Monday, June 18, 2018

Blurb Blitz for Moments of Disarray by Megan Hart (GIVEAWAY)


Readers looking for an unforgettable hero will get just that in this novella that deals with the aftermath of a past relationship and feelings arising from a new one that will take readers on an emotionally intense journey.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Moments of Disarray by Megan Hart, a tale teeming with eroticism, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this m/m contemporary romance, on sale for 99 cents right now and depicting one more facet in the life of Alex Kennedy, make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $10 bookstore GC too!

Alex Kennedy knows he's a rascal. A rogue. An arrogant bastard. He wreaked havoc on his best friend's marriage by falling in love with his best friend's wife, and now he's trying to move on. Sex, drugs, booze, boys, girls and toys. He's hell-bent on forgetting the past and running toward a future he doesn't believe he deserves, only to discover the truth in moments of disarray.

EXCERPT:

He pulled out the first pair of soft pajama bottoms he could find. They were the Hello Kitty pair he ought to have thrown out long ago, and after he tugged them on, he sat on the bed with his head in hands for a long time.
The pajamas made him think of Anne, which made him think of Jamie, and wouldn’t it have been the perfect hour of the night to call the number of the house on the lake and talk to one or both of them? To ask them if he could come…home, Alex thought, and clapped a hand over his mouth to stop the small cry from leaking out. Anne and Jamie’s house could never again be his home. He’d ruined that the summer he’d stayed there, and if it had been salvageable, he’d ruined it again for good after what had happened later, with Jamie. After seeing Anne in Cleveland, Alex knew there was no way he could ever take that sort of advantage again.
I hope the thought of never touching me again makes you want to die,” Anne had told him that night, but he would die rather than hurt her again. Of all the things in his life he’d messed up, he would never forgive himself for what he’d done to Anne Kinney. Even if she forgave him for it.


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AUTHOR INFO:

Megan Hart writes books. Some of them use a lot of bad words, but most of the other words are okay. She can't live without music, the internet, or the ocean, but she and soda have achieved an amicable uncoupling. She can't stand the feeling of corduroy or velvet, and modern art leaves her cold. She writes a little bit of everything from horror to romance, though she’s best known for writing erotic fiction that sometimes makes you cry.



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Saturday, June 16, 2018

Book Spotlight on The Gunslinger’s Vow by Amy Sandas (GIVEAWAY)

A young woman ready to leave her past behind finds herself in the company of a man looking for revenge as they brave the Wild West to get back home with romance blossoming along the way.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Gunslinger’s Vow by Amy Sandas, then add the western historical romance to your bookshelf.  In honor of this first installment in the Runaway Brides series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win 1 of 5 copies of another of Ms. Sandas’s other western historical romance novels too!

Three runaway brides
Determined to escape their fates
Flee West to find freedom that can only be had in a cowboy’s arms...
Alexandra Brighton spent the last five years in Boston, erasing all evidence of the wild frontier girl she used to be. Before she settles down, she’s determined to visit her childhood home one final time. But when she finds herself stranded far from civilization, she has no choice but to trust her safety to the tall, dark and decidedly dangerous bounty hunter Malcolm Kincaid.
Now that Malcolm finally has the location his brother’s killer, he has no intention of wasting time protecting a pampered Eastern lady. But something about Alexandra speaks to the heart he long thought frozen—and her slow transformation from proper miss to wild-eyed beauty leaves him shaken. By the time they reach Montana, Malcolm must decide if seeking justice for past wrongs is worth losing a future with the woman he never expected to need…

EXCERPT:

Alexandra Brighton came to a swift halt four steps into the Painted Horse Saloon. Blinking a few times to adjust to the dim interior, she took a measured look around.
As saloons went, it was nothing special. Not that Alexandra had seen many—or any, to be honest.
Despite the early hour, the place was busier than expected. Three men stood in hushed conversation as they leaned against the bar running the length of the wall to her left. Several tables filled the open area to the right, where two separate card games were in progress, and narrow stairs toward the back led up to a closed second floor. An upright piano that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years stood lonely in the shadows by the stairs.
Upon her entrance, everyone turned to stare at her, yet only a handful of the men bothered to scrape to their feet. Their expressions, ranging from mildly curious to outright covetous, reminded her of what she already knew: a saloon was no place for a lady.
Alexandra steadied her chin as she stared coolly back. She did not have the luxury of fear. That would have been handy before she had left Boston. But now, she was too far from the place she’d called home the last five years to go back.
Her only option was to go forward.
Preferably as quickly as possible.
All she needed was one good man. One noble, honorable man who could escort her to Montana while keeping her free from harm. Was that too much to ask?
She feared it was, but Alexandra was low on options. And funds.
The stagecoach out of Rock Springs, Wyoming, was inoperable due to required repairs, leaving Alexandra in desperate need of another way to get to Helena. When the blacksmith mentioned a bounty hunter in town who was heading in that direction, she didn’t stop to think about it—just headed off to the saloon where the man was said to be catching some respite.
It had been a long time since her reckless will had landed her in trouble, yet here she was, standing in the middle of a filthy saloon while men of all varieties stared at her in a way that made her feel like a sheep who’d wandered into the midst of a wolf pack.
Stiffening her spine and reminding herself of her purpose, she scanned the room again.
One of these men had to be the bounty hunter.
The longer she stood there, the cruder the gazes became. The nerves running along her spine prickled, and her palms started to sweat in her fine gloves. Time to see her business done so she could get herself out of there.
“Which of you is the man called Kincaid?” she asked in a tone that cut uncomfortably through the humming quiet that had taken over the place.
She hadn’t intended to sound so imperious, but her courage was slowly ebbing away, and her voice tended to sharpen in compensation for a lack of confidence.
More than a few men glanced away, refocusing their attention on their drink or their card game or whatever conversation they had been in before her interruption. Others eyed her with a new level of curiosity or an odd dose of wariness.
No one answered.
She opened her mouth to repeat her question when the bartender, an aging man with a bald head and rotund belly, caught her eye and gave a sharp jerk of his chin toward a man standing in the shadows at the far end of the bar.
Bolstering her nerves, Alexandra started forward with long strides that caused her many-layered skirts to snap against her heeled boots. The stranger appeared as rough as the other men in the place, but there was something about him—something in the way he held himself—that struck her acutely even as common sense urged her to be extra wary.
Though he hunched forward to rest his elbows on the bar, there was no mistaking his height, or that his shoulders were broad and strong beneath his dark duster coat. A good layer of dirt covered everything from his scuffed boots to the bandana around his neck and the wide-brimmed hat tipped low over his face, supporting the fact that he’d just ridden into town.
It was more than his intimidating size and trail-worn appearance that set this man apart, however. Despite his relaxed posture, he seemed ready for action. And if that were not enough, he was the only person in the whole place who had not given her a second glance. He appeared intent on ignoring her and everyone else.
And everyone else seemed equally determined to ignore him.
If she were a sheep, and the saloon’s occupants were a pack of wolves, then this man was the alpha.
Her steps faltered. What kind of stupid sheep walked right up to the alpha wolf?
Apparently, this one did.


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AUTHOR INFO:

Amy writes historical romance about dashing, and sometimes dangerous, men who know just how to get what they want and women who at times may be reckless, bold, and unconventional, but who always have the courage to embrace all that life and love have to offer.
Amy grew up in a small dairy town in northern Wisconsin and after earning a Liberal Arts degree from the University of Minnesota – Twin Cities, she eventually made her way back to Wisconsin (though to a slightly larger town) and lives there with her husband, three children and a black lab. She spends her early mornings writing then heads to her “other” job, dreaming of the day she can write full-time. The rest of her time is spent trying to keep up with the kids and squeeze in some stolen moments with her husband.


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Friday, June 15, 2018

Book Spotlight on Secrets and Spies by Ellie Barker


Readers looking for a unique read will get just that with this LGBTQ erotic crime novella that was first published as Miss Blue Hair in Sinful Press’s Sinful Pleasures anthology.  With the update of this fast-paced and suspenseful read, with a colorful and unique main couple taking center stage, readers will be tantalized by this glimpse of Secrets and Spies by Ellie Barker.  Once readers have been fully tempted by this fast-paced, unconventional romance, they’ll be counting down the days until the other two installments in the Undercover Lovers series are released on June 15th and July 13th too!

When Nikolas Jinsen, police mole, meets an unusual woman named Sky, he thinks he's just in for a night of pleasure. But he's soon pulled into a world of mafia dealings, stolen documents, hacked computers and kidnappings - not to mention a woman with a taste for exhibition, a Queen who demands payment in pleasure, and Sky herself; unusual, intoxicating, and wanting more than Nikolas may be willing to give.

EXCERPT:

She’d undressed, and I was admiring her from behind, enjoying the faint curve of her hips and her definitely gropeable buttocks...I might have tested that on the way home. But it was as she stepped back and raised her arms above her head, lifting her bright blue hair, that I realised I’d seen her before.
She’d had shorter hair, then, as black as night. She’d been dressed in practical trousers and a t-shirt, and carrying a bag full of tools; an electrician’s apprentice, fixing lights in an office building. They’d been in and out before anyone had realised some rather valuable documents had been copied and somehow removed from the building despite the security.
I’d idly wondered if the maintenance crew I’d walked past had been involved. After all, it wasn’t a dissimilar cover to one that I’d occasionally employed for jobs...
Sky. Thief, seductress, gambler and heartbreaker. This slim, dark-eyed thing in my bed was that legend.
Well, I can’t refuse a chance to fuck a legend. I’d just have to discuss her previous activities with her when we’d finished this business.
That train of thought came to a very nice conclusion as she turned to me, lifting her arms and stretching, taking my open mouth and caught breath as appreciation. “Lost for words?”
I managed a smile. “I’ve never been one for talking when I could express my appreciation in...other ways.”
She fitted perfectly across my hips, her strong legs pressing on my thighs. I felt her cock slide against my stomach, leaving a wet trail in contrast to the warmth of the smooth skin. Her mouth pressed onto mine as I pulled her closer, and we spent a while like that, chests pushed together and skin sliding as my hands explored her body and her tongue teased mine, her long fingers winding into my hair.
“All right, enough,” I said when it got too distracting, pushing her shoulders back a little to get some distance. “I want in you.”

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AUTHOR INFO:

Ellie mostly writes short'n'dirty flash fiction and short erotic fiction in any genre going. She prefers vampires over werewolves, and is always hot for a rainy night.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Book Spotlight on Naval Maneuvers by Dee S. Knight (Review & GIVEAWAY)


Sexy soldiers in uniform, and out of uniform, take center stage in this anthology of erotically-charged tales of second chances and insta-love.  Keep reading to get my impressions of this collection of three contemporary tales that entertain while making you blush, then get ready to add Naval Maneuvers by Dee S. Knight to your bookshelf.  In honor of this steamy read fill out the form below for the chance to win a $10 Amazon GC along with a Kindle copy of this collection too!

Men and women of the armed forces experience desire and love pretty much like everyone else. Except, well, there is that uniform. And the hard-to-resist attraction of "duty, honor, service" as a man might apply them to a woman's pleasure. All things considered, romance among the military is a pretty sexy, compelling force for which you'd better be armed, whether weighing anchor and moving forward into desire, dropping anchor and staying put for passion, or setting a course for renewed love with anchor home.

EXCERPT:

Carie made her way around the side of the building and nearly ran into Todd, who lounged against the weathered wood siding. He looked better than good in a pale blue polo shirt and jeans. Top-Sider boat shoes with no socks gave him that naturally casual look that no model could successfully carry out.
"I was hoping you'd come," he said.
"You were pretty obvious," she said dryly.
"I knew you were smart enough to catch the hint. I just didn't know if you'd follow it.”
How could she not? The moment she noticed him she'd remembered the feel of his being deep inside her. But that didn't change a damn thing. They shouldn't be here, not together.
She held her head high and tried to look down her nose at him—nearly impossible since he was taller than she, but she had perfected the attitude long before meeting Todd Baxter. Senior Chief Todd Baxter. "I wanted to walk the beach while I was here, that's all." Todd grinned and Cariemelted inside.
"Lucky for me, I wanted to walk the beach, too," he said. "Quite a coincidence, huh?”
She snorted in disbelief and slipped off her sandals. Brushing by him, she was glad he didn't try to kiss her or hold her. But then she frowned. Why didn't he try to kiss her? She'd wanted to jump his bones right there in that Norfolk hallway. They had to maintain propriety then, but here, no one would see them. What held him back? She knew an unfamiliar sense of self-doubt. Had she mistaken his feelings before?
Nonsense. Carie knew what they'd had was more than mere lust. It had been lust of stupendous proportions, far beyond a few days of burning out. Then what held him back? Knowing the military regulations preventing officers and enlisted personnel from having a relationship, you idiot.
Damn. She finally found someone she clicked with, and he had to be an enlisted man in the Navy.
The sand felt good between her toes, cool and squishy. Gulls screeched overhead and on the sand, where they snatched up sand crabs and poked around for scraps sunbathers might have left. Surf pounded to the shore and then surged forward, the sharp white of its foam sharp against the dark, wet sand before the water was absorbed. The sun beat down, making her wish she'd worn her bathing suit under her jeans and tank top so she could take a quick dip, and remembered to bring a floppy hat to shield her face.
Suddenly, something was plopped on her head. She dragged it off to look at it. SFC Baxter was stamped on the inside of a white sailor hat, brim folded down.
"I kept it for sentimental purposes when I made chief," Todd said. When she raised her brows, he continued. "I brought it in case you came without a cover. I remember you were sensitive to the sun when we went to pick up your clothes." He smiled. "And I know you're quick to freckle. Not that I don't like your freckles a great deal. Ma'am.”
She cringed at his use of "Ma'am," though it was the proper term for him to use when a superior officer was a woman. But she smiled inside that he'd remembered such a small thing like the sensitivity to the sun suffered by all redheads. Chagrined, she put the hat on and pulled it forward, shielding her eyes from the sun.
"After all that time in North Carolina, how in hell did we never mention what we did for a living?" She couldn’t believe her stupidity. Martha had nothing on her for not asking the right questions.
"In Carolina we had lots of other things on our minds. I knew you’re a lawyer. When I thought of you, I never wondered how you spent your time at work. I just thought of how you spent your time with me.”
"That’s pretty shallow.”
Todd laughed. "Not to a man.”
Stupid answer. But it had been his very maleness that captivated her. Well, and orgasms. Who’s shallow now?
"Look," he said, his hand out in a request for understanding. "It isn’t as though I didn't want to get to know you better. I did. I do. But when we’re together I can't keep my hands off you. I can't stop thinking how I want to touch you, kiss you, do other things to–“
"When were you going to tell me you were in the Navy?" she asked.
He sighed loud enough that she heard it over the sound of the waves. "I don't know. I guess when we slowed down enough to talk. There wasn't much time.”
There hadn't been. In Asheville, if they hadn't been eating or sleeping, they busy in other ways. And there hadn't been much eating or sleeping going on.
"I think they should put a plaque on the outside of that room for the fewest number of times the occupants left in four days. I couldn't get enough of you." Carrying his shoes in his left hand, he stuck his right hand in his pocket and strolled along beside her, barefoot. "I still can't.”
"You didn't exactly write and tell me that.”
He shrugged. "I didn't want to assume too much, not knowing if you wanted me again as much as I wanted you. Call me shy." He grinned, and she burst into laughter. "Besides," he continued, "you're the one who left saying, 'It's been fun.'”
She dipped her head, acknowledging the fact. "And you agreed.”
"Carie, I was scared.”
He sounded sincere, but really? He stopped and stared out across the breakers. She stared along with him, wondering what he saw out there. "I'm pretty set in my ways," he said, and she had to strain to hear him, he spoke so low. "I'll be honest, I haven't been a monk, but sex with you was different. You made me think of things I'd never considered before." He studied her face. "Do you understand?”
"I think so," she said softly. "I wanted you more than anything. I've never had time or energy for a relationship. I've given all I have to my career. But I think I want more now.”
Todd reached to cup her cheek but then dropped his hand. "Like I said, I'm not a monk but there's been no one since you.”
She wanted him. More, she needed him. "Nor for me. It wouldn't have been the same. Nothing before you was ever that intense. Nothing else has ever touched me." Pain struck her heart. "I want to kiss you so damn much.”
Before he could say anything, she turned and began walking again, sticking her hand in her pocket so she wouldn't be tempted to reach for his hand. She'd had to hold herself back from stepping into his arms in the hallway on base. Here, on a near-empty beach, she had to exert even more will power. "That was then, and this is now. Vacation and real life seldom mix.”
"Funny," he said. "Given the chance, I'd mix vacation and real life in a New York minute.”
"Me, too," she admitted. "But we can't now. You've ruined everything.”
She felt him stiffen beside her. Idiot! You make a living saying the right thing to sway people's opinion and you screw up like that?
"This is my fault how?" he asked quietly. She hadn't seen him angry, but she had an idea this quiet voice was the prelude.
"You're in the Navy but you're not an officer." It might sound petty, but regs were regs. "Why aren't you an officer?" Okay, and that sounded whiny. But damn it, she felt whiny. "That attorney friend of yours said you were a mechanical engineer. Weren't you offered OCS?”
"As a matter of fact, yes. After I received my BS and again after I earned my Masters. I didn't accept because I didn't want to be an officer.”
"Why not?" She spun to face him, the arm holding her sandals outstretched in confusion. She'd never met anyone who would turn down the chance to make more money and have more prestige.
"I like working, using my hands, being with my men—on the job and off.”
She started walking again. "Well, too bad you like sleeping with me. Or you seemed to. God knows, I loved being with you. And now it's all over.”
"I'm surprised at you, counselor. The regulation obviously was written for two people who work together. It's to keep one from having undue power over the other. We don't work together.”
"It's military regulations. You don't mess with them. I don't mess with them. I work to uphold them, not bend them to suit my desires.”
"I love your desires." He pulled her hand from her pocket. Linking their fingers, he stepped closer and they continued their stroll across the sand as though the world hadn't just turned on its axis. "Right here, right now, it feels like we never left Asheville. The view is different but we're the same.”
Carie opened her mouth for air, suddenly needing more than she had a moment ago. But she couldn't gather the strength needed to take back her hand. "The view isn't the only thing different.”
He frowned. "Was I the friend you had planned to surprise this weekend?”
"Yes." She sighed.
He laughed out loud. "You succeeded wildly."

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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:

Readers looking for a bit of afternoon delight will get just that with this trio of erotically-charged tales featuring military personnel.  In tales of second chances and pasts that affect their futures it’s a bumpy road to HEA that will keep readers turning the pages in anticipation.  Through each story Ms. Knight has crafted well-written romances that had me blushing and stories that had me cheering once the final page was turned.

As with every anthology though, some stories are better than others.  In this collection the first two tales entertained me the most with their appealing characters and instantaneous connections that crackled.  There was just enough angst to pull at my heartstrings while keeping me from getting too frustrated.  I enjoyed the sexy banter between the characters as well as the nicely paced scorching interludes.  The final story though was far less satisfying.  Its heroine rubbed me a bit wrong as did some of her actions.  Despite that the story still had a good flow and a hero that tempted me.  On a whole this was a satisfying collection that gave me hours of enjoyment while leaving me wanting more.

My rating for this is a B.

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AUTHOR INFO:

A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That's how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she's lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. Dee loves writing erotic romance and sharing her stories with you. She hopes you enjoy!


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