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


Erzabet Bishop's favorite books »

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Breath of the Feathered Serpent


Adam's mission is to investigate the theft of an Aztec statue, but he falls for a suspect. Is Elijah innocent or a deadly thief?

When the theft of an Aztec statue threatens to destabilize the provinces on the Texas border, Federal Marshals Adam and Madison are called in to go undercover and investigate. The last thing Adam expects is to be attracted to a young man from one of the ranches they are investigating. With time running out, Adam must face his growing love for Elijah while keeping his true identity a secret and locating the Breath of the Feathered Serpent. But he and Madison are facing a thief as deadly as he is elusive and a statue with powers of its own.

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1.       How did you start writing erotic romance?
I’d written for years, for my own pleasure, and always wrote what most likely be labelled ‘bromance’ with my male characters. Then I discovered slash fanfiction. As soon as I read it, I knew this was for me. It felt perfect to have my male characters move into a romantic situation
2.       Plotter or pantster?
Almost always pantser. I may write a middle section, then something at the beginning, then the end, and all points in-between. It’s rare I start at the beginning and work steadily to the end based on anything specifically plotted.
3.       What are three things you have on your writing desk?
A flash drive for saving the work. A pen, and a book I use for jotting down the title, main characters, and their names. Most of my characters’ names are specifically chosen for their meaning.
4.       Favorite food?
Macaroni cheese
5.       Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
Adam. The book’s in his POV. Strong, good at his job, outwardly decisive and sel-assured, but with that inward lack of confidence about being ‘good enough’. Adam has no worries about trying to find the missing Aztec artifact, or handling himself in a dangerous situation. But when he realizes just how much Elijah means to him, and how little he thinks he has to offer in return, his securities are very evident.
6.       I write because ____...
The characters and plot bunnies would be very upset if I stopped.
7.       What is your favorite type of character to write about?
I like strong characters, but with a weakness or flaw. Even a hero is just human.
8.       What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
That’s really difficult to answer. Each scene I write I think is sexier than the last one.
9.       What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Keep the dream. Don’t stop writing. Check publishers for open anthology calls. Don’t stop writing. Don’t give up. Don’t stop writing.
10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
My ‘next big thing’ is looking ahead to NaNo with a view to writing a steampunk, time-travel  themed work. I have an outline in mind already.

Excerpt:

Adam smirked and then looked at the other rider who'd dismounted. To Adam's surprise, it wasn't another woman as he'd assumed. The young man had the same lean build and auburn hair as his sister, but as he came closer, the masculine angles of his face were clearly visible, as were the lush, full lips that made Adam lick his own, suddenly dry ones.
He stared at the youth. In his time, Adam had bedded, or been bedded by, more men than he cared to count, let alone remember. He'd become jaded, and he knew it. But there was just something about this man that piqued his interest. Adam was quite certain that in a month, a year, or even a decade from now, if he lived that long, he would remember the plaid-shirted, beautiful young man.
The stranger came to stand by his sister. "That's Charlie. Or it was." He looked from Madison to Adam and back again. "You fellers find him?"
"That's right, Mister..." Madison waited for a name.
"Elijah. I'm Elijah."
"Did he discuss coming here with you?" Ellen asked, looking at Elijah. "I saw the two of you talking together."
"Nope. Not with me. He said he wanted to have a word with Uncle and see you about something. He never mentioned anything about riding out here."
Adam pursed his lips. It seemed to him that a whole heap of attention was focused on one dead cowpoke. But then again, not many ranch hands ended up dead from allegedly bad water on a supposedly deserted ranch. More surprisingly was the disappointment he felt realizing that Elijah might have been the last man to see Charlie alive. That made him a potential suspect.
"Well if it's all the same to you, Sheriff, Adam and me will be getting along and head into town. Maybe we'll see you tomorrow, Miss Ellen. We're short of funds right now and hoping to find some ranch work." Madison tipped his hat to Ellen, who remained stone-faced.
"Given we've lost Charlie, we could do with some help, Sis," Elijah said.
"Maybe. But the final say will be Uncle's. Don't forget that," Ellen said. "Let's go. We need to let him know what's happened. If you fellers are thinking of calling 'round, make it before noon. Uncle likes to take a nap in the afternoon, and we never disturb him when he's resting. I take it you'll take care of the remains, Sheriff? Or maybe you will, Mr. Carter. Another one of your charitable acts." Not waiting for a reply, Ellen headed toward her horse with Elijah a step behind.
Walking towards their own horses, Adam watched the twins from the corner of his eye.
"She's a fiery one," Madison muttered. "Must be the red hair. Pretty enough though."
"Yes, he was." Adam realized his slip too late to censure it.


About the author:

 Pelaam lives in clean, green New Zealand.  She is a published author of gay male romance and erotica across time and space. When not writing, she indulges in her other passions as a foodie and wine buff.
She can be found on Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/pamela.pelaamone and a full list of her published works are on Lazy Beagle Entertainment, http://www.lazybeagleentertainment.com. 


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Girls Night Out Box Set




Baby, it’s cold outside! So how about a Girls Night Out to heat things up? Bestselling authors, Allie K. Adams, Morgan Kearns, Marianne Morea and T. Lynne Tolles have joined forces in a Girls Night Out themed four-pack of sizzling stories! Bundle up with this hot combo of contemporary and paranormal novellas guaranteed to spice up your Holidays Season! 

‪99 cents! (limited time offer)‬‬‬‬

Here are the Bestselling Authors and their Titles:
Allie K. Adams - Hiring the Player - Campus Players #2
Kayla is about to graduate and doesn’t have a single college experiment story to her name. After a crazy Girls Night Out, her best friends hire Jake, a player, to grant three wishes they want for her. He’s more than happy to show Kayla how to have a little fun.


Morgan Kearns - Assigned Guilt, Deadlines & Diamonds #5.5
A guilt trip and a promise of fun have Stephanie McCallister dressing up for Girls Night Out. But a brand new club leads to an adventure teaching her an entirely new meaning of “fun”. 

Marianne Morea - Night Play, Cursed By Blood 1.5 
After running from an arranged marriage, Emily Leighton is finally home…and what better way to celebrate than a hot night on the town with friends? The full moon turns up the heat on a one-night stand, giving Emily a glimmer of possibilities she’d rather not face. His name? Ryan.

T. Lynne Tolles - Sisters in Blood, Blood #6
A Bachelorette weekend in Las Vegas to celebrate the upcoming nuptials of Katarina, Rowan and Melanie allows the women of the Blood series a well deserved break to unwind with the ladies that have become more than family - they're Sisters in Blood.



Monday, April 14, 2014

Under the Satyr Moon


Under the Satyr Moon a curse was wrought, and under the same moon shall it be reversed...
...if the Fates allow.

A freelance photography job goes downhill fast when Lily Anders' boyfriend dumps her and disappears from the campsite, leaving her stranded in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Feeling lost, heartbroken, and afraid, Lily follows a mysterious melody through the wilderness. She never would have guessed the source of the music would reveal that legendary figures of Greek mythology really existed, and she could be one of them.

Ever since he was cursed, Ariston has only wanted one thing—to be human again. He has searched the globe for a nymph to free him, but over three thousand years of failure has pushed him into a life of solitude. Ariston believes he's finally found the salvation he's longed for when he catches Lily spying on him in the forest. Unfortunately, he has to convince her to like him first.


What seems to be the Fates bringing them together in time for the Satyr Moon proves to be an elaborate scheme with macabre intentions. Dionysus has sent Ariston's estranged brother, Adonis, to ensure the curse cannot be broken, and nothing tosses cold water over the flame of seduction like a twin seeking vengeance.

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"Oh God. Oh God. I'm hallucinating, probably have a fever, and I need to get out of here now." She nodded as she said the last word as if it finalized her babbling, confirming an inner argument of some sort.
"I don't think you're suffering any ailments. You can keep gawking at me all you like. Although, I would prefer if you looked a little higher than my feet." Much more impressive, that. At least, no one had ever complained before.
She made a derogatory noise in the back of her throat. "Please tell me you're some D&D nerd in a really well-made costume and you mean me no harm. Also, if you have a cell phone, I would really appreciate it if you don't take my previous comment personally and let me borrow it for a moment." Ah, well, that solved one of his concerns; if she had no phone, she couldn't have sent evidence or contacted anyone about what she'd seen. Unless, of course, she had a camera stashed somewhere. I should probably frisk her to find out.
He crossed his arms. "This is not a costume." Ariston narrowed his eyes, a thought occurring to him. "I didn't sense you being attracted by my song like I did the blonde. Are you a magical being? Who are you? A deity? A demigoddess?" He was on to something there, but wasn't sure what. Had she brought the freak thunderstorm the night before? There had been no sign of rain, yet rained it had. And hailed on top of it.
"Right... Maybe you should let me hold that phone I mentioned before. I think it could bring help for both of us."
"I don't have a phone on me. Where would I put it? In my leg hair?" He lifted a hoof and waved it in a counterclockwise motion. Brunette's eyes widened once more. Why did everyone get all worked up over the hooves, but not the horns? Those mostly received a pffft reaction followed by a series of retorts about his nature of "horniness." It's not like he would start making goat noises and chewing on buttons. The only part of his anatomy of any real importance hung heavily between his legs, and that was as human as any mortal man. Except he liked to think he was better endowed.
"In your, uh, gun holster?" Brunette pointed to his panpipes.
"What about it?" Ariston asked.
"You asked where you would put a cellphone. There is a large pocket on your strappy purse thingy." She nibbled her full bottom lip, an act that shot fire to his groin.
"It's not a purse. How could you even say that? It's very manly."
"Uh huh. Of course."
"It is." The twinge of lust faded out as he noticed the blood spotted bandage across the palm of her hand. "How were you injured?" Ariston took an unconscious step toward her. He had medical supplies at the cabin. Though he healed at phenomenal speeds, his blood still made a mess when it flowed on the wrong side of his skin. He could patch her up in no time.
She glanced at her palm, almost surprised to see the bandage there. Then she shook her head and said, "Yeah, this is the weirdest conversation ever. Sorry, but...gotta dash." She darted off in the opposite direction. As she sprinted away, stinging drops of water began to bombard his skin. Brunette had to be the one manipulating the rain, but how? What was she? It must be linked to her emotions somehow, and it made him wonder what had happened to provoke the furious assault from the elements the night before.
Ariston snapped out of his stupor and chased after her. "Hey, not so fast!" A thought started taking root in his mind. He'd been excited about her before, but if he was right... Gods, he couldn't let her escape. Not if there was a chance.
Brunette was magical in nature, affecting the elements. The timing was too good to be true. Ariston had sought one of her kind for as long as he'd been a satyr, and if she turned out being a nymph, she was also his savior. Unfortunately, his salvation continued putting distance between them. She may have the upper hand in the rain, but he knew the forest well. He'd capture her like the legends of old, and she'd be his. Mine!
She had revealed herself to him. Perhaps not intentionally, yet she had. All he needed was Brunette to desire him enough to take him as a lover under the Satyr Moon. He smiled. Ariston was rusty when it came to true seduction, without the use of magic, but he enjoyed a challenge. He could be free, mortal, could finally have a family, grow old, and live a normal human life.

A Visit with Rebekah Lewis:

1.       How did you start writing erotic romance?

I got a weird idea in my head, and started writing to see what would happen. Ended up being naughty LOL

2.       Plotter or pantster?

A little of both. I plot an outline then the rest is filled in as I go.

3.       What are three things you have on your writing desk?

Cell phone, Funko Pop figures of Thor and Loki, and a miniature statue of Atlas holding the globe on his shoulders.

4.       Favorite food?

Mac and cheese

5.       Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?

Under the Satyr Moon is about a satyr named Ariston who has been trying to find a nymph to break his curse for over three thousand years.  He finally finds her and has to convince her to like him which proves difficult when he keeps making himself look bad because he has no experience in wooing properly. Lily was much easier to write than Ariston. Though Hermes, as always, is the one that is the most vocal in terms of me writing him.

6.       I write because ____...

I will go insane from all the voices in my head otherwise. ;)

7.       What is your favorite type of character to write about?

One with no filter. I am an introvert. I am also shy and have social anxiety. So characters that are outgoing and say what they want are a lot of fun because they can do and say things I can't do or say without having an anxiety attack and dying of mortification :P

8.       What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?

     In  Under the Satyr Moon, Ariston tells Lily he could seduce her into wanting to be with him for the ritual at the end of the book. Things occur that prevents it, but Lily, being curious, eventually asks what he would do. So he shows her, and that scene makes me blush just thinking about.

9.       What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?

Don't stress so much about the erotic scenes on the first draft. I fill it in on the first revision because I will sit there and stare at the computer feeling overwhelmed if I try to do it the first time. It slows the story flow, and I rather keep writing and enhance it latter than try to make it perfect on the first pass.

10. What is next on your writerly horizon?

Hermes is getting a novella. Because he won't shut up. LOL I am also dabbling in a dystopian novel and a time travel novella about a pirate in present day.


Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed into a world of satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat, Bagheera.
If you would like to follow Rebekah on social media or contact via email, use the following information:
Website: www.rebekah-lewis.com
Email: lewis.rebekah@rocketmail.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/RebekahLewisAuthor
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6537317.Rebekah_Lewis
Twitter: @RebekahLLewis

Friday, April 11, 2014

Wolves and Warrants

Once you've discovered the Hidden World, you become part of it.

It was frightening at first, being overcome by this strange, invisible entity, but it was also empowering. The power was greater than Zeara, yet completely at her disposal, and she knew just what to do with it.


There is no rest for the weary as Zeara, Jake, and Magic are called upon by the very organization that threatened their lives. A murder investigation must take place in a local little town, but no one is quite sure who or what is dead, and why. It's up to the team to place all the puzzle pieces when people start dying. The problem is, the local sheriff doesn't want to cooperate and their most promising link to solving the case is in a psych ward. Can they solve it before another life is lost?

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"Uh, well..." Zane shifted uncomfortably as he grimaced. "I'm not trained to do an autopsy. I can test for chemicals, but I don't know a bit about knife wounds or how to measure how long something has been dead."
"I feared you would say this." Karma shook her head before waving her hand in the air. "Ah well, there is one thing I do know how to be dealin' with, an' that is death. I have methods for this."
Jake stepped closer to Zeara and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "You aren't going to do magic like you did when Zeara was unconscious, are you?"
"Ni. I won't be using magic." The woman smiled at them, and a cold chill swept through Zeara.
Moments ago she seemed almost normal despite the fact we were talking about shape-shifters. She didn't seem so damn scary. But the expression on her face reminded me all over again that I have no idea what I'm dealing with or how dangerous things can be. Zeara snuggled deeper into the detective's arms as she tried to calm the fear rising in her. Something was about to happen that would screw up what little sense she'd made of this Hidden World so far; she just knew it. The foreboding tone in Karma's voice had been too intense not to catch the sadistic pleasure she seemed to be garnering from giving them a paranormal trial by fire.
"What methods will you be using, then?" Zane looked and sounded so excited that she wanted desperately to find the nearest tree branch and smack him with it. His exuberance for all this mumbo-jumbo junk was giving her a one-way ticket to a dire need for anger management classes.
Karma shielded her eyes with her hand as she tilted her head back and surveyed the skies. Above them the two turkey vultures idly continued to circle. "Celaeno! Aello!"
The loud yell startled Zeara so much, she actually jumped a little. Magic gazed up at her, his calm expression leveled on her as if to say, "Silly human, it's only loud words." Embarrassment burned her cheeks at her reaction, and she did the most mature thing she could think of and stuck her tongue out at her cat. He twitched an ear in response, then turned his attention back to Karma.
The sound of flapping wings had Zeara jerking her gaze upward. The two vultures were descending, and the closer they got, the bigger she realized they were. Their wingspans were easily eight feet wide, and as they landed near Karma, their shapes shimmered and changed.
Oh, shape-shifters who can turn into birds. Well, at least Zane will be happy now that he finally got to see one change.
To her surprise the birds didn't shift. At least, they didn't shift completely. The lower half of their bodies remained those of birds. Two stunningly beautiful faces turned to appraise her and the two men—feminine faces attached to gorgeous auburn curls that cascaded from their heads. Ample breasts hung from their chests, and their torsos were sleek and sculpted. Their tanned skin was healthy, sun-kissed, and created a perfect complement to the bronze-colored feathers. Instead of arms though, they each sported two glossy wings with fingers near the tip.
"What the fuck are those?" Jake asked. His tone mirrored the combination of fear and awe that Zeara was experiencing.
"These are Celaeno and Aello." Karma smirked at them.
One of the creatures lifted a wing to cover her mouth and stifled a laugh. "We are harpies," the other one said. The sound, almost musical, made her voice as beautiful as her face. She blinked as she spoke to them, and a third eyelid from the corner of her eye slid across the golden orb for a brief second.
The world dropped out from under Zeara, and she clung to Jake's arm as she tried to regain her senses. "H-harpies?" she asked, her words barely above a whisper.
"Yes," the first harpy said. Her voice was slightly higher pitched, sounding more like flutes instead of the chiming of bells. "I am Aello, and this is my sister, Celaeno."
Zane's silence was worrying Zeara, and she tore her gaze away from the harpies to look at him. He stood stock-still, his mouth gaping open and his arms rigid by his sides. The outright shock written on his features only increased her desire to hit him over the head with the nearest object.
Karma seemed to notice Zane at the moment too, and she issued a snort. "Come now. You discover a shifter and barely do you bat a lash, yet you find harpies so difficult?"
Her words appeared to snap him out of it. He shook his head, though his gaze remained fastened on the harpies. "It's not that," he said.
"Oh? Then what is wrong with ye?" Karma asked.
He mumbled something that Zeara couldn't hear.
Karma's lips pressed in a thin line as she frowned at him. "I donnae understand."
"Boobies," Zane said, his voice loud and clear this time.


About the author:
 When D. F. Krieger was banned from writing contests at her school, she immediately set it in her head that she would become a professional writer. Since then, she has thrown away her plans of world domination through books, but she still enjoys writing. Her tastes run from classy urban witches to dragons, space pirates to shape shifters. By the time she pens her final book with a hand ravaged by age, she hopes to introduce her readers to many alternate worlds, lines of thinking, and captivating characters.
You can find D. F. on the East Coast, hiding away from the real world with a gleam in her eye and a plot in her head. She resides with her husband, kids, and pets; who all kindly put up with her random bouts of laughter (over things she can't explain) and journal collecting fetish.
You can also visit her website: www.dfkrieger.com to learn about what she's writing, what she already has out, and what crazy stuff she puts on her blog.
If you can't get enough of the Faxfire Series, there is an official Facebook page where you can ask the characters questions, watch for cover reveals, and receive sneak peeks at upcoming books. The link is: https://www.facebook.com/FaxfireSeries?ref=hl

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Second Chance Bride Super Book Blast


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Trish will be awarding a $20 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Remember, the more you comment, the better your chances to win.

Scarlett Buck has always been flaky in comparison to her sensible twin sister Tara, so nobody is really surprised when Scarlett spends all her money on a one way ticket to Australia to be with the man she’s met on the Net. But she hasn’t reckoned on the guy already being married, or her mom getting sick, and now she needs money for a flight home to Marietta, MT—quick. Signing on with Bella's Belles in Kalgoorlie isn't be the proudest moment in her life but it will get her home fast. After all, it's just sex.

Or is it?

Mitch Bannister's ex is about to marry his best friend, and he could really do with a cold beer and a hot woman. But the cowgirl he takes a shine to at Bella's is surprisingly skittish, and in the end he leaves without hooking up.

Later, when Mitch spies the cowgirl in the local pub begging for a job, he shrinks into the shadows--he's not looking for complications, and something tells him that Scarlett Buck is a whole handful of them. But soon it's clear she's not just trouble, she's in trouble, and like it or not, he's not about to turn his back on this stray from the States. Especially if she can do him a favor in return. After all, it's just a helping hand.

Or is it?


Now enjoy an excerpt:

“You look amazing,” he said, and it wasn’t his words that warmed her through and through, it was the husky quality to his Aussie drawl and the raw heat in his eyes. If she’d had any qualms that he was dressing her to make his ex feel bad, they were banished before they could take root. He was dressing her for him.

She’d never thought blue was a warm color, not until now, not until she’d felt this slow, warm glide of his eyes over her form leaving a smoking trail of heat.

So sex wasn’t part of this deal?

Didn’t mean it wasn’t going to happen.

Shoes and accessories were next. He took his time, not rushing and not checking out the sale items like she was, but going for top shelf every time.

She wondered whether he was as attentive a lover as he was a shopper.

And then she remembered that first encounter in Bella’s, and the hot stroke of his tongue against her breast.

Oh yeah!


USA Today Bestselling Author, Trish Morey has written thirty romances for the internationally bestselling Harlequin Presents line and her stories have been published in more than 25 languages in 40 countries worldwide, including being published in Manga comic book form in Japan, and as Trish Moreyova in the Czech Republic. Trish was awarded Romance Writers of Australia’s Romantic Book of the Year Award (the Ruby) for short, sexy romance In 2006 and again in 2009, as well as being a finalist in the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA Awards in 2012.

A qualified Chartered Accountant by trade, Trish was employed as financial manager at a major business school prior to her first sale.

Trish lives with her husband, 4 daughters and assorted menagerie in the beautiful Adelaide Hills.

Author links:
Website: http://www.trishmorey.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/trish.morey
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MoreyTrish

Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Trish-Morey/e/B001H6WU8G/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1396183952&sr=8-2-ent

BN Author Page: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/trish-morey

Tule Publishing page: http://tulepublishing.com/product/second-chance-bride/

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Cooking Up a Seduction Tour and Giveaway


Cooking Up a Seduction
Jenna Bayley-Burke

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Blueberry Eyed Books

Date of Publication: 2/14/2014

ISBN: 978-0-9900084-4-6
ASIN: B00IB3T5P4

Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 63000

Cover Artist: Novel Graphic Designs / Kellie Dennison

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Book Description:

Love never tasted so sweet...

Sexy venture capitalist Cameron Price takes the helm of the Seattle branch of the firm to prove he has what it takes to lead the entire company. Unfortunately, his boss thinks what it takes for a workaholic like Cam is a wife!

To fend off the matrimonally inclined, Cameron has to think fast. Inspired by the dazzling green eyes of the gorgeous caterer, he proposes the kind of innovative arrangement he's known for. If Lauren Brody will spend a few weeks on his arm networking at events, she'll be able to raise the profile of Come For Dinner catering and book more clients than she ever dreamed.

But Lauren has a plan of her own and tempts Cameron to play along. She convinces Mr. Buttoned-Up-Tight they can have some serious fun on his piano, in his kitchen, and behind closed doors. But it's dangerous to keep a lid on something so hot. And a relationship was never on Cameron's agenda...

WARNING : Indulge at your own risk! Cravings for exotic fruit, decadent delights, erotic fashion & steaming hot nights of pleasure have been reported.




About the Author:

Jenna Bayley-Burke is a domestic engineer, freelance writer, award-winning recipe developer, romance novelist, cookbook author and freebie fanatic. Blame it on television, a high-sugar diet or ADD; she finds life too interesting to commit to one thing—except her high-school sweetheart, two blueberry-eyed boys and a perfect baby girl. Her stories, both naughty and nice, are available everywhere.

To learn more about Jenna Bayley-Burke, please visit





http://www.pinterest.com/jbayleyburke/


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Monday, April 7, 2014

Sweet Callahan Homecoming Super Book Blast


Sweet Callahan Homecoming
by Tina Leonard

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BLURB:

Will Ashlyn Callahan finally find her magic?  The last Callahan rides in the exciting conclusion to the bestselling series, The Callahan Cowobys!

Four Babies—and Her Whole Family—to Protect

Ashlyn Callahan has always known that her fate can only bring danger to those she loves. That's why she flees Rancho Diablo—and the ornery cowboy she loves—to hide out in Texas Hill Country. But all hell breaks loose when Xavier Phillips finds her…and her four newborn babies.

Xav finally tracks down his warrior woman—only to discover she's the mother of two perfect little boys and two perfect little girls. And he's the father! Now Ash has to marry him. With the future of Ash's entire clan at stake, Xav is ready to lay his life on the line to safeguard the family legacy. Not to mention create a homecoming—and a wedding!—worthy of his Chacon Callahan bride!


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Excerpt Three:

Two squad cars pulled in front of the house, and the next thing he knew, a couple of Wild’s finest were yelling at him to put the little lady down.

“I forgot to call and tell the sheriff it was a false alarm,” Ash said, apologetic, as he set her gently on the ground. She was breathless and a bit tousled from being upside down. “You’d better go.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you agree to go with me.” He could be just as stubborn as she. “Go tell the sheriff and his friends that their services aren’t needed.”

“It would be better if you go.”

She gazed up at him, and he caught a funny bit of desperation from her. “Nope,” he said, still wearing stubborn like a badge.

“Ash, is there a problem?” the sheriff asked, and Ash looked at Xav.

“Is there a problem?” she asked Xav, and he realized she was holding him hostage to her demand that he leave.

Well, he’d never been one to go down without a fight.

“Hell, yeah, there’s a problem, Sheriff. This woman won’t accept my marriage proposal. I drove all the way from Rancho Diablo in New Mexico to propose to her. Xav Phillips,” he said, shaking the sheriff’s hand.

The sheriff and his deputies snickered a little at his conundrum. Then the sheriff perked up. “Xav Phillips, Gil Phillips’s son, from Hell’s Colony?”

“Yes, sir,” Xav said politely.

“I knew your daddy before you were even a twinkle in his eye,” the sheriff said, drawing a groan from Ash. The sheriff turned to her.

“Ashlyn Callahan, you hit the panic button because some man has proposed to you? Again?” The sheriff shook his head. “He drives a nice truck, comes from a great family, practically Texas royalty. If Santa brings you a father for those four children of yours, you might treat him a little nicer than calling the law on him.” He tipped his hat to Ash, shook Xav’s hand again, and he and his deputies got back in their squad cars. “Good luck,” the sheriff said to Xav through his open window. “Probably five men in the county have offered to marry this lady, and she’s turned them all down flat.”

He nodded. “Forewarned, Sheriff. Thanks.”

“Are all of you through enjoying a manly guffaw at my expense?” Ash demanded. “Because if you are, I need to get back in the house. I have children who need me.”

“Good night, Sheriff.” He followed Ash back inside, his mind niggling with discomfort and alarm. Five men had proposed to her? Ash picked up a baby that was sending up a gentle wail and sat down on the old-fashioned sofa situated across from the Christmas tree.

He sat next to her. “Hey, Ash,” he said, “the sheriff said something about you needing a father for your children, that Santa had sent you one for Christmas. It was a figure of speech, right?” He looked at her, surprised but not displeased in the slightest that she was undoing the pearl buttons on her white sweater. She tossed a baby blanket over her shoulder, obscuring the baby’s face—and suddenly, it hit Xav like a thunderclap that Ash was nursing that baby.

Which would not be the slightest bit possible unless these were her children. He stared at Ash, and she looked back at him calmly, her denim-blue eyes unworried and clear.

“You’re a mother,” he said, feeling light-headed, and not from the crack Mallory had landed on his skull. “These are your babies?”

She nodded, and he got dizzy. The woman he loved was a mother, and somehow she’d had four children. This perfect four of a kind was hers.

It wasn’t possible. But he could hear gentle sucking sounds occasionally, and he knew it was as possible as the sun coming up the next day. He felt weak all over, weak-kneed in a way he’d never been, his heart splintering like shattered glass.

“Damn, Ash, your family…you haven’t told them.”

“No, I haven’t.”

A horrible realization sank into him, painful and searing. “Who’s the father?”

She frowned. “A dumb ornery cowboy.”

“That doesn’t sound like you. You wouldn’t fall for a dumb ornery cowboy.”

“Yes, I would,” Ash said. “I would, and I did.”


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