“So
beautiful,” he whispered.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Hump Day Hook 12/3/2014
Helloooooo! Welcome to my little slice of crazy. I hope everyone who celebrated Thanksgiving had a great one. I think I'm still full. I thought I'd share the first kiss in WIP. I hope you enjoy it and I would love LOVE to hear your thoughts.
Harper
gasped as fireworks exploded into bright colors that lit up the sky. They
seemed so close. It was like they were just for Harper and Liam. She couldn’t
contain the smile that spread across her lips. She looked at Liam and marveled
at how the different colors danced over his face. About that time, Liam looked
at her and smiled. He brushed his index finger from her hairline down to her
jaw. His touch sent shivers down her spine.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Hump Day Hook 10/29/2014
Welcome back! I hope you all are enjoying all the posts. I hope to hear your thoughts.
“Remember
the rules,” her dad said. “No drinking, smoking, or illegal drugs. Curfew is
midnight and…there’s one other thing.” He tapped his finger on his chin as if
thinking. “Ah yes, don’t get my daughter pregnant.” And then he smiled and
promptly shut the door in their shocked faces.
“Dad!”
Harper screeched and she could hear him and her mother cackling on the other
side of the door. “Oh, my God! I could die from embarrassment.”
Liam
snorted out a laugh and scratched his forehead with his thumbnail. If one could
actually die from embarrassment, Harper would certainly do so.
“Well,
there goes that plan,” Liam said in mock seriousness.
Then
the door flew open and her father stood there with flared nostrils and his
chest puffed out.
“I
kidding, sir. I swear.” Liam held his hands up in surrender, but he couldn’t
stop laughing.
His
laugher caused Harper to giggle which led to her father rolling his eyes and
letting out a little laugh of his own.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Hump Day Hook 10/22
Hello all! Welcome back. I'm keeping it short this week since I've finally found my writing flow again. Here ya go! A little more of my YA.
“Help—”
Harper tried to scream, but Nathan covered her mouth with his hand.
Her
heart rate went from elevated to pounding out of her chest. She couldn’t catch
her breath and her tears burned as they fell. She tried biting him, but he had
his hand pressed so tightly against her mouth, she couldn’t. Panic took over
then and she began to jerk and claw and kick as hard as she could. Just when
she thought he would do something truly horrible, he was gone. The intrusive
feeling of him being on top of her was gone. Harper opened her eyes to see Liam
standing there with a murderous look in his blue eyes. Harper got to her feet
and tried to control her breathing.
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Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Hump Day Hook 10/15
Hello everyone! I hope you're all having a wonderful day. I thought I'd share a little of my WIP with you. I love this story so far. Here you go!
They
were half way to the front gates when all hell broke loose. People started
screaming. The kinds of screams that stemmed from deep fear and Harper would
never forget them. People were running and pushing others out of the way. It
was like a stampede of humans. Parents were dragging their children or
clutching them to their chests. Harper had no idea what was going on. Suddenly
someone slammed into her and she lost her grip on Reece’s hand. Harper hit the
ground so hard her breath whooshed out of her painfully. The people running
didn’t even try to help. They just stepped on her or tripped over her crumpled
form. The gravel cut into her bare legs and arms where her shorts and tank top
didn’t provide cover. She couldn’t see Reece. She couldn’t hear anything but
the horrified screams of the people trampling her.
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Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Hump Day Hook Oct. 8th
Hello again! Look, this week I'm on time. I'm so excited to finally be writing again and I'm even more excited to get back into this YA I've been working on for...I don't know, like a year. I think I finally FINALLY know where I want it to go. So, here you go. Oh and BTW, the heroine's name has been changed in case you were wondering why it seems like a different person.
“Reece?”
she shouted, but her voice sounded like she was shouting through a tunnel.
Out
of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of red. When she turned, she saw a
red balloon. The bright color stood out starkly against the black and gray
smoke. It bobbed along the side of a funnel cake stand before drifting up into
tree. Harper ran that way even though she wanted to scream from the pain. Her
muscles shook and something wet was on her face, but she kept going. The smoke
choked her and burned her eyes. The crowd had thinned now, but she wished it
hadn’t. There, ten feet away from her, Harper saw two little feet sticking out
from under several bodies. Some of them were moving, but others weren’t. The
feet were covered with two different colored shoes. One purple and one yellow.
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Hump Day Hook
I'm late, but that's better than not posting at all. Here's a little peeky poo at what I'm working on. It's a YA so I hope you like it.
Reece
bounced on her toes and her blond pig tails bounced as well. Her mother’s
eyebrows dropped low on her forehead, but before she could protest, Avery led
her little sister away. If they were going to dump her sister on her the last
weekend before school started then Avery was going to get her good and hyper.
By the time they got back, Reece would be a sugared up ball of terror.
HA…serves them right.
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Saturday, July 12, 2014
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Monday, April 21, 2014
Please welcome Elise Hepner
Title: Furious Temptation
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Blurb:
For millennia Megaera, a Fury, has functioned as Hades right hand by passing judgment on demons who break the sacred laws. Stalwart in her moral compass, but harboring a curse triggered by rage, she walks a thin line between perfection and destruction. But when she digs into a case uncovering a string of demon rapes, she incites a war with Mount Olympus that could ripple chaos throughout the ages.
Omen Cole was demon made during the Civil War after repeated torture at the hands of his enemies. Sentenced to an eternity as watchdog over his emotionally frail, once human ex-wife, he’s haunted that he couldn’t save her from a brutal assault.
Now it’s happened again. And Megaera needs his testimony. Omen will sell his body—and anything else—to avenge his fragile ex-wife. If that means an alliance with Megaera, he’ll make it the most memorable of their eternity.
Excerpt 1: “Give me a chance, you won’t regret it. You want out of this situation as much as we do. It would be more than worth your trouble, I would guarantee that for you.” His fingers skipped across my collarbone until my fingers shook at my sides and I shoved them onto the edge of the bookcase behind me. I held onto the antique wood and pain twisted up my wrists. But he didn’t move back. His lips remained poised against my ear, our hair mingled, and his fingers danced on the only expanse of naked flesh on my body.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you know by now?”
I couldn’t see his eyes, but judging from his tone they were twinkling and bright with mischief. All the anger he’d been carrying, every stubborn action had been wiped away and replaced with misleading flirtation. And as much as I wanted to doubt him—he was good. Embarrassingly so. Omen’s every attention spanned into a gapping chasm of sex I’d all but put under lock and key. And then I swallowed that key. Yet his teasing voice, small bursts of air from his conversation, still licked across my skin in invisible caresses down my neck.
“Why don’t you tell me.”
If he was truly insinuating what I thought he was whispering in my ear under lock and key as my prisoner I wanted him to say the words. Because I couldn’t imagine he was desperate enough to make the proposition outright. While my fingers scrambled, I navigated the murkiness of my thoughts. If only he’d draw away. As if he meant to break me down bodily before making me take leave of my senses. With the knowledge of his manipulation came the tendrils of my anger that I’d been tamping down all day, trying to bank the embers. Suppression was a nasty business.
As sexy as he wanted this little meeting to be, I had a lovely secret weapon tucked in my pocketless skirt suit. My rage had never been my friend before, but if she would keep me from making a reckless mistake, right this second she was my BFF. Omen shifted as if he knew something between us had changed. Surely the atmosphere between us crackled with a different energy, one far more deadly than the reason I had wanted my hands wound around his neck.
“I’ll do anything you want, be anyone you want, if you give me this chance. Taking you into my bed would be far from a hardship. In fact, I’ll go farther. I can’t stop thinking about you beneath me. How well I’d love to treat your repressed little body so that my name echoes in your mind because you’ve been crying it out for so many hours. I’ll make this risk in the investigation merely a bump to get my attention, for as long as you’ll have me. And for both our sakes, I hope you keep me for a while. I don’t get bored easily.”
As his lies slid across my neck I did the first thing that came to mind. While he was lost in his seductive ploy, I lunged, wrapped my hand around his throat, and threw us both back onto the bed so I was straddling him, pinning both his hands above his head. For a beat I couldn’t recall whether or not my move was intentionally sexual or not—but here we were—and judging by his obnoxious smirk he had a fine idea.
But I only needed one hand to pin down his wrists, so I shifted in a blink and clasped my other hand around his throat, erasing his cocky expression, as if I’d drained the light from the room. His neutral expression held all the calculation of someone very, very careful. And though I’m sure he wished to, he didn’t move a muscle beneath me. Well, expect for the betrayal of his cock, which hardened between my thighs as my skirt rode up higher on my outer thighs and I tried my best to act as if I wasn’t enjoying our little moment together. I’d lose my high ground if I let the smallest moan slip. No matter how hard it was to ignore his pleasant pressure between my legs as his hard cock rubbed against my pussy.
I tried to remind myself I held all the cards when his gaze locked with mine. Neither of us spoke a word, waiting for my answer to his ludicrous proposition. He couldn’t be serious. Not when his charm and good looks got him in with my secretary as much as any other woman he’d seduced in his lifetime. I was one of many, of that I was certain. Even if he did look at me as if I was something special. And I’m sure he would have fought my silent accusations—if I’d given him room to speak.
“Even if for a second I didn’t see past your charade, Omen, I wouldn’t entertain the thought because it very clearly breaks several codes of ethics. But thanks, for the offer. I really, really appreciate it.”
With a look of smug wickedness I put emphasis into my words with every slow tilt of my hips against him as I held him immobile against his bed. His eyes flashed. Whether with anger or arousal I couldn’t care. Instead I slowly untangled us, tugged my skirt, and smoothed it with my hands. Omen lay on the bed as if I hadn’t gotten off of him. When he rubbed his neck with a few low noises in the back of his throat, I didn’t hold an ounce of guilt for my actions. Even if I still sensed him flush against my pussy.
“You still haven’t rejected my prior offer. Does that mean it’s off the table even without the incentive?”
“No. If it means making my job any easier I’ll allow you to see Claudette and follow your plan, but if it doesn’t work expect me to be beyond displeased. And you won’t enjoy me when I’m angry.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think I can find many different ways to enjoy you.”
He half sat, leaning on his hands on the bed so I got a peek at his bare chest through the straining buttons of his button down which was rolled up at the sleeves. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows. I wasn’t so gullible to fall for his act. No man had wooed me before now and none would unless a group orgy was involved. Granted, what Omen was offering was very one on one—but he only offered his body as a substitute for manipulation. By taking him to my bed I’d be belaying a weakness in my character.
And I had many flaws, but weakness wasn’t one of them.
I silently reminded myself of that as Omen straightened up entirely before wincing at the tent of his pants. I wish I could have felt sorry for him, but my mind was otherwise occupied with our more pressing problem. His erection would go away eventually and I would continue dodging his roguish comments so long as the investigation lasted. If he didn’t get sentenced for Claudette’s crime then the possibility of entertaining him in a less formal capacity in my bedroom slunk around in the back of my mind—but the likelihood of that was slim.
As if Omen read my mind he smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“How do we proceed?”
Excerpt 2: Omen Cole would get nothing from me. Not when we’d be working together for Goddess knows how long. His grip on my bicep tightened imperceptibly, as if he wasn’t aware of his strength. Heat washed up my arm, as bitingly painful as any burn. But I didn’t flinch, tense, or move a muscle. Let him unleash his rage on me, at least then we’d be working with a clear-headed demon instead of one clouded by unbelievable rage.
“What do you want?” I narrowed my gaze, tongue easing across my bottom lip.
It wasn’t really a question, not as he backed me against the hard press of marble. Nowhere to go and no one to see us. Adrenaline pounded at my temples as his other hand took a hold of my other arm. I was as good as pinned by his body and his stare. I cocked my head, a subtle dare. The lift of my lips, only at one corner—come and get me.
“A distraction.”
Before I could make another comment, the small inch of space separating our bodies dwindled to nothing as he shoved himself on me, his lips bruising against mine as my whole body went limp with acceptance. Take, take from me for the good of our cause—a cause that suddenly outweighed all of my common sense once I’d convinced myself on the walk to the elevator that this form of distraction was exactly what he needed to keep himself on track. Not as though our plan benefited me in any way at all. Gave me an excuse. The excuse.
His tongue pushed against my mouth without invitation and I opened for his perusal knowing that, as his fingers tightened around me and pain spiked up to my shoulders, he wouldn’t give me a choice. Part of me—the beast, the anger—coiled inside me. An innate reaction to a predator as my hands slid up through his button down to have skin on skin. His first few buttons burst because I couldn’t get to him quick enough. I let myself dabble in the freedom of touch. In the longing for unshackled emotion of any kind—and my beast was sated, even as I yearned for more of him.
Our bodies molded together and he groaned in my mouth, easing his other hand to my left breast before he cupped me. His possessive touch was an electric shock to my system and I jerked against him. His laughter as he tugged my lower lip between his teeth and brought my nipple hard against his palm. A yearning unlike anything I’d ever acknowledged, nothing and everything shifted for me all at once as if a part of myself was merely waiting, dormant for the pleasure that would calm me and piece together my tormented puzzle.
When my fingers skimmed the line of his pants, he let out a satisfying hiss that made my panties damp as my stomach plummeted to my sensible heels. In kind, Omen brushed his thumb across my nipple, earning my small shift as if to get away from the torment despite the wall at my back. On the second pass, I did the next best thing. I left the teasing to amateurs. My hand slid past his pants and found his hard, long length hot against my palm. I squeezed him, unable to suppress a noise in the back of my throat that ricocheted inside my bones.
Omen moaned and mumbled something I couldn’t make out with the sound of my need pounding against my temples. As his hand moved from my bicep I tried to pinpoint his next move. Oh, so wrong. His nimble fingers tipped my head back with his tight grip in my hair so it stung enough to get my attention. He underestimated me. I wasn’t losing this battle.
Despite my small groan, lips partway open, eyes slit while I watched his expression flit from one emotion to the next. Nothing stopped my progress when my palm slid from the base of him to the tip, one hard, long slide that made him quake against me. He yanked my head back even further. His grip on my breast was relentlessly hard and he bared his teeth in a smile that rocked me to my core.
“You haven’t gone for the obvious point yet.” I struggled to exhale, every bit of me trembled, and my voice was gravely with lust.
“Unlike you, I don’t need to cheat.” He drew close to my cocked back head as our lips almost pressed together, our body heat mingling as he ground himself against my palm. “For another time.”
His light kiss caught me by surprise—but the swiftness with which he entangled from me must have hurt, as I was still very much attached to him. Even from practically across the room he showed no pain. Though his pants were a bit constricted at the fly and that bit of discomfort was enough of a hit for me that I was satisfied.
“I wasn’t distraction enough for you?”
“No, you were perfect. I simply can’t stand the idea of using you up so quickly. Even if I do want to fuck you into the wall behind your back until you can’t walk straight for a week. But a gentleman doesn’t tell his superior that, especially when she’s a lady of good breeding. So you think on that, and I’ll pretend I didn’t say it out loud. Wouldn’t want to give you any ideas you couldn’t handle.”
“I can handle far more than you know, little boy.”
“Oh, now, come on.” He gave me an incredulous, cocky look. “We both know I’m not little. The warmth tingling on your palm speaks for itself.”
Thankfully before I had the chance to lick my lips and tip my hand, the elevator’s telltale wind pushed us both a bit to the side. The car came to a standstill with barely a screech of effort and the golden, shimmering doors pulled back as I fought to regain some kind of composure. I was buzzed from the tips of my toes to the top of my scalp. It took everything in me to wipe the dopey grin off my face that would have proved it as I moved into the elevator car without another glance or word to Omen. I only knew he followed me because he greeted Hermes and told him to take us to the archival room.
Point. Set. Match.
And there would be no rematch.
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Bio: Elise Hepner lives with her husband and two eccentric cats in Maryland. She spends the majority of her free time in her basement office concocting smutty characters and sinful situations that leaves readers satisfied. When not writing, she researches everything from automatons in the 18th century to gladiatorial rules in Ancient Rome. She prides herself on being an avid information hound as well as a blog reading addict--which is her favorite way to procrastinate. Her previous publications include books and stories with Entangled, Excessica, Xcite, Ellora's Cave, Secret Cravings Publishing and Cleis Press.
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
Authors After Dark!
Authors After Dark is coming QUICKLY and OMG this year is
going to be INSANE!
As always AAD is about the readers, and the amount of
awesome we have put together for you this year, you would be INSANE not to
attend….
First, our amazing Master of Ceremonies is none other than
Alexandra Ivy! She will be doing a cool little event to celebrate your favorite
gargoyle, Levet on Friday! Wanna know more? Check out the FB group where Alex
will be talking about the awesome that she has going on!
Torquere and authors BA Tortuga and Julia Talbot will be
Sponsoring our Welcome event, the Midnight Rodeo… And it looks like We will
have some VERY COOL goodies and… Riding… happening… *SNICKER*
How about Parties? This year we have a special event called
the Leather and Lace Ball! Curious? We thought so! Take a ride on the wild side and let your
inhibitions fly with five New York Times Bestselling Authors of erotic romance.
Cuffs and corsets encouraged.
With:
J. Kenner, Liliana Hart, Carly Phillips, Janelle
Denison, Jasinda Wilder and Lorelei James
The ladies will be talking more about
this on the FB group starting soon!
New for 2014 is the Paranormal Party!
Join over 20 Paranormal authors who will be giving away goodies, some books and
hanging out with you to snack and chat! Wanna know what authors are involved?
You will have to join the FB group to see!
And of course, we have the amazing
Masquerade Ball! This year it’s the SINS AND VIRTUES BALL! Are you a sin or a
virtue? Join us for a wild costumed event! Prizes for the best costumes,
including a 200$ gift certificate to Lori Ann Costumes!
Your Sins and Virtues Sponsors:
Sin
Lust
Boone Brux
Opal Carew
Sin Pride
BA Tortuga
Andrew Grey
Sin Envy
Stella Price
TJ Michaels
Sin Gluttony
Desiree Holt
Saranna DeWylde
Sin Greed
Ann Mayburn
Heather Long
Sin Sloth
Lizzie T. Leaf
Julie Morgan
Sin Wrath
Stacey Kennedy
Marianne Morea
Virtue Charity
Kerry Adrienne
Trista Ann
Virtue Chastity
Jenn LeBlanc
Annabel Jospeh
Virtue Humility
Milly Taiden
Donna McDonald
Virtue Kindness
CJ Ellisson
Alexandra Ivy
Virtue Temprance
J. Kenner
Sidney
Virtue Diligence
Denise Grover Swank
Jenna McCormick
Virtue Patience
Lousia Bacio
Kallypso masters
Boone Brux
Opal Carew
Sin Pride
BA Tortuga
Andrew Grey
Sin Envy
Stella Price
TJ Michaels
Sin Gluttony
Desiree Holt
Saranna DeWylde
Sin Greed
Ann Mayburn
Heather Long
Sin Sloth
Lizzie T. Leaf
Julie Morgan
Sin Wrath
Stacey Kennedy
Marianne Morea
Virtue Charity
Kerry Adrienne
Trista Ann
Virtue Chastity
Jenn LeBlanc
Annabel Jospeh
Virtue Humility
Milly Taiden
Donna McDonald
Virtue Kindness
CJ Ellisson
Alexandra Ivy
Virtue Temprance
J. Kenner
Sidney
Virtue Diligence
Denise Grover Swank
Jenna McCormick
Virtue Patience
Lousia Bacio
Kallypso masters
And if THAT isn’t enough awesome that will be going on… This
year we have an amazing off site costumed event… the Ladies on the Green event
sponsored by the AAD Anachronistic Society! This will be an hour and a Half on
the famous GREEN in Charlotte (a half block from the hotel). It will be a
Costumed event (though Costumes are not required they are encouraged!) to
celebrate Gothic, Victorian, steampunk dark historical literature! Your hosts
will be: Sahara Kelly, Amanda McIntyre, Leanna Renee Hieber, A.L. Davroe and
S.A. Price. Prizes and readings will happen, as well as photo ops!
And NEVER forget the Amazing Open bar with Mel Schroeder and
friends! They have SO MUCH awesome set up for you just before the Bookies… you
do NOT wanna miss that!
Getting excited yet? How about some info on the AWESOME mini
events we have going on? Ready?
On Wed. Night, Join
Sasha White and Joey W. Hill for a wild party and Q&A, Also, the Blind Date
Book Party will be open to start your con right! (If you have never done a
BDBP, you are MISSING out! You need to attend, Get your blind date book, find
the author that wrote it, and hang out with them!)
Thursday? Panels up
the wazoo, and the Bookie Awards----- goodies and books to be given out! The
hangout with The GNO girls lead by CJ Ellisson and Boone Brux for some crazy
fun! And if that wasn’t enough? Readings
and a Blogger Sleepover party as well!
Friday? More panels, a games carnival with Nina Gooden and
Pals, Name that Author with Cat Johnson, and some other fun surprises!
Saturday? A few panels, the Big ass booksigning with 100
authors, the Cowboy Stampede party, the
Readers Mad Tea Party with Hildie McQueen, An after the bookies event with a
special publisher sponsor, And Jess Michaels’ Birthday extravaganza!
SEE? SO MUCH AWESOME! All the authors that are involved with
parties will be talking about their involvement on the FB group, so join up and
get ready to rock.
Oh? You say you’re not registered for AAD yet? You need to
be! All registrants get put in the hat for the welcome party prizes, and these
prizes are AMAZING! Breakfast with authors, Booze and Books, side trips to
Carrowwinds…. We have a minimum of 90 special prizes…. So…
You need to rock this con! And as if this wasn’t enough….
AAD will be giving away something really awesome to registrants…. Wanna know
what?
And…
How about this… If we hit 100 more registrations from TODAY
April 10th to June 10th, we will give away 2 AAD
registrations for 2015… 2!!!!! So get
registered, get your room and get ready for one HELL of an amazing year with
us!
JOIN US! WE CANT WAIT TO HANGOUT WITH YOU!
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Cover reveal for Make Damn Sure by S.A. Price
It’s been 10 years since Nyx Deveraux had the
night of her life with a guy that was elusive as smoke. 10 years since she was
rocked, utterly. Every man since then has been lacking, and Nyx has been
chasing the devastation she felt since. No one compares to the one night only
man that haunts her dreams.
And then she meets Rusty… Formally anyway. She
already knows him in the biblical sense.
Declan “Rusty” Rust made a mistake ten years
ago, one he’s paid for every day since. Nyx was too much of a sexy obsession,
and his pride demanded he take what was destined to be his, first, so that she
never forgot him. Now, his punishment is over, and with the opportunity
presenting itself to reconnect with the woman he burns for, his plans can
finally be put into action.
But Nyx is not the girl she was ten years ago,
and what should be an easy seduction turns into an all out fight for their
future. A fight that could mean certain destruction for life as they know it.
Isn’t it sexy? We can’t WAIT till you get to meet Rust…. And you don’t have long to wait!
May 6th the book will be available on Amazon and
in print!
So what are you waiting for? Add it to your Good reads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21444042-make-damn-sure
Havent read the others in the series? You SHOULD!
Giving Up the Ghost: http://www.amazon.com/Giving-Ghost-Shades-Red-Novel-ebook/dp/B00BHMNLN8
The Serendipity of Karma: http://www.amazon.com/The-Serendipity-Karma-Shades-Red-ebook/dp/B00CSDEYGS
This is Forever: http://www.amazon.com/This-Is-Forever-Shades-Red-ebook/dp/B00GW3XEMK
The Bride Wore Latex: http://www.amazon.com/The-Bride-Wore-Latex-Shades-ebook/dp/B00HNFGHFM
Full Throttle by Kerrianne Coombes
Full Throttle. Revved 1
Kerrianne Coombes
Evernight April 4th
I am so excited to share this new book with you. Full
Throttle is the first in my new Contemporary Romantic Suspense series (Revved)
Coming from Evernight Publishing.
I love this story so much, and I cannot wait for you
all to meet Josh and Sammy. I enjoyed every moment of getting to know them—I
hope you do too. xx
Blurb
Blurb

Excited by speed, fast engines and leather wearing
men, Sammy finds herself in the company of people who know how to live.
Desperate to ignore the mess her father has left
behind in the wake of his death, Sammy sets off looking for adventure.
When Josh Grieve agrees to take his elder brothers bike-touring
group on a biking weekend, he expects to see the countryside from the perch on
his favorite Suzuki and the chance to kick back from his busy schedule.
What Josh doesn’t expect is for his life to be turned
inside out by a timid, intelligent woman who rocks a set of bike leathers.
Thrown together by fate, twisted together by lust.
Will Josh be able to overcome his reluctance to commit before it is too late?
Excerpt.
“Have you even slept yet?” he asked, his gaze
turning darker as he studied her face.
Sammy swallowed and shook her head weakly. “No, not
yet. I can’t seem to fall asleep.” She wondered how she could feel so tired, so
weary, yet wide awake at the same time.
Josh swore loudly and moved to her.
Sammy watched as he climbed onto the bed, his big
body making the mattress dip under his bulky weight. He threaded his arm under
her neck slowly and drew her into his arms. At first Sammy was stiff and
confused, but the more he stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head, the
more Sammy found she relaxed. The pain receded slightly, freeing up her mind
and Sammy was able to catch her breath again.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said weakly, but
Josh just tightened his arm around her, making sure Sammy rested her cheek on
his chest. His heartbeat was a strong sound under her ear and Sammy reveled in
the heat his massive body gave off. They lay in silence for a couple of
minutes, and Sammy would have thought it would be awkward, but the way he held
her, gently, yet sure and strong, had Sammy sinking closer and closer to the
comfort he offered.
“When I was a kid, I broke my arm.” Josh began,
breaking the lazy silence. His deep voice was a lovely rumble against her ear.
Sammy smiled and closed her eyes as she listened to him speak, the sound of his
words a balm to her nerves, a welcome distraction to her pain. “I was climbing
trees with my brother, and as usual, Tony was faster and better at it than me.”
Sammy chuckled at the image. Tony was a stocky,
slightly overweight man, she couldn’t imagine him climbing a tree, let alone
fast.
Josh huffed a small sound and stroked his hand idly
over Sammy’s arm. Sammy loved the feeling of his hot, calloused hand as it
petted her, the feeling was comforting … nice. She stayed still and kept her
eyes closed, and she hoped he wouldn’t stop talking, or stroking.
“You might laugh, sweetheart, but in his day, before
kids and a wife, Tony was the coolest lad in town.” Sammy smiled against his
chest, her mind slowly relaxing, the pain less, and all she could concentrate
on was the sound of Josh’s lovely, sexy voice. Especially when he uttered the
easy word, sweetheart. No one ever used an endearment for her, and she found
she liked it, a lot.
“I heard how women ruin good men.” Sammy said
teasingly, even as she yawned against his chest.
“They certainly do.” Josh replied.
Sammy heard the catch in Josh’s voice, and she
suddenly remembered what she’d been told about him being jilted last year. The
reminder sent a strange tense feeling through her body, leaving a cold pain in
her lungs. But Sammy, selfishly, didn’t want to ruin the only time she had ever
been comforted in such a nice way, so she changed the subject back to safer
grounds.
“So, how did you break it?” Sammy asked sleepily,
eager for him to continue talking. She snuggled a little closer to Josh’s heat
and sighed, contented.
Josh cleared his throat, but continued his gentle
stroking of her arm. He kissed the top of her head again and Sammy felt
tiredness swarm her mind. She yawned and sighed deeply, sleepiness making her
heavy and relaxed.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Author Spotlight Jennifer Simpkins
Moving On
A Novella
By Jennifer Simpkins
Blurb:
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Being
a firefighter, Ethan Crocker has seen some awful scenes play out, but none of
his training could prepare him for when he’s called on to save someone close to
home. When tragedy strikes, his life spirals out of control. After months of
living in a fog, he’s determined to get his life back on track and be happy
again. As luck would have it he finds a beautiful naked woman standing on the
patio of his cabin rental, giving him the perfect distraction.
Excerpt:
This wasn’t the first
time Ethan Crocker had seen a beautiful women. Take that back, a beautiful
semi-naked women. He just didn’t
expect to find one standing on the patio of the cabin he was renting with her
bikini bottoms off and working on her top. Her petite arms stretched around her
back and untied the last stitch of clothing.
It was one thing to see
a woman briefly changing clothes, with all intention of putting something else
on. This stranger outside seemed to enjoy being naked. After her top joined her
bikini bottoms on one of the chairs, she tossed her head back, face towards the
sky, with her arms spread out like a bird.
A sharp ache throbbed
in his chest. He’d known another lively, free spirited woman. And it felt as
if, every time he thought about the loss in his life, the small dull ache hit
him all over again.
Was the woman he was
staring at now, some kind of hippie? If so, that explained the whole being nude
outside part. But besides her being stripped down and acting a little off with
the “spreading her wings like a bird” thing, she didn’t look like a hippie to
him. He didn’t quite know what he was dealing with yet.
It was wrong to stand
in the background and watch a woman when she thought she was alone. He felt as
if he was intruding on a private moment. But for obvious reasons, like he
hadn’t been with a woman longer than he cared to admit, and what he was staring
at now was borderline erotic, he literally couldn’t look in any other
direction. Because she was standing with her side to him, he could only make
out her profile. That was enough for him to figure out her body was gorgeous.
All that dark hair, that at the moment was in need of a brush, toned legs and
arms, flat stomach, small, but perky breasts that would fit perfectly in the
palm of his hand. Hell, even her small, perfectly shaped ears were turning him
on.
Shit.
Legs suddenly feeling heavy, feet planted to the linoleum floor, Ethan couldn’t
turn and retreat before the beautiful goddess glanced towards the sliding glass
door. She had to have seen him. The doors were big and wide, hiding nothing. He
also wasn’t trying very hard to be discreet.
He watched as she
hurriedly searched the patio before grabbing a large towel jumbled up on a
table. She wrapped it around her body. It was then that her gaze landed on him
again, but this time something resembling fire blazed there.
Shit,
shit, shit.
“Who the hell are you?”
the mystery goddess demanded after she slid the glass doors open. She stomped
her way right up to him. “What are you doing in my cabin? And why were you
gawking at me?”
Her fierceness made him
actually fall back a step. It was the first time he’d moved his feet since he’d
caught sight of her outside. “Yours? I’m sorry, darling, but this is mine.” The
next two weeks had been booked in his name months ago. Number nine. He’d made
sure he got this specific cabin when he had made the reservation. “And I find
it hard to believe you don’t already know the answer to that last question.”
Her brown eyes with a
hint of gold grew wide. “This place was booked for me a few days ago. I’ve been
here since Monday night.”
His attempt at flirting
either went unnoticed, or she was just choosing to ignore him. That was okay.
Her being pissed and wanting to get rid of him was for the best. He wasn’t at
Wildflower Creek to get tangled up in a woman. He was there for…what? To find
peace? Acceptance? To get his family off his back? Maybe he was just running.
Not knowing why he was there only proved he needed
to be there to figure it out.
“It looks like we’re in
a bit of a situation, now doesn’t it?” He held out his hand to her. “I’m Ethan,
by the way.”
With one hand gripping
the towel wrapped around her body, she extended a hand out, but not to greet
him. She snatched a spray can of sunblock off of the kitchen counter and held
it up at face level with the nozzle aimed at him. “I don’t know who you are. I
don’t know if you’re telling me the truth about this cabin being booked for you
too.” The finger she had placed on the trigger flinched. “But what I do know is
that you’re a pervert. I suggest you get out before—”
Ethan gave a smirk. “If
I was a bad guy do you think a can of sunblock is going to save you?”
“Do
you really want to stick around to find out?” she shot back.
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Bio:
She lives
in a small, Tennessee town with her supportive husband (whose dream is to be on
the cover of one of her books), a beautiful daughter, and two dogs who can’t
seem to get along. If she's not writing you can find her reading, hanging out
with her family, or cheering on the New York Yankees.
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Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Hump Day Hook
Hey all! I'm less than 3 weeks from my wedding and I might pass out. LOL, but I still have time for you guys and HDH. Since this is hot week I thought it best to post something from my published romance books. I introduce you to a little bit of Nash and Baylee from, Courageous Dare. This book is still my all time favorite of things I've written. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Courageous Dare
Baylee
gasped as he flipped them over. Hovering above her, he teased at her entrance.
She rolled her hips against his, hoping for friction. She wanted this man inside
her more than anything or anyone she had ever known.
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Courageous Dare

“I
need to feel you…please.”
She
rolled her hips again to prove her point, making him shudder. He leaned down
and kissed her deeply, pushing into her body. She threw her head back with a
gasp at how entirely he filled her.
“Baylee…”
The way her name rolled off his tongue sounded right to her. “Jesus, you feel so
damn good.”
Nash
moved slowly, his hips rolling in tandem with hers. Brushing the hair away from
her face, her eyes met his, seeing much more than lust. She wasn’t sure what it
was, but the thought of never looking into his eyes again hurt her.
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Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Author Lydia Michaels
Author: Lydia
Michaels
Chaste is currently the #1 Bestseller
on the publisher’s site,
Heat Level:
Romance (graphic)
Book Length: 384
pages
Date of Publication: February 3, 2014 (Available on Amazon, B&N, and
other retailer sites by 2/12/14)
Blurb:
Kelly McCullough has
always gotten every woman he’s wanted. Of all the McCullough men, his charm and
magnetism is unmatched. However, there is one woman he cannot have.
Ashlynn Fisher is
everything Kelly McCullough is not. She is quiet, shy, and—above all—virginal.
After losing her heart to Kelly in grade school, no other man compares. Paths
cross and temperance is put to the test when Ashlynn decides it’s time for her
to find love. Kelly offers Center County’s sweetest brown-eyed girl all the
guidance he can, but finds himself in a situation he never expected to face.
Through chaste kisses and stolen secrets, his virility is tested and he must
learn what love truly means as his selfish ways are transformed in the face of
a selfless need to give her everything she wants.
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Excerpt:
His
body nudged closer. She sucked in a breath and tried to focus on speaking, but
the press of him was incredibly distracting.
“That’s
the…um…” She caught her breath. “Um…” Her eyes shut. What was the question? “I
can’t concentrate when you touch me,” she blurted.
He
didn’t move. His breath tickled the back of her neck, as the soft press of his
tongue traced over the curve leading to her shoulder. Her spine stretched as
her skin drew tight. His lips made a smooching sound. “Mmm, you taste like hard
work and sunshine.”
“Kelly…”
she rasped, silently panting. Her insides vibrated so rapidly she worried she’d
shatter into a thousand pieces of flesh and bones. Never had anyone aroused her
the way he did.
He
nuzzled her ear with his nose. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are? The
glasses make me crazy. And I love the way your hair looks different every day.
You remind me of a little garden nymph.” The weight of his palms closed over
her baggy overalls, low on her hips, and she grew aware of every part of her
body.
His
lips sealed over her ear and she quivered, her body tightening and trembling.
Her hands gripped the edge of the worktable with her leather-clad fingers, her
knees turning unstable, as he proceeded to do wonderful things to her earlobe.
It
amazed her that he found her hair nice. She’d cut it off after she graduated,
finding the long locks dreadfully annoying. When her hair had been long it was
always in her face. And she wore glasses because contacts were too much trouble
with the dust from the gardens.
Oh
my goodness! Is that his tongue in my ear?
Her
knees buckled as he kissed over her racing pulse. Strong fingers dug into her
hips, massaging beneath her overalls deep into her flesh. His hands had slipped
into the gaping sides of her clothes where her tank top met the waist of her
panties. No one had ever touched her so intimately.
“Let’s
go inside,” he whispered.
Somehow
she managed to shake her head. “I…I need to finish this.”
“Ashlynn…”
His
mouth. He had a wicked mouth. She formed some sort of response in her throat as
the tip of his finger toyed with the hem of her tank top next to her navel.
“Please…let
me in,” he whispered as his tongue traveled over the slope of her shoulder,
each word an erotic tattoo on her flesh.
Her
feet shifted and his grip tightened. She whimpered. “Kelly, please…”
His
whisper had faded to a breath of words. “I want you.”
Her
hands closed over his, tightening, stilling his progress. Those last uttered
words returned some of her common sense. “If we go inside my work will never
get done.”
His
fingers squeezed. “Do you know how many fantasies I’ve had about you? The
things I could do to you without breaking your vow…” His touch never traveled,
but the teasing chills escaping his whirling fingers seemed to go right to her
breasts.
Baiting
temptation, she breathed out a question she had no business asking. “Like
what?”
“Mmm.
I could spend days stripping you, unveiling every bit of flesh, anointing each
square inch of skin with soft kisses. Only kissing, Ashlynn, but I’d kiss you everywhere.”
Holy
Hannah, she needed to put some space between them. They hadn’t discussed
boundaries and the line of her virtue was becoming more blurred by the second.
Her breath stuttered out of her lungs as his mouth teased over her pulse. She
wanted to know what such kisses would feel like, but feared her control would
break.
“No
naked.” Incapable of forming complete sentences, it was the best she could do.
“Touching?”
he whispered.
Oh,
God. She wanted to feel his touch, know what it was to be caressed by those
strong fingers holding her now. She whimpered. Her promise had never been this
difficult. There had never been such a temptation as Kelly and, now, with his
hands playing over untried parts of her body, came a nagging desire for relief.
“I should say no.”
“But?”
“Maybe.”
His
front pressed into her bottom and her neck gave out, drooping her head to his
broad shoulder. He growled and his mouth sealed to her throat, his hand sifting
under the front of her overalls and holding her stomach, fingers splayed wide,
pressing her into his hard form. “So fucking sexy, Ashlynn.”
“Kelly…”
“I
want to go inside.”
He
was already inside, inside of her head, in her blood, thrumming through her
veins, inside every breath filling her lungs. She worried she could die from
such over stimulation. She’d never survive sex, at least not with this man. But
that was off the table.
Her
muscles contracted and strange urges had her body fluttering in unfamiliar
ways. It was too much. “No more,” she pleaded and he froze.
It
took him a second to answer. “Okay.”
His
hand slithered out from under her overalls and he stepped away. She caught her
breath and wiped the back of her glove over her heated cheek. She was probably
as red as a bell pepper.
She
desperately searched for her bearings, but Kelly seemed fine. From the corner
of her eye, she watched him slip his gloves back on and pick up the sanding
block as she quietly panted. The longing inside of her had transformed into a
painful ache. Her throat was thirsty, parched. Yet water did nothing to quench
her yearning.
Kelly
worked with precision and efficiency. Her concentration was crap. Every move
she made was deliberate and clumsy, but Kelly proved to be a master carpenter.
She suspected he wanted to be done with the chore and that scared her, because
the moment they finished she’d have to come up with another distraction.
The
echo of the nail hammering into the wood rattled through the air. “How far can
we go, Ashlynn?”
Her
hand stilled. Her gaze focused on the head of the nail she’d been about to
hammer into the wood. Swallowing repetitively, she struggled to find the honest
answer, but the truth seemed to abandon her in that moment. “I don’t know.”
Author Bio:
Award winning author, Lydia
Michaels, writes all forms of hot romance. She presses the bounds of love and
surprises readers just when they assume they have her stories figured out. From
Amish vampyres, to wild Irishmen, to broken heroes, and heroines no man can
match, Lydia takes readers on an emotional journey of the heart, mind, and soul
with every story she pens. Her books are intellectual, erotic, haunting, always
centered on love.
Webpage: www.LydiaMichaels.org
Other Titles by Lydia Michaels:
Falling In
Breaking Out
Coming Home
Sacred Waters
Skin
Chaste
Faking It
Forsaking Truth
As Tears Go By
Simple Man
Breaking Perfect
White Chocolate
All 4 You
To Catch a Wolfe
Chasing Feathers
Called to Order
Calling for a Miracle
Destiny Calls
Call Her Mine
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