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Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Book Tour for The Starlight Motel by Amy Craig (Guest Post & GIVEAWAY)…

An oasis in the middle of nowhere brings together two people struggling with obligations and desires in this sensual tale set during the holiday season.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Starlight Motel by Amy Craig, along with getting Ms. Craig’s description of an ideal heroine and compelling couple, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this holiday-fueled, contemporary romance, make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $15 bookstore GC too!


MS CRAIG DESCRIBING AN IDEAL HEROINE AND WHAT MAKES A COUPLE WORTH ROOTING FOR...
Kada from THE STARLIGHT MOTEL is a heroine everyone loves. She embodies resilience, creativity, and a deep connection to her family and artistic roots. Her journey balances duty and desire as she navigates her responsibilities while pursuing her passions.
Kada’s ability to take on the responsibility of managing the Starlight Motel after her grandfather’s passing, despite her own dreams and ambitions, speaks to her strength and resilience. She steps up in a time of need, showcasing her capacity to handle difficult situations with grace.
Her artistic eye is evident as she carefully assesses the mural-in-progress on the motel’s casita. This creative sensitivity is a crucial part of her character, reflecting both her internal struggles and her desire to express herself through art.
Her deep sense of duty to her family keeps her at the Starlight Motel, even as Los Angeles and her artistic dreams beckon. This tension between duty and desire makes her a complex and relatable character who faces real-life dilemmas with courage. We’ve all been Kada at one point in our lives.
A couple worth rooting for is one that complements each other’s strengths and weaknesses, supports one another through challenges, and grows together over the course of the story. Kada and her partner, Dane, exemplify this dynamic.
Dane is not just a love interest; he is a partner who supports Kada. His encouragement and belief in her artistic talents help her navigate tough decisions. Even though he thinks he controls his family’s land, he never wants to control Kada. Maybe a few candlelit dinners with her would be nice.
Both Kada and Dane value the idea of living without regrets. This shared outlook on life brings them closer. They both want a life where they can be true to themselves, and they just need to find a way to work together to achieve happiness.
The challenges Kada faces—managing the motel, grappling with her artistic doubts, and balancing her personal desires with familial obligations—are significant. Even though her attraction to Dane helps her navigate her life choices, voicing her concerns to her family members helps, too. Rooting for two characters that live in isolation might be possible, but cheering them on as they interact with their friends and loved ones is where the magic happens.

Experienced muralist Kada took charge of her family's Palm Springs motel to give her mother time to grieve. As a grant deadline approaches, Kada must convince her mother to manage the motel so she can return to her art. Late in December, Kada encounters a horseman approaching the property. Dane, the reserved son of a local farming family, is a loyal workaholic with limited spare time or experience outside the valley. When lightning startles his horse, he lingers at the motel and stirs up Kada's emotions about leaving the desert oasis. Wary of mixing business with pleasure, she struggles with her attraction. As New Year's Eve approaches, will the cowboy convince her to chart a new course?

EXCERPT:

Her skin warmed from the heat of his palms. “I can’t afford to sit around the laundry room and gossip with the guests.”
“Trust me, Kada, I’m not here to gossip.”
“You’re ready to pitch in on odd jobs? You’re such a good neighbor.” She swallowed past the dryness in her throat. She had a three-date rule, but if she never started the first date, did the rule apply? “Thanks for helping with Lucky.”
“Any time.” He tipped up her chin. “Are you sure that’s where you want to stop? You brought me your number and rode out into the desert with me, but now you’re skittish?”

Her throat felt parched, but she wanted to lean forward and test his intent. Instead, she kicked her feet against the machine’s vibrating drum. “I’m not skittish, but I’m not into quick romps on a washing machine.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I wasn’t suggesting a quick romp.”
She wanted to test the innuendo behind his offer, but the sequence felt out of order. Before she considered kissing the handsome farmer, she needed dinner, candlelight, and time to breathe.
Her body offered a different opinion. Clearing her throat, she hopped off the washing machine, ducked under his arm, and ran her tongue along her teeth. In the tiny room, his skin smelled like fresh lime, warm spices, and a hint of honey, but his shirt held the leathery undertones of a hard day’s work. He looked handsome, and she wanted to taste his kiss, but she needed a different setup. “Or long romps.”


AUTHOR INFO:

Amy Craig lives in Louisiana with her family and a small menagerie of pets. She writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring intelligent heroines. In her spare time, she plays tennis and expands her husband’s honey-do list. Before writing, she worked as an oilfield engineer, project manager, and incompetent waitress. For more information and giveaways, visit www.amy-craig.com or follow her on social media channels.



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Friday, September 13, 2024

Book Tour for The Shadowed Moon by Elli Morgan (Guest Post & GIVEAWAY)……..

Enemies become so much more in this edge of your seat paranormal romance that will have you frantically turning the pages to see what happens next.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Shadowed Moon by Elli Morgan, then learn even more about it through the author's guest post, and by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this fast-paced standalone story make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $15 bookstore GC too!


MS MORGAN SHARES WITH READERS WHAT HER FAVORITE PARANORMAL/SUPERNATURAL SHOWS ARE AND HOW THEY INFLUENCED THE CREATION OF THIS BOOK:
Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve been obsessed with vampires. So, most of my favorite TV shows feature vampires in some way. The most obvious ones are Vampire Diaries, The Originals, and Buffy. But I also enjoy many other paranormal/supernatural shows where vampires play no role (or just a minor role), for example, Supernatural, Lucifer, and Charmed.
My first answer to the question of how these shows influenced The Shadowed Moon would be “They didn’t.”
But then I remembered one of my best friends reading the book as a beta reader. In the last third of the book, I introduce a new character, Markus, a tall, black-haired vampire prince. After reading that chapter, my friend told me he reminded her of Elijah from The Originals. When I reread his scenes, I realized she was right. I feel like Elijah’s vibe fits him pretty well, though. So, I’m happy I subconsciously based his character on Elijah.
I also hint at one of my main characters, Sarah, watching TV in one scene. Sarah is a young vampire who got kidnapped as a child by vampires. They tortured her and trained her to become their soldier before turning her on her eighteenth birthday. So, she never got to watch TV growing up. When she finally gets the chance to explore this medium, the human take on her kind confounds her. After her horrible past, she couldn’t believe vampires would go to high school and fall in love with one of the other students. But that’s pretty much what happens in Vampire Diaries.

After they took everything from him, Dave Patton dedicated his life to hunting vampires. But he can’t bring himself to destroy their newest vampire prisoner Sarah—a young woman with a tragic past, who awakens forbidden desires in him.
Sarah McAllister spent her childhood in the hands of ruthless vampires aiming to turn her into a perfect soldier. To take revenge, she hides her true strength and surrenders to a group of hunters, hoping her knowledge will help them bring all monsters to justice.
When the hunters’ compound is attacked, Sarah has to reveal her powers to protect them from certain death. How will Dave react when he learns the truth? And how much will she have to sacrifice to defeat her tormentors?

EXCERPT:

“Okay then.” She swallowed and backed away. “Come at me and try to land a hit.”
He drew his sword. “Just one?”
“One will be hard enough, trust me.” She disappeared, only to reappear on the opposite side of the hall with a grin. “I’ll give you ten minutes before I go on the offensive.”
“All right.” He stormed at her.
Every time he approached, she glided out of reach. Whenever he thought he’d cornered her, she vanished. How did she move so incredibly fast? After a while, he bent over, panting.
“If you can’t get close, you’ll never touch me.”
“Well, you’re just running away. Looks like you’re afraid to face me,” he taunted her.
She laughed. “I’m not, and I’ll happily prove it to you in—” She glanced at the clock on the gym wall. “—three...two...one...now. Your time is up.”
He swallowed and tightened the grip on his sword. “Well then, turn your words into actions because I’m not running either.”
“As you wish.” She flew at him. With the force of her speed, she pushed him back against the wall. Faster than he could react, she seized his arms with hers and pressed her delicate body against his to keep him from fighting back.
Her soft breasts rubbed against his chest as he struggled against her, and the scent of chocolate and coconut assaulted his senses. She tempted him in more ways than one, and his hands ached to break free and explore her body. A flush of warmth spread through him as he imagined turning their training session into a make-out one. Since this was neither the time nor the place for such thoughts, he shook his head to clear it.
When his jeans tightened, he knew he’d lost the battle—against his arousal.


AUTHOR INFO:

Elli Morgan was born in 1991 in a small town in Germany. Although she only started learning English in sixth grade, she quickly fell in love with the language. To improve her skills, she spent a year working and traveling in Canada and the US.
As a teenager, she devoured countless fan fiction and vampire novels. During that time, she also developed the idea for her first two books.
Her debut, The Waxing Moon, won the Reader Views bronze award in the romance category.
Apart from being a writer, she’s also a trained mathematician, working as Business Intelligence Developer at an IT company. In her free time, she enjoys hiking, traveling, and all kinds of games.


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Thursday, February 22, 2024

Book Blast for The Nick Before Christmas by K.L. Brady (GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY)…….

Readers will be charmed by this tale of second chances and life choices, while discovering more about older heroines courtesy of the author.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Nick Before Christmas by K.L. Brady, along with learning more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour, then add this holiday-fueled romance to your bookshelf!  In honor of this rom-com make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 bookstore GC too!


***"The Older Heroine” and what sets them apart from the younger heroine. What pulls readers into their life?***
I love writing about older heroines’ journeys—there is much to enjoy and glean. I think the main thing we all, as humans and as readers, should know is that as long as we’re not dead, we are continually learning lessons—and it’s those lessons and the drama that generally proceeds and precedes those lessons that will always pull readers into their lives. Those lessons and journeys are the core of storytelling – regardless of whether the character is a young adult or later in life.
As I discovered while crafting The Nick Before Christmas, our callings on earth, whatever they may be, involve learning continuously (at least partially). We learn what we want (or don’t want) or who we want to love (or don’t want to love). Learning keeps life interesting, keeps readers like us on our toes, and makes us consider how our reading applies to our lives. Stories like this remind us that we’re alive and continuously evolving.
Older heroines (like all people) are in one of three phases of life -- about to learn a lesson, learning a lesson, or just have learned a lesson. That means they are always on journeys. In that way, they are no different from younger heroines. The difference may be the kind of lessons they learn.
As far as romance, older heroines have experienced versions of love, but that doesn’t mean they don’t stop falling in love. While many younger heroines experience and learn from their first acts, older heroines are often in the midst of their second acts, and there is a lot to learn from the second acts.
Second acts, such as the one I write about in The Nick Before Christmas, remind us of the blessing of second chances, that we can get life wrong for years, even decades. At any point, we can feel/decide/pray to discover our lives are going in the wrong direction—and reverse course or find an entirely new course. And maybe on that new course, heroines find new love, new hope, new skills, new ups and downs, and challenges, or perhaps they will find their way to a calling they should’ve been engaged in in the first place – all journeys that pull us in.
I’ve written many stories about younger heroines, and most of the time, readers find them in the middle of or discovering some element of their first acts, and they learn lessons from those experiences. But the beauty of life and the reflective stories is that there’s a beautiful grace. If you get life wrong in the first act – grace is the second act.
And if you love Christmas stories as I do (and come from a Christmas-crazy mother), then you believe in the reason for the season. More grace -- we’re not just born; we’re born again. That’s a spiritual second act and the grace of all graces. So, the concept of a second act has a spiritual foundation, too.
Understanding that there are exciting journeys at any time of life means understanding that engaging stories can be told about any phase of life. And a great place to start is The Nick Before Christmas.

Will an angel's dire warning, a quest to discover a second act by Christmas Eve, and a touch of Christmas Magic lead Nickie Wright back to the one that got away?
Nickie Wright is ready to celebrate the big 5-0 for Christmas in July, but a hot flash leads her to a sobering revelation: her life has hit rock bottom. Her successes--the home and the car--feel empty. Her vision board has been a waste of time, her job is unfulfilling, and she's mulling over a proposal from Smith, who she's not sure she likes. The best day of her life spirals into the worst. During a near-death experience, a meeting with her guardian angel presents Nickie with an ultimatum - either go to heaven or return to Earth and find her second act by Christmas Eve. If she fails, her future's bleak -- her life will be filled with days no better than her worst.
Her second act sets her on a collision path with Evan Goodman, the man who makes her content, and Jordan Devlin, the first love who drives her crazy. She's torn between two worlds-- contentment and safety, passion and excitement.
Time is running out for Nickie.
She only has from Christmas in July until Christmas Eve to find her calling, follow her dreams, and figure out which romantic interest will help Nickie embrace the best of herself.
The Nick Before Christmas is the perfect romantic comedy to help you find your calling and renew your faith. It delivers unforgettable moments of self-discovery and romance. It's an enchanting story to fill your heart with joy this Christmas.

EXCERPT:

Sasha approached...and based on the sound of footsteps, she wasn't alone.
"Nickie? Uh....You have company?"
"Who?"
Into the threshold stepped Evan...and Jordan, both carrying sizeable brown shopping bags scented with contents that smelled a whole lot like dinner.
Evan ghosted her for weeks, dropped off the radar. J. Dev blew her off and was off parading with Ava, or so she thought. Now both stood in her living room, in the flesh, at the same time. She had no idea how to handle this. Nickie had never been a juggler so two potential courters in her presence, in her house, wasn't a situation she expected to face. She couldn't have orchestrated this cluster if she tried.
Their faces sapped the air out of her lungs. Laying the blame on Sasha wasn't an option.
Her stomach growled, reminding of her greatest need in the moment. If worse comes to worst, Nickie pledged to keep the dinner and cannoli...and dump the two unexpected guests.
"Jordan, Evan...what a surprise to welcome you...both...in my living room...right now,” Nickie said, her eye volleying between them so as not to give one more attention than the other.
Evan glanced at Jordan without speaking a single word, and Jordan returned the favor. She suspected each was eager to learn what the other had to say.


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AUTHOR INFO:

USA Today Bestselling author K. L. Brady is a D.C. native and award-winning author of 20 novels. She self-published her first book, THE BUM MAGNET, after an Oprah "live your best life" moment, which was picked up by Simon & Schuster in a two-book deal. She’s been publishing romantic comedies ever since.
K.L. is a Washington football fan and professed nerd-girl who loves all things Star Trek, Star Wars, and Big Bang Theory. She lives to write stories involving hilarious quirky characters looking for love. She's hard at work on her next several projects, including Sincerely, Santa, a heartfelt romantic comedy that also celebrates the special friendship between her late mother and grandmother.


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Thursday, December 7, 2023

Christmas Extravaganza for Boss Level by Allyson Lindt (GIVEAWAY)……


A woman who's made work her life soon finds her life upended when she agrees to help a friend in this scorching story.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Boss Level by Allyson Lindt, then add this sizzling triad tale of a fake relationship becoming all too real to your bookshelf.  In honor of this sixth installment in the Three Player Tag-Team series, fill out the form below for the chance to win an Amazon GC as well as other goodies too!

Judith
It’s lonely at the top.
I knew it would be when I clawed my way up here, trading away favors and any personal life to get to where I am today, the head of the hottest new video game company in the industry.
When an old friend calls in one of those favors, I’m happy to help Xander out. His partner, Dominic, needs to impress some conservative clients, and showing up to get-to-know-you dinners with a heavily tattooed man on his arm isn’t the way to do it.
And there are far worse things in the world than pretending to be Dom’s fiancée.
When the fake kisses with Dominic start to feel real, I realize there’s something missing in my life. Worse, I’m starting to realize I never should’ve let Xander get away.
But the three of us together will bring everything we’ve worked for toppling down around us. There’s no way love is worth that kind of sacrifice.

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New Game - An Aces Played Short Story
Judith
I hadn’t watched a Santa this closely since I was five. Of course, at the time I thought the jolly old man at the mall was the Santa, and tonight at least part of me was hoping this Santa had something for me in his magic sack.
Of course, most Santas didn’t look as good as Xander, either. The streaks of silver mixed with brown that peeked out from under his hat were natural, as was the salt and pepper beard. His Santa outfit was multiple layers of deceptive, hiding a large, muscular build under padding, and tattoos under long sleeves.
He stopped next to one of dozens of Rincon signs dotted around the convention center, to pose for yet another picture with a smiling child.
“Admiring our handy work?” Chloe’s question caught me off-guard.
I was never off-guard. Time to stop staring at the pretty man and get back to it. “Something like that.”
Chloe and I hadn’t put this event together ourselves, but we did manage the teams who had. Rinslet’s inaugural gaming convention. She was the company’s VP of all things creative and I was the same for Operations.
She looked past me at Xander, who was posing with another kid. “He is pretty.”
“Deceptively so.” Underneath the smiling exterior was a sadist. One of the things I liked about him was he knew when to whip that out. “What’s up?”
“I need your expertise and presence if you’re up for it. New guy.”
I grinned. “Of course I am.” One thing I loved about doing client and partner meetings with Chloe was the way people tended to underestimate us. Two petite women in tech who people assumed joined a meeting together because we were meek. New guy meant this one wasn’t familiar with our reputation.
Introducing ourselves would take my mind off the reason I was waiting for Xander.
Except it didn’t. I gave the meeting enough attention to make sure Chloe had my support when she needed it, and to present a united front. My thoughts were on a far more lucrative decision I needed to make.
I’d built a career on taking risks and pushing limits, but I always had enough information to go into the decisions before I took the leap. Except my failed marriage. I followed my gut there and discovered I needed more from a man than a big dick and good orgasms. Those helped, but...
That had nothing to do with this except that it was another terrifying decision, and I didn’t normally do fear. Rinslet had become one of the two biggest gaming companies in the world, climbing from the ashes to soar here.
Some of us who had been here for a long time, since before the fall, wanted to get back into being on the cutting edge. We had a game idea. They had all signed on and were brilliant minds.
The only hold-out was me. The person who would run it all, fund a lot of it, and make sure other groups funded the rest. No one was better suited for this job, but the idea pushed so many limits and if we put it out there before the world was ready, it would crash and burn.
I had until the New Year to make up my mind.
Chloe and I wrapped things up with the vendor, who was far more polite than when the meeting started, and I went in search of Xander.
Apparently Santa was done for the night and nowhere to be found.
I sent him a quick text asking if he was ready to go, and stepped away from the thinning crowds to see if I could spot him.
We’d been friends since high school. We’d been there for each other through heartbreak, divorce, ruin, and amazing salvation. We also very occasionally fucked—friends with benefits sounded so tame—and tonight that seemed like a good Christmas present to both of us when everything was over.
“Sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want, little girl?” His low, teasing voice filled my thoughts and his hot breath brushed my cheek when he leaned in from behind me.
My smile popped into place without permission, and I leaned into him enough to feel the muscle under the suit. I wouldn’t be obscene with Santa in front of the children or media. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I kept my voice low enough only he would hear.
He held a miniature, individually wrapped candy cane in front of my face. “What do you think?”
“I think I like a guy who knows size isn’t the only thing that matters.”
His chuckle was more I can’t want to make you scream later and less ho ho ho. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Can we go someplace you’ll leave the suit on?” We had a stop to make first, but there was a whole night after that.
“Depends on if you behave at dinner.”
I was the one who laughed this time. “I didn’t plan on it.” I didn’t submit to anyone in the boardroom or the bedroom, it was another reason I’d clashed with my ex. But with Xander, we’d been exposed to each other in far more intimate ways than sex, and sometimes a little yielding on my part took the edge off the rest of life.
We ditched the coat from his outfit in his car, and he pulled on a sweater instead. Simple, cream colored, and hugging every inch of muscle on his torso, with the red pants still in place? That was as hot as anything.
We crossed the street to the hotel across from the convention center, and headed toward their signature restaurant. I needed a neutral legal opinion on some aspects of this business, and a friend had referred me to the man we were meeting with, as someone who would give me an unbiased legal opinion.
Xander was the only person outside of our group and their significant others who knew the details of this concept. He was already onboard to invest and pushing me to sign on. But only if I was comfortable with it.
The foyer was crowded, but the lone businessman wearing an expensive suit and a stern expression stood out.
“Are you Dominic?” I asked.
He turned his gaze on me and studied me with eyes so dark they were almost black. He wasn’t quite as big and built as Xander, but he still towered over me, and that stern expression was wow. A polite smile slipped onto his face. “I am. Judith?”
“Pleasure to meet you. Thank you for making time for me tonight.” I extended my hand.
His grip was firm and tantalizing. I hoped he had some lucky woman or man waiting at home for him to use that plus his smoldering stare on. “Not a problem.”
I introduced Xander as well, gave the host my name for my reservation, and we were shown to a table.
We were only here for drinks and conversation, but the moment Xander ordered appetizers, I realized how hungry I was. “Make that a double order,” I told the waiter.
Xander shook his head as the man walked away. “You haven’t eaten all day, have you?”
Guilty as charged. I tended to forget food when I had more important things on my mind. “I had a muffin for breakfast and enough coffee since then to kill a mule.”
“Good thing you’re more stubborn than one,” Xander teased.
Dominic didn’t look so amused. He didn’t look like he was feeling much of anything. Reading him would be interesting, but fortunately this was an advice session, not a negotiation. “What can I do for you this evening?” he asked.
“We’re looking to create an MMORPG—a massively multiplayer online roleplaying game—”
“I know what the acronym means.”
I raised my brows, unimpressed at being cut off. If he didn’t know what it meant, I’d be more concerned, since he was supposed to be well versed in tech. “—that will contain a large amount of adult content.”
“Don’t most of them?” Dominic asked.
“Like graphic depictions of people fucking.” Xander went straight for the punchline. “More than two people at once. Orgies. The like.”
Dominic still didn’t flinch.
I wasn’t willing to give out too much information, since there were some innovative concepts involved in the plan, but we did need to tell him enough to get answers. I filled in a few more highlights, and was wrapping up as our food arrived.
I dove into the cheese dip like a ravenous child, enough to sate the gnawing in my stomach, while the men nibbled.
“So what is it I can do for you?” Dominic repeated.
Make up my mind for me. Tell me this was a stupid idea. Crack just enough for me to get a read on that gorgeously stony exterior. “I want to know what the legal repercussions are. I’ve considered several, but I won’t list them. I want to hear your thoughts. What do you feel I should look out for, what could bite me in the ass if I’m not prepared for it, and will this fuck me over when things go wrong?”
“Business will always fuck you over if things go wrong enough,” Dominic said.
“But how wrong is that, really?” Xander’s smirk was the antithesis to Dominic’s marble expression. “I mean, sometimes getting fucked, even when it’s wrong—”
“Sexual harassment.” Dominic did seem to like to talk over people. “That’s the number one thing that will bite you in the ass.”
Was it wrong that I thought it was hot, the way he and Xander clashed? Oil and water. Fire and ice.
“Sexual harassment is a concern in most companies, especially in tech,” I said. “I don’t disagree with you, but how is this different?” I had my own thoughts on the matter, and I’d looped through them from multiple angles, but I was here to hear Dominic’s.
“You’re starting a company were discussing explicit sexual acts won’t just be a daily occurrence, they’ll be a requirement of the job.”
“So if Man One were to ask Woman One her thoughts on double penetration, and what would make it more pleasurable to both of them...” Xander left the thought hanging.
Did the corner of Dominic’s mouth just twitch? “First of all, double penetration implies at least three people, so grammatically the question is what would make it more pleasurable for all three of them. Second, in almost every office in the world, that conversation would be harassment. And lastly, I’m here to consult, not be tested.”
I could argue that we weren’t poking at his edges, to see what gave, but he was right. And Xander had only just started. It was almost a shame this was a business meeting, because Mr. Dominic the Lawyer was a kind of wound-up I knew all too well, and I also knew good sex released a lot of that tension.
I’d love to see the sparks fly between him and Xander. Even better, I’d love to be the filling on that sandwich.
But there was work to do. “Sexual harassment. Noted. What else do I need to consider?”
We went down a list, and he hit most of the points on my list, as well as others I hadn’t even considered. As we talked, we worked our way through the food, and stuck to coffee rather than liquor. We had finished up and I’d paid the bill, much to both men’s dismay, but were still talking.
“All well and good, but the harassment will be an issue regardless.” Apparently Xander was a dog with a bone about this. “How does she get around that?”
“Like anything sexual, consent and honesty need to be part of the conversation.” Dominic’s glance at me heated my blood. “People need to know the topic will come up, and also understand that it’s up to them to be adults about how they handle it.”
Xander leaned in. “Care to provide an example?”
“Of course.” Dominic met and held my gaze. “If I were to offer to finger you under the table, to see how long it took you until you cracked, and you were to jerk me off in return, while Bad Santa over there watched, and the suggestion made you uncomfortable, that would be harassment.”
Touché. And if he was expecting me to back down, he was about to learn a thing or two. “What if your offer made me wet, instead of uncomfortable. And Bad Santa doesn’t tend to watch. He’s more of a hands-on kind of guy.”
“Watching is exactly what any Santa does, good or bad.” Dominic’s stare was going to burn a hole through my soul.
Xander chuckled. “Sounds both naughty and nice. I’m in.”
I wanted to shoot him a glance, but I couldn’t look away. “Easy for you to say. You get to sit back and watch.”
“Because that’s not torture?” he countered.
“Because you won’t take yours later?” Dominic asked. “And if it turns you on, rather than offends you, and nothing professional hinges on the exchange, it’s not harassment.”
I’d call him on the way he’d just oversimplified things, but I was too enthralled by his suggestion. I covered his hand with mine, and moved both to my leg, at the hem of my skirt.
Dominic’s face still didn’t so much as twitch as he shoved my skirt up, and inched his fingers along the inside of my thigh.
This was a horrible place for foreplay, but I didn’t need it anyway. I was already turned on by the clash between Xander and Dominic, and the fact that we were in public and I had an almost-stranger’s hand gliding toward my pussy.
I swallowed a gasp and spread my legs when he brushed the crotch of my panties, but I refused to crack.
This time I was certain I saw a smile tug up one corner of Dominic’s mouth. Xander wasn’t hiding anything. He looked amused as fuck.
Dominic pushed aside my panties, and teased toward my opening. I was slick with
anticipation, and his touch glided easily along my skin. He slipped inside me just enough to penetrate, before withdrawing and gliding up to my clit.
My nipples were hard and tight against my bra, straining the lace. I swore everyone in here knew what we were up to, despite there being a tablecloth keeping anyone from seeing. My pulse hammered in my ears with each touch and stroke from Dominic. He really knew how to use those fingers.
If anyone figured out what we were up to, would it turn them on too? Would someone else go home and get laid tonight, fantasizing about our display? Hell, could I go home and get laid tonight, based on this?
The way Xander watched us said yes.
The longer Dominic stroked my clit, the closer I pushed to orgasm. I tried to focus on not letting any reaction show, but my chest was heaving. I couldn’t look at anything but my clenched fists, or I’d lose my composure.
Climax spilled through me, and I nearly bit a hole through my cheek trying to keep it from showing. Just as the pleasure started to ebb, Dominic slipped his fingers inside me again, drawing out the moment, as I clenched tight around him.
He slipped out of me without comment, and I struggled to catch my breath.
Xander pushed a glass of water toward me. “Impressive. You almost melted the Ice Queen. You’ll have to be positively glacial to win this one.”
“We haven’t established stakes,” Dominic said.
That didn’t sound like a me problem. “It’s a bit late for that, since we’ve already started. Are you backing out?”
He shook his head .”Most definitely not.”
“Do the three of you need anything else?” The waiter chose that moment to interrupt. Why did this all make me squirm almost as much as when Dominic was touching me? “We’re fine, thank you.” Xander never missed a beat.
As the waiter walked away, I pushed my skirt up a little higher, enough to grab my
panties.
“What are you up to?” Xander eyed me as I shifted in my seat.
I slid the underwear down my legs, cleaned myself up a little—they were ruined
anyway—and set them on the bench between Dominic and me.
He raised an eyebrow, and I turned away from the questioning look as if it didn’t mean a thing. I watched Xander instead as I tugged down Dominic’s zipper. He was already hard, which made working him free difficult, but I figured it out.
I wanted to risk a glance at his exposed cock, but that felt too much like revealing how much I was enjoying this. My hand would have to tell me the full story, and it was telling an impressively big tale.
I grabbed my panties again, and glided the smooth, damp silk along his skin when I gripped his shaft.
He clenched his jaw.
The only regret I had so far was with my panties gone, I was going to leave a wet spot on the back of my skirt. But he started this and I was going to finish it. I watched Dominic, looking for a clue as to what he was thinking or feeling. Fuck he was good. Stoic. Gorgeous.
When he tightened under my touch, a quiet fuck slipped out under his breath. His hips came up and his ass rose off the seat. I felt the warm spurt of his climax through the panties I’d wrapped around him, when he came.
Was it wrong to want to gloat as I eased my touch off? I was too turned on, still, to put too much thought into it. I was definitely going to provoke Xander into something when we got out of here, if he wasn’t already.
“Pretty sure the lady wins.” Xander took care of the looking smug on my behalf.
Dominic’s laugh was strained, but it was distinctly a laugh. “I know when I’ve been beat.” He took the panties from me and shoved them in his jacket pocket. “Not complaining about the outcome though. Anything else I can do for you this evening?” Like that, his composure was back.
Damn, he was good. “I think what you’ve offered has been incredibly helpful. Thank you for your time.”
“You two kill me.” Xander rolled his eyes. “There’s enough repression between the two of you to imprison a small planet.”
“You ought to try it sometime. Showing some composure.” Yup, Dominic was back.
Xander shook his head. “No thanks. Wouldn’t want to deprive either of you. Pretty sure you’ve made it a finite resource. Can we walk you out?”
“Since we’re going the same way, that makes sense,” Dominic said.
When I stood, he was ready with my coat, which was long enough to cover any wet spot on my skirt.
Xander led us through a back hallway toward a tucked away exit. The hallway wasn’t labeled staff only, but most of what was down here looked like it was for employees.
As we reached an open door with light spilling onto the carpet. Xander grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside, and Dominic followed, closing the door behind us.
That the clash between them had become this kind of synchronicity was scary-hot.
Amid linen and other room supplies, Xander pressed his body to mine, pinning me to the wall. “You didn’t think that display out there would go unanswered.”
“I hoped it wouldn’t.”
He bit my neck where it met my shoulder, and my desire spiked. He moved his mouth to my ear. “I’m glad you gave him your panties.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I want my cum running down your leg while you walk to your car. While you drive home.”
Dominic’s groan matched my whimper. I couldn’t hide the reaction, but I could gloss over it. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Yup.” Xander was rough when he shoved my skirt up around my hips.
I returned the favor by freeing his cock.
He was strong enough, and enough bigger than me, that he made it look effortless when he grabbed my hips and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, sighing in delight as he slid inside me.
Dominic teased my breast through my shirt. “I don’t know how he kept his hands to himself.”
“All about proving a point.” Xander’s voice trailed off as he pumped in me, starting slow and building to a fast, hard pounding.
I gripped tight, enjoying the desperation in this moment. That spot he hit inside me at just the right angle. And when Dominic worked his hand between us, and sought out my clit again. I was both too tender and not sensitive enough for this kind of touch, and I dug my nails into Xander’s back.
He grunted in response, and fucked me harder.
Dominic’s skilled touch worked me past the physical wall of resistance, and pleasure built inside me again. Orgasm felt out of reach, until it crashed around me.
Xander’s familiar grunts blended with voices in the hallway, and my anticipation soared as he spilled inside me. The talking outside moved away again, but my heart still hammered against my ribs from the entire thing.
Xander was gentle as he lowered me to my feet, but the three of us stayed tangled in a knot as we caught our breath.
I wasn’t new to taking risks, but since my divorce, they’d all been calculated. I had mountains of data before walking into any situation. I didn’t have that for the decision I was about to make, and that was why it terrified me.
Tonight was reckless and out of control, though. If Dominic hadn’t been up for the challenge, if the media had gotten hold of the news, if most people outside the company found out...I could’ve been ruined. And I didn’t regret a minute of what we’d done.
If I didn’t step up and take this opportunity, I was going to regret letting it pass me by. “What are you thinking, Judy?” Xander murmured against my skin.
No one called me that. Ever. But with him, tonight, it was right. “I’m thinking I need
Dominic’s business card, and to secure his legal services. Let’s play this hand and see what happens.”
*****
To find out what becomes of the company in question, and to find out where Judith, Xander, and Dominic are now, check out my Three Player Tag-Team series.


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Friday, November 17, 2023

Book Tour for Christmas Cove by Sarah Dressler (GIVEAWAY)…..


Readers getting ready for the holidays will find themselves charmed by this romance of a travel editor bringing the joy of the holidays to a town sorely in need of it while in exchange she's being given the chance for HEA.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Christmas Cove by Sarah Dressler, along with discovering what inspires Ms. Dressler to write Christmas romances in summer, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this small town holiday romance make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 bookstore GC too!

What Inspires You To Write Christmas Stories In Summer?
How do I get in the mood for writing a Christmas story during the heart of summer? It’s not hard when the spirit of Christmas lives inside me all year long.
I could write Christmas stories any time of the year. However, when I began writing Christmas Cove, my debut novel, it was a hot July. Not just any July, Christmas in July, and I had made it my mission not to miss a single holiday movie on TV that month. Even though it was sweltering outdoors, inside was all twinkling lights and jingle bells.
I’m one of the people that looks forward to the season and often decorates the house before Halloween. I certainly didn't grow up celebrating Christmas for three months, but I found, once I became a parent, that the joy of Christmas was something that we needed more of, not less. Our traditions have evolved as the children have grown up, but the season always starts with lighting the trees. Later, after Thanksgiving, we deck the halls with all the ornaments and add a nativity. The things that weave through the season, kindness, forgiveness, understanding, and love, stay with me throughout the whole year.
I hope and pray that my book, Christmas Cove, will bring you joy no matter what season of life you’re in, inside or out.

With only three weeks left in December, travel editor, America Greene, arrives in the idyllic Christmas Cove to find it...Christmasless!
America needs a story, and fast, so she teams up with the town’s good-looking (and eligible) mayor, Leo, to light up Main Street and salvage her chance at being a full-time writer. The connection between them heats up, halls are decked, sleigh bells ring, and lights twinkle. Just when she thinks the holiday is saved, a nearby city threatens the future of Christmas Cove. With her heart, and career, hanging in the balance, she must learn that Christmas is much more than just a place on a map before time runs out.

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Leo watched as America’s eyes lit up. The space was a winter wonderland, complete with dozens of flocked and lit trees. Soft glowing faux candles dotted the room, a live band played at one end, and there was more punch and hot cocoa than one could drink.

This is beautiful,” America said as she took in the atmosphere.

You’re beautiful,” he whispered. Though he couldn’t see if she heard him, her shoulder moved ever so slightly as though she did. “Is this the Christmas you were hoping for?”

Close,” she said and took a turn around him while delighting in the moment.

America looked like the queen of the ball as they walked to the center of the space, and pride swelled inside Leo that she was on his arm. The crowd hushed and, as though they were witnessing something special, cleared room on the dancefloor.

Though they didn’t know who she was, her confident and relaxed posture commanded attention from everyone in the room. She sent Leo a knowing side glance as he twirled her around before catching her in his arm.

He took her left hand in his and her waist in his right. The room stood still in the breath just before the music began. A Christmas waltz. Leo knew this one well. He took her through the steps, and she followed his lead like a pro.

As the music swelled and diminished to a close, he captured her gaze. She radiated happiness.

Where did you learn to dance like that?” America said breathlessly.

YouTube.”

America whacked him in the belly as she laughed. “You did not!”

He liked teasing her. “Of course, I didn’t. My Aunt June insisted on weekly cotillion classes.”

You surprise me.”

I try,” Leo said and held her close.

Her arms draped over his shoulders and her head rested near his neck. “Thank you,” she whispered. “This is exactly what I imagined before I came here.”

You imagined dancing with a dashing, yet approachable public servant in a snow-themed pavilion with a hundred eyes trained on you while your favorite song is played by a live band, while wearing a stunning gown and falling madly in—”


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Sarah Dressler, originally from Florida, now calls the mountains of Colorado home. Beginning her writing career as an award winning fashion blogger, Sarah now writes fiction full time. She has spent her life traveling the world, first as the daughter of a US Air Force officer, and later as a military spouse. She enjoys sunset walks with her husband of nearly twenty years, and raising two very busy teenagers.


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Tuesday, October 24, 2023

Book Tour for King of the Mountain by Aiden Ainslie (GIVEAWAY)……

A man whose entire livelihood depends on keeping the truth about his sexuality a secret finds an attraction to a young artist putting his entire future in jeopardy in this contemporary m/m romance.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of King of the Mountain by Aiden Ainslie, along with the author's thoughts on the reasons behind this genre's growing popularity, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this first installment in the Love At Lake Clyde series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 Amazon/BN GC too!


TSP: Why do you think that the m/m genre is gaining in popularity?
AA:  There are at least four key reasons: eBooks, the internet, evolving norms around sexual orientation and gender equality.
Some readers might be old enough to remember the days when school books had to be carefully covered in brown paper to protect them so they could be passed on from one cohort to another. If anyone wanted to read a “naughty” bodice ripper, they also gave it a brown paper cover. That way friends or family would be dissuaded from asking, “What on earth are you reading?”
With the advent of eBooks, it is so much easier to read what you want and do so privately. Only when you are squashed into economy class on a plane do you have to worry that your seat neighbor might peer over and look at what you are reading on your Kindle or other electronic devices. For the most part, eBooks have given us the freedom and privacy to read what we want without fear of judgment. That’s huge. It has allowed us to delve into topics that we might previously have felt a little embarrassed about.
The internet and social media have allowed us to find and engage people who share our interests. Any hobby or activity is more fun if you can share experiences and recommendations with others. But can you picture sitting with your aunt Muriel over a cup of tea and crumpets and discussing how much you are enjoying the explicit sex scenes in the MM Romance you are reading? I don’t think so. Yet you can have that discussion with virtual friends in cyberspace where you can choose exactly how much of yourself you want to share. Hence, social media have given authors of many genres a huge boost – everything from books on growing orchids or military history to shape-shifting MPREGs and conventional MM Romance.
Did I just say conventional MM Romance? Wow, who would have thought a few short decades ago that MM anything is conventional? There is obviously still a disheartening amount of discrimination against gays and other members of the LGBTQ+ community in the United States and abroad. But attitudes have changed significantly and hence, gay romance is coming out of the shadows and clawing its way into the mainstream. Recent movies like “Bros” and the Amazon Prime release, “Red White and Royal Blue” help to further normalize gay romance.
Finally, when I first started getting into MM Romance, I was surprised that the majority of readers of this genre were female. That puzzled me till I read the book, “Man, Oh Man! Writing Quality MM Fiction” by John Lanyon. The author explains that women like the gender equality of MM Romance. For centuries, love stories like Pride and Prejudice (which I think is a wonderful book) had set roles for men and women. Invariably, women were portrayed as “the weaker sex”. All they could do was use their wit and wiles to coax a man into showing them affection. And of course, ultimately, it was always the man who dominated in the bedroom.
With MM Romance that automatic gender inequality is eradicated. There can still be huge differences between the MCs. Differences in status, in wealth, in education, age, social background, etc. Those differences are essential for building tension and a good story. But, in terms of gender, the protagonists start out on an equal footing and more often than not end up in a partnership of equals. This equality resonates with modern readers and is far better aligned with our current worldview than the stereotypical bodice ripper set in the 18th century.
The genre will keep evolving, and I am grateful to live in a time and place where MM Romance is coming into its own. I hope you enjoy reading about my main characters as much as I enjoyed writing about them.

CLIFFORD
After years of hard work and training, I finally have the chance of fulfilling my lifelong dream of winning the Tour de France. Nothing can be allowed to distract me from this mission, especially not Gabe O’Reilly, the adorable art student from San Francisco.
But he looks so vulnerable – all alone in France.
I would be failing in my patriotic duty to a fellow American if I didn’t take care of him, wouldn’t I? And what possible harm could come from spending twenty-four hours with him on the shores of the Mediterranean? I deserve that little break, don’t I?
GABE
I have never seen a human specimen as perfect as Clifford Du Frey. During our fleeting encounter in Paris, I saw a man who was funny, caring, and tender – so very different from the way the media portray him. He is everything I could ever dream of in a boyfriend.
But in what universe will an international sports superstar pay any serious attention to me?
Do not get involved, my brain yells; you can only get hurt again. But my heart is thrumming to a different tune.

EXCERPT:

GABE
Cliff stood in the shallows. His pale skin gave him the quality of a Michelangelo marble statue. His body had magnificent, classical proportions. Every muscle was clearly defined as though chiseled in stone and smoothed to perfection under the loving hand of a master sculptor. I wondered if he realized just how beautiful he was. And I still found it hard to believe that he was giving me the gift of his time.
He watched me as I strode toward him and, when I shook the water out of my hair, he warned, “Don’t you dare splash me. I like to get in slowly.”
“I won’t splash you,” I said as I stopped in front of him. His eyes were unbelievable. The aquamarine of the water reflected off his blue eyes. I had the sensation of looking into a kaleidoscope of colors yet to be invented. I placed my hands on his shoulders and kissed him on both cheeks.
He was startled but did not back away. “What was that for?” he asked.
“We’ve not had a chance to greet each other yet – the French way. The way you taught me. And,” I continued, “to say I’m sorry.”
I gave him my sweetest smile. “Sorry for wha....”
He didn’t get to finish the sentence because I folded one leg behind him and, in the most basic of wrestling moves, tipped him backward into the water.
The look on his face was priceless, and I burst out laughing when his head emerged, spluttering and cursing.
He reached out a hand and said, “You can at least help me up.”
I took hold of his hand and found myself yanked off my feet with Cliff dunking my head underwater. I shook myself free and rose from the waves to see Cliff making a run for the beach. I lurched after him, tackled him, and dragged him back into the water. He laughed and spluttered till he gained his footing and rounded on me, grabbing my waist, the most ticklish part of my body. He held me tight with one arm curved around my chest while his free hand tickled my hip bone without mercy. I giggled and squirmed helplessly in his arms.
We horsed around in the water like a couple of drunken teenagers. Drunk on sunshine, drunk on life, drunk on L... I didn’t dare to complete the thought. Who was I to think a man like Clifford du Frey would fall in love with me?


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Aiden Ainslie lives in the Diablo foothills, east of San Francisco. He grew up in various small towns and loves to draw on that small-town feel for his romances: the sense of community but also the petty grievances, intrigue and rivalries. “An author has to draw on personal experience to create authentic stories.”
According to Aiden, setting and mood are critical parts of a romantic story, hence he is always taking pictures of romantic settings to be used in future novels. Check them out on his website HERE.
When Aiden is not writing or listening to audiobooks, he likes to cycle and hike. During those solitary pursuits, he dreams up the characters and plots for his MM Romance novels. He also enjoys zipping around town on his motor scooter, drinking coffee at the local coffee shops, and watching people to get inspiration for his writing.


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