Monday, August 18, 2014

Excerpt & Giveaway with Elle Boon

Giveaway: Elle is Giving away a  choice either book 1,2 or 3 to a lucky winner. Please leave a comment with your email address to enter. This giveaway will end 8/24/14 at midnight. Good Luck!!!


Gray lifted her leg over his, stretching her thighs wide. The blunt tip of his cock rubbed against the folds of her soaking pussy, the mushroom shaped head already pushing inside her. His head bent, licking her lips while his arm held her leg near his shoulder. It was a good thing she was flexible, flashed into her mind.

Her taste was as intoxicating as the finest tequila Gray had ever consumed. His tongue traced her raspberry red mouth. Goddess he loved her unique flavor. He closed his eyes, sliding the rest of the way inside of her heated depths. Gray used his powers to stimulate her breasts into tight hard points, hearing her gasp when he emulated the sensation of his mouth on first one nipple and then the next made his dick twitch.

Colt was working her tight rear entrance, and each time he did something she obviously liked, her Kegel muscles nearly strangled him, but you’d hear no complaints from Gray.

His kiss turned voracious. He wanted to memorize everything about this moment. She met him in intensity, her tongue tangled with his, sucking on the tip like a favorite treat.

Gray trickled his power in a slow caress down her ribs, over her flat belly. The jewel in her belly button was a turn on he enjoyed tugging with his teeth. He let his power flare out to roll over her clit in tight slow circles. Them Kegel muscles started squeezing again, and holy shitballs his eyes just about rolled to the back of his head, but he didn’t want to miss one second of this.

Jaklyn tensed up. “I’m not sure this is gonna work, boys.” She breathed out.

“Just relax, baby. We can make this easier for you.” Colt’s hand ran around to cup her breast.

“What do you mean?”

Gray grunted. “We can relax you in more ways than one.”

“Like drug me?”

“Oh for fucksake, no not drug you. You know we can manipulate things right?” He waited for her to finish her vigorous nodding. “We can ease things for you.”

“Well get to the easing, damn it. Have you had something the size of that”—she shoved her ass into Colt—“into your nether region?”

Gray laughed. “Can’t say that I have. Colt, you take care of that, I’ve got the front half filled.”

“Now, that was lame,” Jaklyn said, smiling into his face.

He felt Colt easing inside their woman, her hips rocked forward, her head tilted back as he held Jaklyn more firmly.

Once they were fully inside her, it took everything in him not to try and drive deeper, with his cock right where he wanted it to be he prayed for patience. He glimpsed down to where they were connected, seeing his cock slick from being inside her almost made him come. Fuck, he needed to think about something else.

“Son of a bitch, I’m not… I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this good in my life.” Colt’s words echoed what Gray was experiencing.

Jaklyn had one arm wrapped around Gray, and the other held Colt’s arm that was locked on her leg.

Gray increased his thrust in tandem to Colt’s, like synchronized music they pushed and pulled out in opposite strokes. The scents of mouthwatering syrup and cinnamon permeated the air, one layering over the other as their essences combined.

Jaklyn’s eyelids slid half closed, while Colt’s and his bodies began to sweat. Her body took on a glistening hue that mesmerized Gray. “You are so fucking beautiful.” His voice cracked. “When I look at you I see my future.”

“And you said you weren’t poetic.” Her fingers twined in Gray’s hair.

Back and forth, they slammed their bodies together, the headboard hit the wall.

“Please tell me you’re close, Jaklyn.” Colt’s voice was hoarse.

“So damn close.”

Gray grunted. “What do you need?”

Her head thrashed, nearly head butting Colt.

Colt pulled almost all the way out of Jaklyn, making her tense. Gray drove higher inside, grinding his pelvis against her clit. He connected with Colt on the spiral path they’d been using for centuries, knowing instinctively what his best friend had planned. When Colt would slam back inside, Gray pulled back, their cocks rubbing against each other almost sending Gray over the edge.

Their thrusts came faster, Gray was lost in the friction of it. Through their link he realized that Jaklyn was just as lost to the sensation of the dual penetration. A scream was ripped from her throat, echoing around the silent room, except for the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other. He and Colt followed her over the edge of bliss, her body squeezing the cum from both of them, milking their seeds from deep within their balls. He shouted, the pounding rhythm completely forgotten.

White-hot heat arced over his body, his hands slick with sweat couldn’t find purchase on Jaklyn’s hips. A dark sensation tingled from his toes up his legs, radiating out of every pore on his body. He locked eyes with Jaklyn and Colt. Both of them had their eyes wide with expressions he was sure mirrored his. A last shout of pleasure as another orgasm was ripped from him, this one even more intense than the last.

Gray and Colt continued to rock back and forth, the sliding motion making Gray’s dick jerk, and more cum spill out. Finally, when he was sure his cock had stopped twitching, he eased out with a groan. “Jaklyn,” he said. “Did we hurt you? Please open your eyes.”

Colt was slower to pull out, his hand waving over their Fated’s body, easing and cleansing her in one smooth motion.

Author Bio

I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom of 2. I say retired because my youngest is 14 and my oldest is 20. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life could change, I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On top of that list was to become a published author. Check. Eight years later I have accomplished that goal and several others.

I live in the Midwest, but am a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently, and am known to say “Bless Your Heart” A LOT. If you know what that means, you do not want to be the one I say that to, lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class *WEG*.

I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the imagination when it comes to the sex. My hope, is that after my readers have read one of my stories, they fall in love with my characters as much as I have.

The best part of my new journey is that I get to create new worlds and have all kinds of stories in my head just waiting to be written. I’m creating new worlds, and I hope you all enjoy them with me. I can guarantee you’ll always have a hero or two you’ll love, and a heroine you’ll want to be.

I love to hear from readers, you can find me on Twitter or Facebook or my website, but I’m on Facebook all the time, so find me, I’d love to hear from you J





Thursday, August 14, 2014

Shark Week Excerpt from Cynthia Sax, Sinful Rewards 2 on is on sale!!!

Belinda “Bee” Carter isn’t quite sure what she’s gotten herself into. She’s been receiving mysterious messages from a secret admirer who is sending her more and more erotic dares. Each time she fulfills his desires, she gets rewarded. She’s convinced that her mystery texter is one of two super-hot men—Nicolas, the handsome billionaire, or Hawke, the sexy biker—but she can’t tell which one it is. And she’s coming to realize that beneath her peaches-and-cream exterior beats a heart that longs to play out all of her most secret fantasies.


As the stakes are raised again, will Bee succumb to the sensual allure of this latest dare?




The bus arrives six minutes late. It’s crammed full of people. Painted faces are pressed against the steamed-up windows. I spot dorsal fin hats and giant foam fish, which can mean only one thing—it’s Shark Week at the Shedd.


The driver opens the door, looks at me, glances behind him at the masses of bodies wedged into the space. “You’re small. You might fit.” He flicks his fingers, ushering me onto the vehicle.


“Thank you.” I’m average size but I don’t argue. I pay my fare and slide between a broad woman proudly wearing an I Heart Hammerheads T-shirt and a bearded man in a suit. My hand sticks out of the suffocating human sandwich, my purse hanging over the fare box.


The bus jerks forward. I slam against the corporate lumberjack, my breasts smacking against his chest. “Sorry.” I widen my stance, better bracing myself, embarrassed by the contact.


He grunts, his response swallowed by his beard. Moisture beads on his forehead. His suit jacket smells like wet wool.


I stare at his lapels, trying to act as though I’m not pressed against him, as though I’m not sharing an intimate embrace with a stranger, our thighs, hips, chests touching. The floor vibrates under my shoes. I don’t know how fast we are moving, as I can’t see outside, my view blocked by bodies, my fellow passengers much taller than I am.


A lady grumbles loudly about great whites giving other sharks a bad name. “Everyone knows the great white is the only shark worth talking about,” a man snaps.


Passengers gasp, their reactions encouraging the combatants. The verbally dueling duo exchange increasingly shrill insults, drawing oohs and aahs from the shark-savvy crowd. I wince, my eardrums ringing. Shark fans make Black Friday shoppers appear civilized, and these adversaries are locked in a to-the-death standoff, their hostility spiraling my anxiety skyward.


The man finally calls her a seal lover, the ultimate insult. The woman shrieks. Foam slaps against foam. Bodies sway. The bus stops, and everyone groans.


“Is this an incident?” the driver asks. “Do I have to notify dispatch?”

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Monday, August 11, 2014

Susan Elizabeth Phillips Quiz - FUN!!!

Which Susan Elizabeth Phillips’ hero would give you a lift if your car broke down at the side of the road? Take the quiz!
Susan’s new novel, HEROES ARE MY WEAKNESS, is on sale August 26th!

Guest Post & Giveaway with Elley Arden

Elley Arden is back with a new sexy and emotional romance that will make you cry and swoon, all at the same time, with MARRIAGE BY DESIGN, book 2 of the Designing Love series.


When carpenter Angie Corcarelli goes steel-toe boot to high-polished loafer with her best friend’s ex, construction engineer Stuart Perrault, sparks fly in Elley Arden’s latest Designing Love novel, Marriage by Design.


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Family first. That motto led Angie Corcarelli to become a carpenter and take over the family construction business when she was barely out of her teens. And now it’s leading her into battle against her best friend’s ex. Stuart Perrault and his swanky, family-run construction engineering firm have been tapped to oversee a highway project that includes demolishing a stretch of row homes. Over her dead body will it come to that. Stuart Perrault knows a thing or two about family allegiance. For the past fifteen years, he’s been working alongside his brother and father, dreaming about the day he’d be named CEO of the Perrault Group. But then came the bridge debacle in Paris. And now his dream seems a little further away. As he fights his way back to the top of the company, he isn’t about to watch another project fall apart just because his ex-girlfriend’s best friend is a loose cannon.

When Stuart’s father insists he take Angie out to dinner and neutralize things, he obliges. But has he bitten off more than he can chew? Angie isn’t at all what he expected, and his usual self-control doesn’t seem to work when he’s around her.

The more time Angie spends with Stuart, the harder it is to see him as the bad guy she’d believed him to be. But falling for each other would mean going against their respective families. Are they strong enough for that?




Also in the Designing Love series: BABY BY DESIGN

First Dates: Can You Say Awkward?
The first date I had with my husband resulted in his Pepsi being spilled on my white shorts. It wasn’t pretty (The stain never completely faded.), but his clumsy/nervous streak didn’t stop me from seeing him again. In fact, the awkward moment turned comical fast, and by the end of the night it had endeared him to me. I try to keep that in mind while I’m writing romances.
Awkward moments can be cute, sweet, and heartwarming. They can definitely lead to more dates, like in the following instances from books I’ve written.
In my newest release, Marriage by Design (Designing Love #2), the heroine, Angie Corcarelli, is sitting across a pub table from the hero, Stuart Perrault, who is her business rival, when she realizes he’s somehow become much more. He slips his hand over hers, and she knows that despite her best attempts at deluding herself, this is an actual date … and things between them are about to rocket to a whole new level.
In Heal My Heart (Kemmons Brothers Baseball #3), heroine MJ Rooney pushes hero Dr. Tag Howard to open up about his family only to find out how bad his childhood had been. Multiple times during the evening, she regrets opening her mouth, but it’s that level of intimacy that brings them closer.
And in maybe my favorite awkward-moment-turned-fabulous from Change My Mind (Kemmons Brothers Baseball #2), Centerfielder Grey Kemmons shows up at an event to play surprise escort to his realtor Nel Parker only to realize her entire inquisitive family is there, too. (Nothing like meeting the parents out of the blue!) Nel makes it through the awkward introductions and ensuing conversation, and by the end of the night, she realizes how perfectly Grey fits into her life.
I love it when awkward moments lead to good things.
Of course, awkward moments can also spell the end of a relationship before it begins. I don’t have many instances of lousy first dates in the stories I’ve written, but what I do have is pretty unforgettable. Psychotherapist Maggie Collins, the heroine of Save My Soul (Kemmons Brothers Baseball #1), is in a coffee shop with a man she recently met at a gas pump when he shows off a picture of … wait for it … his wife and eight kids! The man turns out to be a polygamist looking for a second wife.
Can you beat that? I know I can’t. But I’d love to hear about your awkward first dates. If you had one, did it lead to more dates, or did it spell the end of the relationship?

About Elley Arden:

Elley Arden is a born and bred Pennsylvanian who has lived as far west as Utah and as far north as Wisconsin. She drinks wine like it’s water (a slight exaggeration), prefers a night at the ballpark to a night on the town, and believes almond English toffee is the key to happiness.

Charming characters. Emotional stories. Sexy romance.



Thursday, July 31, 2014

Excerpt and Giveaway with Lauren Layne

Getting mistaken for a prostitute is not part of Sophie Dalton's life plan. Not that Sophie even has a life plan. She's perfectly happy being everyone's favorite party girl. But then a Las Vegas bachelorette party goes awry, and an uptight businessman gives Sophie a new label: hooker.

Unfortunately, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay there. When the same jerk who mistook her for a prostitute shows up as Sophie's new boss and her perfect sister's new boyfriend, Sophie's carefree existence is turned upside down. Grayson Wyatt may have infiltrated family dinners and her professional world, but Sophie's not about to let a judgmental prude anywhere near her personal life.

As Gray's icy stares give way to quiet smiles, Sophie realizes that the one man she's been so desperate to get away from just might be the one she wants to keep around forever.
About Lauren Layne
Lauren Layne writes contemporary romance for Grand Central Publishing (Forever) and Random House(Loveswept).

After dabbling in an e-commerce career in Seattle and Southern California, Lauren moved to New York City where she now writes full time.

Lauren graduated from Santa Clara University with B.S. in Political Science that she has yet to put to good use. She lives with her husband and plus-sized pomeranian in a tiny Manhattan studio. 

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They grabbed their wineglasses and headed toward the

sound of Brynn’s smooth alto voice and the sharper squawk

that generally meant Marnie was in full-out “impress” mode.

Sophie hoped her sister’s new man-friend was adept at

flattery and pleasant niceties, because he was going to need

a hefty dose of social skills to maneuver his new girlfriend’s

overprotective father and eager-for-grandbabies mother.

She shuffled after Will into the “drawing room,” mentally

preparing herself for mind-numbing conversation with one

of Brynn’s adoring drones.


Sophie halted to a stop so suddenly that some of her wine

sloshed over the edge of her glass and onto Marnie’s pristine

white carpet.


Her mother made an exasperated sound, but a little

spilled Chardonnay was the least of Sophie’s worries.





It was him.


The man from the Las Vegas elevator standing in front

of her like some sort of icy-eyed ghost. And he had an arm

around her sister’s waist.


Oh, holy crap.


The aged gouda she’d just swallowed began churning in

the wine tsunami of her stomach.


Will pinched her upper arm none too gently, and Sophie

belatedly realized that her sister had finished introductions.

Everybody was staring at her, including Mr. I’m Not

Looking for an Escort Service. She had so not missed that

deadly sexy gaze. Emphasis on the “deadly” part. Still, it

was reassuring that he too looked a bit shell-shocked. He

didn’t say a word, but based on what she knew of him, she

didn’t really expect him to.


The ball was clearly in her court.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Excerpt and Giveaway with Lizzy Ford

Award Winning author, Lizzy Ford, gives us an emotional, sexy read with her first Sons of War novel, SEMPER MINE.

A Marine captain tortured by the death of his men in Iraq returns home and falls in love with the sister of one of the slain, who blames him for the massacre that killed her brother.  SEMPER MINE, is a standalone novel in the Sons of War contemporary military romance series.


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“A freak accident landed both of the Khavalov twins under my command, just before a routine mission turned into a nightmare. I brought home one twin in a coffin and the other in a coma missing his leg. I did everything right – and still people died. I can’t forget that night or how many lives it changed, including mine.


It’s natural for their sister, Katya, to blame me. I made one decision in the middle of a firefight, and it shattered her sheltered world. I’m the ice to her fire, and when we first meet, it’s not pretty. I don’t fear war or death, and I am definitely not going to let a beautiful woman with a quick temper and broken heart scare me off, either. I know she’s hurting, and I’m determined to make sure she’s okay. It’s the least I can do for the twins.


I may have failed them that night, but I won’t fail her. What I’m not counting on: the feelings she ignites within me.” – Captain Sawyer Mathis



Also in the Sons of War series: SOLDIER MINE, coming fall 2014!


About Lizzy Ford:

Lizzy Ford is the author of over thirty books written for young adult and  adult romance readers, to include the internationally bestselling “Rhyn Trilogy,” “Witchling Series” and the “War of Gods” series. Lizzy has focused on keeping her readers happy by producing brilliant, gritty romances that remind people why true love is a trial worth enduring. Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords. She lives in southern Arizona with her husband, three dogs and a cat.


Captain Mathis is across the room, hands on hips, watching. Impossible to read as usual, though one eyebrow is up in either accusation or inquisition. He nods his head to the side in a silent command for me to join him.
I have no idea where this guy gets off thinking he can boss me around. It might work
with his men, but not with me.
I go outside instead, feeling claustrophobic.
Maybe being here is a mistake. I want to think it’s for Petr and Mikael – and it is – but
there’s another reason I feel compelled to stay. I think there’s a piece of me that needs this,too, though I’m not sure why, when this is totally not my scene.
Tossing my head back, I gaze at the late afternoon sky, so blue and beautiful. The forest calms me, and I shake out my shoulders.
“Is there anyone here you don’t have a problem with?” Captain Mathis asks from behind
“We’ll find out, won’t we?”
He’s quiet. I have a feeling he’s not entirely certain what to say in response.
After a minute, he circles and stops in front of me, reaching for my belt. Not expecting
the sudden proximity, I freeze where I’d normally move or push him out of my space. He
smells lightly of coconuts once more, and I find myself staring at the width of his chest and the shapely arms and shoulders. His brown eyes are the shade of dark chocolate, his skin rendered golden by the sun and his hair kept in a neat high-and-tight. His heated strength is different than that of my brother’s.
I notice his body, how close he is to me, the way his roped forearm muscles shift with the movement of the long fingers unsnapping my belt. I’ve never paid any attention to my brothers like this.
 “Grommets on the outside,” he instructs me. He steps closer to pull the belt out and
twist it before settling it again at my waist. Snapping it into place, he drops his hands but
remains a little too close for my comfort.
“Thanks,” I murmur.
In a manner of seconds, I’ve forgotten why I hate him and Brianna. It’s uncanny, as if my senses overtake conscious thought when he’s around.
“Your brother’s old enough to fight his own battles.”
Anger stirs, and I look up at him. “I know that!”
Captain Mathis is calm, always so calm. I wonder what it feels like not to experience
emotions the way I do.
“So you’re just picking fights today?” he asks.
“None of your damn business!”
“For this week, it is,” he says firmly. “We’re a team. If you’re going to be picking fights all
week, I’d like to know.”
“Why? So you can trade me?” I challenge, crossing my arms. Being so close to him is a
little too intense right now. I step back self-consciously.
“So I can make sure I have your back, if it elevates,” he responds. “It’s what teams do.
Take care of their own.”
“Except for Mikael.” I can’t help it. I’m feeling furious with the handsome man before
me once more.
Captain Mathis doesn’t even blink. If anything, he seems to grow colder. “Whatever you
think you know about me, I will have your back, because that’s the way this works.”
It’s not what I’m expecting to hear. He has a way of either infuriating me or deflating my
anger. The weird tension stretches between us, the one that manages to replace thought with a physical awareness of his body.