Spotlight: Taming a Gentleman Spy by Maggi Andersen

Posted on December 16, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

Taming a Gentleman Spy

(The Spies of Mayfair)

By Maggi Andersen

Length: 280 pages

Blurb:

John Haldane, Earl of Strathairn, is on an urgent mission to find the killer of his fellow spy. After visiting the young widow of one of his agents, Strathairn strengthens his resolve. A spy should never marry, and most certainly not to Lady Sibella Winborne, with her romantic ideas of love and marriage. Unable to give Sibella up entirely, he has kept her close as a friend. Then, weak fool that he is, he kissed her. Lady Sibella Winborne has refused several offers of marriage since she first set eyes on the handsome Earl of Strathairn. Sibella’s many siblings always rush to her aid to discourage an ardent suitor, but not this time. Her elder brother, Chaloner, Marquess of Brandreth, has approved Lord Coombe’s suit. Sibella yearns to set up her own household. She is known to be the sensible member of the family, but she doesn’t feel at all sensible about Lord Strathairn. If only she could forget that kiss.

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Author Bio:
Maggi Andersen fell in love with the Georgian and Regency worlds after reading the books of Georgette Heyer. Victoria Holt’s Gothic Victorian novels were also great favorites.

She has raised three children and gained a BA and an MA in Creative Writing. After husband David retired from the law, they moved to the beautiful Southern Highlands of Australia.

Maggi’s free time is spent enjoying her garden and the local wildlife, reading, movies and the theatre. She keeps fit swimming and visiting the gym.

Maggi is a multi-published author, and writes mysteries and young adult novels as well as her Georgian, Regency and Victorian romances.

Author Website: http://www.maggiandersenauthor.com

Author Blog: http://www.maggiandersen.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/maggiandersen

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Excerpt:

Beneath glistening chandeliers, the dancers spun to the strains of a Handel waltz. Strathairn smiled down at his partner, her slim waist beneath his hand as they danced. Lady Sibella Winborne looked like a delicate flower in a gauzy pale gown covered in amber blossom. White ostrich feather plumes adorned her luxuriant dark locks. He enjoyed looking at her. Her serene oval face lifted and she smiled at him, her mouth wide and full. Too wide for beauty some might say, but made for kissing. She had inherited her mother’s famous eyes, a delectable mix of blue and green, but her nature was quieter, lacking the vivacity of her mother in her youth, who was said to have had men falling at her feet. He admired Sibella’s calm beauty, but she was oh, so much more: practical, poised and intelligent. Yet still unmarried, which surprised him.

“You arrived late tonight. I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said.

“I was tied up with business.”

“Not parliament?”

“No.”

She tilted her head. “Your horses, then?”

He grinned at her blatant curiosity. “No.”

“You won’t tell me.”

“No.”

Sibella laughed with good humor. “Very well. Might I find you riding in Hyde Park tomorrow?”

“I hope to.”

Her delicate brows rose. “If business doesn’t keep you.”

He laughed. “Precisely.”

The music faded away. Strathairn escorted her back to her chair where her mother, the Dowager Marchioness of Brandreth, sat fanning herself among the other dowagers. He bowed, planning to slip into the rooms set aside for gambling. As much as he might wish to dance with Sibella again, it would place them under scrutiny, and faro was an effective release from the tension he always carried with him.

“Don’t rush off, Strathairn,” her sharp-eyed mother said. “We have seen little of you of late. You rarely frequent these affairs.” She waved her fan in an arc to encompass the ballroom. “Where have you been hiding?”

“Not hiding, my lady, merely visiting my estates.”

Lady Brandreth adjusted the silk shawl over her shoulders. “Did you include that pile of yours in Yorkshire? I enjoyed the hunt ball, but it’s cold as charity in winter up in those parts.”

“Not this time, but I miss it. There’s a wild beauty to the dales in winter, quite unlike southern England.”

“I daresay.” Her purple turban wobbled as she nodded. “You are a fine figure of a man, Strathairn. What are you now? Six and thirty? You should marry. You should be setting up your nursery.” She gestured toward her daughter sitting beside her. “Sibella will bear you healthy children. The Brandreths come of good stock, and the Wederells even better.”

“Mama, please!” He caught Sibella’s apologetic gaze and suppressed a wry smile. Her plea would have little effect; the marchioness was known to be one of the most colorful and outspoken members of the ton.

The dowager batted her daughter’s protest away with her fan. “I am merely speaking the truth, Sibella.”

“Your daughter is a credit to you, my lady,” he said with a smile. “She has inherited both your beauty and intelligence.”

“Now you are toad eating.” A roguish smile lit Lady Brandreth’s face. “You always were a charmer. Sibella is intelligent. Walk with her on the terrace to discover it for yourself.”

“I should be delighted.”

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Spotlight: Fall Into Me by K.M. Scott

Posted on December 10, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

Fall Into Me

(Heart of Stone #2)

By: K.M. Scott

Published: November 25, 2013

Length: 233 pages

Blurb:The second book in the Heart of Stone series continues the sensual and emotional story of Tristan and Nina that began in Crash Into Me…

Wealthier and more powerful than most men his age, Tristan Stone merely has to give voice to his desires and whatever he wants is his. Money has given him the ability to say nothing and no one is beyond his reach.

Except for Nina. Stripped of her memory after an accident, she doesn’t remember the man who loves her. Now he must find a way to show her why she fell in love with him, but the past is always just a step behind, threatening to take her away forever.

Unsure of everything about the past four years, Nina believes Tristan loves her. But will the secrets he holds tear them apart just when she needs him most?

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EXCERPT:

I didn’t want to hold back anymore. I wanted her to be mine again, body and soul. Cradling the back of her head, I drew her mouth toward mine and kissed her with all the desire I’d kept bottled up for all those weeks. Her lips were soft against mine but as eager and passionate as I slid my tongue into her mouth to find hers. When she sighed into my mouth, I couldn’t wait anymore.

My hands clawed at the zipper down the back of her dress, but it got stuck an inch from the top. Aching to be inside her, I tore the two halves of the dress apart, ruining the zipper and the dress.

“Tristan, my dress!” she cried as I pulled it from her body.

“I don’t care. I’ll buy you ten dresses just like it,” I panted as I unhooked her bra and slid the first strap over her shoulder. “Same thing with the bra. And if these panties don’t come off easy, I’m going to rip through them too.”

Nina’s fingers tore through my shirt buttons until it hung open, and I quickly shrugged out of it. She was as desperate as I was to be out of those damn clothes. In seconds, she had my belt off and my pants and boxer briefs off my legs, and I had her pushed up against the wall.

As I lifted her off the ground to wrap her legs around my waist, I pressed my forehead to hers and rasped, “I hope you weren’t expecting something slow and gentle. I can give you that, but tonight I don’t want to wait. I need to be inside you, Nina.”

Moaning, she pulled me close, but just then I remembered her sore ribs. Pulling back, I said, “I forgot about what the doctor said. Maybe we should go easy this time.”

She dug her heels into my lower back and pulled my mouth to hers in a deep kiss. Her voice husky, she groaned, “Please, Tristan. I’m not a china doll. I’ll tell you if something hurts.”

I gently slid just the head of my cock into her, still worried I might hurt her if I didn’t take it slow. My body was in agony wanting to bury myself inside her, but I didn’t want to risk bruising those already sore ribs. I could give her gentle, even if every part of me wanted much more.

Nina pushed her palms against my chest and held me away from her. Worried I’d already screwed this up, I opened my mouth to apologize but she touched her finger to my lips to stop me. “Don’t make me wait. I don’t want gentle now. I want you…all of you.”

Her fingers pressed into the back of my neck as I plunged balls deep into her wet and willing cunt. Nothing in the entire world ever felt better than that moment when our bodies joined together as one again. Her body was hot and enveloped me, taking my body to places I thought only existed in my imagination.

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Spotlight: Alex’s Destiny by Amy Gregory

Posted on December 2, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

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Title: Alex’s Destiny

Author: Amy Gregory

Publisher: Self

Length: 243 pgs (print edition)

BLURB:

Her destiny was written for her, long before she was ever born. She embraced it, wanting nothing more than to give everything within her back to the sport in which she was con- sidered royalty. Her family’s legacy would live on, revered by all. And she thrived on the long work days she spent teach- ing at the academy her blood was tied to. Alexandra Sterling needed that dirt track as much as she needed her next breath. That same track was the one that drew in a young student years before. Alex had given her heart away the day they met, knowing that he belonged to only her. For years she’d waited, knowing without a single doubt that he’d make her his when the time was right.

But…she’d never asked Dallas if he felt the same way.

Her hurt leaves her vulnerable, her days dark and her in- stincts dulled. After one night of hell, Alex is lost. Her world is crumbling around her, and without her lifeline and best friend beside her anymore, there’s nothing to keep her from

Dallas Hunter is a pro rider on the motocross circuit, following in the footsteps of his father Eli. For Dallas, it’s always been Alex, but he’s kept his feelings locked away out of fear, his love for their family, his biggest obstacle. One short and chilling phone call to her puts him on high alert. Knowing something is terribly wrong sends him racing across the country, back home, back to her. But what he finds almost kills him.

Now he’s watching her slip away right before his very eyes. Figuring out how to help Alex before it’s too late, might turn out to be harder than any race he’s ever ridden. And he has to do it with his team and sponsors screaming at him from the other side, trying to pull him back to the world he’s dedicated his entire life to. Dallas knows he has to help his best friend, the woman he loves…and do it without tearing his family apart.

EXCERPT:

Years of roaming every inch of the Noland property left an intricately detailed map ingrained in her head, memorized for life. Instead, she stayed, not wanting to be rude to her family. As she stood there, the sun gave way to the moon. The dark purple lining the horizon was the only evidence it left behind. She couldn’t help but feel her heart break. Not the earth-shattering pain of a sudden loss, or that at the mercy of death, but a slow, piece-by-painful piece kind of heartache.

The kind where emotions whirled around inside her, at war with one another. Feeling stupid, desperate, and confused, she tried to remember when she knew. There wasn’t some crystal clear moment. Not a black and white answer. Dallas had just always been hers. She never questioned it, never saw their ages as an obstacle, and until this week, she didn’t think he had either. Alex just knew Dallas would wait for her.

That was what hurt the most. Well, two things actually. Being wrong—and being empty.

For the first time she felt hollow and questioned her entire path. Her foot slipped, landing hard on the ground below the fence. She shook her head and closed her eyes. It was supposed to be Dallas. He would retire from racing and join the staff of the academy.

They were supposed to have the big white wedding. They’d spend their years teaching side-by-side as the fairy tale ending lived on around them.

There’d been no question in her mind over the years. All she knew was there wasn’t supposed to be a different woman in her spot by his side. Feeling the sting, she screwed her eyes tighter then swiped at the tears that fell, despite her best effort to prevent them.

The hand on her lower back made her flinch in surprise. She’d been so lost in her own world she hadn’t heard him approach. Without a word, she knew the scent, the hold was one she’d felt a million and one times.

Dallas.

She tried to be angry, to hold onto the feelings that made her flee the house in the first place. She couldn’t. At his touch, even through clothing, his warmth melted the ice in her veins that quickly formed during the last few minutes of solitude. Another tear—another swipe at it.

“Alex.”

She didn’t answer, instead she shifted her cheek to rest the opposite direction to avoid him.

“Alex, talk to me. Please.”

Suddenly his touch burned her, seared her. Jerking away from the source of pain left her standing face-to-face with him.

“You don’t love her, Dallas.” Her mouth fired off the accusation before her brain engaged. Either way, the words were spoken. His silence was deafening. The admission painful. However, she knew she’d been right, even without seeing the narrowing of his eyes or the flare of his nostrils. He’d never lied to her—ever. And she knew he couldn’t start now.

His mouth twisted, his brow knitted tighter. In the glow of the light from the shop, she saw his torment as he searched for words. He didn’t have to. Alex saw the answer in the gray eyes she knew so well. Her imaginary world had been just that—totally one-sided and in her head only. The security and love she’d felt from him over the years vanished, and the foundation of her world crumbled. The walls started to shift. Her heart was breaking, the cracks deepening at warp speed.

Her only choice—run.

Stepping away from the penetrating gray, she made a half turn, only getting an arm’s length away as he reached out to stop and spin her back. “Don’t you dare walk away from me, Alex.”

The command was crisp and the deep tone had her body reacting to his order. Frozen to her spot, she stood absolutely still. It could’ve been because of shock—it wasn’t. The pounding in her chest left her reeling. He held her tightly by her upper arms. Unable to move, she shivered in his hold.

Fire sparked again. “Don’t dare walk away? Excuse me? You have no right—”

“Stop. Now.”

Her eyes flared as she clenched her fists at her sides. “You made your choice.” She spat out as she twisted in his hold, trying to free herself.

He gave her a light shake, after a long minute she realized she was going nowhere until he decided to let her. Gritting her teeth and panting in anger, she glared at the man she’d spent a lifetime loving. It wasn’t anger she saw mirrored in his eyes.

“You’re too young.”

The lines deepened and his head tilted to the side as if he was pleading with her to understand. That wasn’t going to happen. Not now, not ever. “Bullshit! I’m twenty-three, Dallas. What’s your little friend? Twenty?”

“Stop it, Alex.”

Again, his voice stilled her, but only momentarily. “Damn it, Dallas. You stop. Look, I get it. I was stupid. I just always thought…never mind. Just let me go.”

“No.” He shook his head, frowning as pain crossed his face. “You’re just—”

“I know. You said it once. I’m not old enough. Whatever. I’m old enough to know you don’t always get what you want.”

Embarrassed, hurt and frustrated, she yanked out of his hold. Turning, she stepped away in the opposite direction, but not before she heard his last comment.

“That makes two of us.”

Stalling, her shoulders deflated. There was nothing more to say so she continued walking away. Away from her past, her present…and away from her future.

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TheAuthor:

When asked ‘when do you have time to write’,Amy Gregory simply laughs.The real answer is, “in bits and pieces”.She and her husband live in Kansas City
with their three fantastic kids that keep them running in three very different directions. Because she sits so much, she always carries
a note- book with her at all times.

She has an off
the wall, snarky, off the cuff
sense of humor that often shocks even those who’ve known her for years.And she loves that her children have all
been blessed that ability to make oth–
ers laugh as well.At least she’s grateful most of the time! Her husband often teases her about how she
“makes this stuff up” when he’s reading a piece of her work. …The answer—“it just comes to me when I’m
typing”. Scary thought, huh!

amy@amygregoryauthor.com

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Inside Look with Amy Gregory author of Mike’s Way Back

Posted on November 25, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

I’m so pleased to have Amy Gregory here today and she’s agreed to answer my questions. Yeah! You’re not going to want to miss her answers or the other nuggets she’s sharing. The blurb and excerpt from Mike’s Way Back. Plus, there’s a super cool giveaway.

Okay, Amy, let’s get started. Picture your favorite place in the world. Now, can you tell us a little bit about the place you’ve pictured?

A: I’ve been very fortunate to have visited a good portion of the States. However there is a beautiful private beach along the coast of Oahu that has the finest white sand, the clearest blue water and every day when we visited, it was just us, our kids and a few stray critters. It was one of the most relaxing weeks of my life and it warms my heart seeing the pictures again and again.

That sounds fabulous. I’ve never been, but it’s on my short list. Tell us about yourself: Who are you and why did you start writing?

A: I sort of fell into writing. I know that’s not the “I’ve known I was going to do this my whole life” typical answer. My first series is based on the world of professional motocross racing. Our family follows the sport and our youngest is a racer. However, my husband travels a lot and I never sleep well when he is gone. On one particularly long trip I kept having this dream that was so vivid, and each night, the story extended. After a few nights I started jotting it down with just pencil and paper. A week later I had over four hundred pages and one very bad case of writer’s cramp in my right hand! I couldn’t just bear to throw it all in a drawer so I dove in and researched what to do next and walla!

When you are not writing what are your favorite hobbies?

A: I’d be a bad writer if I didn’t first say reading! However, I shoot on a compound bow league with my husband, love to camp (in our RV so not the roughing it of our early days) and I’ve recently become the weird dog lady. We’ve always had animals in our house with the kids, but our babies are six month old little Maltese-Shih tzu puppies named Chloe & Bear. I have totally fallen in love with them.

That’s cool. I bet your arms are strong. Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published?

A: This list could take forever. First things first, I just needed a lot of guidance. I still rely a lot on my editor for simple grammar and punctuation help. The writing of the actual story is the easy part, the rest is actual work.

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

A: I had originally submitted Carter’s Treasure in present tense, when I was told to go back and change simple structure (keep in mind, that took FOREVER!) it made the whole world of writing make sense and made it much easier.

The first book I wrote, I did it in first person. After I typed “the end” I realized I wanted it in third. Ugh, lol. Which one of your characters would you most like to meet in real life?

A: My husband would tell you I’d say Eli Hunter hands down, but I still have a soft spot for Jesse Frost. However, my all-time hero that I’d love to –not just meet but become friends with, is now Det. Michael Sterling. Oh-la-la!

What turns you on creatively?

A: I spin from one book into another, so I typically have several books brewing as I am writing one, but I would say the one thing I spend time investigating is song lyrics. I can pull an entire book from one song.

What is your greatest fear?

A: I can tell you all the normal things, heights, etc, but I guess my biggest fear is failure. I want to succeed as an author so bad it drives me to the edge some days.

What is your greatest extravagance?

A: Hmmm. I guess I’m a cowboy boot addict, as well as Starbucks lol. However, my husband has surprised me with a couple of things. I do have the exact cross that Carter gave Molly, and what is funny, I didn’t have a picture, it was just in my head. He went and found it. Then my biggest toy would have to be Alex’s Jeep. It wasn’t intentional at all, but we needed a new vehicle and it’d been my dream car since I was fourteen. I’m not quite the girly girl type, so although I wear make-up and have way too many purses, I like my vehicles to get me through our snow and ice, as well as around our farm when it’s muddy.

I think we’d get along really well. 🙂 What is your favorite music (genre/artist/album/song)?

A: Genre – easy… COUNTRY! Artist… wow… I have so many, and for different reasons. I love Blake Shelton and Miranda Lambert. They are crazy together and Blake and I could spar with the best of them. He’s as big of a smartass as I am. I love Jason Aldean, Luke Bryan, and actually, the TV show Nashville—I have every one of their songs on my iPod. They’re all amazing singers.

Country has been growing on me lately. It’s their story telling that I love. Shocker. Also, there’s a lot of talent in Country. What is the one thing you do after finishing a story?

A: I’m never done! I just flow right into the next one. I don’t want to ever be done.

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

A: Book #2 in the Finding Perfect series. You met Gabby James in Mike’s Way Back, but she has just turned into such a fire cracker. I was trying to tell my husband about my favorite scene so far and I had tears in my eyes because I was laughing so hard. He shook his head and said, ‘that’s my favorite part of your books, the sarcasm and humor’. I love writing the love and sex too, but it all comes back to me being a total smartass…I just can’t help it!

That was a log of fun. Thanks for playing along, Amy. 🙂

Mike’s Way Back

By: Amy Gregory

Publisher: Amazon Digital

Length: 485 kb

Sub-Genre: Contemporary

BLURB:

When Detective Mike Sterling left the Chicago PD and returned to his hometown of Renlend Kansas, he tried to convince himself it was so his mother could stop worrying. The truth was, even Renlend wasn’t going to vanquish the dreams that tortured him at night.

When Taryn Watts landed in Renland Kansas to de- sign a client’s new cooking school she intended to stay just long enough to do the job and then go right back to her life on the East Coast.

When Taryn and Mike found themselves sharing a booth, one thing was certain, neither one of them thought it was a good idea. Mike still wasn’t over his ex-wife’s betrayal, and when Taryn found out Mike was a cop she wanted to run all the way back to Connecticut and never look back, but she couldn’t… Sitting outside his home late at night she watches him fight against his demons. Demons she already had too much experience with firsthand.

When Mike finally admits there is no way to outrun his demons, Tayrn knows she’ll do anything, or be anything, to help Mike find his way back.

EXCERPT:

He reached for the bottle, the dark glass still cold to the touch. Tipping it back for a long swallow, the slight burn of the heavy ale helped force his past back where it belonged. “Hey, Mike?”

Noises became sharper around him as he realized it wasn’t Molly’s voice calling his name this time. Silverware sliding across a plate and ice cubes falling into a glass were a far cry from an emergency room, especially when a round of cheers rose up around him. One glance was enough to know the baseball game he had zoned out on was now tied. Blinking, he separated his hellish past from pres- ent day and turned toward the bar to answer Jeff.

His friend was holding up a fresh bottle, yet to be uncapped. Mike blinked twice, hardly letting Jeff’s chuckle register.

Mike’s jaw wasn’t the only part of him to twitch.

It had nothing to do with the second beer the bartender just set on the counter for the waitress to deliver to him. No, it was all to do with the knockout in a black pencil skirt, toned bare legs and killer heels standing at the bar—talking to Jeff.

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When asked ‘when do you have time to write’, Amy Gregory simply laughs. The real answer is, “in bits and pieces”. She and her husband live in Kansas City with their three fantastic kids that keep them running in three very different directions. Because she sits so much, she always carries a note- book with her at all times.

She has an off the wall, snarky, off the cuff sense of humor that often shocks even those who’ve known her for years. And she loves that her children have all been blessed that ability to make oth- ers laugh as well. At least she’s grateful most of the time! Her husband often teases her about how she “makes this stuff up” when he’s reading a piece of her work. … The answer—“it just comes to me when I’m typing”. Scary thought, huh!

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Spotlight: RIVER RECKONING by Jenny Lyn

Posted on November 19, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

BOOK SUMMARY ~ RIVER RECKONING (TROUBLE IN TRESPASS):

Bond Mason’s roots run deep in the backwoods hamlet of Trespass, Florida. Nestled against the banks of the Suwannee River, the only home she’s ever known holds bittersweet memories of a family long gone. Except one of her ghosts isn’t dead and possessive ex-lover James Kyle wants her back.

U.S. Deputy Marshal Nathan Gates sights are set on capturing fugitive Robert Kyle. Wanted for the cold-blooded murder of a DEA agent, Robert is suspected of being hidden away with his moonshine-brewing, marijuana-growing family of fellow lawbreakers, one of which is his brother, James.

Nathan expected high temperatures when he arrived in Trespass. What he hadn’t counted on is his searing attraction to southern beauty Bond Mason. She winds him around her finger like a tendril of Spanish moss, but his lawman’s intuition tells him she’s hiding secrets too. When he finally convinces her to talk, he’s not prepared for the dark truths she reveals about her hometown.

The Suwannee is deep, but Trespass’s sins run much deeper. For once, Nathan might be in over his head.

RIVER RECKONING

by Jenny Lyn

Trouble in Trespass, Book 1

Length: 300 pages

Released: November 8, 2013

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

ISBN: 9781771306379

Excerpt (Rated R):

Bond rolled to her knees, still smiling, as she untied the sash to her robe. She let it fall open but didn’t shrug it off her shoulders. It parted in slow motion a few inches then stopped, revealing a swath of golden skin down the center of her body, the inviting valley between her breasts and the small patch of dark trimmed curls at the apex of her toned thighs. Nathan stood motionless, taking her in as he tried to decide what he wanted to set his mouth to first.

“Nathan.” Her fingers nervously toyed with the robe’s sash. He gradually raised his gaze to hers, tearing it away from the temptation of her body. “I have a small confession to make.”

His interest was piqued. “I’m listening.”

Color flooded her cheeks. He put one knee on the mattress and kissed her jaw reassuringly. She braced her hands on his biceps, the heat of a sigh warming his ear. “Last night when you were kind of … bossy … I liked it … a lot.”

He grinned. That was some admission. His single-minded cock wholeheartedly approved. It was so hard it threatened to bust through the teeth of his zipper. “You like me telling you what to do, huh?”

She nodded. Her fingers caught the hem of his t-shirt, stripping it over his head. “I like it when you talk.”

“Last night you said I talked too much.”

“I can’t be held accountable for the things I say during incredible sex. I want you to talk.”

Incredible sex. No argument there, it had been. Tonight was going to top that.

The robe slipped off one shoulder exposing her right breast, an enticement impossible to resist. Nathan ducked his head and made a lazy circle around her nipple with the tip of his tongue. It tightened to a stiff peak. He felt her fingers slide through his hair, heard the tiny moan she made in her throat. “Dirty?” he asked against her skin.

“Anything. I want to listen, not think. I like your voice, but if you were saying naughty things it would be even better.”

He chuckled as he eased off the bed. Bond sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her thighs expectantly. “Take your hair down.”

She released the clip, allowing the dark mass to tumble free. When she shook her head, damp curls slid over her shoulders. Nathan reached out and wound a long lock around his fingers, tugging gently. “You’re stunning.” More color flooded her cheeks and neck. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth. “Come closer.”

Rising to her knees, she scooted to the edge of the bed, pressing her chest to his. Nathan caught the lapels of her robe in his fists and pulled it down her arms, trapping them at her sides. He buried his face in her neck, trailing kisses across the tender, fragrant skin. Her scent made him drunk with desire, crazy with need. Never had he been so affected by a woman as he was by Bond. She was like some illicit drug, and he’d become a hopeless addict with one sample.

Author Bio:

I started reading when I was four, thanks to a babysitter who found out the only way to get me to sit still was to put a book in my hand. By the time I entered kindergarten, I’d blown through just about every Little Golden Book ever printed. Ten years later, much to my mother’s dismay, I found her stash of paperback romance novels. She tried to divert me back to something more chaste by buying me Harlequins, but I still snuck copies of her Kathleen Woodiwiss’s and Johanna Lindsey’s when she wasn’t looking. Shanna, The Flame and the Flower, and Fires of Winter will always hold special places in my heart because they introduced me to roguish heroes, headstrong heroines, and the trouble they could get into together.

I live in a swampy little corner of north-central Florida with my family, both the two-legged and four-legged variety. I love to read, run hot and cold in regards to cooking, and I never miss an episode of Justified, Longmire, or Dexter. I guess I like justice in all its various forms.

Purchase Links:

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Spotlight: Inn for the Holidays by Ella Jade

Posted on November 18, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

Happy Holidays! I’m thrilled to announce the release of Inn for the Holidays, a Pleasure Inn Series short, featuring Logan and Elyse from Master of the Inn.

Blurb

Innkeepers Logan and Elyse Cole have been making people’s fantasies a reality for the past six months at their popular bed and breakfast. While running Pleasure Inn has been a rewarding experience for the happy couple, it also requires long hours and busy weekends. Catering to their guests’ whims and fantasies doesn’t leave much free time for the Coles. They need a few days to reconnect and indulge in their own fantasies.

Logan makes that happen with a surprise gift to his wife. He reserves the inn for just the two of them several days before Christmas. Two nights of uninterrupted romance is exactly what this couple needs. Logan reminds Elyse what drew her to him in the first place. He vows to make good on his promise to always make all of her fantasies a reality.

She wants nothing more than for the Master of the Inn to make an appearance this holiday season.

A Pleasure Inn series short, featuring Logan and Elyse from Master of the Inn. All books in this series can stand alone and/or can be read in any order.

Content Warning – Graphic sex and explicit language.

Available now on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Excerpt…

Logan took her chin between his fingers and shot her his signature intense glare. The very stare that had her obeying his every command between the sheets. Logan was Dominant to the core. It was his Dominance that drew her to him in the first place. When he offered her the opportunity to relinquish control and let go intimately, all of her desires had been fulfilled. He had awakened a sexual awareness in Elyse that brought her the most pleasure she had ever experienced.

“Trust me,” he whispered never taking his gaze away from hers.

“I do.”

“Good girl.” He brushed his lips against hers. “You’ve been extremely busy. You’re working so hard to get this place perfect. They only reason we are as successful as we are is because of your attention to detail and the satisfaction you bring our guests.”

“We did this together.”

Logan had transformed the old place into its former glory and then some. He worked non-stop tending to the grounds. He made sure everything inside was in perfect working condition. Not a door squeaked or a loose floorboard could be found. There were several rooms that he had yet to tackle but they were in his plans for the new year. The upcoming year was going to be big for them. They were even starting to get repeat customers. With the new rooms underway, they’d be able to take on more than two couples at a time on any given weekend.

“I know but with Christmas just around the corner, you’ve had extra things to do. You worry about getting us through the holidays and I’ll take care of everything else.”

“How did I get so lucky to find you?”

“You stumbled onto my porch one night and I felt compelled to take you in.”

“You insisted, if I remember correctly.”

“What can I say? I have good taste.” He ran his tongue along her lips. “Kiss me.”

She threw her arms around his neck and parted her mouth allowing him access. He held her tight against his masculine form, exploring her long and hard. When he finally stopped kissing her, the room spun and she had to catch her breath.

“Feel better?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“I’m always calmer when you’re around.”

“I’m going to get that bath ready.” When he took a step back, she could see the excitement bulging against his jeans. “You have five minutes.”

“Or what?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve taken you over my knee.”

“Too long. I might have to be a few minutes late.” She teased.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He shook his head as he allowed his gaze to take in her body. “I don’t want to waste any time tonight with frivolous punishments.”

But I love those provoked punishments. “I have a fantasy that needs fulfilling.” She hoped he got the hint. “We are, after all, in the business of making that happen.”

“Indeed.” He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his defined six-pack abs to her.

She reached out, running her hand down his chest and over his rock hard stomach. He sucked in a breath when she unbuckled his belt.

“What would you wish for if you were a guest this weekend?” He watched as she toyed with his belt.

“If I were staying here, looking to reconnect and spend some quiet time with my husband, I would request that the Master of the Inn make an appearance.”

“Really?” He arched a brow as she unbuttoned his jeans. “I think that could be arranged in the very near future.”

The timer on the oven buzzed, interrupting their conversation. It figures! “I have to get that.” She walked over to the oven not wanting her cookies to burn. “I’ll be up in a few minutes to finish what you started, Mr. Cole.”

“Five.” He swatted her backside. “I’m not in a patient mood, Mrs. Cole.”

***

The Pleasure Inn series launched with Master of the Inn, book one in a multi-book series that centers on Pleasure Inn and the couples who spend a weekend indulging in their fantasies. The first book introduces the reader to Logan and Elyse and they learn how the inn came to be.

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AWJ88XA

Meet the first guests to stay at Pleasure Inn…

Indulging the Professor, A Pleasure Inn Steamy short

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CMX4I1A

About the Author

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can’t be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she’s not chasing after her kids, she’s busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you’ll get lost in her words.

She loves connecting with readers. You can find her here…

http://ellajadeauthor.blogspot.com/

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ella-Jade-Author/186959391390708?ref=hl

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Spotlight: Sweetest Splendor by Kacey Hammell

Posted on November 12, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

Sweetest Splendor

Book 2: Club Splendor

(sequel to Sweetest Salvation)

A Romance on the Go Short Story (30 pgs)

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Toys

ISBN# 9781771306119

5 Stars ~ “Scorching hot friends to lovers story with enough heat to frazzle eReaders and just the right amount of sweet to touch hearts. Sweetest Splendor is one heck of a spicy read!” JoAnne, Amazon

4 Stars ~ “… a short and spicy read…can’t wait to see if there will be more to follow.” Crystal, SSLY

Bridget Guthrie and Zander Hudson have worked at Club Splendor together for years, sharing smoldering glances, flirting, and building a friendship. Thanks to the club’s strict policy of no staff fraternization, they’ve resisted how much they truly want each another.

With Bridget leaving to explore her dreams, they no longer have to hide their passions. After hours, in one of the pleasure rooms at Club Splendor, they finally give in to the burning desire they’ve held at bay for too long. She’s taken care of other people’s love lives for so long while at the club, can she find the courage to take care of her own needs and fantasies?

Excerpt:

“I know following your dreams is important to you, Bridget. I’m happy for you.” Zander sidled closer, and massaged her stiff shoulders.

“Thank you. I know you are. It’s just—” she swallowed past the lump in her throat. “It is hard to think of leaving. I love this job. I’ll miss it.”

“You’ll miss me more though, right?” His light tone lifted her mood.

She laughed. “Of course. Who else will I get to boss around?”

He chuckled and pulled her in to his chest, aligning her against his stomach. Her breath hitched as his arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed her tight. Her nipples tingled and her heart rate accelerated.

Being this close to him, his long body behind her, the dreams she had about a moment like this…. She wished she could turn in his arms, press her lips to his and see where it led. But their friendship meant a lot to her. The fun flirting and teasing had never gone to the next level, but no other man in her life affected her more.

And now they would no longer be working together…but she wasn’t sure how deep his feelings for her ran.

“Damn, you smell good. What is that you’re wearing?” Zander asked, his face buried in her neck.

“Umm, something berry I guess.” Her words sounded breathless even to her own ears. He never held her like this before. She shivered.

“You cold?” He ran his palms over her stomach, then his arms tightened around her.

She shook her head, speechless, about to melt into a puddle at his feet. Relaxing into his embrace, she aligned with his front. “Zander–”

“You know I’ve always wondered something about you,” he murmured.

“What’s that?” she questioned, mouth dry.

“If any of what happens around this place excites you,” he whispered against her neck.

She reclined her head on his shoulder, sighing. Could she confess her innermost thoughts to him?

The air in the room heightened at least twenty degrees. The fire in her belly spread along her limbs to her fingertips. “Why is that important to you?”

Clasping her hands in his, he rasped, “I’ve always had the desire to know what makes you tick. I’ve watched you a long time, secretly wanting to know more about you. Finding reasons to be close to you.”

Excitement slithered along her body, her heart nearly leaping from her chest.

“We’ve been friends a long time, Bridget, but you know what? I want more.” He ran his lips along her neck, warming her skin until they reached her ear. “Tell me what turns you on,” he whispered, then captured her earlobe in his teeth.

Available at:
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Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author, Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic, who began reading romances at a young age and became easily addicted. These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass and emotion to the Contemporary Romances she writes.

A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.

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Inside Look with Raven McAllan author of Livvy’s Devil Dom

Posted on November 11, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

I have a treat for you today. The charming Raven McAllan is back and this time she’s sharing one of her first ever stories that’s been revamped and released through Evernight Publishing. I have one word to describe this post. Yum! Be warned this story is going to hook you. Wait till you see the cover too. It’s cool. Take it away, Raven.

When this book first came into being, it was somewhat different. It was one of the first stories I wrote and was published by a now defunct publishing house. When I got my rights back, I looked at it and thought hmmm, not bad but could do better.

So I got stuck in fell in love with Sael all over again, realized the dilemma Livvy had and listened to them telling me how they resolved it—or not.

To be honest I hadn’t realized how hot it is, or how much I enjoyed seeing how much their two worlds collided. Even I had to find out how their basic ideals were the same but oh so different and what their basic dilemma shows about their heritage. It’s a love story, yes, but it’s also good versus bad, and different lifestyles traditions and well… I’ll not give too much away, except the title says it all.

Sael isn’t a traditional devil, oh no he’s both more and less. Is this as clear as mud? But do I have you intrigued? I do hope so.

This is the blurb…

When Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.

She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.

He needs her complete submission to survive, but even if she gives it, will it be a happy-ever-after or hell on earth?

***

See what I mean? No one in their right mind is going to turn down spectacular sex, surely. But you see everything comes at a cost, and the cost here might just be too much.

Here’s a wee tease for you…

One year ago

“Come for me.” His voice was soft, persuasive, like liquid silver that slid over her skin and into her mind. Livvy stirred and moaned.

“What?” She wasn’t sure she’d heard right.

“Come for me. Put your fingers inside yourself, and then use your wetness to rub your clit, touch your nipples, and make yourself come. You know you want to. So do it now.”

His tone was mesmeric, and it compelled her to respond.

I want to? Well, her body did. Her pussy got wetter as he spoke, and her nipples puckered under the silky top she wore. Before she realized what she was doing, she began to do as he asked. God, she was wet, achingly so. Her clit throbbed for a touch, her nipples stood proud and hard, and her body became alert and primed.

“Why?” she asked. She opened her eyes—not a dream then—and her heart missed a beat.

He looked at her, the twinkle in his eyes at odds with the seriousness of his face. She had never seen a man so beautiful, with long black hair and deep blue eyes that touched her soul. A sear of heat crossed her skin, and she ached to feel his long, elegant fingers on her body.

“Because where we’re going, you’ll to have to trust me totally. If you do this, I’ll know you do. This is giving yourself to me utterly, letting me see you as you come, see you at your most vulnerable. And”—he paused—”it’ll turn me on.”

Yeah, that’s more like it. She continued the steady strokes inside herself. If anyone told me I’d play with myself because someone asked me to, I’d have said they were doo-lally. And I’m doing it. She’d sort out the whys and wherefores afterwards. After what Livvy didn’t think about.

“So, if I do, are you going to do the same?” she asked.

“Oh, my pleasure.” He rubbed his cock as he spoke, and those clever fingers circled and moved over his skin. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his actions. They mesmerized her. “I’ll come for you, all over you. But be warned, each drop of cum that falls on your body, each tiny drop marks you as mine, and you know what that means, don’t you?”

Do I? She thought about it. “No.”

“Well, are you ready to find out? Find what is in the recesses of your soul? See what you release in me? Other than semen?”

Was she?

Oh, yeah.

****

Poor Livvy, she’s no idea has she? Mind you she’s soon going to find out all about the devil inside the recess of your soul, and whether he’s good or bad.

I suppose it does depend on your definition of good and bad though doesn’t it? After all surely everyone likes a bit of bad boy in their Dom…

But—A Devil Dom? Hmm that could well be a different matter…

If you like Sael and Livvy’s story, you can purchase it here

BUY LINKS

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/livvys-devil-dom-by-raven-mcallan/

http://www.amazon.com/Livvys-Devil-Dom-Raven-McAllan-ebook/dp/B00GH0JI00/

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-livvy039sdevildom-1338429-147.html

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, anal play, public exhibition, horn sex

If you want to know more about Raven, here’s her nosy links,

Raven Lives in Scotland with her own special fella, who she admits does have a bit of a devil in him at times. Their children have flown the nest, and as she says, her and hubby rattle around in a house much too big for them. However as it’s on the edge of a forest and local visitors include Red Squirrels, Deer, and the occasional lost tourist, not to mention people looking for the nearby B and B, they and their two cats are loath to move.

She can never remember not reading or writing, and her dolls were very long suffering, as they listened to her meanderings. If you want learn more, her nosy links are all to be found on her website.

http://www.ravenmcallan.com

A visit from The Housewife and the Film Star by Doris O’Connor

Posted on November 4, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

Thanks so much for having me here today. 🙂

Film Stars, we all love them right? I’ve had my fair share of crushes over the years, and ever since I first watched the grand old American movies on my battered little black and white telly, when I was growing up, I’ve loved the movies. I used to blow my entire pocket money on cinema tickets.

Those were the days…

Nowadays, I’m lucky to get to the cinema for special occasions, and then it’s usually for kid’s birthdays, so we’re watching what they want. I don’t read magazines or the papers, and if it wasn’t for my teenage children, I wouldn’t know who half of the big actors are these days.

So when I first came up with the idea for this story that was very much in the back of my mind. With the yummy visual of tall Alexander Skarsgard in my mind—those who know me will know of my obsession with this particular Swedish actor, lol—an idea was born.

What would happen if your simple Mrs. Ordinary were to meet one of these Film Stars? Sylvia is a mum of three, a widow with a painful past, who is not looking for another relationship, let alone with a man of Sven’s reputation.

Sven is a jaded A-Lister who needs to repair that damaged reputation. He’s a tortured soul who doesn’t trust women, not one little bit. However, all that changes, when Sylvia literally falls into his arms. This mystery lady is a contradiction in terms, and the fact that she doesn’t seem to know who he is… well, that’s a temptation he can’t resist.

As their private affairs get aired all over the papers, and family, friends, and managers alike, all have an opinion on their relationship, do they stand any chance of making it work?

Can he trust this woman, or will she prove to be like all the others?

Can she place her trust, her submission, her kids, in the hands of this man, or is history going to repeat itself?

The Housewife and the Film Star

by Doris O’Connor

Released: October 21, 2013

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Blurb:

When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mom of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive—and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can’t resist the challenge Sylvia represents.

Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven’s reputation. Her submissive side can’t help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can’t help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn’t do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking

Excerpt:

George finally stopped the car, and before Sylvia could determine where they were, Sven produced a blindfold out of nowhere. He tied the thing over her head, and forestalled any protest she might have uttered with a heart-stopping kiss.

“No peeking now.” Sven’s low voice in her ear, one arm ‘round her waist, was the strongest aphrodisiac ever. Sylvia was sure she would simply dissolve into a puddle of drool were he not holding her up. The cool night air skittered across her heated skin, and the gentle sounds of lapping water made her wonder where they were.

Her heart leapt in her throat, not from fear but anticipation. She could never be afraid when Sven was holding her so carefully. The whispered conversation with George in Swedish was interspersed with laughter, whilst she leaned against the Jag, desperately trying to control her breathing and telling the sensible side of her brain to fuck off. She was done with being sensible, and, whatever happened over this weekend, she was going to meet it head on.

“Bye, Sylvia.” George’s laughter made her wave her hand in the general direction of his voice, and then she was back in Sven’s arms. His by now familiar scent wrapped itself round all her female senses.

“Ready?”

“No.”

She couldn’t stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.

“Trust me?”

Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.

“Baby? We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you’ve changed your mind.”

The heat of his body surrounded her like a physical caress and stoked the fire in her belly to flashpoint as he waited for her answer. Everything seemed to be heightened in those few moments. The sounds of the water, the creak of ropes, the breeze that lifted the hem of her skirt, and Sven’s heavy breathing, as his hands skimmed across her back and up to her neck to tilt her head up. Feather light kisses whispered across her face, and his warmth surrounded her. The only place their bodies touched was his hands and his lips on her skin as he murmured in Swedish in-between kisses, and she couldn’t help the sigh of delicious anticipation as her body relaxed into the sensations assaulting her.

“I should warn you, though. I have every intention of convincing you that you need to stay with me, and, once I get inside you, I shall not let you go. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be hoarse from screaming my name.”

The growled words zeroed straight to her core and left a trail of fire in their place. Not caring where they were anymore, she groped blindly until her fingertips connected with the cotton of his shirt. Bunching the thin material in her fists, she pulled him toward her until her breasts were pressed flat against his shirt, and she could feel his thundering heartbeat match her own.

“I haven’t changed my mind, Sven. Please I want you inside me now.”

“Thank fuck for that, baby, and hold onto me.”

Before she could draw another breath, he lifted Sylvia against him. Her dress rose up high as she automatically locked her legs around his hips. One shoe clattered to the ground, and the cool breeze on her exposed backside hitched her own arousal even higher. Sven rushed to carry her indoors. Every bounce against him brought her wet and aching pussy in direct contact with the rock-hard erection straining through his jeans. The friction his movements created against her clit brought her closer and closer to another release, and her hips moved against him of their own accord, whilst she whimpered her need into his shoulder.

A door banged shut behind them, and Sven’s vicious curse rumbled through her. He pinned her against a wall, and his body held her up, his hands stilling her hips.

“Don’t you dare go without me, Sylvia, not until my cock is in you, filling you, making you mine. I want that tight cunt of yours squeezing my cock this time.”

Sylvia almost screamed as his hand found her slick folds and ripped her knickers clean off. Her need to get herself closer to those clever fingers overwhelmed her completely. Her needful whimpers hung in the air between them as Sven probed her entrance. He stretched her, and his mouth found hers. His tongue mimicked his fingers as she once again hovered on that painful edge.

A nip of teeth on her lips made her groan in frustration at the loss of his fingers.

“Sven, please, I need…”

“What, lady, what do you need … this?”

A hard thrust of his still-clothed cock had her bite in his shoulder, helpless with the need to have him inside of her. God, what was happening to her? This wild creature begging him to fill her wasn’t her, was it? But she was going to explode if he didn’t do something, anything.

“Give me a minute to get out of these fucking trousers.”

The loss of his body felt like a physical ache. Every atom in her body craved his touch, his scent, fuck, just him, and she helplessly squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the ache only he could fill. Time went agonizingly slowly as she listened to the rustle of clothing, accentuated by their heavy breathing until the rip of foil raised her anticipation to fever pitch again.

Yes, please yes…

He gripped her thighs with his strong hands, and spread her wide. With Sven’s agonized growl in her ear he lifted her against the blessed wall again, and his cock nudged her entrance.

“God, you’re so wet, so ready, baby. I wanted to take this slow, but I can’t. Fuck, I want you so much.”

****

Available from:

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Author Bio

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Spotlight: Night of the Horse by Elodie Parkes

Posted on October 29, 2013 by S.J. Maylee

Elodie Parkes is back today (click here to see her interview and post for The Last Time). Today, she’s sharing her release from on of my favorite lines at Evernight Publishing, Romance on the Go. Plus, she’s sharing a GIVEAWAY you’re not going to want to miss. Keep your eye on the Evernight Publishing site because Elodie has a new release coming soon, Swoop on Love.

‘Night of the Horse’ is erotic paranormal romance. A steamy, contemporary love story set in present day England in a semi-rural town.

Summer has just begun and Rosie, our heroine is feeling wistful. She’s lonely and beginning to wonder if she’ll ever find love.

When she meets our heroes, it’s Lust at first Sight

Jude

He’s passionate, enigmatic, alpha, and sexy.

Justin

He’s sensual, gentle, loving, and sexy.

Night of the Horse

A lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives, she hears horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. They’re beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse…they turn to stare at her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?

The characters meet excerpt:

Rosie hesitated in the shop doorway. The door opened with the tinkling of the bell and a man stood before her. Taller than her by a head and some, Rosie found herself staring at his chest. She noticed his muscles even through his loose denim shirt. She looked up into his beautiful face. His eyes were such a dark blue they were almost black in the shade of the doorway. His eyelashes were long, thick, and definitely black. He had almost black hair, glossy and long, but tied back. She stared up at him.

He looked down at her and smiled.

“Are you coming into the shop?” His friendly tone made Rosie smile, too.

As he blocked the way, she nodded. “I’m about to inquire about the dance lessons. I saw the poster.”

The man watched her closely, as if taking a mental picture of her.

“I’d love to see you there. Come in and sign up.” He turned and pushed the door open again, holding it so she had to pass close to his body. Rosie enjoyed the proximity, letting herself dream for a moment that she could be held in his arms, pressed against his muscular chest.

“Thank you.” She expected him to leave the shop then, but he followed her to the counter and passed around to the other side. Another young man came out of a small office situated towards the back of the shop and jogged down to the counter. He was very attractive, his short, spiked hair almost white it was so blond. His eyes were a lovely chocolate brown. His smile lit up his face as he moved around the dark-haired man to talk to Rosie.

“How can I help you?” he asked. A flicker of amusement passed over the dark-haired man’s face. She looked past him to the blond one.

“Well … I’m thinking of enrolling for the dance classes.” Nervous around the two gorgeous men, her heartbeat sped up.

“You must. She should. Don’t you think, Jude?” The blond guy stood alongside the other man and addressed him.

“I do.” Jude accompanied his answer with a sultry look directed at Rosie.

She felt confused for a moment. It had been so long since a man gazed at her with any interest, and now, as she looked from one man to the other, she saw they were both interested in her. A wave of elation mixed with fear welled up in her. She wanted to run out of the shop.

“I’m Justin and this is Jude.” The blond man introduced them both and waited for Rosie to provide her name.

“Rosie Cartwright.” Rosie’s voice came out in a whisper.

“Cartwright. Mmm.” Justin glanced at Jude.

“We’re starting classes this evening, Rosie, so please sign up.” Jude’s voice and stare was dreamy. Rosie felt so drawn to him, and yet when Justin handed her a small form and a pen, his fingers touched hers and a jolt ran up her arm into her heart. She looked into his chocolate brown eyes, and then at his enticing lips, wanting to kiss him.

“Is it okay to come alone? Will there be other people there to partner with?” Rosie felt foolish and needy as she asked this. She scribbled her name, address, and cell phone number onto the form, and ticked the box to pay by credit card.

Jude leaned onto the counter top and turned the form around to read it. He looked across into Rosie’s eyes, his sapphire-blue gaze broadcasting sexual heat.

“I’ll partner you. I do that. Justin teaches, but he partners too if necessary. We have lots of people coming, almost twenty. You can start this evening, can’t you, Rosie?”

She nodded. “I can. I will. Do I need to pay now?”

Justin took the form out of Jude’s hand. “No, Rosie. See how you like it tonight, and then decide on the six-week course. If you go for that then you will need to commit to both Saturday and Wednesday sessions. Here’s the brochure.”

Rosie watched as he took a colored bi-fold from a stack and offered it to her. His fingertips brushed against hers. She opened the bi-fold to note the lessons were held in the village hall, and glanced back at both men. “Do I need special shoes or anything?”

Both of them smiled at her, their gaze soft and kind. Jude answered. “No. Just shoes that will stay on and not trip you when you’re dancing.”

Rosie didn’t want to leave the shop, but she knew she must. She backed away from the counter waving the colored brochure gently. “I’ll see you this evening. Thank you, for this.” The words she didn’t say hung in the air as she left the shop.

She walked up the main street feeling incredibly happy. They both like me. I’ll get to dance with Jude. I’ll feel his arms around me. How completely yummy. What a surprise. This is so great. Justin is incredibly sexy. Wow.

BIO:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent, darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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