Erzabet's read book montage

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
Awakening the Virgin: True Tales of Seduction
Mona Lisa Awakening
Mona Lisa Blossoming
Mona Lisa Craving
Mona Lisa Darkening
Lucinda, Darkly
Beg for It
Beg For It
Master of Mine
Howling Sacrifices
Interview With the Vampire
Midnight Blue: The Sonja Blue Collection
Full Moon Rising
Kissing Sin
Dangerous Games
Tempting Evil
The Darkest Kiss
Embraced By Darkness
Deadly Desire


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Monday, March 30, 2015

Breathless Monday: All for a Dead Man's Leg


1.How did you start writing erotic romance?
I don't write erotic romance but spicy. I didn't get into novel or romance writing until I was in my forties. At that time, everyone was raving about a current romance novel and how great it was (sort of like the recent Shades of Grey phenomenon). I don't even remember the title or author.
I read the book, was unimpressed, and thought, Even I could write a better romance than this. So I decided to try it. At the time, I was working 60 hours a week and raising three children, but I did write the novel in about eight months. It's still unpublished, stored in box in the garage.
2.Plotter or pantster?
I’m about fifty-fifty. I wrote my mafia thriller with only a loose outline and ended up with 300,000 words. Cutting over 600 pages was like killing my children. Some of my favorite scenes and best writing had to go. I cried for 6 months, and then it took another year and a half to revise.
After that, I wrote from a very tight outline until my experiment with writing humor in first person (All For A Dead Man’s Leg). That started out with a general idea and not a clue what was going to happen. It worked, but I was so lucky.
Since then, I've settled into using a one-page plotting outline (one sentence per scene about what has to happen) so I know where I’m going, what scenes I need to get there, and the plot points, but not specifically how I’ll accomplish it. And, of course, things change along the way (no matter whether you’re a plotter or pantser). I update the plot outline if modifications are important enough to impact other scenes, plot points, and overall direction.
3.What are three things you have on your writing desk?
In addition to the ever present computer and the related accouterments, I have: 1) a one-hour timer, 2) a thesaurus and Flip Dictionary, and 3) the one page outline of the story I'm working on.
(Can I mention the empty wine bottles and boxes of chocolates?)
4. Favorite food?
Ice Cream, of course. For me, it's a food group all by itself. Too bad it has the least amount of food value of anything a person can eat. Except that cardboard has the advantage of having no calories or cholesterol. Since my husband is Italian and does all the cooking, I have to say my second favorite food is pasta, but only with his tomato sauce.
5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
All For A Dead Man's Leg is the first book in a humorous romantic suspense series featuring a young tour director, Harriet Ruby, and a mysterious spy.
The heroine, Harriet Ruby, has lived a good but predictable life. Her biggest problem is that she has no real problems. When she graduates from MIT she decides she wants some excitement and takes a position as a tour director in Europe. When she meets Will Talbot, mysterious handsome spy whose life has been unpredictable and dangerous, her world turns upside down and will never be the same. Each novel in the series features a spy adventure in a different country, and the romance between Harriet and Will moves up a notch.
To understand what character spoke to me, you have to understand the inspiration for this novel. On a tour of Spain, Morocco, and Portugal in 1994, I asked our tour director what his worst tour guide experience had been. He told me on one of his first tours, one of his tourists died in Morocco. He and his driver had to smuggle the body back to Spain to keep from delaying the tour with Moroccan red-tape.
At the time I found that intriguing. The idea rolled around in my head for nearly ten years before I found the right characters. I tried a German WWII story and other basic plot ideas, but none of them took. It was when I decided to experiment writing humor in the first person that I found the right character for the lead...Harriet Ruby. She went about her business and quickly Will Talbot, the spy, showed up. From there, the characters wrote the story for me.
So, I have to say that Harriet spoke to me. If I could be anyone other than who I am, I would want to be Harriet.
6. I write because ____
Because I can't help it. As are all writers, I'm compelled to write. I haven't always written fiction, but I have always expressed myself in writing.
I write novels which are fun to read and which take the reader to exotic places they may never get a chance to experience in reality.
7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
The next one. (It's true.)
Villains are fun to write because they are complex and can outwit everyone. Heroes and heroines have to be able to foil the villain. But most of all, I like writing about strong women who want to make a difference in the world.
After spending a 37-year career in what was a man's profession when I started, I've gone up against prejudicial ideas about women in the workplace. I appreciate the kind of woman it takes to break through the glass ceiling, whether it be in a job, in a marriage, community, or whatever. They don't have to be physically kick-ass to be strong.
8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
It's hard to say what makes one scene more sexy than another, other than it isn't about the physical moves (although they help). Sexy is about emotion, tension, and playing the game. My sexiest scene is in a Mafia novel which takes place in Sicily just after WWII and which is not a romance.
9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Gosh, there are so many things, but to me these are the most important and they apply to any genre.
Start today - Never think you’re too old, too old, too busy. The right time never comes.
Finish the book - Don’t get stuck rewriting the first couple of chapters over and over. Keep going and finish the book. Then go back and edit, fine-tune, rewrite―whatever it takes to make the novel work. Finish first.
Be persistent and never get discouraged - Keep at it, no matter what, but along with that, be honest with your expectations. There’s a word for writers with persistence: Published.
Learn the craft of writing - There is no substitute for learning the craft of writing. In addition to English grammar, spelling, and punctuation, you need to learn the components of a novel, how to plot, how to develop characters, structure, pacing, view point, establishing tension, creating an ambiance, and a lot more.
Read, read, read!
Write, write, write!
Network - Take your advice from other writers and people who know the craft and the business, not friends and family (unless they are in the profession).
Don’t expect writing to be easy - It’s hard work, whether you write a good book or a bad one, but it’s worth it if you are truly a writer.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
In addition to the release of the next several books in the Tour Director Extraordinaire Series, I'm editing a completed amateur-sleuth murder mystery set in Los Angeles. I've also begun a murder mystery set at the research station at the South Pole. I'm also researching a historical about the incarceration of the Japanese-American during WWII. None of these fall into the romance genre—at least not yet.
Now that you bring it up, it looks like I'm trying my hand at other genres. I'd love to write science fiction, because it's one of my favorite genres to read.
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Book Blurb
A dead tourist, a prosthetic leg, and a gorgeous secret agent...just another day in the life of a Tour Director.
Meet Harriet Ruby, a well-balanced MIT graduate with a degree in languages, whose life has been good but ordinary and predictable. Wanting new experiences before she settles down to a career and family, she accepts a position as a tour director in Europe.
Meet Will Talbot, a handsome Europol spy and covert operative for the US government with a dark troubled past, major trust issues, and dissociative amnesia. Driven by guilt over something he believes he did, he has a penchant for rescuing innocent victims caught up in dangerous circumstances.
Harriet’s first solo stint as a tour director in Spain and Morocco is going well until they get lost in the medina in Tangier. There, one of her tourists becomes ill. Harriet needs to find a doctor, can’t speak Arabic, and doesn’t know how to get out of the walled city. A handsome and mysterious stranger, Will Talbot, examines the tourist, pronounces him dead, and offers to help her smuggle the body out of Morocco. At this moment, Harriet’s once-predictable life turns upside down. Little does she know that getting out of Morocco is only the beginning of an incredible adventure in pursuit of murders, smugglers, terrorists, and a meaningful relationship.
 Buy link: http://www.breathlesspress.com/
Book Excerpt – Chapter 1
Looking back on it, I could see everything would have worked out fine if Archie Philpot hadn't chosen that particular time and place to die.
Not that he did it maliciously, mind you, nor did he exactly choose. But I'm sure if he'd thought about the welfare of the many—our tour group, to be specific—as opposed to the convenience of the one, he might have staved off the event for another ten or twelve hours. Then there would have been no problem.
Well, not exactly no problem.
But perhaps I should start when everything began to fall apart.
My name is Harriet Ruby, Tour Director Extraordinaire. Or so I'd thought. I had just begun to believe my first solo stint in Europe was a roaring success when we got lost in the medina—the ancient walled city—in Tangier.
"Let's stop here for a moment," I called to my tour group.
While they assembled, I glanced around at the souk, the market place within the city walls. It was a maze of tiny shops, tents, and winding passageways crowded with Moroccans.
"I'm never going to find my way out of here." I pulled out my cell phone and punched in my driver's number. Mario knew the route and spoke Arabic, but he had gone to fix a flat tire on our bus while I herded our fourteen tourists around the medina. That was two hours ago.
No answer.
Harriet, this does not bode well for your goal of a long and successful career in the tour business.
With the back of my hand, I swiped at the perspiration popping out on my brow. "Please stay right here and don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
All of them smiled and nodded. Grimacing, I hurried to one of the tea shops we had passed to look for someone who spoke English. No luck. I was only gone for two or three minutes, I swear—well, maybe it was five or six—but when I returned to the place where I had left my tourists, they were gone.
This was not starting out to be a good day.
"Mez Harri Boobies!" The shrill cry sliced through the confusion of sweating bodies crowding the market. An arm shot out of nowhere, and a brown hand clamped my wrist. I swallowed my shriek of surprise. Tangier was rife with hands that grabbed at foreigners.
"Mez Harri Boobies, you come queek," the man whispered in my ear. "Mezter Pillpot no good, yes? You come."
"It's R-u-b-y, not Boobie." I repeated my name for Mr. Takamura, one of the three almost-English-speaking Japanese tourists in the small group I was directing through Spain and Morocco. While my name was not destined to be in lights on Hollywood marquees, for the past twenty-four years, it had served me well enough. I had a sentimental attachment to it.
Without a reply, he released my arm. Insinuating his slight body into the crush of street peddlers, dirty children, and veiled ladies, he moved quickly out of sight. With a deep sigh, I tucked my Adventure Seekers sign under my arm and followed him, devastated by the foreboding that I would be nicknamed "Hairy Boobies" for the rest of my career as a tour director, which might not be very long after this little incident.
He penetrated farther into the ancient market through twisted, narrow passageways filled with malodorous bodies and a myriad of colors rippling in the heat—red, blue, amber, purple of clothing, goods for sale, food, tents. In pursuit, I skirted white-robed Moroccans bartering for goods, men sipping mint tea, and women painting the hands of girls with rich sienna-colored henna. The humid air, replete with an exotic mixture of scents—ginger, curry, rare perfumes, cigarette smoke, donkey dung—stirred my senses. The crowd babbled in many languages, counterpoint to the lilting melody of the seruani pipes.
"Wait!" How in the world had they gone this far in such a short time?
He hesitated for an instant, turned, and waved. Then he disappeared again. Finally, Mr. Takamura stopped in a small plaza with a colorful tiled fountain in the center, a calm refuge in the midst of chaos. In stray beams of sunlight, tiny motes of dust danced in the thick atmosphere. The Japanese gentleman waited for me to catch up, then smiled and bowed.
My gaze followed his nod. "Ohmigod!"
Archibald Philpot of London, the eldest and most distinguished of my tourists, knelt doubled over the lip of the fountain, hurling his guts. Oh, boy.
My tourists—three American and two Swedish couples and the other two Japanese—watched with helpless concern on their faces while a growing knot of Moroccans glared at us,  mayhem glinting in their dark eyes.
The disbelief and thin-lipped anger on their faces indicated they were not pleased about the desecration of what was probably their water supply. I couldn't blame them. This could get dicey. A drop of sweat dribbled into my eye.
Edith Johnson, a ditzy fiftyish blonde trying to look thirty, was the first to see me. She clapped her hand to her bosom and cried, "Thank goodness you're here, Harriet. Do something."
Who, me?
I dropped down beside Archie. His complexion was grayish-green, his rheumy eyes were glazed over, and by the stench, I guessed the poor man might have a case of diarrhea. My stomach heaved. Swallowing hard, I managed to maintain my tour director decorum. This was definitely not in my job description.
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Author bio
R. Ann Siracusa is a California girl who earned her Bachelor of Architecture degree from UC Berkeley, then went immediately to Rome, Italy. On her first day there, she met an Italian policeman at the Fountain of Love, and the rest is history. Instead of a degree from the University of Rome, she got a husband, and they've been married going on fifty years. In Rome, she worked for as an architect and planner for a land development company for several years until she and her husband moved to the US.
Now retired, she combines her passions—world travel and writinginto novels which transport readers to exotic settings, immerse them in romance, intrigue, and foreign cultures, and make them laugh.
Her first novel, a post WWII mafia thriller, was published in 2008.  She now writes for Breathless Press which has published five books in the romantic suspense series, Tour Director Extraordinaire, one sci-fi romance, a time-travel romance, and three short stories.

She loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted through her website, Facebook, Twitter, or Google Plus.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Just Desserts: Michele Bardsley and Renee George

JUST DESSERTS: A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights presented by SecretHungers.com

Just Desserts is a buffet of deliciously naughty stories. These delights are as diverse as the authors who write them. It is my pleasure to reveal two of the more than twenty contributing authors to Just Desserts-debut, new, multi-published, award-winning and bestselling authors. ENJOY TODAY'S SPECIAL! Today, we feature two more bestselling authors. Take a moment to get to know them.

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Honey Bear by Michele Bardsley

A stand-alone erotic short story from the Pearson Security Series
Paranormal Erotic Romance
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  When bear shifter bodyguard Mike Pearson is tasked to protect celebrity baker Amelia Delacorte, he thinks the job will be a piece of cake. Amelia has a secret, one she must protect at all costs, especially from the nosy werebear with the gorgeous see-your-soul eyes and hunky, drooll-worthy muscles. Stuck in a basement kitchen until danger is nullified, Amelia can only think of one way to distract her protector: She'll make him dessert. But it turns out the only dessert Mike Pearson wants ... is her.

Get to know Michele

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Michele Bardsley writes steamy paranormal romance about shifters, demons, and vampires. When not writing otherworldly tales of romance and mystery, she crochets hats, eats chocolate, and watches "Supernatural." She lives in Texas with her awesome husband, the Viking, and their fur babies.

This sexiest food is:

Chocolate is the sexiest food. It's versatile. It tastes good hot or cold (or poured over muscles to be licked off ... slowly). It comes in a variety of forms--hot chocolate, chocolate vodka, chocolate ice cream, and chocolate cake (especially good smashed against a pectoral to be licked off ... slowly). Chocolate can go into desserts or be its own dessert. It is, quite frankly, the sexiest food around.

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

1. I once took lessons to learn how to clog dance. 2. I met Dana Plato while working in an Oklahoma video rental store. 3. I hate celery. In all forms. I wish it would die. 4. I am a Star Trek nerd with a deep love for the original Star Trek TV series. 5. I'm addicted to Investigation Discovery shows.

The sexiest place in the world is:

Ireland. I don't care where as long it was in Ireland.

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Alpha-Bites by Renee George

Stand-alone Erotic Short-Story from The Cull: Claimed by the Alpha Series
Paranormal, Shapeshifter, Steamy Romance
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Ever since gorgeous werewolf Conor Evens saved her life by "culling" her into the local lycanosapien pack, Anna Davis has been happy as Conor's mate--even though it means keeping secrets from her family. However, Conor has a sweet surprise for his beloved and Anna will soon learn the true delight of an alpha's bite...

Get to know Renee

Multi-published, award-winning author Renee George has been a factory worker, an army medic, a nurse, a website designer, a small press editor, an artist, and a teacher, but writing stories about sexy alpha men is the BEST job she's ever had. When she turned thirty, she went back to college and earned her BA in creative writing. She has been married to the love of her life, a wonderful man who supports in every way, for over half her life (and that is a VERY long time!). She happily lives in a small, Midwest town with her husband, two needy dogs and a very independent cat.

The sexiest food is:

New York Cheese Cake with Earl Grey Tea. There is something so sinfully delicious about this rich, decadent dessert. It looks so simple from the outside, but every bite makes you want it more and more. The bergamot oil (a hint of orangey-citrus goodness) in a cup of Earl Grey tea cuts richness, so you can indulge yourself until you've licked the plate clean.

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

1. I'm allergic to dairy and beef. (I know! and I picked Cheese Cake! Just because I can't eat it now, doesn't mean I don't remember how good and sexy it is.) 2. I'm a Final Fantasy and Dragon's Age addict. I have been known to play for days on end to the detriment of hygiene. (It's why I ONLY play at Christmas time). 3. I cried both times I met Charlaine Harris, but only AFTER she was gone. 4. I've watched "Sense and Sensibility" a million times, and I have never gotten tired of it. AND I always cry when Edward drops down to propose to Elinor. Never fails to move me! 5. I am a fan of action blockbusters, comic book heroes, epic science fiction, paranormal, zombie/ horror, and anything with blood and big explosions (though, not a fan of car chase movies). I do not usually enjoy romance movies (though there are some exceptions -- see #4), and I have never watched The Notebook.

Sexiest place on earth is:

In the arms of a hot, alpha man. (Sexiest location EVAH!)

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Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Twisted: Bondage with an Edge


Twisted
Excerpt from “Body Temperature” by Thomas S. Roche

            We’ve got the windows open, fans blaring in the windows on high, but nothing helps. It’s ten o’clock at night and just as hot outside as inside. Maybe at 3:00 a.m. Aisha or I will stand in
front of one of the fans and make a soft sad sound of fleeting relief. But for now, every cubic inch of air within blowing distance is body temperature or hotter.
            She’s got pillows under her back, about six of them, which raise her frame to a forty-five-degree angle and give me the perfect canvas to work on. She’s tightly tied, now, wrists to headboard, ankles to footboard, knees and thighs to the side rail and tits bound tight, distended painfully. Aisha has perfect breasts, the ideal size for her frame if you ask me, and frankly, she knows it. She loves it when they get attention, but nipple clamps and Tiger Balm only go so far—especially when every material or substance on her body makes her scowl.
            And yet I’ve wrapped her in rope in a half-dozen places, the hemp rope like blankets. And I’ll admit I’m getting off on making her suffer in the heat a little just to get her bondage fix. Her flesh is a vibrant pink, her face beginning to glisten. The scavenged yard thermometer in the living room says ninety-eight degrees—body temperature. But I’m certainly not telling her that.   
            She’s sweating, panting slightly; I can tell it’s from a combination of temperature and arousal. The bondage is turning her on, all right, but she’s fighting with the heat—the way she fights with it every minute of every day this time of year. She squirms a bit, fights against the bonds while I caress her; my fingers go up in her and I find out she’s even more aroused than I thought she was.
             “Close your eyes.”
            I have to say, “Keep ’em closed!” twice as I slide my fingers out of her, then kneel down beside the bed and open the cooler. If she recognizes the sound, she doesn’t show it. I tell her again to keep her eyes closed as I get what I want and bring it back to bed.
            She’s really glistening now, covered. She smells fresh from the shower, but slightly musky from the heat. The scent of her pussy mingles with sweat. It’s a wonder I can smell her over the unpleasant mingling of the tight, close, stale air of our apartment with the city stink from outside the window.
            I set the plastic bowl on the nightstand and stand to the side as I blindfold her.
            The blindfold was fresh and firm from twenty minutes in the freezer when I put it in the cooler as she showered. Now it’s slightly less ready, but still cold as hell.
            The blindfold may have softened since it left the freezer, but in contrast to the air in the bedroom, it feels freezing—I can tell. By the time she opens her eyes in surprise, I’ve got the elastic around her. Her shoulders tip down, the small of her back up. Her ass leaves the sweat-soaked sheets. The ropes go taut. She wiggles.
            I fetch an ice cube from the bowl on the nightstand.
            I press the ice tight to the hot-pink side of her neck. I await that sound of scared surprise that I crave. She gives it to me— the gasp and the curse that says You’ve blown my mind, baby. It’s followed by a pleasurable murmur, and she tips her head and presses her neck against the ice as I rub it all over her. If she had the faintest clue what was coming, she doesn’t show it. It seemed like an obvious tactic to me; why I haven’t thought about it before is utterly beyond me. But then, we both tend to lose brain function when the mercury hits these levels.
            I stuff an ice cube in her mouth. Aisha sucks on it, crunches it up with her teeth.  She chews and sucks and moans softly while I fuck her harder with my fingers. I’ve reached over and retrieved another ice cube by now. This one makes its way across the exposed portions of her tightly bound tits. When it hits her nipples, Aisha curses, grits her teeth. I linger there. She shakes her head back and forth, coal black hair dancing. Some plasters itself to her shoulders; I peel it away and brush it back. I ice each hard nipple in slow, tight circles and feel the pink buds harden. I zero in on one and plant my hand over her breast, ice cube in the hollow of my palm, until I have to grit my teeth, too. By then, she’s pulling a Stevie Wonder, mouth dropped open and curses coming out. She can barely stand it. Her vocalizations go from curses and pleasured sounds to a high-pitched squeal of panic; then I palm the ice and shove it into her mouth.
            There’s not much left. She crunches. Impatient little slut.

            I seize two cubes of ice. I kneel between Aisha’s legs, acutely aware that I’m so overheated myself that I’m dripping sweat all over her. But this time she doesn’t complain—at least, not about that. I run one ice cube delicately from her neck to her face, over her forehead, down the other side of her neck and across her collarbone to the tit I haven’t abused yet. Its nipple’s hard and sensitive already, stiffened in sympathy for the other. I circle it with the ice; when Aisha seems about to scream, I circle wider and let the melting cube orbit her breast at an altitude of maybe two inches.

About the Author/Editor
Alison Tyler has made being naughty a full-time job. Her sultry short stories appear in more than 100 anthologies, and she is a prolific editor of bestselling erotic anthologies like Twisted, Bound for Trouble, and The Big Book of Bondage. In all things important, she remains faithful to her husband of 15 years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume. Find her at alisontyler.com and alisontyler.blogspot.com

Purchasing Links:

Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission by Alison Tyler




Twisted: Bondage with an Edge edited by Alison Tyler




The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint edited by Alison Tyler



Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Yours To Hold

Yours To Hold Banner Yours To Hold
Synopsis
The next in USA Today bestselling author Darcy Burke’s sexy and emotional family saga about seven siblings who reunite in a small Oregon town to fulfill their brother’s dying wish… Years ago, golden-boy Kyle Archer left Ribbon Ridge without a word. Now, with heartbreak on the verge of tearing his family apart, the black sheep is back and he’s determined to earn their trust by uncovering the truth behind Alex’s death. But the moment he confronts Maggie Trent-the therapist his parents blame for the tragedy-Kyle is stunned by his powerful attraction to the beautiful doctor… and drawn to her like no woman he’s ever met before. When gorgeous, charismatic Kyle approaches Maggie about his brother’s death, she agrees to help him search for answers. And as they piece together Alex’s last days, their undeniable chemistry turns too hot to ignore. But when their relationship becomes more serious than either anticipated, Kyle may be forced to choose between the woman he’s desperate to hold on to and the family he almost let slip away.
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Other Books by Darcey Burke
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Where the Heart Is
Home is more than a place . . .Breaking free from her structured life, Chloe English quits her high-powered job and moves across the country to work as an art teacher. The simple life is all she hoped it would be until her house burns down, leaving her homeless. When a handsome firefighter swoops in to save the day, she can’t believe her luck. He’s laid-back and unassuming, everything she’s looking for in a man—or so he seems. It turns out he’s as ambitious as her ex, comes with a family who could be more stifling than hers, and harbors dark secrets he may never be able to share. Orphaned as a teenager, Derek Sumner has found a place in his best friend’s family. However, the love and support of his surrogate parents and siblings can’t erase the grief and loss he struggles every Christmas to banish. But this year he meets the fun and sexy Chloe, whose optimism and sense of joy are incredibly contagious. Can she help him face his bleak past so they can forge a happy future?
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Only In My DreamsOnly In My Dreams (Book 1)Fed up with her self-imposed single life, successful event planner Sara Archer heads to a bar for a night of dancing … and bumps into Dylan Westcott, a high school crush she hasn't seen in years. Harmless flirting leads to a hot, completely uncharacteristic one-night stand. But when she wakes up alone, Sara knows there won't be a repeat.Dylan, a divorced, ex-military construction contractor, limits himself to casual flings—his failed marriage proves he's better off alone anyway—but he can't stop dreaming about Sara. And when his firm is hired to oversee the renovation project run by the Archer siblings, the two are unable to resist their explosive chemistry. But when their secret affair grows beyond "friends with benefits" and neither is willing to admit they want more, family drama and emotional scars may ruin their chance at a love they believed was only in their dreams. Links to Purchase Only In My Dreams
When Love HappensComing Soon
When Love Happens (Book 4)
In a town as small as Ribbon Ridge and with a family as large as the Archers, even the best-kept secrets don't stay buried for long... Tori Archer is married…well, on paper anyway. She hasn't actually seen her husband since the disastrous morning after their impulsive Vegas wedding. The memories of their intense passion may still make her weak in the knees, but Tori knows their marriage was a mistake. After six months filming abroad, television producer Sean Hennessy wants nothing more than to track down his sexy, captivating wife and get her into bed…fast. So when his boss sends him to Oregon to persuade the famous Archer sextuplets—the former stars of a reality TV show—to do a reunion special, Sean sees the perfect chance to win Tori back. But Tori wants nothing to do with him and is determined to push him away. Yet their attraction is as hot as ever and Sean will do anything to prove their relationship was more than just a fling…because he knows that when real love happens, it changes everything. Links to Pre-Order When Love Happens Amazon: http://amzn.to/1LPLO7d iBooks: http://apple.co/1ED6EgM Darcy BurkeAuthor Bio Darcy Burke is the USA Today Bestselling Author of hot, action-packed historical and sexy, emotional contemporary romance. Darcy wrote her first book at age 11, a happily ever after about a swan addicted to magic and the female swan who loved him, with exceedingly poor illustrations. A native Oregonian, Darcy lives on the edge of wine country with her devoted husband, their two great kids, and two Bengal cats. In her “spare” time Darcy is a serial volunteer enrolled in a 12-step program where one learns to say “no,” but she keeps having to start over. She’s also a fair-weather runner, and her happy places are Disneyland and Labor Day weekend at the Gorge. Visit Darcy online at http://www.darcyburke.com, follow her on Twitter at http://twitter.com/darcyburke, or like her Facebook page, http://www.facebook.com/darcyburkefans.
 

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Keanu Raine is a fire fighter, and has fought the most dangerous forest fires for years as a smokejumper. His training has served him well, but his ability as a fire elemental has saved lives many times over, on he had no plans to quit any time soon. When he returns home to the Pacific Northwest, he has no clue that the biggest blaze he would ever fight, would be the one that Cammie Masters stirs in his soul.

Cammie has loved Keanu since the day he rescued her when she was a twelve year old girl trapped in a tree. But now, her school girl crush is a woman’s lust. But Keanu has blown into town before, is he really here to stay this time? Keanu’s investigation into the arson plaguing his hometown is heating up, and so is his relationship with Cammie. But it soon becomes clear that Cammie isn’t a bystander, she is a target. As Keanu tries to uncover the truth, things turn deadly, and as the smoke clears there is more than just one elemental who has their sights set on Cammie.


  FireStarter Excerpt 


She looked up, stunning him with her gorgeous smile. “I’m free all weekend. Oh, God, I didn’t mean that I want, or that I meant…” Cammie’s face scrunched up. “Dang it, I’m messing this all up. I meant to say, that I don’t have to work next weekend at all. What did you have in mind?” Stifling a laugh, Keanu squeezed her hand. “I was thinking that maybe we could go for a picnic and do some hiking. I haven’t roamed the forests around here in years, and you said you still like to climb trees.” “I’ll never live that down.” She covered her face with one hand. “Do you know my mother still teases me about that? And to add insult to injury, I had to wear a stupid boot thingy, all because I’d bruised several bones.” “No shit? I’m glad I insisted on carrying you all the way home. You could’ve seriously injured yourself.” Cammie peeked at him from between her fingers. “Well you did, and I’m fine, so let’s pretend it didn’t happen.” She cringed, her embarrassment clear to see. Keanu loved the blush that stole up her neck and into her face. Thinking about Cammie blushing as he made her come had his comfy jeans a little tight. He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly. He reached across the small space and tugged her hand away from her gorgeous face. “Thank you for having dinner with me. Would you like some dessert?” “I couldn’t eat another bite.” She rubbed her stomach. “I had a really great time tonight.” “You sound surprised.” He smiled and watched her yawn again. “I did, too. Are you ready?” At her nod he motioned for the check. He paid the bill and waved the waiter away, telling him to keep the change. When Cammie made a move to get up, Keanu stood and pulled her chair out, placing his hand at the small of her back. He didn’t miss the way her body shivered; it was a feeling he wholeheartedly agreed with. The small gesture caused flames to lick up his torso. He banked down the internal heat, leading her out to her car. “Did I tell you that I love your Jeep?” She turned to look at him. “You do, huh? Would you like to drive her next weekend?” Keanu groaned. “Please tell me you didn’t give her, and I stress her, some silly name?” “I did not name her something silly.” She waited a beat. “Her name is…wait for it, wait for it…Lightning.” The little minx was laughing at him, and damn if he didn’t enjoy it. “Like Lightning McQueen?” he joked. “No, like the lightning in the sky.” Cammie slapped his arm. “She’s a big bolt of it.” “I like that a lot. Lightning and thunder are my favorite parts of a storm.” “Mine, too.” When they reached her vehicle, Keanu turned her to face him, smiling down at her upturned face. He traced her bow-shaped mouth with the tip of his finger. Keeping her anchored to him with one arm, he wrapped the other around her waist, loving how she fit perfectly to him. He gave her plenty of time to reject his kiss. Seeing her eyes close, and feeling her body molding to his was his undoing. Keanu meant to take it slow, to give her a light, almost friendly kiss. But having her softness, against all his hardness, sent him reeling, and devouring her mouth became his goal.

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 Cammie wrapped her arms around his shoulders. In her three-inch wedge espadrilles, she reached his chin, making them a perfect match. His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with her own, the taste of the spicy food they had eaten exploding in her mouth, like another sweet temptation. She sucked in a breath, aching from the kiss, her heart thudding with excitement at her first real taste of him. He gentled the kiss, brushing his mouth lightly over her parted lips, then nipped her bottom one. Cammie felt the tremor that wracked his large frame, happy to realize that she wasn’t the only one affected. She had known since the age of twelve that this man was it for her. Now, ten years later, she realized her desire for him had only intensified, had become a woman’s need in place of a young girl’s infatuation. The times she had seen him in town over the years had always awoken a hunger, but she hadn’t thought she had a chance since he didn’t live there anymore. Now, with him pressed against her, she was aware of his powerful erection jutting against the juncture between her legs. Her own desire flooded her panties, but Cammie was shocked to feel Keanu pulling away. “You’re fucking amazing,” Keanu murmured. “What?” she asked dazed. “I don’t want to rush you. I want to savor every moment, every sigh you make.” He captured her lips in another heated kiss. Kissing him was a major feast to her starving senses. All thoughts fled her brain as he deepened the kiss, and drew her closer to his arousal. She sucked on his tongue, and nipped his lip like he had done to her, before licking the small hurt. Rushing sounded really good to her at that moment. Amazon: http://amzn.to/1GIV8D7 11069360_1570604693210689_1777308388_o Elle Boon Author Bio I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom of 2. I say retired because my youngest is 14 and my oldest is 20. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life could change, I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On top of that list was to become a published author. Check. Eight years later I have accomplished that goal and several others. I live in the Midwest, but I”m a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently, and am known to say “Bless Your Heart” A LOT. If you know what that means, you do not want to be the one I say that to, lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class *WEG*. I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the imagination in or out of the bedroom. My hope is that after readers have read one of my stories, they fall in love with the characters as much as I have. The best part of my new journey is that I get to create new worlds, and have all kinds of stories in my head just waiting to be written. I truly love to hear from readers. You can find me on Twitter, Facebook or my webside, but I’m on Facebook ALL the time, so find me. I’d love to hear from you J www.elleboon.com https://www.facebook.com/elle.boon https://www.facebook.com/pages/Elle-Boon-Author/1429718517289545 https://twitter.com/ElleBoon1 http://www.amazon.com/Elle-Boon/e/B00K03HY42/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1415849092&sr=1-2-ent   Attend the Release Party for a chance to win a Coach Wristlet https://www.facebook.com/events/792308860845259/

Just Desserts: Jodi Redford and Piper Denna

JUST DESSERTS: A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights presented by SecretHungers.com

Just Desserts is a buffet of deliciously naughty stories. These delights are as diverse as the authors who write them. It is my pleasure to reveal two of the more than twenty contributing authors to Just Desserts-debut, new, multi-published, award-winning and bestselling authors. ENJOY TODAY'S SPECIAL! Today, we feature two more bestselling authors. Take a moment to get to know them.

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Perfect Passion by Jodi Redford

A stand-alone erotic short story - supplement to Perfect Chemistry
Contemporary, Romance, Ménage
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  Sidney Chase knows too well the potent side effects of the infamous Xtacy aphrodisiac elixir. So when Leo and Dev enlist her help with their latest kinky concoction, she’s all too willing to put in the overtime. Because the best perk of working for two sexy chemist geeks? Getting to be their sinful science experiment. And this time the results promise to be just as deliciously wicked.

Get to know Jodi

At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven’t improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts, and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more heat. She has won numerous contests, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star. When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows. She loves to hear from readers.

This sexiest food is:

Chocolate covered strawberries. It's fruit and chocolate! Plus you get to hand feed it to that special someone, which is very sexy.

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

1) I'm a Star Wars geek. Actually no one would be surprised by that. LOL. 2) I used to be a professional horticulturist. 3) I'm addicted to cheesy horror movies. Or basically any movie that has Adrienne Barbeau in it. 4) I've seen Big Trouble In Little China 5 million times. Okay, maybe only 4,999,999 times. 5) I'm addicted to Angry Birds and Candy Crush. Damn whoever got me hooked on them!

The sexiest place in the world is:

A deserted island. Sandy beach, water, no one around. Enough said.

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Confidential Craving by Piper Denna

Stand-alone Erotic Short-Story from the Fantasies Inc. Series
Erotic Contemporary Romance
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Victoria walks into her friend’s law practice for an appointment regarding her new business, but leaves with a dinner date to pick up her documents…from his partner. The sexy attorney with a British accent has managed to reawaken the libido she’s ignored for months while launching Fantasies, Inc., an upscale resort pandering to sexual yearnings. And hey, if she’s going to capitalize on cravings, she might as well have some of her own, right? Brett has been warned to stay away from Victoria. He’s to draw up her papers. Nothing more. Except, upon meeting her, he’s compelled to ask her out. First item on his menu? Seduction. He senses her bottled-up cravings and intends to uncork her, warnings be damned.

Get to know Piper

Romance is sexy. And often funny, and sometimes tangled up with suspense. Let’s face it: all sorts of things get mixed up with romance in real life. Piper Denna’s stories are not cut-and-dried romance. Her characters deal with issues female readers can relate to: independence and trust, empowerment, inhibition, an unfaithful partner, motherhood. Sometimes her characters make mistakes, and often her “bad guys” are not 100% bad. She hopes to take the reader on an emotional journey to a happy ending…with enviable sexual encounters along the way. When she’s not writing, she edits, raises two teens along with her husband, and collects scrapbooking material. She enjoys books—or movies—with a comedic twist and hopefully a love story with lots of tension, too. Sexiest parts of a man in Piper’s opinion? The hands and eyes. Shoulders are nice too, and of course, great pecs are never amiss…

The sexiest food is:

Because I'm a rule bender, I'm choosing a drink: Champagne. It's nearly always served in upbeat/celebratory times, and even has its own fancy, sexy glass. Plus, it bubbles!

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

  • I would rather lift weights for an hour than spend 5 minutes on a stationary bike. Spin class sounds like the deepest level of hell to me.
  • If a tiny garden snake chased me, I'd run like Usain Bolt (or drop dead on the spot). Those spin bikes in hell surely have snakes writhing around them on the floor.
  • For 7 years I worked as a Teacher Stunt Double (aka substitute) and enjoyed almost every day of it. (Crazy much? Yes, yes I may be.) Kids are gross and weird and sometimes vicious, but also brilliant, loving and utterly unpredictable.
  • When I was 10, I memorized the alphabet backward. As a young adult, I used it at parties as a means of convincing others I hadn't had too much to drink.
  • I love Facebook. No matter how much other people complain about it, I love connecting with my friends, old and new, and if I manage to make someone "lol", it makes my day.

Sexiest place on earth is:

Somewhere tropical, with a view of palm trees and the sound of waves breaking on the sand. And the men, at least, need to speak with a British accent.

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