Spotlight: Intimate Danger by D.C. Stone

Posted on June 23, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

It’s special treat day at the Maylee ehouse. I have the D.C. Stone here today sharing her latest release. Check out that cover. Yum! And that’s just the start of the post. Enjoy!

Intimate Danger

Romantic Suspense

Release Date June 11, 2014 from Evernight Publishing

ABOUT THE BOOK:

When FBI agent Trent Rossi arrives to investigate a chain of crimes—devastating murders and violent rapes—an inexperienced small town Detective, Charlie, who’s assigned to assist, finds her desire surging for the agent—only to realize he is the primary suspect.

A sleeping threat has awakened in the small town of Nyack. Crimes in the cozy village, garner the attention of the FBI, who assign two agents to assist Charlie in tracking down the sick and deranged perpetrator. Agents Trent Rossi and Dillon Echols work closely with Charlie, but as the crimes progress, dark secrets begin to cloud the air, blurring the line between who is on the side of the law and who’s against it. Being Charlie’s first major case, she’s unprepared not only for the menacing killer on the loose, but also with the unexpected feelings Trent draws out of her.

While Trent holds secrets, disappears at random, and seems to understand their perpetrator all-too-well, Charlie’s suspicions grow along with the pull she feels toward him. Her attraction could become fatal, yet she does not realize it until it is too late.

EXCERPT:

Jesus, he should be looking for this Detective Lopez, but his body screamed for this woman. He fought the urge to fidget, cursed the hours he had been working, unable to get any kind of companionship. He would have to work quick and then find Charlie. “I’m Agent Rossi with the FBI.” He leaned against the desk, gave her the look that had gotten him into pants faster than any of his college buddies, and held out a hand. She looked at his palm as if it were a serpent ready to strike.

“And? How can I help you, Agent Rossi?” She rose from her chair and crossed her arms under her breasts. He tried—and failed—to ignore how the movement pushed her plentiful mounds up toward her chin.

He pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair.

Bad move! The stench coming from under his arm made him wince.

“Look, I know you probably have things to do,” he said.

She nodded, brows lifted to her hairline, as if saying “no shit.” He went on, “But I do need to find Detective Lopez. You’d be a real sweetheart if you could point me in his direction. I’m here on a case and I don’t know…maybe after I’m done briefing him, you’d like to have dinner with me? That is, if you’re not busy?”

The contortion of her brows twisted before a sly smile spread.

“You’re looking for Charlie, huh?”

Someone groaned, and Trent glared over his shoulder, perplexed. The heavyset guy in need of Tide shook his head and looked away. Irritated at the interruption and apparent lack of man code, Trent turned his attention back to the cute little female.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

The woman shifted and sat in the chair with purposeful, slow movements. She set one foot on the desk, crossed a long leg over the other. Each action played out in slow motion through his lust-filled brain. He shifted, his focus glued to the smooth expanse of a jean-covered thigh, and stepped closer.

Hummidy, hummidy, hummidy.

“And why is it you need Charlie?” The woman ran a hand up the outside of her leg and his attention followed it. His mouth went dry.

“Umm, a case.”

“A case?”

“Yeah.” When silence met him, he realized what was happening. You didn’t have to go through interrogation and interview classes in order to figure it out. He was being led. His gaze snapped to hers, except this time, her face did not look friendly. If the hardening of her mouth was any indication, she looked pissed. And he’d been totally caught just checking her out.

Resigned, he let out a breath.

“Yeah, a case. Look, I’m sorry for all—” He waved a hand between them. “This. Could you just point me in the direction of Detective Lopez?”

Her hard mouth softened and she stood from her chair again, lips turning up at the corners. Leaning in to him, her scent surrounded him and he got a whiff of coconut.

His gaze tracked along her face, and dropped to her shirt, which parted as she leaned forward. He about choked as he tried to swallow, his mouth dry as the Arizona desert.

“Well, Agent Rossi.”

Lean forward a little more, please.

“If you could stop staring at my tits for all of two seconds, then I’ll tell where you can find Detective Lopez.”

The noisemaker behind him let out a strangled cough.

He snapped his regard up to hers. Hazel eyes blared with anger. Crap.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Seriously, it has been a long damn day. If you’d just tell me where he is, Miss?” He raised his brows, wanting her name. Good Lord, he wanted her name.

She smiled sweet, the transformation of her face a thing of beauty. “It’s Detective.”

He raised a brow, a sick feeling creeping up his spine. “Detective?” he croaked.

The smile spread to her eyes. “Yes, and to not only help you, but to also answer your question, it’s Detective Lopez. How can I help you, Agent Rossi?”

The noisemaker behind him snorted out a laugh.

Where you can find Intimate Danger:

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/intimate-danger-by-d-c-stone

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Intimate-Danger-Empire-Blue-Book-ebook/dp/B00KWSPCE4/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Intimate-Danger-Empire-Blue-Book-ebook/dp/B00KWSPCE4/

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/intimate-danger-dc-stone/1119744881

All-Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-intimatedanger-1547387-149.html

Add it to your TBR with Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22397858-intimate-danger

About the author: D.C. Stone is a romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband and two kids. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.

After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.

Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head. Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense and erotica.

Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She currently serves as the Vice President and 2014 Conference Chair for NJRW. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!

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Mid Week Tease – Long Shot by Cara Bristol

Posted on June 18, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

Welcome to hump day my friends. Thank you to the awesome Sandra Bunino for bringing us together.

I’m teasing from one of my favorite authors, Cara Bristol. Love her books and she has a new release today! Long Shot is a spanking romance novella. It’s part of the Corbin’s Bend series–stories by different authors set in a fictitious community in which all residents practice spanking.

The setup: In this scene, Harris, the hero, drops in unexpectedly at the antique store where Abby is arranging new inventory of vintage spanking implements. On impulse, Harris buys an antique spanking bench. He and Abby have met, but don’t know each well at this point.

Long Shot Tease:

“Would you like it delivered or will you carry it with you?” She sounded all-business now.

“I think I can handle it.”

“Would you like any paddles with that?” she asked in the same voice a burger flipper would suggest fries as an accompaniment.

“Good idea. Pick one out for me,” he replied. He already owned a cache of implements, but a strong curiosity demanded to see what she would choose.

“Oh, I doubt I’m the right person to do that.”

He approached her until he stood a step away. The scent of strawberries teased his nose. “I’ll give you a choice. You can select a paddle, or you can tell me why you didn’t tell your aunt the bench was for me.”

“I don’t know why.”

“That’s your answer?” He cocked his head and folded his arms.

She wet her lips and looked everywhere but at him. “What kind of paddle would you prefer?”

“What kind would you recommend?” he countered, knowing full well she had no idea of the differences.

“Well…” Abby moved to the wall where she’d hung the paddles with care on coat racks. “We have uh, this kind.” She pointed to a smooth wooden ping pong style.

“A solid choice to cover a lot of surface area,” he said. “What else?”

“This one has holes.” She gestured to another.

He shook his head. “Too stingy.” For a beginner. Abby might have a secret spanking fetish, but she was still a virgin, so to speak.

“They’re all here.” Blushing profusely, she swept a graceful arm across the row of paddles like Vanna White lighting up a new Wheel of Fortune puzzle. “And over there.” She gestured to a washstand upon which several more rested and hung from the carved towel holder.

“That one’s leather.” She unhooked more generous oblong-shaped one, and traced the edge before smoothing her hand over the flat surface. He’d been right about her liking for leather. He suppressed a grin and watched her caress the paddle blade. Her skin appeared pale next to the darkness of the hide, her nails on the short side, but painted pink. Spanked ass pink. He bit back a growl.

“Let me see.” Harris stepped over a pile of wadded newspapers. His cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. He allowed his gaze to slide down to her chest, rising and falling. Her nipples formed beads underneath her ecru lace poet-style blouse. Leather and lace. Hard and soft. Masculine and feminine. Sexy.

He scanned her face. An answering desire swirled in her hazel eyes, but she wet her lips nervously. Seeing her tiny tongue flick over her lips cinched his intention. He’d offered to buy the bench on a whim, on a fantasy. But he would see her kneeling over it.

As he took the paddle, he allowed a finger to brush against the softness of hers. He squeezed the reinforced handle, testing the grip. Good fit. Abby’s mouth had parted, and her eyes riveted on the implement.

He snapped it against his thigh. CRACK! Abby jumped. His cock ached.

“This one.” He decided. “How much?” Didn’t matter. He’d pay any price. Seeing the fascination on her face made it worth any and every penny she asked.

“Sixty dollars.”

“You don’t need to check with your aunt?” he teased.

“She gave me carte blanche to price smaller items.”

He pulled out his wallet and handed his credit card and the paddle. “I’ll carry the bench to the register.”

Abby scurried to the front and rang up his purchases, using both an old manual cash register and a very modern credit card scanner. With amusement, he watched as she wrapped the paddle in tissue paper as if it was a fine piece of china and then bagged it.

“Thank you for shopping at Auntie Q’s,” she said politely.

Harris tucked his swaddled purchase under his arm, then picked up the bench. She hurried ahead to open the door.

He peered down at her. “Have you ever been spanked, Abby Delaney?” he asked in low voice.

Long Shot Blurb

Abby Delaney moves to Corbin’s Bend to work at her aunt’s antique store to recover from a painful divorce. She gets more than expected when she meets sexy, charming Harris Montgomery, a local businessman and tennis pro, a man who seems to be the exact opposite of her ex-husband. Through Harris, she discovers her submissive side when he introduces her to spanking good times, and she begins to trust herself again. But when the relationship progresses to a deeper level, she discovers Harris and her ex share more in common than she’d thought. With future happiness on the line, can she risk surrendering her heart on a long shot?

ISBN: 9781612581156

Length: 70 pages

Publisher: Blushing Books

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Pushin’ Buttons by Em Petrova – The Interview!

Posted on June 10, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

TITLE – Pushin’ Buttons
SERIES – The Boot Knockers Series
AUTHOR – Em Petrova
GENRE – western contemporary erotic romance
PUBLICATION DATE – June 10, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 56,000
PUBLISHER – Samhain Publishing

I’m so excited to have EM PETROVA on my blog today. 🙂 Squee! Okay. I’ll try and keep it together. She brought all kinds of great stuff on her latest release, PUSHIN’ BUTTONS and a GIVEAWAY TOO!

Welcome, Em! Here’s your first question: would you please tell us about your favorite place in the world?

In this place I wear mouse ears and no one judges, because they’re wearing mouse ears too! Yep—the happiest place on earth—Disneyworld!

Gosh, that is so true. Disney is the best. Tell us about yourself and why did you start writing?

I write hardworking heroes—in bed and out. I love to write about the common man, his problems and triumphs. It just so happens that my characters like to get pretty hot and steamy between the sheets, over hay bales, and especially in trucks. *grin*

I’ve been writing since I was 12. After my daughter passed away in 2000, I had 7 years of writer’s block. When I came out of the fog, I knew I wanted to pursue writing as a career.

I can’t imagine how painful that must have been and how your emotions have tumbled along the way. You’re a strong woman, Em.

How long have you been writing?

I began writing spinoffs of Sweet Valley High, featuring 2 cute blond twin BOYS, who incidentally every girl in my 7th grade class had a crush on! My friends would pass around the new installments of my series and beg for the next one. You can see how that would make a young writer high, right?

How fun! I remember reading those books. 🙂 When did you first consider yourself a writer?

As soon as I picked up a pen.

GREAT answer. Describe your writing space.

I share an office with a ton of dead animals. No, really. I am surrounded by taxidermy! Caribou, deer, red stags, antelope…

I claim one wall, which has all my covers plastered on it. My desk overlooks acres of countryside that run up to a state park. It’s a great set-up! One thing I’d love is a new chair. Mine is straight-backed and metal, but I’d love a plump leather chair that spins!

When you are not writing what are your favorite hobbies?

Sitting in the car for hours waiting for kids to get out of school/violin/guitar/dance/baseball/basketball/softball. Yes, that’s sarcasm you’re reading.

Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published?

I started by soliciting agents. Eight-some rejections later, I pushed in a new direction. Publishing digitally is the best thing that has ever happened to me and to many, many others who are worth reading!

Can you tell us about a criticism you’ve received that pushed you into a better writing place?

In one of those early rejections, the agent told me he was very disappointed because my book’s premise was so good, yet my writing didn’t match the idea. That pushed me to get my craft up to par!

What is the most surprising thing you discovered while writing your books?

How easy it is to eat meals at your desk. Or how many grilled cheese sandwiches your children can really stand for dinner. Wait, that wasn’t the information you wanted?

Lol, but so true. 🙂 How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

Besides my books, I write under 2 pen names, Hallie Knight (lesbian romance) and Ellis Greer (gay romance). Over the three names, I have over 40 titles, but it’s hard to choose my favorite. http://empetrova.com http://hallieknight.com http://ellis-greer.com

What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?

Write what you love and the rest will come.

What, in your opinion, are the most important elements of good writing?

Great characters and the best goal, motivation and conflict you can come up with.

Which one of your characters would you most like to meet in real life?

I love all of my characters, but I have a real soft spot for a few. One of them is Griffin from SOMETHIN’ DIRTY. He’s a 40something cowboy raising his infant daughter alone while taking care of his ranch and his sick mother. *melts*

What are you reading now?

Badly-edited biker book. Great story, but this writer needs some support LOL.

What turns you on creatively?

Music, weather, art, laughter, new experiences

What is your greatest fear?

Driving off a bridge.

*Shivers* I’ve had similar nightmares. What is your greatest extravagance?

My cowgirl boots cost as much as the rest of my shoes all put together! But soooo worth it! The leather and studs were made for my feet!

What is your favorite music (genre/artist/album/song)?

I listen to all types of music, but lately I’m a huge Miranda Lambert fan. She has a no-bullshit vibe that inspires! I especially love Mama’s Broken Heart.

What is the one thing you do after finishing a story?

Drink heavily until I pass out. No, I don’t do that. Much. Okay, never. I usually just squeeeee with my friends, because my family just waves me away. Mom wrote another book? Yawn.

Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.

These cowboys know how to make the most of an opportunity, no matter the place. *wink*

Tell us a bit about the projects you are working on now?

I have more books in the works for the Boot Knockers Ranch. Pushin’ Buttons is book 1 and Body Language releases in September 2014. I’m also working on a brand new biker series. Look for dirty-hot bikers with attitudes and tender hearts!

Thank you for having me and to all those who stopped by!

Thank you so much, Em! I had a blast chatting with you today. 😀

Sexual dysfunction. The words make Sibyll cringe, but after one too many failed relationships, she has to face reality. Her O-button is broken, big time. Sick of sitting on the sexual sidelines, she books a week at Boot Knockers Ranch. If a passel of rugged cowboys vying to bring her bliss can’t get her off, nothing will.

Hugh had planned to sit out this week’s rotation of sexual therapy, but when he spots sultry Sibyll, he pulls rank. His bone-deep urge to possess her isn’t enough to coax elusive orgasms out of her body, though. And his resolve to give the lady whatever she needs wavers when she shyly makes a mind-blowing request.

Riggs stepped aside when Hugh muscled in to claim Sibyll, but he jumps at the chance to fulfill her ultimate fantasy—a threesome. But once they come together, all barriers are stripped away, exposing his love for the one man—and woman—he’d break every last rule to make his own.

Sibyll followed her gaze to the door between stage entrance and hallway several feet away. His back was to her and the other dozen women, his shoulders taking up most of the door frame and his white T-shirt molded to a chiseled back. Sibyll outlined his back muscles with her gaze, cutting a path down to a backside hugged by worn denim.
The cowboy pivoted. His face was illuminated by the overhead lights as he talked to the perky Isabel, the ringleader of this insane audition process.
“He has a black eye!” someone whispered.
“From a bar fight? Please let it be from a bar fight!” a woman with a gorgeous head of red hair and thick glasses added.
The cowboy raised his head and stared at the women. Suddenly Sibyll’s muscles tensed to run. She didn’t want to be here, had made the wrong decision. So what if I can’t experience “physical and emotional sensation at the peak of sexual excitation” according to Dictionary.com?
Isabel swooped through the door and pointed at the curvaceous brunette to Sibyll’s right. “You’re next.” Then she returned to the doorway, where she leaned and talked to the cowboy with the black eye.
Dust motes swirled hectically in the lights streaming from the stage. Sibyll tried to follow one with her eyes. Anything to keep from looking directly at that cowboy’s handsome, rugged face.
He was huge—tall and broad and muscled in all the ways that made the knot in Sibyll’s core want to unravel. But it never did.
Maybe if he fights to win me, I could.
He glanced up again, and the group of women tittered. The leggy blonde was led offstage on the arm of a cowboy wearing all black except his shiny silver and turquoise belt buckle.
“Wow, he’s fine. Jenny’s lucky to get him,” the virgin whispered after they passed. They stopped at the door, and the production manager moved to the side so they could pass.
The black-eyed cowboy with the two-day-old dark stubble on his jaw shook hands with both cowboy and contestant.
“You—sexy secretary—you’re next.” The production manager jabbed a finger in Sibyll’s direction.
She looked around herself. A slight girl to her right wore a peasant dress and thong sandals, and the tall, toned girl to her left wore sporty shorts and a T-shirt with an energy drink logo.
“Wh—? Me?” Sibyll pointed to her chest.
“Yep, you.” The production manager whirled back to speak with the cowboy, but he’d strolled through the door and was making his molasses-sweet way across the stage.
He passed the first group of contestants, who froze like a herd of deer in the middle of Highway 495. He dipped his head and positioned a battered brown cowboy hat on it. “Howdy,” he drawled, lips curled in the perfect dose of Southern gentleman and cocky bad-boy.
Feminine sighs sounded in response. Sibyll’s heart thumped as he neared her small group standing nearest to the stage. The closer he got, the more his bulk seemed to take up all the space in the room. Or maybe that was testosterone.
He dropped a wink at the virgin and leaned in to speak to her. “The black eye was nothin’ as glamorous as a kick-ass bar fight. Took a hoof yesterday working with the horses.” He straightened and settled his gaze right on Sibyll.
She stopped breathing as electricity passed between them.
That’s my imagination. I’m so keyed up.
The cowboy cleared his throat but didn’t say anything. Around them, women gawked. Hell, even Isabel the production manager stood with her mouth open, glancing between the huge cowboy and her clipboard.
“Hugh, you’re not filling in today, are you?” Isabel asked.
The man blinked, severing his hold on Sibyll. He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not competin’ today. I’m Master of Games as usual.” He pinned Sibyll again with his gaze. Something dark and exciting coiled low in her belly. What if this man did stand up for her?
I’d choose him in a heartbeat.

Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle puppy named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays too damn much for utilities. She loves to write gritty characters with lots of heart and is well-known for scorching, panty-soaking erotic romance.

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Inside Look with Cherrie Mack author of The Beginning (Witches Of The Bayou)

Posted on June 9, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

First, I would like to thank SJ for having me as a guest today. I am thrilled to be here.

My newest read is free, courtesy of Evernight Publishing. This paranormal romance is based on a character from A Late Summer Bloom. It occurred to me, Cecily Jareau, needed her story told. Why was she so jaded? What caused her to hate her royal coven? Why did she want to walk away from her power and her witchhood?

Because her story comes to a satisfying conclusion in A Late Summer Bloom, I thought it would be fun to go back, just a little and tell the story of how it all began. After all, don’t we all love to fall in love? That no holds barred, can’t keep our hands to ourselves, butterflies in the belly kinda love?

Yeah, me too. My hope is you take the time to download and read, The Beginning-Witches Of The Bayou and love it as much as I loved writing it.

((HUGS))

Cherrie Mack

The Beginning

Witches Of The Bayou

Free Read

Cherrie Mack

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Date of Publication: 5/27/14

Number of pages: 46

Word Count: 11k

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

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Book Description:

A young and powerful witch of royal birthright longs to be human. When she meets a human man who gives her the love she’s never known, her decision to renounce her heritage is an easy one. But, not everything is what it seems.

This exciting, short story is a prequel to A Late Summer Bloom—Witches Of The Bayou.

Excerpt:

Cecily sat at Al’s House of Blue’s for the fifth night in a row. She sat in the same seat sipping the same drink and watching James play his trumpet. Having a date afterward had become a welcome routine. She was falling hard for the dashing, swoon-worthy musician and her libido had suddenly awakened from its life of hibernation. Wanting him on every level, not just physical, had her worried.

Did she dare to dream he felt the same way? He certainly gave off a territorial vibe when it came to her. And although being human was James’ advantage, it served as his drawback as well. The fact remained, she was a witch—a witch of royal status. The covens wouldn’t allow her to renounce her origins so easily.

She sighed. James hadn’t even kissed her yet and here she was thinking of a life outside the boundaries of magic.

“You look far away tonight. Everything okay?” James stood near, his aftershave soothing her anxiety.

“I’m fine.”

He pulled a chair up close to her and sat down, taking her hands in his. “No. You were thinking about something that made you sad. I could see it in your eyes.”

“And that bothers you?”

“It bothers me a great deal.”

She stared at his mouth, licking her lips. “Why?” And why haven’t you kissed me?

Without warning, swift and certain, James leaned in and kissed her lips. The contact surprised her, making her pull back. But as she leaned away, he leaned forward, not allowing her to move out of his reach. His lips claimed her, branding her with a fiery passion she never experienced. The crowd was no longer a consequence as she returned his affection. Their tongues entwined in a blistering exchange sending a mass of intense impulses bolting through her blood.

The velvety texture of his mouth was more than she could stand. His tongue, hot and slick, moved in a sinuous rhythm, owning her, imprinting his being within her heart. This wasn’t a kiss—this was a declaration. And Cecily wanted more of it. When he pulled away, she felt exposed, like a raw bundle of nerves left unprotected in the smoky atmosphere.

Applause could be heard from behind her, the audience clapping at their display. The glorious feeling disappeared quickly when Cecily recognized Brigitte standing at the back of the room. James leaned over to whisper in her ear. “After this set is over—I wanna do that again.”

She gave him a nervous smile. “Yes. I’d like that. But right now, I need to use the powder room.” She fanned herself, gave him a wink and rose up on wobbly legs. When she headed for the ladies room she saw Brigitte fall in step behind her.

After they waited for it to clear out, Brigitte leveled a stern look at her. “A human man? Really?”

Cecily stood with her hands on her hips. “James. His name is James. And yes I want a human man because ultimately, I want to be human.”

Brigitte’s eyes widened as if Cecily had committed the worst of sins. “They are unworthy. Not just of a witch but—but you? You have aristocratic blood in your veins. You can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m serious. Neither you, nor Percy and his band of blue-blooded bullies are gonna change my mind.”

Brigitte’s facial features relaxed. “We’ll just see about that.” Cecily panicked. She’d been living as a human for over a week, performing no spells, no magic. She washed dishes and clothes and floors. She purchased food at the market, she cooked. And she was comfortable doing all of it. Now, about to embark on a human relationship, so close to a physical, loving connection, an obstacle was thrown in her path.

Just like always. Her life was one big hurdle after another. Happiness was a breath away and once again she was faced with a complication she never saw coming. That kiss should have been one of her happiest moments but was ruined by the mere presence of another of her kind.

About the Author:

Cherrie Mack is a multi-published romance author who grew up in Flushing Queens NY, the youngest child of six. The city’s diversity gave her a great appreciation for many different cultures and lifestyles. After love finally claimed the girl from the city and dragged her to the suburban madness of Long Island, she settled into a quiet life with her new husband. Two children and one mini-van later, the family found themselves moving towards the sunny skies of Florida where they currently reside. When she isn’t writing, she is busy chasing her children around, laughing with her husband, struggling to learn meditation and hanging out with her best friend–a mutt named Bailey.

Over the last year, Cherrie has continued to flourish, writing contemporary erotic romance, romantic comedy, urban fantasy and her latest, paranormal romance. Her ability to cross genre’s fuels her imagination and gives her the desire to continue to push her boundaries and branch out as a writer. Although she hasn’t settled into any given sub-genre, she is confident her ability will lead her down the right path.

A member of Romance Writers of America, Cherrie is slowly spreading her wings as a romance author. Look for her books at all digital bookstores such as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand, ITunes, Nook, Kobo and many more.

Inside Look with Ela Stein author of Pleasure Android 7.1 and Love’s Labyrinth

Posted on June 3, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

I’m extremely pleased to have Ela Stein here today. She recently made her debut with Evernight Publishing. It’s a great place to make a debut. 🙂 Ela has released not just one, but TWO books and one of them is free. It’s a great opportunity to meet a new author. Plus, one of her excerpts is X-Rated. Wahoo. Take it away, Ela Stein!

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Hello, everyone! I’m here today to talk about my two new releases with Evernight Publishing, but first of all, a very huge thank you to SJ for having me. These are my first publications, so I am excited and a little scared 🙂 Writing has always been a part of my life, and getting published a dream and a goal, so it’s a cool feeling to have two books for my very first release date.

First, a little bit about my Free Read because… well, it’s free. So you can try out my writing at no risk, and I hope you enjoy it. This is a quick and short read, at a little over 5,000 words. “Pleasure Android 7.1” came about as the result of the eternal “what if” question. With all the advances we’re making in artificial intelligence and robots, it seems almost inevitable that this will be our future. I saw a video about the robots they are creating in China… they look like people, they talk, they make eye contact. It’s exhilarating, the progress we’re making, and a little creepy at the same time. Nico, the hero of “Pleasure Android 7.1” is definitely not the least bit creepy. He was created to be every woman’s fantasy and has the database to deliver (wink, wink).

Blurb:

Zola is dismayed to discover that for her 40th birthday, her friends teamed up to purchase her a hot sex droid. She refuses to let herself get attached to a machine, and tries her best to avoid the temptation. He is programmed to overcome such resistance and knows how to wear down defenses and sell himself like a pro using his perfect charms and impeccable skills. Though she suspects it’s nothing more than a sales pitch, she begins to question whether beneath his perfect manufactured exterior can lie genuine feelings and desires.

Excerpt:

What the fuck.

A seven-foot-tall box occupied the middle of my living room. I stared at the prime male specimen behind the clear front panel. Well over six feet tall, with dusky skin, dark brown wavy hair, broad shoulders, aquiline nose, full lips—basically, he looked like a model, the kind you’d drool over in an ad for high-end products.

With his eyes closed, his long, thick lashes grazed his chiseled cheekbones. He looked as though he slept—an illusion of the most expensive kind.

I sighed, hands on my hips. My best friend, Lexia, had done it. For my fortieth birthday, she got me a sex droid. She’d joked about it, but I never thought she’d actually follow through. It had to be her—she was the only other person who had access to my apartment.

On the box, in large, blocky print, it proclaimed “Domestic Android 7.1” and underneath it, in fancy script, “For Your Pleasure.” Alrighty then. And what if it was my pleasure to get rid of it? I stalked to the box and circled around it. The back and both sides were solid panels of striking red. If it was supposed to be romantic, their marketing department missed the boat. I wasn’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day, and this was even cheesier than a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

Although, I could remember a time when chocolates, roses, and a little stuffed bear made my heart skip a beat. I had grown a bit jaded over the years, which was probably why my friends decided to gang up and torture me with this… thing. It stood there, like the proverbial elephant in the room. There would be no vid watching on my birthday, cuddled up with a bowl of ice cream. No relaxing in the tub with a good romance novel. Now I was too distracted, and I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy myself until I got this thing out.

A plan formulated: get the box outside and message his creator, Atlas Robotics Corporation, to come pick him up. No, not him. It. I studied the box. At five foot five, it had well over a foot on me. I tried to tilt it to the side, planning on then pushing it out the rest of the way. The damn thing was heavy. So heavy, it didn’t even wobble when I gave it my all.

Exhausted, I plopped down on my yellow pleather couch to glare at the box. I refused to build up a sweat today of all days. What a disaster my birthday was turning out to be. There was no getting the box out until Atlas Robotics agreed to stop by. Since they had no incentive to be eager to process a return, it could be days. Maybe even weeks, I thought miserably.

Not fair that here I was, suffering, while he—it!—stood there, all serene and peaceful. I jumped to my feet and approached the box. There was an easier way to do this. Turn him on and order him to take a hike on his own two legs. The more I considered it, the more I liked this plan. Quick, easy, smart.

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Okay, I hope you liked the beginning of my free short story. Now, onto my novella, “Love’s Labyrinth”. I am a huge fan of fantasy, and this novella is very close to my heart. It’s set in the far future, on a colonized planet. Humans weren’t doing too well with surviving on it after a crash landing, but the Gods took mercy and intervened, helping them figure it out. The Goddess of Love left behind her magical Labyrinth, where once a year, those who participate get to meet the ones they’re fated to be with. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) the ratio of men to women is skewed, so it’s not uncommon with a woman to find more than one mate. As everyone knows, the Goddess makes no mistakes.

Blurb:

Auria enters the magical Labyrinth on New Year’s Eve, and its halls guide her to the two men she is fated to be with. Brener has loved her from afar since they were children, and Jhennen is a Warrior-Guard, commanding in personality and intimidating in physical presence. They share a life-changing, passionate night together, but come morning, they must decide if their one-night menage can be the beginning of something new. When trouble threatens to tear Auria away from her life and the two men she is starting to develop feelings for, their connection just might be her only hope for salvation.

X-Rated Excerpt:

Brener’s tongue flicked masterfully on my clit. He knew what he did to me. I held my breath, feeling my insides begin to gather, ready for that final moment.

But just before it came, Brener stopped and jerked back, leaving me alone. My pussy protested, my clit throbbing almost painfully. My eyes flew to him in protest, in supplication, but then my whole being froze.

Brener was sitting back on his heels, his lips wet from his ministrations, his body stiff with shock. The same shock I myself felt, as I stared up at the stranger that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.

He was gigantic, appearing to loom like a mountain from my prone position. Whereas Brener had an athlete’s body, this stranger had a warrior’s body with a broad back and wider hips and his entire physique encased in bulky muscle. Blond hair, almost white, was pulled back in a long ponytail—I could see its bottom reached to his lower back. My eyes flew to his face, his cold, pale blue eyes. He seemed to regard me with some measure of amusement. A long pale scar saved his face from being almost pretty, as did the rough bump in his aquiline nose. Leaning against the green wall of the Labyrinth with one shoulder, his relaxed stance was at complete odds with the tension that gripped me.

I gasped and used my hands to cover my breasts, while drawing my legs up to cover my splayed pussy.

Seeing this, he chuckled and shook his head. “No need to cover all the loveliness,” he said, and his words held a hint of an accent, the difference in inflection conveying he was not from our village. It sounded like a northern dialect.

“Who are you?” I could think of nothing else to say in that moment. My heart jumped to action, pounding away like crazy with a surge of adrenaline.

“Jhennen,” he replied, as though we were out to tea, having a pleasant chat. As an afterthought, he added, “Jhennen Vayment.”

“What are you doing here?” Brener almost growled, coming to his feet now, bristling. With them standing, it was clear Jhennen was a couple heads taller. All the more sweet that Brener thought to protect me from him, dwarfed as he was by this man, who looked battle-trained and used to combat.

“I suppose the same thing as you are,” Jhennen drawled out almost carelessly. His stance was nonthreatening, but his eyes glinted with definite danger. “The Goddess brought me here, same as you. So stand down, and either watch or participate, your choice.”

Outraged, I sputtered, and would have flown at him to slap that presumptuous smile off his face, but remembering my complete nakedness, I stayed put. “What do you mean, participate?”

“Is it the word or the concept you’re not clear on?” He turned to me now, his tone light.

“You’re not participating in anything here, or with anyone here. Feel free to turn about and go back the way you came,” I shot back, angry now.

“I think not. The Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, and to be honest, I hoped we’d cross paths here.”

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About Ela Stein:

Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy… Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well (I don’t do contemporary very often). If you’d like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love to get to know all of you, and even though my blog is new, I post regularly and update on life and my writing progress. Thanks so much for stopping by today and reading. You can find me here:

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Inside Look with Elyzabeth M. Valey and her Naughty Fairy Tales

Posted on June 2, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

It’s lucky treat day. I have beautiful Elyzbeth M. Valey talking about her naughty fairy tales, including her latest release. Plus, she’s giving away an Amazon Gift Card. Enjoy!

Greetings lovelies! Today I´m here to present my latest novel The Three Thieves and The Dom, book 3 in The Witches’ Mischief Series.

Do you like fairy tales? This series is a collection of Fairy Tales turned Naughty. Book one, The Golden Cock was inspired by The Golden Goose, Book 2, Blind Beauty, was loosely based on The Ugly Duckling and the latest addition, The Three Thieves and The Dom is based on The Three Little Pigs.

Though each novel can be read as a standalone, you will find that there are two recurring characters: Soussanna and Morgana, the witches.

For centuries Soussanna Wiles has created strife in the world, but her powers have unleashed a force that can only be contained with the help of another: her daughter, Morgana. Now, the darkness is coming and the women must unite forces to fight against it with the strongest magic ever known: love.

But will it be too late?

The Three Thieves and The Dom

(The Witches’ Mischief, 3)

Blurb:

Conall Dougal, infamous rake, wakes up one morning to find his most precious possessions have been stolen by the women he loves. Devastated, he goes in their search determined to find them and extract the truth from them in any way possible.

Penelope, Isidora, and Grace are on the run. They’ve committed a crime and left behind the man they love. Presumably safe, they are stunned when he turns up ready to claim them back and discover the truth.

But, what is the truth? And will Conall’s special kind of coaxing make them speak?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFFF), f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking, forced seduction

Available at

Amazon.com || Amazon. Uk || Evernight Publishing || All Romance Ebooks || Bookstrand

Add it to your Goodreads shelf

Excerpt:

“Do you remember our first time together, little angel?”

“Yes, Master Conall.”

“Were you frightened then?”

She shook her head. “No sir, I was excited.”

Conall leaned into her, brushing his lips against her neck and causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “I was too.” He breathed in deeply, as if committing her fragrance to memory. His tongue swirled around the outer shell of her ear and she arched her body into his.

“So responsive, always so responsive. I want to fuck you, Gracie. Hard and fast because I want to punish your pussy for leaving me bereft.”

Grace moaned. The loud sound echoed in her ears. Panicked, she pushed him, desperate to escape from the clutches he had on her heart and soul. With ease, Conall captured her hands in his, binding her with his strength. Grace panted. Liquid coated her pussy as her gaze found his.

“You want it too,” he said. “Are you wet?”

Grace swallowed. She couldn’t lie to him, but she could choose not to answer.

Conall smirked. “I know you are, angel.” Slowly, he lowered her hands and pressed them against his groin. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his hard length. Conall groaned. “You want this as bad as I do.”

“No. I can’t.” Grace forced her hands away from his erection. A growl-like sound burst through his lips, catching her off guard. Grace yelped as he pulled her hair, sharply drawing her head back.

“Cannot or will not?” His passion-filled gaze flitted over her face for an instant. “Never mind,” he snarled. His lips slammed against hers in a punishing kiss that took the air from her lungs. He kept his hand on her hair so that she couldn’t move, controlling their kiss. She could only comply to his sensual touch, and that was all she wanted to do. His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out hers in hard, angry swipes full of longing and unspent desire. Grace moaned loudly, as with his other hand he found her breast and roughly massaged it through her clothes. Abruptly, he pulled back.

“Angel, little angel of my heart. Will you not tell me why you left?”

“No.”

Conall’s face transformed. His grin turned feral as his eyes narrowed, a fiendish spark in their depths.

“Then I will draw it out of you. I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”

He punctuated each word by running his fingers across her chest and causing shiver after shiver to rack her form. Wetness slid between her thighs and her breasts ached for his touch. She had to get away from him. Unlike Isidora or Penelope, Grace knew that she was the weakest of them. She was like a house made of straw, one that could be thrown down by the wind in a jiffy. She could not allow it. She had promised Penelope to keep her secret, and she would.

Conall’s hand dipped lower, finding her nipple and pinching the hardened nub.

“Would you look at that? It’s already eager for my touch.”

Somehow, he managed to pull out her breast. Grace watched paralyzed as he leaned into her. His lips formed an O around the wrinkled flesh. His tongue swiped over it and her body arched automatically, her hands clutching onto his shoulder for support. His mouth closed hard over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she screamed. Conall’s hands grasped her bottom, drawing her into him as he fervently sucked on her breast.

“Do you feel it? My hard cock pressed against you? Waiting for your hot pussy to wrap around it like the glove you wear over your hand. My little angel, you always enjoyed serving me. Whatever I asked, you did without question and always with utter pleasure. Will you do so now?” He pulled out her other breast, twisting the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Master Conall, please.”

“Tell me, Grace.” He pinched harder. Tears gathered at the back of her eyes as pain collided with pleasure and the desire to tell him all.

“I cannot.”

“Yes, you can.”

She was unable to stop him as he hitched her skirts to her waist and found her wet folds.

“Oh God, Grace.” His voice broke, and for the first time ever she realized how affected he was by the situation. “I want to fuck you, Grace. I want to stick my hard rod up your warm, wet pussy. I want to taste you, love. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall from heaven.” He pushed two fingers deep into her. Grace’s legs trembled.

“Tell me,” he urged, pumping them in and out of her.

“I cannot, I don’t—”

“Yes?” A third finger wound its way inside of her and she threw her head back, giving in to the rising pleasure.

They froze at the sound of a loud knock at the door.

Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Inside Look with Casey Moss author of Open World (C.O.V.E.N.)

Posted on May 27, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

I have a new guest for you today, Casey Moss. She’s is fellow Evernight Publishing author and a participant in the Mid Week Tease. I love her teases. So, when her latest book released, I jumped at the chance to have her here. I had her answer a couple questions so we can get to know her better.

Welcome, Casey! I’m so glad you’re here. I want you comfortable. So, let’s start with you picturing your favorite place in the world. Now, can you tell us a little bit about the place you’ve pictured?

I love the beach. Any beach really from the white sand, turquoise waters, palm trees swaying in a gentle breeze ones to the feisty northern pacific coast beaches with the chilling breezes, rocky coves and deep blue waters. Yet somehow I ended up living in the desert.

Lol, I love the beach too. The moving water always calms my nerves. Tell us about yourself: Who are you and why did you start writing? Also, when did you first consider yourself a writer?

Currently a resident of the hot, high desert in the southwest, I knew I wanted to write at a young age, as early as I learned to read, cooking up stories to entertain myself in the rural area I had lived in. But I took a roundabout way to settle down as a fiction writer, having worked in the corporate and real estate realms writing newspaper articles, press releases, corporate newsletters, etc. Now that I’m settled in the desert, I’ve returned to my first love: creative writing.

I received “the calling” to be a writer in the sixth grade, though I had been writing earlier than that and always had a sense that’s what I’d do when I grew up. Back in middle school, I remember getting an A on an English project and that’s when my inner voice/sixth sense said I would definitely write for a living.

I’ve been studying the craft of writing since my early teens. It started with working on the school newspaper in middle school to creative writing classes and Teens Art Festivals in high school. I received my BA in Communications, Information and Library Studies from Rutgers College with a strong concentration in English Lit/Writing and Interpersonal Communications/PR. Studying under the mentorship of Terri Valentine (author of ‘Sands of Time,’ a Zebra Historical Romance), I honed my novel writing skills. Now I find myself taking the occasional online class and devouring all the writing how-to books I can get my hands on.

What do you do when you’re not Writing:

When I’m not working at my computer cooking up another tale, I can be found hanging out with my husband and cat, reading a book, chillin’ in front of the TV, or working on a craft project. I’ve also been known to play WOW and other computer games.

Describe your writing space.

I have a room in the house that’s dedicated for me. I have a huge desk with cubby holes, cabinets and a drawer. My monitor and screen is on it and the computer tower is on a tall shelving unit on the left of the desk. On the right side of the desk, there’s a bookcase on top of a two drawer filing cabinet. Behind me, I have a fouton couch that I’ll crash out on if it’s late at night (or in the early morning) and I’ve been writing and don’t want to disturb hubby by crawling into bed and having the cat announce my presence. Hell, I’ll even crash on the couch during the day if I need a nap. I have a second monitor that doubles as my television on the filing cabinet to my right. There’s a Queen Anne table which functions as an altar and houses my incense and candles to my left. Let’s not forget my closet that’s full of craft material, my print books I use for signings/sales, and yarn…lots and lots of yarn…for when I get in the mood to crochet. Print outs of some of my book covers are framed and hanging on the walls as are my college degree and writing courses certificates. Oh, and I have a three drawer plastic container tower which has a bunch of books in it. More books fill the bookcase and line the top of my desk.

Now that sounds like a place I could get comfortable in. 🙂 Which one of your characters would you most like to meet in real life?

As far as a male character goes, I’d love to meet JT. He makes a brief appearance in Open World and will be one of the main protagonists in the next C.O.V.E.N. book. When it comes to female characters, I’d like to meet Cassandra. She’s in Open World and will be one of the main protagonists in the book after JT’s.

What is your favorite music (genre/artist/album/song)?

My favorite music group is Rush. As for listening to music when I write, I’ll listen to spa music, alternative or country.

Rush! Wahoo. I thought I was the only girl who enjoyed them, lol. Tell us a bit about the projects you’re working on now?

I’m working on the next books in the C.O.V.E.N. world. So far there are four more planned for after Open World. I have a long story arc weaving through all the stories along with whatever the characters are experiencing in the game & 3D worlds in each book.

Speaking of Open World, here’s the book information…

Available now at Evernight Publishing ~ Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss

The world of C.O.V.E.N. (Clans of Vegas – Endless Night) first appeared in Evernight Publishing’s anthology Keyboards & Kink (available here: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/keyboards-and-kink/ & at other fine e-tailers) in Casey’s story, AFK.

In AFK, we saw a peek into I-D-8 Entertainment’s in-production MMORPG: Clans of Vegas – Endless Night, also known as C.O.V.E.N. when Beth and another gamer got sucked into the game for real.

Now, when it comes to Open World, it’s actually made up of parts from two novellas that had been previously published. Those stories were my very first published ones released in 2008 under my alter ego’s name. A few years ago, I received the rights back on them, and they sat in a file until this year. There’s been some major work done to revamp them from a sci-fi’ish plot to the computer gaming one present in the book today. I am so excited these stories, and more to come in the C.O.V.E.N. world, have found new life and a great new home with Evernight Publishing.

In the story, Open World, some of the employees of I-D-8 have joined together for a LAN party to test the game. For definitions on the computer gaming term: open world, check out http://www.techopedia.com/definition/3952/sandbox-gaming).

Blurb

The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.

Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.

Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?

C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.

Excerpt

“You’re right. But you don’t know how much I want you right now. I want to feel you against me, your hot slick body sliding against mine.” To bring the point home, she stepped forward and laid her hand on the bulge in his pants. Just as she expected, it was hard.

He detached her hand from him and held it. “You know we can’t do anything right now. Not with the LAN party about to get underway.”

Hope frowned and batted her eyelashes. “Can’t I have even a little kiss?”

As she desired, Den yanked her against his body, cupping a breast in his hand, and claimed her mouth. With a happy sigh, she relaxed and molded into him. His mouth sensuously moved upon hers and, when it parted, she followed suit, allowing his tongue access to search and conquer. Hungrily, wanting him more than ever, she matched his movements, undoing his ponytail and running her fingers through his long, soft hair, reveling in its silkiness. She moved her hand down to the front of his pants where she’d been before. Again she cradled him and massaged his cock through his shorts. His tongue delved deeper into her mouth. His fingers tweaked the growing nipple beneath her shirt and bra.

Happiness, combined with a feeling of forbidden pleasure, created a stormy sea of sensation within her. She was lost and found in his kiss. With him she truly believed she was safe, secure…cherished. When he pulled away and looked down upon her, she knew she had found her prince charming, her proverbial knight in shining armor.

Den clasped her in his arms. She nuzzled her cheek along his chest again and, as she gazed upon the community’s pool area, movement caught her attention. She could have sworn she saw Mr. Jenkins duck behind the corner of the building.

Bio

Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

Casey Moss Links

Website: http://caseymossbooks.com/

Blog: http://caseymossbooks.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/author.CaseyMoss

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CaseyMoss_

~ Buy Links ~

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/open-world-by-casey-moss/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Open-World-C-O-V-E-N-Casey-Moss-ebook/dp/B00KCE12JW

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-openworld-1514409-147.html

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/open-world

Thanks for visiting, Casey and congratulations on your new release. 😀

Spotlight: The Beta’s Beloved by Rebecca Brochu

Posted on May 12, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

Blurb:

A year after Declan Adair crashed into Carson territory and into the alpha Law’s heart things have finally settled down. Except for the fact that Trace Carson, Law’s brother and right hand wolf, is head over heels for the fiery but skittish Lachlan, Declan’s identical twin brother. The entire pack, including both of their brothers, knows how Trace feels about Lachlan. The only problem is that Lachlan seems completely oblivious to Trace’s interest.

Trace, in a final attempt to woo the elusive Lachlan, whisks him away to the northern reaches of the territory and a remote cabin deep in the heart of the forest. Trace hopes that he can convince Lachlan to give him the chance he needs to prove himself before someone else swoops in and takes his beloved away. Trace will do anything to prove to Lachlan that he can be the man and the wolf for him.

Excerpt:

They were both panting when he finally broke the kiss. Lachlan’s face was flushed, and his eyes were bright, and he was so beautiful Trace could barely breathe.

“Can I?” Trace asked as he let Lachlan go so he could trail his hands down the smooth line of Lachlan’s chest to fiddle with the waistband of his borrowed sweat pants.

Lachlan nodded his agreement and Trace slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down and off. He tossed the pants in the direction of the couch, attention focused on the way Lachlan’s half hard cock bobbed against the smooth line of his stomach. Trace relished the hiss Lachlan released when he wrapped a hand around his cock and tugged. Lachlan was smooth in his hand, hot and hard and utterly tempting. He swiped his thumb across the head and grinned when Lachlan moaned and bucked up into his grip. Trace watched the way Lachlan’s eyes fluttered closed and couldn’t help but frown lightly at the way he bit lightly at his lower lip in an effort to stay quiet.

“Don’t do that.” Trace thumbed at Lachlan’s mouth with his free hand as he twisted his other to give Lachlan’s cock a firm upstroke. “I want to hear you.”

Lachlan moaned loudly in response, pushed his hips up lightly into the firm grip that Trace had on his cock. He didn’t try to stifle himself again, and Trace had to ignore the way his own cock throbbed with want at the sounds Lachlan emitted as he stroked him.

Trace moved out from between Lachlan’s thighs so he could settle onto the rug beside him. He played with Lachlan lazily for a few moments, did his best to remember every twitch and shudder he managed to wring out of him. Lachlan’s flush grew, spread across the high arches of his cheeks and down his neck and chest. He could smell Lachlan’s arousal in the air still, thicker than ever before, could feel the way Lachlan was approaching the edge, muscles tense and breathing heavy.

Trace pushed him further along with a few more strokes and then he abruptly stopped. Lachlan whined at him in protest, bucked his hips up and tried to entice him back, but Trace just grinned down at into his flushed face. Trace leaned down and took Lachlan’s mouth in another deep kiss. Before he pulled back Trace grabbed one of Lachlan’s hands and guided it towards Lachlan’s cock.

“I want to watch,” Trace rasped. Lachlan jerked and stared up at him in surprise, but Trace just leaned over and ran the flat of his tongue across Lachlan’s nipple. “I want you to do it.”

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-betas-beloved-by-rebecca-brochu/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Betas-Beloved-Wolves-Flathead-ebook/dp/B00JQRR8TY

About Rebecca Brochu:

I am proud to say that I live in a small town in North Carolina, surrounded by fields and fresh air. Naturally I spend most of my days crouched in front of a keyboard or curled up with a book. As an avid video game and anime enthusiast, it is an understatement to say that I have a vivid imagination. With a collection of games, dvd’s, and books that number too many to count I am often neck deep in some fantasy world. I am also the proud owner of two haughty cats and one encouraging dog. I truly do owe it all to the readers. Thank you so very much.

Links to find Rebecca Brochu:

Evernight Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rebecca-brochu/
Blog: http://rbrochu.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorRBrochu
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B008DMDK5E
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorRebeccaBrochu
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5159900.Rebecca_Brochu

Happy Release Day to The Sin Circus with Sweet and Sticky Buns from Sabrina Garie

Posted on April 29, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

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The Sin Circus

Everyone remembers their first trip to the circus–the home of fantasy and dreams. Where the idea that anything is possible meets a creative reality of alluring tricks and amazing acts of defiance. The big top is known for inspiring lust, awe, and happy memories, and now you’ll see it like never before.

Some of today’s hottest romance authors combine the decadent memories of the center ring with all the flavors in erotic fiction in The Sin Circus. Whether it’s with a dominating Ringmaster, a lion tamer’s bratty kittens, or a dark Harlequin King, this show is sure to shock the audience with its dazzling dares and tantalizing tales.

Oh, that sounds fun and now here’s something Sweet and Sticky from Sabrina Garie

The circus abounds with very naughty food. Cotton candy, popcorn, snow-cones, cracker jacks and so much more. In the The Sin Circus, my story “Sweet and Sticky,” uses edibles in tantalizing and sexy ways. You may find some new uses for cotton candy after you read it. 🙂

In addition to serving as sexy props, food is also woven into the main story. The hero, Nick, is a literary agent specializing in cook books and food writers. Here’s a pretty decadent recipe from his most successful, and eccentric, authors. Sweet and sticky, just like the story.

Dorothy Blaine’s Vanilla-iced Cinnamon Buns

Bun Ingredients

2 (.25 oz) active dry yeast packages
1/3 cup sugar
2 cups warm water
6 and ½ cups all-purpose flour (this will be divided)
2 eggs
1/3 cup vegetable oil
½ cup of sugar
2 teaspoons cinnamon

Vanilla Icing Ingredients

1/3 cup of softened butter
3 cups confectioners’ sugar
1 and ½ tablespoons of Milk
1and ½ teaspoons Vanilla extract

Bun Directions

Dissolve yeast and 1/3 cup sugar in warm water. Best to use a large mixing bowl for this. Then, stir in 2 cups of flour and beat for two minutes, then add in the eggs and oil. Add one half cup at a time, then beat well. Continue to do so, one half cup at a time, until you’ve used all the flour.
Once the dough is ready, knead it for five minutes on a lightly floured surface. Butter a large bowl (you can use oil if you prefer), add the dough and coat it with the butter (or oil). Cover and let rise. You want it to double in size. This will take about forty minutes.
While the dough is rising, mix together the cinnamon and the remaining ½ cup of sugar.
When the dough has doubled, divide it into 12 pieces and roll in the cinnamon sugar then put in a greased baking pan. Cover the pan and let it rise, again about 40 minutes until it doubles yet again.
Bake for 30 minutes in an oven preheated to 350 degrees F
Let cool then add the icing.

Vanilla Icing

Stir all the ingredients (butter, sugar, milk, vanilla) together. Add when the buns are cool.

Yum! Thank you, Sabrina Garie for sharing that recipe. I can’t wait to try it out. Now, let’s read more about each story in The Sin Circus.

Dark Surrender by Rachel Firasek

He stole her control, but she hasn’t completely surrendered her heart…yet.

http://www.rachelfirasek.com

Claimed by the Blade by Mina Carter

He’s waited years to claim her. Tonight, she’s all out of excuses…

http://mina-carter.com

Ring of Fire by Lacey Wolfe

The Ringmaster must figure out his feelings before his ballerina goes up in
flames…

http://www.laceywolfe.com

Unmasking Her Dom by Jennifer James

Tormented by touch, the King of the Harlequin resolves to release his bratty
sub before she strips away the last barriers between them, and discovers his
secret shame.

http://www.authorjenniferjames.com

The Bratty Lioness Tamer by April Angel

Two sexy female lovers. A new master ready to tame them.
And the performance they’ll never forget.

http://millytaiden.com/

Sweet & Sticky by Sabrina Garie

Recipe for forever: Mix a flailing writer with a down-on-his-luck agent, toss
in a pound of cotton candy and an empty bleacher. Let simmer.

http://sabrinagarie.com/

Twice the Pleasure by Georgina DeBurca

As the bindings unravel, two brothers race to save the woman who has captured
their hearts.

https://www.facebook.com/author.deburca

With the Greatest of Ease by Anne Lange

He traded a trapeze and the catch of a lifetime for a life in a courtroom. Now
he’ll share her, to catch her, one last time.

http://authorannelange.com/

For the final act, the author’s of The Sin Circus have this fun Giveaway. 🙂

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The Sin Circus released today, April 29, 2014!! 😀

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Inside Look with Carlene Love Flores author of Touch of Sin

Posted on April 22, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

Happy Earth Day everyone. Not only do I have the fabulous Carlene Love Flores here sharing her brand new FREE read, but I also bring news of Evernight’s earth day sale ~> 50% off! Wahoo. It’s for today only. So, don’t delay, shop today.

Save a tree. Read an eBook.

Take it away, Carlene. 🙂

Quick—who’s your favorite Opening Act you’ve ever seen? I’ll give you a few seconds to think about it while I thank SJ for hosting my latest release today. Thank you, SJ! Was that long enough? Did you think of anyone? I have a few I’d love to share with you. Eight years ago there was Ima Robot who opened for She Wants Revenge who opened for Depeche Mode. Another trio-string favorite of mine was seeing The Sounds who opened for Paramore who opened for No Doubt. If I was ever magically blessed to lead my own band, I’d want to do it like The Sound’s Maja Ivarsson. She’s Swedish, sexy and does these amazing kicks. But my most recent faves were this September when I got to see Bat For Lashes open for Depeche Mode. When she sang Laura, you could hear the wind blow at the outdoor venue. It was truly beautiful. And then this February I was treated to Gary Clark, Jr. when he opened for Kings of Leon. As you may have guessed, I have a music problem. I can’t get enough! Which is why I’m very happy to share my latest release with you today. Touch of Sin is the official FREE READ for my rock star romance series, The Sin Pointe Novels, and you guessed it….it’s about the Opening Act. I look forward to hearing about your faves and wish you lots of Happy Reading. Love stories rock! Xoxoxo Carlene

Touch of Sin (A Sin Pointe Novel Free Read) Blurb:

Lonerby guitarist Luke Willoughby and his band are under tight scrutiny since a press conference was ruined by a band member’s sudden vomiting attack. They’ve been suspended from the Sin Pointe tour and Luke fears they’ve blown it for good. The last thing he expects is the cute management spy sent to observe him.

No-nonsense Sarrie Walker knows exactly what she’s there to do, and makes no secret of it. Luke is impressed—and powerfully attracted to Sarrie’s strong and sexy innocence. When they end up stuck together in close quarters, Sarrie becomes dangerously irresistible—and very much off-limits. Does she hold Luke’s second chance? And if he gives in to her powerful allure, what happens to his heart?

Excerpt:

Sarrie stepped carefully and mostly on tip toes out of the tiny, grime grouted shower. She’d had to waste one of their two usable towels for a floor mat and made sure to land on it.

The good news was that she no longer teetered on what she’d tell Mr. Keller when they made it to D.C.

Noah was sick and while he’d managed himself at these smaller gigs, he didn’t belong on a massive, nationwide Sin Pointe tour. She tried to picture him night after night and the binge drinking sessions. It hurt her heart to think of it but worse than that was picturing the landslide of sleepless nights Luke would have to suffer through caring for him. Sure, they might all hate her as a consequence, but that’s why it was called tough love. The truth hurt at first. And sometimes for a very long time after. But at least the person would be alive.

She grabbed for the towel she’d left on the toilet seat and found a loosely folded bunch of clothes. Not hers because they were too big and, she pulled the shirt to her nose, they smelled like Luke. “Mmmm.”

Her eyes popped open so wide she felt her lashes touch her brow bone. Yes, she’d just sighed at a man’s smell. It was a first. Maybe it was because her decision no longer hung over her head, but she could get lost in the fact she held the shirt he’d played in. She inhaled and the smell brought back visions of him serving as master of his guitar and the beads of sweat that had dotted his forehead, the one that hung from his nose, and the slick mass that had wet his chest hairs showing through the top of his V neck shirt. He’d been so lost in the music that he hadn’t seen her staring or cared about the sweat. She’d noticed more than she realized and had to stop and breathe through what that meant.

“So that’s it, Sarrie? You’re going there now?” she whispered to herself. “Unbelievable.”

Why shouldn’t she?

Because she’d never had these feelings for a man before? Because the two days she’d known Luke were clearly not long enough and she was here to study him, not fall into a foolish one-sided infatuation? Or was it that his life situation was too close a reminder of the one she’d finally saved herself and her father from? The heaviness of all those truths bowed her shoulders inward and down.

He’s gonna be dealing with Noah’s addiction for a long time to come, especially if he can’t stand to see his baby brother suffer. That’s what enablers did. She knew because she’d watched her mom tiptoe around her dad until the day Mom just didn’t come home.

Plopping down on the toilet seat, she bundled Luke’s jeans together with his shirt and hugged them. A sock fell from the pile. She found its match and could have cried at his selflessness. He was a good guy and he had a ton of hurt coming his way. For a second, she forgot where she was and nearly let her head fall back against the dingy bathroom wall.

Cold air leaking through the thin motel walls made her shiver. So did the thought of wearing Luke’s clothes. But after she made sure to dry off with the one towel, she pulled on her old panties and bra and then his jeans, which nearly fell right back down, and then slipped his V neck shirt over her head. The baggy look reminded her of the girls from TLC, but not one single day in her life had she ever felt crazy, sexy or cool. Well, maybe she could identify with the crazy part. Completely foreign to her was the thought of what Luke would think. And then she had an altogether more shocking thought. If his clothes were in here, what was he wearing?

Hot gusts of air puffed out from her lungs until she managed to calm them down. But all she could really think about were bare, strong shoulders and more than just the tiny glimpses she’d gotten of his chest in the V cut shirt she currently wore. She needed a drink of water. Badly. She wiggled her toes in his giant socks.

A Bit About Carlene:

Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC). Carlene currently lives in the D.C. area where she can often be found listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights. If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.

Find Carlene Here:

Website http://carlenelove.com/

Publisher http://www.evernightpublishing.com/carlene-love-flores/

Goodreadshttp://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6887320.Carlene_Love_Flores

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/carlene.l.flores

Twitter https://twitter.com/cloveflores

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Find Touch of Sin (A Sin Pointe Free Read) Here:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/touch-of-sin-by-carlene-love-flores/

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-touchofsin-1478925-149.html

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