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Wednesday, 31 January 2018

Out Now - Kay Jaybee's popular BDSM romance, Making Him Wait - Erotica on a canvas of bondage and discipline

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Kay Jaybee’s popular BDSM-romance novel is back!


Re-released by the brilliant Sinful Press, Making Him Wait, is every bit as hot the second time around.

“Erotica on a canvas of bondage and discipline.”

It’s amazing where a drive to live out your fantasies, a paint brush, and a text message can lead you...

The Blurb

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Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she's happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas. But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge.

Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. However, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out.

At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted.

Will Maddie's models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time? The only way to find out is to wait and see...and the waiting only makes it sweeter!


Excerpt

The extract I have chosen to share with you today comes from the very beginning of the book...

Freya rocked a little on her bare feet as Maddie touched her lightly freckled cheek. “No need to look so worried, honey. You are doing brilliantly. It’s a difficult pose to hold for so long.”

“Thank you.” Blushing an endearing shade of pink, Freya lowered the hands she’d nervously clenched before her, giving her employer another chance to see the neat triangle of her semi-shaved pussy.

Maddie, her jeans and t-shirt smeared and spattered with all the mediums of her trade, did not feel the need to mention to Freya that her own knickers were sodden, nor that beneath her holster bra, her nipples were rock hard.

A further buzz from her mobile alerted Maddie to the arrival of another text message. In fact a steady string of muffled noises from her mobile, coming from the pit of her handbag, had been announcing the arrival of texts every ten minutes or so throughout the morning.

Smiling to herself, Maddie continued to disregard her phone and considered the exquisite outline of her companion’s porcelain frame. Most people came to Maddie to be drawn or painted, sometimes as a commission for a lover, husband or wife. Some, however, like Freya, came to the studio as a way of improving their self-confidence. Despite her generally shy demeanour, Freya had proved to be very good at posing as Maddie required and the artist had offered her an occasional job as a life model.

Sometimes Maddie felt she was more therapist than artist – specifically a sex therapist – as men and women alike shared their most intimate secrets while standing on the other side of her easel. Maddie’s studio certainly had the air of an erotic fantasy confessional about it. She wasn’t complaining, however. No other life would do for her now. The job satisfaction Maddie achieved from listening to the dreams and fantasies of others while she recreated them onto canvas, went hand in glove with the personal physical gratification it gave her.

Money being either plentiful or non-existent, depending on the current success of her commissions and sales, Maddie had been forced to develop an alternative form of payment for her models – a reward system for good work. Maddie could tell from the rise and fall of Freya’s chest and the glistening damp skin at the top of her thighs, that she was more than ready to be paid for today’s session.

Closing in on her model, Maddie simultaneously cupped Freya’s slick pussy and left breast with her charcoal-blackened hands, causing an involuntary shiver to ripple through the younger woman’s body.

“Your progress really is outstanding, honey. Few of my models can stay as motionless as you can.” Congratulating Freya on her skill, Maddie left two dark palm prints on the girl’s tits and tapped at the inside of her legs. “Open up. I think you have deserved a treat after all your hard work.”

Gliding her palm over Freya’s mound, Maddie slipped a gentle finger into the slippery canal of the model’s frantically clutching sex, enjoying the murmured mew of contentment that escaped from her lipstick-free mouth.

Pumping gently, the artist brought Freya close to orgasm with steady increases and decreases of pressure – her own mind straying to her mobile. Maddie wondered where Theo was and what he was doing. She knew what he was thinking about. She always knew that. Theo thought about her...


Praise for Making Him Wait ~

“Making Him Wait” held me captive, made me blush, had me yearning for more before I was even ready to let the previous chapter go. The story unfolds dripping with eroticism, every character wantonly submitting to Maddie’s artistic, commanding eye… Erotica’s “Queen of Kink” has nailed the freedom of Kink, fearlessly. Kay Jaybee writes with a masterful insight and sucks her readers into the fascinating domain of domination and submission. A realm where one’s words must be listened to very carefully and choices are empowering.’ Rose Caraway.

“Artist, lover, dominatrix, Maddie has sculpted from her surroundings the perfect life and Kay Jaybee in ‘Making Him Wait’ the picture-perfect set up for an unhurried, well-written, hugely entertaining, multi-media journey into classy erotica – men, women, whatever your fancy, Mistress Jaybee guides you through her Chinese puzzle of a plot in a way that stole my breath and made my underarms tingle…Mesmerising, thrilling, word perfect, a triumph.” Chloe Thurlow

If you would like to buy Making Him Wait, it is available as a paperback or e-book from all good retailers, including-



Amazon (universal link): http://mybook.to/makinghimwaitkjb

About the Author

Kay Jaybee has over 150 publications to her name, including the novels Making Him Wait, (Sinful Press, second edition, 2018), and The Fifth Floor - The Perfect Submissive Book One (KJ Books, third edition, 2017). She has also written the novellas Wednesday on Thursday (KJ Books, 2017), Take Control (1001Nights Press, 2014), Digging Deep, (Xcite Press, 20153), A Sticky Situation (Xcite Press, 2013), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (1001 Nights Press, 2014). She has written the anthologies The Collector (KJBooks, 2016), and A Kink a Day Books 1-3 (available via the Radish reading app).

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk





Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk


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Release blitz organised by Writer Marketing Services.

Tuesday, 30 January 2018

Release Day Blitz + #Giveaway - I KNOW BETTER - by A.P. Watson #contemporary #romance


Title: I Know Better
Author: A.P. Watson

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design
Editor: Tamara Beard of Wrapped in Writing

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR


Blurb:


When love gave me more pain than fond memories, I did whatever it took to escape the cycle. Even if it meant selling my car so I could move from the land of cotton to the Windy City. But when I couldn’t quite figure out the best way to start over, my two best friends devised a plan to force me back into the dating world. The only problem was that men and I mixed just about as well as cheeseburgers and clogged arteries. I was burned too many times, and the scars I carried would last a lifetime.

A blind date and one-night stand with a devilishly handsome bachelor was supposed to revive my confidence after past traumas, but our encounter quickly transformed into something completely different. Instead of making me another notch on his belt, he offered another arrangement—friendship. Because I believed he was way out of my league, I agreed. It should’ve been an easy task, but it seemed like the only thing I was good at was being wrong. The intense connection we shared was unlike anything I’d ever known. It was just my luck that the only man who had ever treated me with kindness and respect had zero interest in sleeping with me. As my feelings for him deepened past the confines of our friendship, I wanted to believe things between us could change and all my old wounds could heal, but most of the time . . . I Know Better.





A.P. Watson is a contemporary and paranormal romance author. She is an avid reader, pole fitness enthusiast, and registered nurse currently residing in Johnson City, Tennessee with her adorable pup, Elle. 



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Chapter One: Young Years Wasted

After scrolling past the fifth sonogram picture on my Facebook newsfeed, I shut off my phone and threw it in my purse. There are only so many peanut-shaped fetuses you can stare at in one day and not want to double up on your birth control. As a twenty-six-year-old Southern woman, my inability to get engaged, married, or pregnant meant I was a constant disappointment to my mother. If I’d known the purpose of college was to find a husband and get married as soon as I graduated, I would’ve saved myself the $25,000 in student loans and worked my way through one of Julia Child’s cookbooks. This type of mentality was exactly the reason I was relocating from the land of cotton to Chicago. Sure, I’d be trading in my townhouse to move into an apartment with my two closest friends from college, and I’d incessantly bitch about freezing my ass off in the winter, but at least I’d have my sanity. Not to mention, such a drastic relocation meant my dating slate would be wiped clean.

My two post-college relationships weren’t simply mediocre entanglements, the sexual side of things left much to be desired. If I was being completely honest, I’ve had steamier gynecologist appointments. And I don’t even want to begin thinking about the incident. That idiotic jerk-off practically ruined all men for me. I mean, as a nurse I’m used to people showing me weird things on their bodies, but checking out a large mole on someone’s back doesn’t even compare to being asked to diagnose a guy’s venereal disease. My dating spectrum seems to shoot from one extreme to the other. Either the guys I date are promiscuous idiots who can’t keep their junk in their pants, or they’re vomit-inducing assholes. Is there some cosmic law stating I can only attract complete duds?

“Are you done with your pancakes? I’d like to get to Chicago and have all your shit moved in before the football season starts,” Sean asked, tipping his chin at me in exasperation. What a little twit. Three years younger than I and a whole foot taller, he assumed he could boss me around.

“If you sass me one more time this trip, I’ll murder you.”

His eyes widened at my response. “You wouldn’t hurt me. I’m your cousin!”

“So, what? I don’t care if we’re related. Just because I’m a nurse doesn’t mean I’m overflowing with compassion.” I slid my compact out of my purse and flipped it open. Good thing I wasn’t flying to Chicago. The bags underneath my eyes were so big I’d have to check them as carry-on luggage. I dabbed a bit of powder on the dark circles and called it a day. If I wanted to mask the smattering of freckles covering my nose and cheeks, it was going to take a heck of a lot more effort. But I didn’t mind. The combination of my sassy tongue, fair skin, copper hair, and freckles meant I was a walking, talking spitfire. “Actually, it’s the first thing to go once you start working in a hospital.”

“That doesn’t inspire much confidence.”

I snickered at his response. “I’m an ICU nurse. My job is to save people’s asses, not kiss ‘em.”

“And to think, the other day I kept asking myself why isn’t Wren married yet?”

I flipped my middle finger at him. “Because I’m too fucking awesome to be tied down.”

“You know I’m kidding.” He grabbed my cup of coffee and took a quick swig. “I’m surprised Aunt Shelly is okay with you moving so far away.”

“I think she’s praying I’ll meet the love of my life or get knocked up. Still not sure which she’d prefer more though,” I replied with a shrug. I finished off the last of my bacon and took another bite of pancakes. There was magic in a stack of pancakes and fresh bacon. Something about the mixture of butter and grease always seemed to set my world straight after it goes askew.

“Seeing as how all of her friends have grandchildren and she doesn’t, I’m betting on the latter,” he noted.

“Me too,” I agreed, sighing loudly. Sean left a tip on the table and stood from our booth. While he went to pay for our meal at the register, I gathered my purse and hoodie. I’d just slung my bag over my shoulder by the time he was done and followed him out of the diner. We still had two hours left to drive, and once we got to the townhouse, we needed to unload the U-Haul. “Let’s get to Chicago, smartass.”

We climbed into his Jeep and fastened our seatbelts. “So, why exactly are you moving there?”

“I needed a fresh start, and it seemed as good a place as any.”

“Plus, Terayn and Ryan are there.”

“I know! Honestly, I don’t even care that I’ll be their third wheel. I’ve missed them.”

“I’m sure you have. The three of you were inseparable in college,” he added.

“I think this move is going to be good for me.” I had some doubts, but I brushed all that negativity aside and focused on the positive.

“I think so too, and I’ll only be a couple of hours away if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” I said, nudging Sean’s arm with my elbow. We may have been cousins, but we acted more like brother and sister. His support meant the world to me. “You know I appreciate you helping me move this weekend, right?”

“Hey, what are cousins for anyway?”

“True. So, when is graduation?” I asked.

“The first Saturday in May, I think. Are you still planning to come?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I mean, it’s still nine months away, but I’d like for you to be there,” Sean said, shooting me a sideways glance.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

“I just can’t wait to be done with classes. Last semester nearly killed me.”

“You’ll get through, and it’ll be worth it.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Be an electrical engineer, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.”

“On the bright side, at least you don’t get splashed with other people’s urine.”

At my comment, Sean cringed. “Point taken. I’ll stop complaining.”

“You know that’s not what I meant!”

“Of course not, but your job is disgusting.”

“Don’t I know it.”

I started nursing school with the intention to help people, but after Liam fucked me over, my desire to care for people who needed compassion and understanding increased tenfold. Life could be shit sometimes, and if I could alleviate another person’s suffering, then I would. Every job had its bullshit you had to wade through, but nursing was my calling.

Ahead of us, a green sign pointed to the left, indicating the Chicago exit. We still had a ways left to drive, but a strange sense of elation filled my veins. I was rushing toward a new life and, though the prospect was daunting, I was thrilled. Things would change for the better, and I couldn’t wait. Seeing your two best friends hopelessly in love tended to put things in perspective. Sure, one day I hoped to find what they have, but for now, I simply needed to have a little fun and put myself out there. I grabbed my phone and sent Terayn a quick text to let her know I was on my way.

Me: Hey girl! Sean and I are still en route to Chicago. We’ll be there in less than 2 hours!

Her reply was so fast, I didn’t even have time to set my phone down.

Terayn: Eeek!!! I can’t wait!! Keep me updated on your ETA!

Her responding text was over the top, but that was just Ter. In the years we’ve been friends, I’d come to love her die-hard enthusiasm. The accompanying barrage of emojis she also sent was another story altogether.

Me: Will do. I can’t wait to see y’all! And you know how I feel about too many emojis.

Terayn: LOL You know you love me! We’re so excited to see you! Ryan has been running through the townhouse all morning fixing things and making sure everything is perfect for you to move in.

Me: He’s so sweet when he wants to be! Tell him thank you!

Terayn: Will do!! See you soon, babe!!

I plugged my phone into the car charger and leaned my seat back. After a few minutes of squirming, I finally found a comfortable position.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Sean looking at me over his shoulder. “How long has it been since you slept?”

“Not that long!” I turned to stare out the window, watching as the row of trees hugging the interstate blurred together.

“Don’t lie to me,” he ordered.

“I slept yesterday!”

“A fifteen-minute nap doesn’t count.”

“I slept three hours yesterday after my shift ended, and then I spent the rest of the day packing.”

“Three hours? That’s all?”

“It’s better than nothing.”

“You need to sleep more. You hardly get any rest as it is.”

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. After two years of working overtime shifts, I was used to functioning on zero sleep. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

“Funny.” He sighed heavily, focusing his attention back on the road. “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you take a nap and I’ll wake you up when we get there?”

I considered his proposition. A nap did sound like heaven, but he’d been driving since we left Tennessee. I felt guilty at the thought of making him drive even longer. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Fine. But if you need me to take over and drive, don’t hesitate to wake me up.”

“Deal.”

I closed my eyes, thinking I would fall asleep for a few minutes. However, when I awoke, I was surprised to find Sean and I were parked outside my new townhouse.

“Wren!” Terayn jumped down the steps, her jet-black hair waving behind her like a flag, and flung open the door to Sean’s jeep before I could even unbuckle my seatbelt. She practically crawled inside and pulled me into a tight hug. “I can’t believe you’re finally here!”

“Me either!”

“This is going to be just like college but more fun!” she shrieked loudly.

“You bet your ass it is!” We stumbled out of the Jeep, and she hooked her arm through mine. I glanced in either direction, trying to get a better understanding of my surroundings. Townhouses lined the sidewalk on both sides of the street. The two-story brick buildings were perfectly spaced out, allowing for small patches of grass and pear trees every so often. “Wow, this is really nice.”

“Yeah, I love it. It’s a little more spacious than living downtown.”

I stared at my new home, my heart filled with wonder. “I can only imagine.”

“I got us a bottle of wine to drink while we unpack tonight. I figured it would make the tedious work more bearable.”

“God, I love the way your brain works.”

“That would make two of us,” said a masculine voice from behind me.

“Ryan!” I spun around to see him standing next to Sean. “It’s so good to see you.” He held out his arms and, like magnets, Terayn and I sprang forward to hug him.

“Likewise,” he replied, smiling broadly. His arms wrapped around Ter and me, and despite our combined weight, he managed to pick both of us up at the same time. “Reunited at last!”

“Hey!” I socked him once in the chest. “Y’all are the ones who left me to fend for myself.”

“I don’t even want to hear it! I’ve been begging you to move up here for almost two years now!” Terayn shouted dramatically.

“I know, Ter. I know.”

“Besides, it’s probably for the best that Wren is just now moving up here. I don’t think Chicago will know what hit it with the two of you living under the same roof,” Ryan added, setting Ter and me back on the ground.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Terayn mocked surprise. “Yeah, when you get the two of us together, we’re just a couple of saints.”

“Like hell you are. Don’t you remember Halloween of sophomore year? The two of you got me drunk and talked me into streaking through Greek row at midnight. Kappa Phi thought I was some pervert and started chasing me down. I almost got my ass beat by a bunch of sorority sisters and their fraternity boy toys.”

“I know how you feel, man. These two are notorious for causing trouble,” Sean replied.

I headed over to where Sean stood, my attention still focused on my two best friends. “Ryan, you’re the one who listened to us!”

Terayn slid her arm around Ryan’s waist. “Those frat boys were just jealous of you, baby. You looked way better than they did.”

Sean laughed, nudging my shoulder with his. “It’s good to see the three musketeers back together again.”

Ryan nodded his head in agreement. “I was just thinking the same thing. When will you be done with school, Sean?”

“Next May.”

My arms folded across my chest as I glanced at my cousin. “You’re only glad to see us back together again because we talked your parents into letting you come to Mexico with us when you graduated high school.”

Sean shrugged his shoulders slightly. “So, I may be a bit biased.”

“We should plan another trip for May! We went on one after you were done with high school, so it’s only fitting we do another one when you finish college.” Terayn beamed at Sean, pulling him into a quick hug.

I snagged my purse and hoodie from the passenger seat. “I guess we can’t break a tradition.”

Ryan nodded in agreement. “I’m in.”

“Awesome, I can’t wait. Why don’t you girls unpack the boxes while Ryan and I unload the rest of the U-Haul?”

Terayn and I scaled the stone steps to our townhouse. She crossed the threshold and led me to our connected living room and kitchen. “I’ll get the wine glasses!”

The interior of the townhouse was gorgeous. One wall in the living room was comprised of exposed brick, and the kitchen had a long bar you could eat at. Two windows flanked either side of the front door, allowing natural light to fill the space. I glanced around, my eyes admiring some of Ter’s paintings. She truly was a gifted artist. Stepping over to a bookcase next to the television, I noticed the tall structure was decorated with picture frames, many of which I was in. I smiled, picking up a photograph of Terayn, Ryan, and I from college. This was home.

“I’ve always loved that picture.”

“Me too,” Terayn agreed, handing me a glass filled with wine.

Several hours later and most of my stuff was unpacked. Ter and I worked like we were on crack as we crammed the closet with my exorbitant amount of clothes. Once it was full, we turned our attention to the dresser Ryan, and Sean carried inside. It rested on the empty wall by the closet. Despite the beauty of the rest of the townhouse, my room was my favorite spot in the whole townhouse. It was my own little slice of heaven.

I tucked the ends of my sheets underneath my mattress as I stared at the paint covering the walls. “Did you paint in here recently?”

“Yeah, do you like it?”

“It’s gorgeous.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you like it! I went through eight samples of paint before I found the right color of seafoam green. I thought Ryan was going to have a stroke.”

I reached for the other end of my white duvet cover. “You painted this for me?”

“Of course! We want you to feel at home!”

She helped me pull the duvet over my sheets and litter the top of my bed with pillows. “Just being around the two of you makes this feel like home.”

“I think it was time for you to leave Tennessee.”

I grabbed my glass of wine and sat on the bed. “I agree. I mean, it’ll always be home, but I was completely adrift there. I think I got too comfortable, and I knew in my heart the longer I stayed, the harder it would be to leave.”

She nodded, taking a long sip of wine. “You can have a fresh start here, and this place is practically crawling with dateable men.”

I snorted at her comment. “We both know, with my luck, the dateable man who is interested in me will probably still be living with his mother.”

“Oh, Lord! That’s so true!” She collapsed on the bed, laughing.

“Hey!”

“You always attract the losers.”

“I’d almost be offended if I wasn’t so dead inside.”

Ter and I were best friends, and at times, we were also opposites. She was a bundle of light. I, on the other hand, had moments where I descended into darkness. Having your heart, confidence, and sense of self-worth crushed tended to take it out of you. I recovered, but the scars I bore were permanent reminders of past wounds.

She pushed on the stem of my wine glass, prompting me to take another sip. “Drink more. It makes everything better.”

“You only say that because you’ve already found an amazing guy!”

“True.”

“There are so many lepers and creepers out there, you have no idea, girl,” I whined.

“After you called me during your last blind date, I can only imagine.”

I gagged. “This wine is delicious. Please don’t make me throw it up.”

“Okay, I’ll never mention him again!”

“All I’m saying is you’re extremely lucky to have Ryan.”

“I want you to say that again, but louder and into my phone, so I can record it.” Ryan stood in the doorway. I was surprised he hadn’t cut his shaggy blonde hair, especially considering he was working as an investment banker now, but I guess he would always be a surfer boy at heart.

Terayn rolled her eyes dramatically. “Don’t do it, Wren. It’ll only make his head even bigger.”

“I didn’t know that was possible!”

“Oh sure, you girls get back together and in less than a day you’re already ganging up on me.”

“You know you like it, babe,” Terayn countered.

“The pizza is here. Sean and I were going to play some video games in the living room. Do you want me to bring you ladies some pizza and plates in here?”

“That would be amazing!” I held my empty wine glass out to him. “And could you bring us refills? We need more wine stat.”

He accepted my wine glass and turned to kiss Terayn before grabbing her drink as well. “I’ll do it, but only because you are my two favorite girls in the whole city.”

We gorged ourselves on pizza and wine for hours. The guys kept to themselves. I guess they could sense Terayn and I needed some time to catch up. It’d certainly been too long since we’d seen each other, and baring my soul to her about all my recent work and dating mishaps was nothing short of cathartic.

When we got up to change into our pajamas and grab a glass of water from the kitchen, we found Sean and Ryan passed out on the couch. We laid blankets over them and headed back to my room, trying to be as quiet as possible.

I crawled into my bed and nestled under the covers.

I watched as Terayn jumped in beside me. “Oh, I’m staying in here too. I figured we could have a sleepover!”

“Thanks for letting me move up here. I know I’d be lost without you and Ryan.”

“I know what you mean. I love my friends up here, but it just isn’t the same, you know?”

“Oh yeah.”






Monday, 29 January 2018

Book Tour + #Giveaway - Saint's Mercy [Santa Cruz Saints 1] by Cecile Tellier @CeecTellier #MCRomance



Saint's  Mercy
Santa Cruz Saints Book 1
by
Cecile Tellier
Genre: MC Romance



Lucien Rossi grew up on the streets of Santa Cruz, California. He had
little to nothing to call his own, and ran with a rough crowd. He only had two things he cherished in his life, the most important was Luz Ramirez. When he met her he knew she was someone he would die to protect. Years later and now a president of the Saint’s Mercy Motorcycle Club, he’s about to find out that Luz is still a grenade to his best intentions.

When her mother passed away, Luz Ramirez was given a second chance at a happy life with her foster mother. What she didn’t count on was that she would meet the dangerous but magnetic Lucien. Even after forcing herself to move away rather than become like her mother, it only takes a few days back for this bail bondswoman to recognize who her heart belongs to.







Cecile Tellier holds Masters degrees in Special Education as well as Criminal Justice: Law. She lives in upstate NY with her husband and two children. She got her start in writing as early as high school and has been published in poetry anthologies and freelance erotica .
Cecile is part of a wonderfully supportive critique group lovingly referred to as the Round Robbins. Cecile believes that everything in
life that can be accomplished should and has endeavored to live up to this whether it was starting a flat track Roller Derby league or writing the next great romance novel. 






Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!



Friday, 26 January 2018

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Tuesday, 23 January 2018

Book Tour + #Giveaway - Dragon Awakened [Court of Shadows 1] by K.N. Lee @KNycole_Lee #ReverseHarem #Fantasy



Dragon Awakened
Court of Shadows Book 1
by
K.N. Lee
Genre: Reverse Harem Epic Fantasy



Join New York Times bestselling author, K.N. Lee on a journey through
Rune, where faeries, dragons, elves, and magic and mystery collide.


Elemental. Faerie. Dragon Tamer.

After being exiled from the Unseelie Court, the royal Mordigan family was forced to live amongst the humans in a realm where magic is outlawed. Young Celeste's fate was sealed the day her parents were taken and executed. The Seelie and Unseelie Court have been at war for
centuries and their magic has destroyed the barrier between the living and the dead. Spending her teenage years in the Crimson Tower wasn't the fated future for Princess Celeste, and when the queen of the frost faeries comes to rescue her, she is ready to wear her crown as the Empress of all of the magic realm.

Evil sweeps through the land, and it is up to one faerie and her court of
princes from all corners of the realm to put the world back together.

Download the epic reverse harem fantasy with dark magic, spellbinding romance, and heart-pounding action similar to Harry Potter, Court of Thorns and Roses, Lord of the Rings, and The Vampire Diaries today!





K.N. Lee is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. She is the author of the Dragon-Born Saga, Eura Chronicles, Wonderland University, and the Chronicles of Koa series. When she is not writing twisted urban fantasy, epic tales of dragons, pirates, and mermaids, and dark poetry, she does a great deal of traveling and spending time with her family. Wannabe rockstar, foreign language enthusiast, and anime geek, K.N. Lee also enjoys gaming and sketching. She is a winner of the Elevate Lifestyle Top 30 Under 30 "Future Leaders of Charlotte" award for her success as a writer, business owner, and for community service.

She is signed with Captive Quill Press and Patchwork Press and represented by Hershman Rights Management.

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Saturday, 20 January 2018

Book Tour + #Giveaway - Under the Sicilian Sky [Daring to Love Again, 1] by Alexia Adams @AlexiaAdamsAuth #contemporary #romance



Under the Sicilian Sky
Daring To Love Again Book 1
by
Alexia Adams
Genre: Contemporary Romance



Amnesia obliterates a married couple’s shared past in this poignant
second-chance-at-love story.

Matteo Vanni washed up on a Tunisian beach six years ago with no clothes, identity documents, or memories, just a wedding ring to link him to his past. He’s reinvented himself as a wealthy entrepreneur, but
now a knock on the head restores some of his memories, particularly
that his wife Bella is waiting for him in Sicily. But returning to his native land and digging into his mysterious and sudden disappearance could cost this new millionaire everything.

Sheep farmer Bella Vanni has accepted that her presumed-dead husband is long gone, so it’s a huge shock when he knocks on her door and announces his desire to resume their marriage. She can’t trust his
answers on where he’s been or why he left, and she certainly isn’t keen to walk away from the family farm she labored to save. But their mutual passion won’t be denied.

When Matteo’s freedom is threatened, Bella must decide which is most
important to her: everything she’s painstakingly built or a new start on love.


Sensuality Level: Sensual





A former world wanderer, Alexia Adams writes contemporary romance stories that reflect her love of exotic destinations and diverse characters and cultures. She currently lives near Vancouver, Canada
with her husband and four children and dreams of a world without housework. As a flight risk mom, romance is her escape and she can often be found with her nose in a book, pretending she’s somewhere else. 









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Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Blood Courtesans Boxed Set Release Blitz #Adult #Paranormal #Romance


Title: Blood Courtesans Box Set
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance


Blurb:

Indulge in a darkly decadent and sinfully sensual world. A world where vampires are real, rich and hungry, a world where Blood Courtesans satisfy all their needs. Come, let fangs slip into your throat and awaken you to a whole new life. A boxed set of BRAND NEW stories in this popular series.

Warning: This isn't your momma's vampire romance. It's not Twilight or the Shade, either. It's Blood Courtesans: Luxury, fast cars, adventure, whirlwind romance and cold, hard fangs.

List of Books with Story Blurbs:

Revealed: Violet by Michelle Fox: My target is a vampire with a name fit for a Greek god--Zopyros Persopoulos—and he has the good looks to match. More importantly, he runs Datagenex, and it's his DNA database that will reveal why my blood kills vampires. I just need to get him alone and hack Datagenex's servers without falling into that smoldering gaze of his that makes me feel like I'm on fire. Posing as a blood courtesan is the perfect cover...right up until everything goes wrong.

Exposed: Zoe by Gwen Knight—My sister used to be a blood courtesan. Until they stuffed her full of drugs, drained her dry, and left her for dead. Asher promises he can help me bring justice to those responsible, but in exchange, I need to become his courtesan.

Compelled: Cerise by Rebecca Rivard—I'm the perfect assassin--pretty, professional, emotionless--but I want out. Just as I make plans to disappear, I'm forced to take one more job--go undercover as a blood courtesan and kill a gorgeous blond vampire. But it's a set up, and the only way out is to join forces with my target to find the real villain. The last thing I expect is to fall in love...

Eternity: Abigail by Tami Lund—When I was a blood courtesan, I fell for my vampire lover. He set me free and swore he'd stay away forever, because vampires and humans aren't meant to be together. But now I'm in trouble, and he's the only one who can save me.

Condemned: Bonnie by Julia Mills—It’s now or never - my brother is sentenced to hang for a crime he didn’t commit and it’s up to me to save him. My only hope is renowned attorney, Remy Newman and his price is nonnegotiable -my body and my blood. This is about survival, love or happily ever after or a white picket fence…or is it?

Sacrifice: Olivia by Kristen Strassel—The vampire clan turned me to save me from their enemy. But I'm not automatically a part of the coven--first, I must prove myself as a blood courtesan. I'm assigned to sexy Pierce, who never bought me at auction, but I'll win the ancient vampire's heart with the thing that speaks to him--blood.

Emboldened: Victoria by Ever Coming—Jasper came roaring into my life almost two decades ago when he rescued me from certain death. Now it’s my turn to save the sexy vampire. Only problem is, he doesn’t want my help.

Undone: Missie by Skye Jones— I hate rich people and vampires, so when I meet a drop dead handsome man that is both, I want to despise him. But I need his help and put my principals to one side. What starts out as a way of securing my freedom becomes so much more, and soon I'm in too deep mind, body, and soul.

Concealed: Lexi by Rosalie Redd—I must become a blood courtesan to pay for my life-saving treatments, and my first client is a vampire other courtesans fear. Gavin Morris's voice is sexy as sin, his touch smooth as silk, and his scent mouth-watering. All are enough to die for. I just hope that isn't my fate, literally.

Refrain: Neriza by Susan Griscom—One fateful night changed my life forever, leaving me parentless, penniless, and caring for my ailing sister. Luckily, I have something to barter with that not many people do, and the blood courtesans are very interested in me. My first client turns out to be the man of my dreams, the sexy-as-sin vampire rock star I've lusted after since I was a teen, but he wants nothing to do with me or what I have to offer--and making him accept me may be the only way for me to stay alive.


Relic: Cyra by TL Reeve—I never thought I would need a vampire. But, after my mom steals a priceless artifact from the New Orleans Coven, I become a pawn in their dirty game. In order to survive, I have to do the one thing I promised myself I'd never do.




Participating Authors:
Michelle Fox
Gwen Knight
Kristen Strassel
Rebecca Rivard
Jennifer James
TL Reeve
Julia Mills Author
Tami Lund Author
Skye Jones
Susan M. Griscom
Rosalie Redd
Ever Coming

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EXCERPT  by Susan Griscom

“You’re quite beautiful.”

I glanced down at the light golden carpet my toes dug into, the fire in my cheeks burning as if the sun scorched my face. No one had ever said that to me before. I’d dated a couple of guys over the years, but nothing ever came of them. They hadn’t exactly been what one would consider ideal boyfriend material. One left the day after our first date to join the Army and the other, well, I just never heard from him again after that first date.

“That embarrasses you?”

I nodded.

“No reason to be embarrassed.” He grabbed my hand and led me over to the bed. “Sit down.”

I did as he requested and he sat next to me. This was so strange. Was he just going to bite me and drink my blood without any sort of getting to know me? Things were happening too fast, but there was nothing I could do about it. Per our contract I was obligated to do whatever he wanted me to do.

“Forgive me if this all seems rushed. I don’t have time for formalities tonight. I haven’t fed in over a week and I have a lot of work to do.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck right where I knew my vein throbbed, thanks to my nerves. But he didn’t bite me.

“You smell divine. Like blackberries infused with a dark, red cabernet.”

I’d never been compared to a wine before. I let out a nervous giggle and braced myself for the sting his fangs would surely make, though I had no idea if it would hurt or not.

Instead of biting me, he curled his finger under my chin and turned my face toward his. His lips were thick and invitingly smooth and so close. He ran his tongue over them and then surprised me by skimming his lips over mine. With our gazes locked, he pressed his mouth to mine again, slanting his head and slipping his tongue through my slightly parted lips.

Shoving his hands into my hair, he clutched my head, holding me still while his tongue swept around my mouth, dancing with my own, dominating me, heating my blood, making me desperate for what I only vaguely understood.

I’d been kissed before, but never like this, not the way his tongue stroked mine as if he needed me, as if he couldn’t get enough. He tasted of cinnamon and red wine. The lust inside me boiled hot, thick and intoxicating. My body temperature rose and I was pretty sure I might combust at any minute. My thighs clenched as he made some sort of sexy growling noise. My arms rose up his back and my fingernails raked back down his naked flesh, skimming over the firm and smooth texture.

I forgot about worrying that I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t need to know, everything came as a natural and urgent need. I wanted to be touched everywhere by this man and when his firm warm hand slipped inside the neckline of my dress and cupped my breast, I arched into it. My breath hitched when his fingers squeezed my nipple. Arousal prickled my skin and a slow, hot tingle spurred between my legs.

I wanted to be devoured by him.

Lyric Rivers was everything I’d ever imagined him to be. A heated throb gathered between my thighs. When his other hand slipped up my thigh and squeezed my ass I held my breath. No, I actually couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t wearing panties and now he knew it.

Then, almost as quickly as he started kissing me, he stopped. So abruptly I teetered backwards and had to catch myself with my hands on his shoulders as he stared into my eyes. Was he about to compel me? I didn’t need to be compelled. I wanted him all on my own.