New Release! A Conquest Like No Other by Emma Anderson

Posted on August 4, 2015 by S.J. Maylee

The second book in The Fall of the Four Horsemen is here. Delve into the lives of Nikki and Viper as they fight her past so they can create a future together.

When Nikki Greene is kidnapped by a crime boss, the last thing she expects is for an even more dangerous man to rescue her. She’s already survived one brutal attack by a man
claiming to care for her. She’s not in the market for love, even though her tattooed hero awakens urges she never expected to feel again—and some she’s never felt before.

Viper, a renowned playboy, doesn’t want a mate. He likes the freedom of taking a different
partner to bed each night. But the moment Nikki enters his life, his bachelorhood is doomed. Now he must work past Nikki’s trust issues to win a place in her life and bed. He’s determined to prove that her scars are only skin-deep and together they can have it all.

But trouble is coming for Nikki. A menacing presence lurks on the fringes of her world, waiting for the chance to prove to Nikki that revenge isn’t sweet, but it is deadly. Can Viper save her this time, or will he lose her for good?

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Excerpt

Nikki slumped with her back against the closed front door. To say she was relieved to see Viper leave was an understatement. Again her hormones reacted to him. Why they had to come to life after three years, she had no idea. And even worse yet, for her best friend’s new brother-in-law. The situation had disaster written all over it. Even if her fear would allow her to make a move on the unsuspecting man, her conscience wouldn’t. As he had pointed out, they were now family. And she couldn’t risk Gabby’s happiness by throwing herself at Viper. It would lead to uncomfortable family gatherings.

Pushing herself off the door, she attempted to eject her sexy rainbow-colored angel out of her mind as she went about getting herself ready for bed. By the time she was snuggled under the blankets, she was exhausted. Half an hour later, sleep still refused her. Her body needed something—something she knew B.O.B. could provide.

Reaching across to her bedside table drawer, she pulled out her purple vibrator. This silicone cock had been the only form of male company her body had allowed over these last three years. And he never disappointed her, except when he ran out of batteries.

Throwing the blankets back, she quickly removed her pajamas. The cool air hit her sensitive nipples, causing them to harden further. They were begging to be teased. Her hand molded around her tiny breast, roughly massaging it. The harsh manhandling had more juices leaking from her already flowing pussy. Her thumb and index finger found her pebbled nipple, pinching it hard.

A groan escaped her as her hips lifted from the mattress, seeking out its partner. The hand that held B.O.B. travelled lower. B.O.B.’s head circled her hypersensitive clit. Electricity raced through her whole being, enticing her orgasm closer to the surface.

As if on its own accord, B.O.B. found her entrance. Scooping up some of her escaped juices, it slowly entered her. Each thrust took her higher, but still it wasn’t enough to take her over the edge. Suddenly Viper’s image popped into her mind. No longer were her fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples. Instead, his mouth had engulfed her breasts, his teeth worrying her nipples and sending shock waves throughout her whole being. As for B.O.B., he had been replaced as well. Viper was carrying her body to the heavens, and she welcomed it. Her imagination took the fantasy further.

Her legs widened, allowing room for Viper’s large body. The thrusts were coming harder and faster. Her orgasm quickly approached, catapulting her over the edge. Still Viper’s body continued to drive into her. Suddenly he pulled out and turned her. With her head on the mattress and her backside in the air, he slammed back into her. At this angle it was enough to encourage another orgasm to make itself known. It danced around the edges, avoiding her pleas for completion. More punishing thrusts were delivered from behind. Then it came, a command her body seemed to be waiting for.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

Light burst behind her closed eyelids right before she screamed her completion. As she tumbled back to earth she felt tears falling from her eyes. Her head was turned to the side, allowing the sheet and mattress to absorb them. It was then that she realized how uncomfortable she was. True to her fantasy, her backside was in the air, while her head rested upon the bed. One arm held her balanced while the other one was under her body. Her hand was between her legs, holding B.O.B. in her pussy.

As she went about cleaning B.O.B and remaking her bed she expected embarrassment to consume her. It never came. In its place was confusion. How could that fantasy have felt so real? In her mind, she felt his body against hers. Never before had any of her masturbating sessions felt like that.

The man she was trying to view as family had somehow accomplished the impossible. In her mind, he had truly been with her in this bed. Yet the fear that usually accompanied the idea of being sexually involved with a male was absent. How was that possible? Why was he having such an effect on her?

This man with his brightly painted skin and rusty red hair had her craving things she didn’t think were possible to ever want again—a sexual relationship. His messy locks with their just-out-of-bed look called to her fingers. They desperately wanted to delve into his thick mass of hair. His plump, kissable lips had her mouth watering and her chin itching. In her mind she could see the stubble rash that would appear after a kiss from her new fantasy go-to guy. How was she ever going to look at that man again without blushing?

She was glad that she didn’t have to see him every day. Otherwise she suspected her rampant hormones would have her doing something impetuous. With her hormones in overdrive she knew it wouldn’t be long before she threw herself at this man who was only being friendly with her because of Gabby’s relationship with Devil. She needed to minimize her exposure to Viper. It was the only way she wouldn’t embarrass Gabby and herself.

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Release Day! WITCHES BE BURNED by STACEY KENNEDY

Posted on May 19, 2015 by S.J. Maylee

In Stacey Kennedy’s steamy paranormal romance novel, a rookie guardian sworn to combat the undead risks life and love in a world of violence, witchcraft, and seduction.

Title: Witches Be Burned, a Magic & Mayhem novel

Author: Stacey Kennedy

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Release Date: May 19, 2015

Page Count: TBA

Publisher: Loveswept by Random House

Format: Digital eBook

ISBN: 978-0-553-39513-6

Synopsis: Nexi Jones has lost her family, she’s been stripped of her guardian duties, and she’s still learning the ins and outs of white magic. At least she has Kyden, the smoldering hot elite guardian who’s been there for her every step of the way. But just as Nexi completes her training, tragedy strikes the Otherworld when a fellow guardian is murdered by a group of rogue vampires. Ready or not, she and Kyden trek into the Earthworld to hunt down a killer—and Nexi alone will be put to the ultimate test.

Although Kyden knows that Nexi must fight her own battles, his guardian instincts are raging as he struggles to keep her close. The ruthlessness of these vampires is like nothing he’s ever seen. And at their helm is the Black Witch Astoria, a demon with one burning desire: to shed Nexi’s blood in the name of vengeance. What troubles Kyden even more, though, is the warlock who covets Nexi’s heart. Let the devil do his worst . . . all Kyden can do is love and protect Nexi until his last breath.

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STACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author of the CLUB SIN series. Growing up, Stacey’s mind wandered the path less traveled and that path most often led to love. She has always broken rules and she continues to feed off emotion – staying true to her heart. Those traits are now the bones of her stories. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame, and their two young children. If she’s not on mom duty or plugging away at a new story, you’ll find Stacey camping in the summer, hibernating in the winter and obsessing over Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones and Outlander.

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Spotlight: Resisting the Alpha by Jessica Coulter Smith

Posted on March 24, 2015 by S.J. Maylee

BLURB

Bridget Donohue is beyond furious with the meddling alpha of the local wolf pack. He not only crashed her wedding, but scared the groom away. And for what? It isn’t like he’s ready to man up and claim her.

Disgruntled by his attraction, Micah Smythe feels the pull but isn’t willing to bite. Bridget is irrational, mouthy, and temperamental. So why does his body respond every time she’s near? He’s declared her off limits, but the more time he spends with her, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself.

Passion ignites between them, but Bridget refuses to give in to the wolf’s game of seduction. She’s determined to resist the alpha at all costs.

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Excerpt:

Bridget tossed back another shot of whiskey, the amber liquid burning its way down her throat to warm her belly. It was her fifth one. Maybe. Truth be told, she’d lost count. Drinking wouldn’t solve her problems, but it sure did feel nice. She slammed the glass down on the bar top and motioned for the bartender to bring her another.

“You sure you want to do that?” Max asked.

Bridget eyed the sexy incubus and pursed her lips. “I wouldn’t ask for another one if I wasn’t sure I wanted it.”

“All right, but if you fall off that barstool, I’m not picking you up. Your ass can stay on the sticky floor.”

She snorted and motioned for him to hurry up and pour the drink. When he went to move away, she snatched the bottle out of his hand. Max just shook his head and moved on to his next customer. She watched him with a hungry gaze. If it weren’t for that whole soul-sucking thing, she might take him for a ride. Her bed was going to be damn lonely tonight. She’d gone home to change out of her wedding dress and found her fiancé’s half of the closet empty. Rat bastard hadn’t even left a note. He’d just bolted.

What a wimp, letting the likes of Micah Smythe get to him. Maybe the alpha had a point. She needed a man with a backbone, someone who would go toe-to-toe with her and not cower when she raised her voice, which she did rather frequently. She’d been told more than once she should try out a shifter, but they were always looking for their mates. That’s the last thing she wanted … that type of commitment literally meant forever. Shifters lived a damn long time, and once they bit their mates, their women would live just as long.

Bridget enjoyed life as much as the next person, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend several hundred years hanging around. Wouldn’t it get boring after a while? There was only so much travelling you could do, and only so many sights to see.

Someone settled on the stool next to her and she turned to look at her best friend. They couldn’t be more opposite, but somehow it worked for them. While Bridget was loud and never backed down from a fight, Josette was soft-spoken and calm in any given situation. Even when her pack attacked her, she handled it with grace. Of course, she never fought back, which Bridget just didn’t understand. No way would she ever be anyone’s punching bag.

“I don’t think the answer is in the bottom of that bottle,” Josette said as she flagged down Max.

The bartender approached with an easy smile for the young wolf, and Bridget wondered if there might be something there. It wasn’t the first time Max had lit up when Josette was around. And he definitely acted differently around her. He always turned on the charm with the ladies, true––but with Josette he spoke softly and was a little too sweet. Bridget wasn’t sure how that whole soul-sucking thing would work out between them, but obviously romance was in the air.

Too bad it wasn’t her romance. No, a certain obnoxious wolf had wrecked that for her.

“I’ll have my usual,” Josette told Max.

“One mudslide coming up, beautiful.” He winked and began gathering the ingredients.

Josette smiled at him before turning to Bridget. “Have you talked to Paul since he ran out of the church? If you could call that a run … I never realized someone’s arms could flap so much. For a minute there, I thought he would take flight.”

Bridget snickered. “Maybe he’s secretly a were-chicken. He damn near laid an egg when Micah growled at him.”

“The Alpha does have that effect on people.” Josette pursed her lips. “But then, that’s because they don’t really know him. There isn’t a sweeter man around.”

Bridget slid a glance toward Max. “I don’t know. There might be one.”

Josette stiffened. “Are you thinking of moving on so soon?”

“I wasn’t talking about for me.” Bridget rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know that man only has eyes for you? I swear he wears his heart on his sleeve every time you walk through the door.”

Spotlight: Stalking the Pharmacist (Perfect Pairs Series Book 2) by Tamsin Baker

Posted on March 3, 2015 by S.J. Maylee

Blurb:

On the surface, Ashleigh had it all—money, a great career, and a successful husband. But behind closed doors, life wasn’t so pretty. Now she’s free, and determined to never let herself be vulnerable again. So when she gets an invite to her cousin’s wedding, she jumps at the chance to get away. The small town nestled at the base of the Rocky Mountains seems like the perfect place to unwind and start forgetting about her abusive ex-husband. The last thing she expects to see is her beloved cousin Laura marrying two men, and to find herself irrationally attracted to a pair of twins.

Scientist Scott and football coach Jack are a perfect pair of mountain lion shifters who made the horrible decision when they were young to break from tradition. Each married a woman who made his life miserable, rather than search for their destined mate. Now in their forties, they’ve all but given up on finding their mate—until they see her. All the signs show that Ash is their true mate. Jack is eager and ready to chase, but Scott’s scars run deep. Will they be able to overcome the past and create a new future?

Excerpt:

“Hey, Aunt Rosalie. Congratulations on finally marrying those two off.”

Jack kissed the woman, and Ash gulped air into her lungs. What on earth had happened outside when Jack and his twin, Scott, had touched her? It had been like they’d reached inside her and attached electrodes to her soul, shooting pleasure into her belly and destroying her ability to hold her own body weight. If Jack hadn’t stepped forward when he had, she would have ended up on the ground, a pulsing mess of sensations.

“Yeah, well they had to wait for the right woman to come along, didn’t they, Jack?”

Something almost stern in Rosalie’s tone snapped Ash’s attention back to their conversation and she watched a slash of red color Jack’s handsome face.

“Yes, they were much smarter than I.”

Oh, so he was married? He wasn’t wearing a ring, although that wasn’t a given for all men. Divorced, then? Or had he let someone go?

Rosalie turned back to her, blue eyes glowing with warmth.

“Jack have you met Laura’s cousin Ash? She’s a pharmacist from Toronto.”

Ash’s belly tightened as Jack’s sparkling ocean-blue eyes met hers, a smile tilting up his full lips.

“I did, outside for a moment, though I didn’t realize she was a pharmacist.”

Ash swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat and straightened her shoulders. She could do this. Conduct a conversation with a man she couldn’t keep her eyes off.

“What do you do, Jack?”

He grinned at her, that smile lighting its way down into the pit of her belly, pulling on an area between her thighs that Ash had believed had died a long time ago. After her ex-husband had done such a good job of destroying her self-esteem, she hadn’t thought a man would ever truly appeal to her again.

She squeezed her thighs together and almost gasped at the jolt of longing that just being so close to this man brought her. She’d never believed in lust at first sight, but this had to be it!

“I’m a football coach for the local high school. I played pro ball for a few years after college.”

Ash’s blood cooled like the heat had never been. He said that with such arrogance, as though it was actually impressive! She frowned and looked away. What was the easiest way of escaping? Maybe say she needed to go to the toilet?

“Oh, that’s nice. Would you excuse me? Rosalie, could you tell me where the bathroom is, please?”

Jack’s eyes went wide and his mouth fell open slightly.

Yeah, I’m not impressed by the fact that you can kick a bloody ball around, buddy.

She smiled at Rosalie and tried to ignore the odd pain in her gut. Why would she want to stay and talk to a footballer, for God’s sake? Thick as a brick and more focused on his body than anything of importance.

Rosalie’s eyes widened as though she were shocked by Ash’s reaction, but Ash wasn’t budging. How stupid did they think she was to fall for the charm of a philanderer? Ash waited for the information she’d requested, smiling as sweetly as possible at her hostess.

“Head down the hallway there, and it’s the third door on the left.”

Ash gave Jack a half smile and bobbed her head. “Nice to meet you.”

She turned on her heel for the second time in ten minutes and headed off in the direction Rosalie had sent her.

The house was incredible. The ceilings were high and the rooms were spacious, yet had that cozy home feel that only special people managed. She stopped outside the bathroom and stared at the framed picture on the wall. It was of Tyler and Brandon, about fifteen years earlier. They were lanky and their noses were too big, yet their smiles were exactly the same. Cheeky and oh-so-charming. Her cousin was a lucky woman, indeed. Assuming of course they didn’t turn into the arrogant pigs most men could be. Though judging by their mother, they’d be skinned alive if they did.

“I love that photo.”

Rosalie had snuck up behind her and poked her nose over Ash’s shoulder.

Ash turned and smiled at the proud mother. “My cousin seems very happy, Rosalie. I’m so glad she’s found someone…ah…” Laura was sorta married to both of them, right? Ash had read the invitation wrong and turned up two hours early. She’d been shocked at first to see two grooms surrounding her cousin, but Laura’s happiness had been so evident, it was impossible to judge her harshly. “I mean, men who will look after her, love her.”

Rosalie swiveled so she was blocking Ash’s escape into the bathroom, her abundant figure beautiful in its feminine shapes.

“She is, but so are they.”

Ash nodded. “I don’t know your sons at all, but I do know Laura. That woman is a gem.”

Rosalie crossed her arms over her impressive bust and looked at her with intense eyes. Ash cocked her head at the older woman.

“Is there something you want to tell me, Rosalie?”

Rosalie’s beautiful eyes were troubled as she worried her lower lip with her teeth.

“My sons are a perfect pair. Which means that they are perfect compliments to each other, in both looks and personality. Pretty much think of it as your perfect man, divided into two.”

Ashleigh laughed, the bubbles spreading through her belly and out. She had to cover her mouth with her hand, she was so loud.

“Well, in my experience that would be the only way to get a halfway decent man.”

Rosalie frowned at her, and Ash stopped laughing. That was probably too much information for a woman she barely knew.

“Jack and Scott are a perfect pair also, so please don’t dismiss Jack because you think he isn’t educated enough. He has a college degree, but chooses to spend his life educating young men about the strength of their bodies. Scott is a scientist with the government, he chose a different path.”

Heat seared a path up Ash’s neck and blossomed across her face. The tone Rosalie had just taken with her could only be called chastising, and she was feeling it right down to her sickened belly.

Guilty as charged.

“I don’t like football, or footballers, Rosalie. I have just endured a very nasty divorce, so please excuse my rude behavior. I’m not interested in anyone, especially two men who…”

She trailed off, her cross-referencing brain pulling together fibers she wasn’t sure she should.

Two men! Oh my God!

She took a breath and stared directly into Rosalie’s blue eyes, seeing the truth there before she even asked the dreaded question.

“Rosalie, do all perfect pairs marry one woman?”

She placed her hands on her hips and barely stopped herself from tapping her foot when Rosalie looked down for a moment.

Then the woman looked back up, her mouth tight as she nodded. “Yes. They are designed to find one perfect woman for them.”

Oh God, no.

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A Tasty Treat – Bought for Christmas by Doris O’Connor

Posted on December 15, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

Christmas has arrived early this year. 😀 One of my favorite authors is here and she’s brought a tasty treat! I’ve had Doris O’Connor on the blog several times this year celebrating her new releases. Check them out if you missed any. I just love having her here. Her books are so delicious and this one is another must read. Prepare to be hooked.

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Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my Christmas Story, Bought for Christmas. 🙂

Emilia Duncan is in sore need of a miracle this Christmas, never more so then when she finds out that she has been sold to The Beast to save her father’s company.

Not honouring the contract is out of the question. Besides, she has been lusting after Hunter Monahan for as long as she can remember. Her father’s former friend has starred in every one of her erotic dreams, since she was old enough to have them.

A weekend of debauchery is what she signs up for… She doesn’t count on falling in love with the man behind the scars. This man she cannot resist, and as secrets spill and emotional walls come tumbling, maybe she will get that miracle she needs.

It is Christmas, after all…

Blurb:

~Editors Pick~

I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….

Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?

Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.

Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time. Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts.

Excerpt:

“I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.

“No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”

His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.

“You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.

A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.

Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.

Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.

He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.

“Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”

Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.

“Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.

“This is your last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”

Emilia nodded, utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….

Hunter bucked and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.

“Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.

Emilia whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.

Pinned in place by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.

Emilia whined when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.

“Fuck, yes. Do that again.”

His claws sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in deep.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”

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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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Character Interview from Dream Across Time by C.R. Moss

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

Please help me welcome fellow Evernight Publishing author, C.R. Moss. She’s brought her new release Dreams Across Time, a tasty excerpt, and an insightful interview with the heroine, Evelyn Sheridan.

DreamAcross Time by +C.R. Moss

Series: Raritan Manor Ranch, Book 1

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genres: Paranormal, Time Travel, Erotic Romance

Heat Level: 3

Word Count: 32, 880

ISBN: 978-1-77233-067-0

Editor: Tricia Kristufek

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Blurb:

A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed.

Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost,
Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.

Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes
she’d stop saying they can’t be together.

While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes
rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though,
has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes
around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.

Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up
his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop
being caught between two worlds?

Character’s name: Evelyn Sheridan

What book can s/he be found in: Dream Across Time, book 1 of the Raritan Manor Ranch series

Tell us a little bit about yourself:
– I’m originally from Texas, just graduated college, and as a graduation present, my parents let me take the summer off from their ranch to travel with my best friend, Julie. Turns out the place I’ve been dreaming about is her Aunt’s home outside of the Las Vegas, NV city limits.

If you were taken out of the story and placed into your author’s world, what would be the first thing you’d do?
– Take in a show, eat at a five star restaurant and go to one of the spas.

If you could pull your author into your world, what do you think would happen to them?
– I think she’d do fine. She’s been on ranches before, so she knows a thing or two about horses and riding. Plus, I believe she and Cassandra would get along famously.

What’s your take on Alex VanAlder?
– I try not to speak ill of people, but that man is infuriating one minute and all nice and charming the next. He comes off as a bit of an ass.

Where do you see yourself in the future? What do you hope to accomplish?
– I see myself living with my love and creating a family together.

If you could time travel and/or live anywhere in the world, where would you go and/or where would that be?
– I’m living right where I want to be now, but if we were to travel together, I think vacationing in Hawaii or Australia would be great.

~ Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dream-across-time-by-c-r-moss/

~ Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Dream-Across-Raritan-Manor-Ranch-ebook/dp/B00OIIK8FC

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Evelyn allowed him to lay her down on the hay and didn’t protest when he lifted her top. Enraptured by the heady sensations of his kisses on her bare skin, she lost track of the world around her. Before she knew it, her clothes were off and discarded. She lay naked and submitted to his apprising contemplation.

His gaze, smoldering with sexual hunger, followed the path his hands made down her shoulders to her breasts. Warm palms massaged her mounds, then moved on, exploring her body, caressing her down to her toes. Waves of desire rolled through her.

Quinn’s lips trailed over her body, tracing the course his hands had. His kisses began with each foot, then coursed up her skin, sweetly kissing her navel before traveling up. When he reached her breasts again, he outlined each rosy peak with the tip of his tongue.

Gasping in sweet pleasure, she arched her back, inviting him to take her fully. He understood the willing invitation and suckled on one nipple, then the other as his hands resumed their discovery of her body and slipped between her legs. His touches sent shivers of delight through her that ebbed and flamed with each of his movements.

Evelyn, never feeling such pure and explosive pleasure before, reveled in the euphoria coursing through her. She yearned for more and shifted so he could access her easier.

He stopped, breathing in heavy pants. “My sweet, innocent Evelyn, I have waited so long for this, but I shall stop if you want me to.”

“What do you mean, stop?” her sultry voice questioned.

Quinn lay on top of her and kissed her. His body fit hers perfectly, and his cock pushed at her through his pants. That’s when she understood. An aching need she never felt before brewed within her. Returning his kiss with just as much force, she put her hands between their bodies.

“Evelyn?” Quinn propped himself up on his elbows.

She didn’t respond. Her desires had taken over. She worked quickly to remove his shirt, exposing his hairless, smooth and soft chest and abdomen. He quivered when her fingers traced his muscles. She leaned up and gave his pectoral a quick kiss.

“Evelyn, does this mean…?”

“Yes.” She pulled him down to her, taking his mouth with demanding command. She sensed the thrill of his arousal once he removed his pants. Their bodies entwined, skin to skin, woman to man. She needed more.

Author Bio:

An eccentric and eclectic
writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets,
giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.

More about C.R. Moss:

So what does she write? She
writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying
degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the
freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. And where
does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she
lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or in full, in and around
the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a look of home.” The
background picture was taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas and
happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales saga.

She also has a passion for
penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate
other stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban
Fantasy. Visit: http://caseymossbooks.com/

Author Links:

~ Website: http://crmoss.com

~ Blog: http://crmoss.blogspot.com/

~ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CRMoss.author

~ Twitter: https://twitter.com/CRMoss

~ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CRMoss

~ Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/crmoss/

Come see C. Moss & other wonderful authors at http://www.hotmojaveknights.com October 2015!

Top Ten Things to Love about A Naughty Fairy Tale with Elyzabeth M. VaLey author of Bear Heart

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

Happy Release Day, to my fabulous friend, Elyzabeth M. VaLey! 😀 She’s here sharing a yummy excerpt and giving us 10 reasons why we love naughty fairy tales. So much fun. Do you have a favorite on the list? I’m not sure I can pick. Enjoy!

With a flick of a wand a pumpkin can turn into a carriage. If you meet an old man on the road and are kind to him, you’ll be rewarded with a golden goose, or great riches. An ugly duckling can turn into a beautiful swan… do you remember the stories that made you dream? The stories that made you believe that anything was possible?

Yep, I’m talking about fairy tales. We’ve all read them, seen them, heard about them, in one way or another. I love fairy tales and when Evernight Publishing announced its submission call for a line of Naughty Fairy Tales, I knew I had to participate. The Golden Cock came to life together with a whole new world full of possibilities: The Witches’ Mischief series.

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?

Don’t believe the myth that fairy tales are only for children. They’re for adults too and below is a list of things you’re going to love about these magical stories.

Top Ten Things to Love about A Naughty Fairy Tale (and The Witches’ Mischief series)

Fantasy. Magic. Flick that wand. Show me some powers, baby. Soussanna Wiles knows how to use her magic to seduce and tease.

The ancient powers of good versus evil are back. There’s a dark presence that looms over the world in The Witches’ Mischief series. That means…it’s adventure time, sweetheart!

Did someone say adventure? Yep! Live it up with the characters. Get into a sword fight, climb out a window, outrun a group of thieves, run naked through a forest…

Speaking of naked, the key here is in the naughty. These aren’t kids running around. These characters are adults with needs. Things can get heated up before you can say abracadabra. The big bad wolf can be a Dom, the three little pigs can be three women, a bear can be a shifter, and a cock can have magical proprieties…

Hot sex. Scorching hot sex.

Humans, paranormal creatures, whatever they are, they have feelings, emotions, things we can relate to because we feel them too. For instance, Simon, the hero in Bear Heart carries heavy guilt in his heart for his past deeds.

The hero doesn’t always rescue the heroine. Sometimes it’s the other way around. Whatever the order, there’s always love. As Morgana the witch says: Love is power.

Everything is possible in the fairy tale world.

There’s a HEA. Of course there is a Happily Ever After. What kind of fairy tale would it be if it didn’t have one?

These stories are all about hope and in this day and age we all need some more of that, right?

What are your favorite things about fairy tales?

Bear Heart by +Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Series: Witches’ Mischief, book 4

Genre: Naughty Fairy Tale, Fantasy, Historical, Erotic, Romance

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Blurb:

By day a bear, by night a man.

Half a century ago Simon Lancaster loved a woman. But when he committed a crime and was seduced by a witch his fate was sealed. Forced to live as a shifter by day and human by night, he becomes hopeless.

He believes there is nothing left in life for him. That is, until he meets Margaret O’Hare. An unconventional woman, Margaret makes him feel whole again, but he doesn’t know if he can allow the walls he has erected around his heart to lower, no matter how much he grows to care for her.

As their time together has them becoming closer, he starts to trust and love again. But a happily ever after might not be in Simon’s future as dark shadows emerge to destroy what he has built with Margaret.

BUY LINKS

Amazon | All Romance | Evernight Publishing | Barnes and Noble

Excerpt

“Oh.”

He grasped her waist with a hand, steadying her and licked the anal whorl again. She moaned and thrust back against him. With his other hand Simon reached between her legs. He groaned. She was hot and wet. Margaret spread her legs as he touched her vulva, further spreading the liquid coating her. He tickled her entrance, teasing it with the tip of his index finger. Margaret moaned. She rocked her body, searching for his elusive touch. He pushed the digit into her depths.

“Simon.”

He inserted another finger and rotated them; searching for that spot he once knew to drive women wild. She moved against him and he realized that his hold on her hip was almost punishing. He loosened his fingers and dove into the crack of her bottom, licking and tasting it with ravenous hunger. Maggie cried out, no doubt not expecting the sudden assault. He pushed another finger into her, pumping them in and out hard and fast. She muttered his name, desperately moving against him and searching for release.

Simon pulled back. He removed his fingers from her core and took them into his mouth. His taste buds exploded with her tangy yet sweet flavor. Harshly, he spun her around. He glanced up at her. Her chest heaved, her heavy breasts moving with each breath. The rosy nipples extended and beckoning him to suck on them. At the same time, her pussy called to him. It’s musky scent permeating the air.

“I want to eat you, Maggie. Put you on a silver platter and feast on you, all of you, from top to bottom,” he said, his voice coming out husky.

Margaret held out her hand. Simon took it and she tugged. He got to his feet, and looked down at her, confused. Her inquisitive hands, so small compared to his, reached beneath his shirt, tugging. He aided her efforts and slipped the offending garment over his head glad that he did not possess a cravat, a vest, or any other item that would keep her hands from touching him. She stepped closer to him and rested her lips on his chest. He heard her inhale, as if she too was committing his scent to memory.

A soft sigh escaped her lips before she moved, dropping tiny kisses across his flesh. He growled as her teeth found his nipple and bit it. Margaret chuckled and repeated the process, lavishing the hurt with the flat of her tongue and making him wonder who was feasting on who. Lower and lower she dropped, following the trail of hair that curled to his cock. His breath caught as she stopped at the hem of his trousers and glanced up at him. Darkened by passion her eyes resembled a pine tree wet after a furious storm. A devious smile lighted her face as she easily unfastened his clothes and drew his cock out from within. Her warm breath caressed his throbbing member as she silently grasped it.

“Margaret.”

“You’re not the only one that’s hungry, Simon.”

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 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 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: Amazon Heat by Valerie Twombly

Posted on February 25, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

Amazon Heat

by Valerie Twombly

Series: Demon Heat (#1)

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Resplendence Publishing

Release Date: Nov 13 2013

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook

Blurb:

When Katrina faces the death of her father, she is left with only one choice. Hire a local demon to help her retrieve a mythical healing stone from deep in the Amazon. However, when the two finally meet, sparks fly. The man is a walking sex god and when he offers to pleasure her in exchange for his services, she finds it hard to refuse.

Book Link

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Resplendence Publishing

Goodreads

Author Information

As a child, Valerie would often get into trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark Shadows. She can still hear her mother saying “It will give you nightmares.” She was right of course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an adult, her love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire movie she could find.

Being a true romantic, Valerie was thrilled when she discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her first read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was hooked.

Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern IL.

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Excerpt:

Katrina stepped through the door of The Magic Cove. Music blasted across the room. The scent of alcohol and sweat assaulted her senses. She wrinkled her nose.

With sheer determination, her Aperlai heels carried her to the empty bar stool on the other side of the room. A smile slid across her lips at the whistling catcalls resounding from behind. No doubt, they were admiring her ass in the tight-fitting jeans she’d poured herself into. Her favorite pink top plunged to a deep V between large breasts. Looking one’s best never hurt, especially when negotiating a deal with the opposite sex.

Sources said the demon she hunted owned the club. If that was true, finding him should prove easy enough. She only needed to ask.

She plunked down on a stool and kept her gaze pointed straight ahead, not daring to look at the woman next to her. The overwhelming beauty of the female, along with the intricately designed copper bustier she wore confirmed she was a Valkyrie. Immortals known to be the most brutal of women. One wrong move and they’d shred you to pieces, all while laughing about it. She had to admire them though and wished she could be more brutal.

Kat observed her surroundings, noting pointed ears, clawed nails and drunks in various states of shape-shifting.

She shuddered.

This place scared the hell out of her, but then events from earlier that evening still raced through her mind and reminded her of the mission.

She’d been reading her father’s journal, taken aback by his findings.

Her father, an archaeologists, was one of the best in the world and able to read a variety of languages, including many immortal dialects. He’d been hired by several top leaders from the immortal realm to find artifacts long lost by their ancestors. There were hundreds of discoveries under his belt, except for one: The Orecha Emerald, believed to be a magical stone with healing powers.

With nothing to back up the stories woven through the centuries, the stone was a myth. Her father, however, always believed it to be real and his journal indicated he’d found its location.

When she’d visited, he’d looked worse than he had the last time she’d seen him, the cancer slowly eating away at his body. She’d tried hard to contain her emotions. Instead of letting the tears flow, she’d smiled, moved toward his bed, bent over and kissed him on the cheek.

“You look well today.”

He’d placed a kiss on her hand. “Don’t try and snow me. I know I look like hell.” He gave a weak smile. “But you are as beautiful as ever. You look more like your mother every day.”

She’d sucked in a deep breath and held the tears at bay. The loss of her mother still stung ten years later. She’d only been fifteen at the time, and her poor father had been left alone to deal with a rebellious daughter.

“Father, I read your journal. Do you truly believe the Orecha Emerald exists?”

Brown eyes had misted. “Yes, with all my heart. I only wish I had found it in time to save your mother.”

The breath had escaped her lungs in a loud sigh.

His brows had knitted together. “Kitten, you’re not thinking of seeking it yourself, are you?”

“Yes.” She’d squeezed his hand. “I’ll do anything to save you.” No longer able to hold back, the tears had rolled down her cheeks.

“No, I forbid it.” He’d reached up and wiped away her sorrow. “You are all I have left in this world.”

The concern on his face made her more determined. She would do anything for this man.

“And you are all I have left, which is why I must go. You cannot stop me. I’m firm in my decision.” She’d kissed his rough hand. If there was any chance in hell that stone existed, then she would find it.

“You’ve always been a stubborn girl, and I realize I’m too old and sick to stop you. It will be dangerous. I beg you to reconsider.”

She’d forced a smile. “You know I can’t.”

He’d sighed. “I know, but I had to try. Please promise you’ll be careful. You know what you must do?”

“Yes, I’ll go tonight.”

So, here she sat in a crowded night club, looking for a thousand-year-old Uoinota demon named Damis. She’d been told he knew every detail of the Amazon and would be the best escort to hire.

A red-haired pixie sashayed up, a white towel slung over her shoulder. “What can I get ya, sweetie?”

Kat leaned forward, blonde hair covering her peripheral view. “I’m looking for a demon named Damis.”

The pixie chuckled. “You and every other female in here. Take a number.”

She pushed back in the stool and fidgeted. She’d heard the demons were built like Greek gods and their sexual appetite insatiable. “No, it’s not what you think. I mean…I intend to hire him for a job.”

With elbows perched on the bar, the pixie leaned closer. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” She tucked a strand of red hair behind a pointed ear.

“Katrina, but please, call me Kat.”

“Kat, I’m Lilly. You seem like a nice girl, so I’m gonna do you a favor and tell you to run.”

Her throat went dry. “Why?”

“Damis is a very old and wise demon. He’ll eat you alive.” Lilly placed a glass on the bar and filled it with white wine. “On the house.”

She grabbed the glass and downed half its contents in one swig. “Thanks, but I have a job offer for him and was told he’d be willing to help.”

Lilly gave her the once over. “Oh, he’ll be willing all right. Question is will you? Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you must have heard about his sexual exploits.” She shrugged. “Wait here. I’ll see if he’s busy.”

Kat downed the rest of the wine. Sleeping with the demon hadn’t been something she’d even considered, but she did find the idea intriguing. It had been months since her last failed relationship. Too strong willed, David had called her. He’d been a lame fuck anyway. Providing the demon wasn’t hideous, perhaps this could prove advantageous in more ways than one.

Still, this was strictly business. The demon was the best guide money could buy. It also didn’t hurt that he was the oldest and most powerful of his species. No doubt, he could break any enchantments that surrounded the stone. I just hope he’s honest.

Lilly came back to the bar. “He’ll see you.”

“Thank you. Um, where is he?” Her gaze moved around the room, not having a clue what he looked like.

“Over there.”

She turned to where Lilly pointed. At the back of the room stood a man cloaked in dark shadows, arms crossed over a broad chest. Katrina swallowed, wanting to run. Remember, anything for father.

A faint laugh came from behind the bar. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Kat stood and balanced on her four-inch heels, abruptly aware how the denim clung to every curve and the pink tank-top molded to her breasts. Her hands glided down her rounded hips, smoothing her attire. Show time.