance with a dose of humor, this is the book for you. Monique DeVere is a master at tugging at your heartstrings and your funny bone, all at the same time. Highly recommend!” ~ Alicia Dean

Monique Adam, her deal maker

When the plane they’re on crash-lands on a tropical island an impulsive heiress and an overprotective helicopter pilot can no longer escape the sizzling attraction between them.

Blurb:

Making a sexy deal with the deal-maker

Flying sightseers over California is part of helicopter pilot Lacey Sanders’ job. The other part is denying her attraction for hot-bod fellow pilot Adam Swank. A painful experience has taught Lacey never to date her co-workers. So regardless of how sizzling the sparks are, she will never go there again. But when they team up to close a business deal, Lacey can no longer resist Adam’s steamy kisses or sensuous lovemaking under stars on the beach of a private island.

Adam The Deal-Maker has the gift of persuasion. Except when it comes to Lacey. For five years they’ve been dancing around a fiery attraction. Now he has her right where he wants her—in his arms—but can he persuade thrill seeking Lacey to accept his deal and take a chance on an office romance?

Excerpt

Copyright © Monique DeVere 2017

Crystal Swan Publications

All Rights Reserved

Snagged around the waist, Lacey found herself swept off her feet. “Adam, put me down!”

His free hand closed on the doorknob to the stationery cupboard next to them. “We need to talk,” he repeated. A second later he had them shut inside the dimly lit cupboard, her back pressed to his chest, his arm branding her, his body heat reminding her of how hot his naked skin had been against hers. Her stomach fluttered with warmth that meandered through the rest of her.

“We have nothing to talk about.” She squirmed and pushed at his arm around her waist, no match for his easy strength.

“Keep doing that, and we’re going to have an embarrassing problem, Lacey.” His voice dropped to the same seductive husk he’d used that night in Washington. “You must know when you wriggle your butt against my groin like that, it’s going to react.”

She stilled, frozen in midair as a sudden blast of desire slammed her. She drew in a sharp breath, angry with herself for responding to his words, his touch, despite his humiliating dash from her bed after he’d given her a taste of intoxicating ecstasy.

He put her down, dipped his head so his lips brushed her ear, sending a delicious buzz through her.

“We do need to talk.” He let his hand slide across her abdomen, making her muscles quiver as he released her. “And I’m done pussyfooting around the issue.”

“What issue?” The confined space felt too closed-in, too intimate. Too much like the perfect place for lovers to grab a stolen moment.

“You and I.” His fresh, spicy clean scent distracted her as it always did.

She put a step between them, scraped back the lock of her hair that had come loose, her breathing ragged with temper and—she hated to admit—excitement. “There is no you and I—me—I.” He made her so mad she forgot her grammar.

“All I’m asking for is thirty seconds to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Was he really attempting to apologize for the way he’d treated her?

“For what happened in D.C.”

Or was he simply poking at her wound? “I already know that. You made it clear, so no need to press the point home.”

Adam heaved a frustrated breath, rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m saying sorry for the way I reacted after we made love.”

“Will you keep your voice down?” Her whisper came out a little harsher than she intended. “I’m not anxious to broadcast that stupid mistake to everyone in this place.”

In the gloom, she sensed more than saw him tense, as though she’d landed a direct blow and she experienced a moment of remorse.

“Why does everything with you have to be so difficult, Lacey? Why can’t we just get along?”

And wasn’t that just the question she’d been asking herself for months? “Maybe we should stay out of each other’s way.”

One step brought him chest-to-chest with her. “Or maybe we should give in and have a wild fling. It might be the only way to work this thing between us out of our systems.”

“Adam…” She didn’t know what she intended to say. She knew what she wanted to say—oh yes, please!—but it wasn’t what she should say so she said nothing, just stared up into his face in the dimness surrounding them.

“Yes, Lacey?” He leaned a fraction closer, bracketing her waist with his hands, his thumbs rhythmically stroking her ribs an inch from the undersides of her breasts, making them tingle and grow heavy, ache for him to move his hand up another couple of inches.

She wanted nothing more than to rise up on her toes and seal her lips to his, but that path only led to heartache. Same as it had with Leo. As tempting as Adam’s proposition sounded, she couldn’t allow herself to drop her guard with a co-worker ever again. Already she’d been weak enough to do so with Adam in D.C and look how that had ended. Maybe not in devastating heartache, but it certainly stung enough to remind her never to make the same mistake again.

Lacey straightened her spine, gathered her moxie and said, “You’re making me late to a meeting with Dad.” Without giving him a chance to stop her, Lacey grabbed the doorknob, turned it and escaped the confined space, narrowly missing Shay with the door.

“Whoa there, Lace, where’s the fire?” Shay jumped out of harm’s way. “What are you doing in the stationery cupboard?” She craned her neck to glance around the door as Lacey slammed her back against it to shut Adam in.

Fighting to keep her breathing natural and her voice level, she plucked the pen she usually carried from her breast pocket. “Just getting a pen for the meeting with Dad. Might need to take notes.”

Shay gave her a mildly amused look and folded her arms across her chest in the way that told Lacey she hadn’t fooled her friend a bit. “Wouldn’t you need a notebook?”

The door pushed behind her. Lacey pushed back, using her weight to keep the door shut. It pushed harder, sliding her a couple of inches across the tiled floor. A notebook sneaked out through the crack next to her elbow.

Lacey snatched it from Adam’s hand. “That’s what I said. I needed a pen and notebook.” She grabbed the pants pocket of Shay’s pilot uniform and tugged her along with her toward her father’s office. “Whatever you’re thinking, you’re wrong.” She released Shay once she fell into step beside her.

Shay chuckled. “You have no idea what I’m thinking.”

“If it has anything to do with Adam and me, forget it.”

Shay flicked her on the arm. “You told me nothing happened in D.C.”

“That’s right.”

“So why are the two of you acting stranger than usual since you returned from Washington? And—this one I’m dying to find out—why were you shut in a cupboard with him?”

“How do you know I was in there with anyone?”

“Notebooks don’t just slip themselves through cracks between doors and jambs.”


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Monique DeVere is a full-time author of Sweet ‘n’ Spicy Romantic Comedy and Contemporary Romance. She also writes Christian Supernatural Suspense movie scripts. She was born on the beautiful island of Barbados, where she grew up on a large plantation with enough wide-open space to let the imagination run free. She moved to the UK as a teen and shortly after met and fell instantly, and irrevocably, in love with her very own strong-silent-type hero. When Monique isn’t writing or spending quality time with her family, she likes to armchair travel to distant and exciting parts of the world and considers herself to have the best job on earth.

You can visit her at moniquedevere.com where she invites you to join her exclusive Sweet ‘n’ Spicy Readers Club packed full of goodies for her members. Monique loves to hear from her readers, do contact her at monique@moniquedevere.com.

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Featured Author – Elizabeth Alsobrooks

Today my guest is Elizabeth Alsobrooks, featuring her book Stolen Secrets, Fantasy Romance.

Stolen Secrets is a romance spinoff from my Illuminati (Urban Fantasy) series, so is much more character driven and oriented than what is usual for me. It’s steamier, of course, and the hero is hot, hot, hot, if I do say so myself.  Here is who I pictured when writing this:eliazabeth-1

I’m sure you can see how princely he looks? What English gal stranded in Cairo could resist such a persuasive hunk? Well, the heroine, Lady Isabella Valentine tries, but being a romance I guess you know how it ends . . . .

Here’s how it begins:

Everything about the shop was irregular, including the displays which projected at odd angles, supported by ornate wooden brackets and the occasional book case or other Egyptian artifact. Its merchandise had been collected and added to over a lifetime of adventures, and the result was vastly eclectic and often mismatched and even mysterious. The windows of the cluttered antiquities dealership, not yet shuttered, allowed slanted sunlight to illuminate dust motes, thick and insidious, seeking every crevice and ornate feature in which to drift. Brushing her hand across the table to clear it of its most recent layer, Isabella unrolled the map and traced the route with her fingertip.

She heard the bell above the front door jingle, waited for the expected greeting, and sighed. Five minutes later and Misha would have arrived to clean and bar the entrance, and then she could begin preparing for the dig of a lifetime.eliazabeth #2.jpg

Offered an enormous sum by an anonymous benefactor for the acquisition of an ancient ceremonial relic, a sum that would keep the antiquities shop in Cairo her father left her afloat while she continued her own archaeological pursuits, Lady Isabella Valentine was distracted rather than tempted, then suspicious, when the dashing young Bedouin slipped in just before closing and promised her a deal she couldn’t refuse–for the very same relic. Despite his sensual appeal, she did refuse him, sending him away.

Prince Mukhtar, son of Sheikh Abdul Kummel al-Rahman, leader of the Hassana, is on a sacred Illuminati mission for Queen Isis to retrieve something stolen from one of her temples over a thousand years ago. This mortal disbeliever though an enchanting English rose, however beautiful she might be, is clearly in the power of the Usurper and must be persuaded to help him, one way or another. But neither of them know of the evil power they are up against, or what hidden dangers await them in the tomb of the high priest.

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Author Website: www.elizabethalsobrooks.com

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Featured Author – Kara O’Neal

Today I’m featuring author Kara O’Neal and her book Love’s Redemption.

Love’s Redemption is a story of forgiveness and courage. I loved writing this book. Willa is someone I admire. She’s had a tough life and does everything she can to love-s-redemptionprotect her loved ones. I enjoyed exploring her heart and watching her achieve happiness. And she deserves so much happiness. Lonnie is the man she needs, loyal, steady and kind. He is, without doubt, my favorite hero in the Pikes Run Series. (So far.) And while he has a calm nature, he can be just as assertive and determined as Willa. Together they make a wonderful couple, a model of true love. You will not be disappointed in their journey!

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Blurb:

When she was little more than a child, Willa Kramer went to extreme lengths to save her family from their abusive father. After that horrible day, her mother and siblings moved to Tennessee, and Willa had hoped to leave Texas, its memories and Lonnie Davis, the only boy she had ever trusted, behind. But fate is unpredictable.

Five years have passed, and Lonnie finds himself reunited with Willa, the only girl he’s ever loved. He’s determined not to let her slip away again, but a figure from the past looms, threatening his hopes for the future.

Snippet:

He paused. His chest tightened. He’d waited a long time to see her, had wondered if he ever would. Years ago, she’d wrapped him around her little finger, and he’d grown so attached to her, he’d thought about moving to Tennessee to be with her. But then she had stopped writing. To say it had hurt would be an understatement. But he hadn’t been angry. He could never be angry with her. Never. And now she was back and near. It was too tempting.

After taking a deep breath, he moved forward then went through the screen door. Even though it gave a loud creak, she didn’t turn. Did she know it was he who stood behind her?

The light breeze ruffled her skirt. Her long, velvety hair grazed the small of her back. An ache centered in the pit of his stomach. He’d missed her. And now she was here. “Hello, Willa.”

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Featured Author Barbara Edwards

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Annie’s Heart was the result of a dream I had about living on the Kansas plains after the Civil War ended. I researched the area and found the hardships settlers faced to be overwhelming. I was surprised so many not only survived, but thrived. Annie is a strong woman with too many problems, but she is a survivor.

I hope you take this opportunity to read about her.

Blurb:

Only two coins and a gold pendant heart separate widowed ANNIE MOSS from disaster. The fields need to be plowed, the barn repaired and food stored for the winter, but she is alone and afraid. Her dream of a home for her children hangs from the promise of a wandering man to keep moving on, a man she has no reason to trust.

TRACE RANDOLPH has lost everything except his honor, so when a desperate ANNIE saves his life he knows he must pay his debt, even if it means marrying her. The only promise he makes is to leave before the winter snows. A promise he finds impossible to keep.

Excerpt:

Trace wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and hefted another bundle of shingles https://barbaraedwardscomments.files.wordpress.com/2015/08/scan00011.jpg?w=198&h=300onto his shoulder. The sweat dripped off him and he knew he smelled like an old goat. He wondered if Annie had noticed, or if he were the only one suffering from this itch. His mouth was parched and he made a note to purchase more mints when he visited town. A blister burned on his heel. And work shoes. His high-heeled boots weren’t designed for doing farm chores.

He planned on taking a quick dip in the creek later to wash away his ripe odor. The scent of lavender, light and delicate as the woman herself, filled his head. Annie stood behind him. He turned. She smiled and held out a dripping glass of water. Nodding his thanks, he swallowed the drink with pleasure. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and her blue eyes flicked from his fingers to his mouth.

“When do you expect to be done?”

A longing to touch her seared him like a hot poker. Trace jerked his gaze from her mouth to eye the rising sun and gathering clouds. He gauged the daylight hours left.

“Maybe by tonight. It looks like rain, and I hope to have it completed so you won’t be inconvenienced again.”

Her fingers trembled slightly when she held out her hand for the empty glass. His gaze darted to her face. She blushed at his bold stare and stepped back.

“I’m sure I never implied–”

“No, you didn’t, but I have eyes in my head. You need your privacy. I intend to get Digger’s bunk ready as well as my own.”

She blushed a color reminiscent of the climbing roses in his mother’s garden. He realized she was embarrassed by his reference to sleeping arrangements. He was enchanted by her sweet reaction. A woman so innocent shouldn’t be the mother of two children.

Her gaze dropped to the ground as she hugged the glass to her breasts. The dripping condensation soaked into the fabric. She didn’t notice the wet material clinging to her soft outline, but he did. Heat pulsed low in his groin. He longed to trace the outline of dampness with his mouth.

“I need to go into town. Would you like to come?” Trace didn’t know where the suggestion sprang from, but Annie’s eyes sparkled with anticipation, then dimmed.

“But we have chores to…”

“Let Digger do them,” he interrupted.

She hesitated. Cackling laughter followed by a whoop of excitement broke the silence stretching between them. Annie gave him a shaky nod before heading back toward the house.

Trace cursed under his breath as he watched the sweet sway of her hips when she climbed the shallow steps to the porch. Annie was soft and curvy in all the right places. She cast him a quick glance before darting inside.

Review:

”… Barbara Edwards creates a romance that proves life is about surviving disaster. Growing back stronger, and most of all, the courage to love.” **** (four stars), Gerry Benninger, Romantic Times Magazine

Bio:

I’m Barbara Edwards and a native New Englander. I’m a graduate of the University of Hartford with a Master’s degree in Public Administration. I write poetry for myself and novels when I need to tell a longer tale. I’m fascinated by the past so naturally turned to writing historical romance. The dark paranormal stories evolve from nightmares. The romance comes from my belief in people’s basic goodness and longing for love.

I lived in Florida for several years and am past president of the Central Florida Romance Writers and a member of Romance Writers of America.

When I returned to Connecticut, I founded the Charter Oak Romance Writers, a Chapter of Romance Writers of America, along with several close friends
My husband is a retired Police Sergeant. We share an interest Civil War re-enacting and travel the Eastern states to participate in events. I love visiting museums, galleries and battle sites, gathering information for my stories.

I taught Romance Writing at Manchester Community college for three years.

I’m fond of gardening and growing antique roses with limited success.

Most of my exercise is when my Belgian Shepherd, Keeno, demands a walk.

Please follow, friend or like me. I love to hear from my readers.

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Featured Author Tuesday – Immortal Winder by Margo Bond Collin & N.R. Larry.

A princess locked away in an ice tower.
A handsome kidnapper who insists her savior-queen is a liar.
And a chance to break the curse that binds them all.

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Jayla Storm woke up today next to a dead body, with no memory of how it got there. Then Kip Stanton blew up her ice tower—the only home she’s ever known—and kidnapped her, insisting it was for her own good.

Now she’s stuck with a group of rebels hell-bent on usurping the queen who saved Jayla’s life. As her memories resurface, she’s afraid to trust anyone, even while her feelings for Kip grow stronger.

But wherever Jayla goes, the monstrous ravagers follow. If she’s going to survive, and perhaps save Kip and the others, she’ll have to learn to trust someone—maybe especially herself.

Immortal Winter, a stand-alone dystopian paranormal romance
by New York Times bestselling authors N.R. Larry and Margo Bond Collins

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Excerpt:

I woke in my ice tower, covered in a coating of sweat, lying next to a dead body.

With a gasp, I scrambled back against the headboard of my own bed. Other than the motionless figure beside me, nothing around me had changed, though it was tinted yellow from the flickering lanterns.

Arina’s dead body?

I’d never seen a corpse. Not a real one. I eyed the spike sticking out of her forehead and the odd snarl twisting her open mouth. My head swam and I swallowed convulsively.

I knew I needed to act, but all I could manage to do was let Arina continue to bleed out—onto the sheets and onto me. I should have been screaming. I should have been throwing myself off the bed and toward the window. But I didn’t, anchored in place by fire and sweat and blood.

I tried to connect the scene in front of me to some memory, something that swam barely out of reach. I stretched after it, catching a fragment: yesterday was Arina’s day. The day I wouldn’t be alone.

A pain day.

I looked forward to those. That much I knew.

Forcing myself to sit up, I scooted away from her still form, my jaw clenched with the memory of pain. I would have laughed at what lingered but there was a body to attend to. Stumbling out of bed, I stepped out of my clothes and limped toward my ivory dresser. On the way, my feet grazed against something rough. Some imperfection in the ice. Something that wasn’t there before.

I backed up and stared down at the message scratched into the ice, blood swiped across it to highlight the letters, like ink rubbed on a seal impression to darken the image.

She found me. She knows. Went to warn them. Don’t take the infusions. Watch out for Kip.

My body began to tremble, even before my mind caught up.

Yesterday.

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