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Friday, September 27, 2013

Welcome to guest author Sandra Marton


Emily Wilde has led a privileged life. Now she’s trying to make it on her own in Manhattan.
Marco Santini grew up dirt poor in a Sicilian slum. Now he has everything. He’s gorgeous. He’s rich. He’s powerful. And he has all the beautiful women a man could ask for.
Then, one rainy night, he sees a woman standing alone on a deserted New York street corner. Emily is clearly in need of help, but she’s not foolish enough to step into Marco’s chauffeured Mercedes. It takes a lot of convincing before she lets him take her to her apartment. He swears he’s not going to do anything he shouldn’t and he means it--but she’s in his arms before they can stop themselves.
Still, it’s only a kiss, just one kiss in a moment torn out of time. That’s what they both think.
But Fate has other plans, starting with an unexpected job offer and a business trip to Paris that explodes in a passion so hot it will change everything--everything but the web of lies that traps them both. 
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About Sandra
Sandra Marton is a USA Today Bestselling Author and one of Harlequin Presents best-selling writers. She just completed her 80th novel, signed her latest multi-book contract, and has approximately 35,000,000 (and counting!) books in print in twenty-plus languages. Sandra’s novellas, single title books and Presents novels all feature the sexy, gorgeous, complex, tough on the outside but tender on the inside Alpha heroes she loves to create.
Sandra has won the Holt Medallion. She’s been a finalist for the Romance Writers of America prestigious RITA award four times. She’s won eight Romantic Times Magazine Reviewers’ Choice Awards and was honored with their Career Achievement Award for Series Romance.
Sandra always dreamed of becoming a writer. She wrote poems when she was little, moved on to writing short stories by the time she was in university. She was graduated with Honors in English but, she says, life—a lovely one—intervened with her writing dream. She married, had a family, became active politically in the small town outside New York City where she and her husband lived. Then, one day, she paused long enough to realize her dream was getting away from her and decided to do something about it. 
Sandra wrote her very first novel, a romance she called Rapture in the Sands. She sent a synopsis and one chapter to several publishers. A senior editor at Harlequin liked what she’d read and asked to see the rest. After revisions, Harlequin Mills and Boon Ltd bought and published the book. 
Today, Sandra is a full time author. She lives in northern Connecticut with her husband, who was her childhood sweetheart, in a sun-drenched house surrounded by woods.

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Read EXCERPTS
#1
    She grabbed the bottle from the drunk hand’s hand. From the weight of it, it was still half-full Good, she thought, and before the idiot had time to stop her, she jammed the neck of the bottle into that big belly, tilted it so that it was pointed down under his belt and into his pants and had the joy of hearing his laughter turn into an almost girlish shriek.

#2
    “Stay back!” Quickly, she dug into her minuscule shoulder bag, closed her trembling fingers around a tube of lipstick and held it toward him vertically, one finger pressed to the top. “Stay back or I’ll use this pepper spray.”
A bark of laughter greeted her announcement. If she hadn’t been so terrified, she’d have been insulted.
“Forgive me for laughing,” the man said, “and please believe me when I tell you that I can understand your caution. It is, in fact commendable- but misplaced.”
He took a slow step forward. Emily took one back.
What will it take to convince you that I am not a madman who rides the streets of Manhattan in search of female victims but am rather a man who would not rest easy if he drove off and abandoned you?”

#3
    This is ridiculous. The word wet no longer described her. Or him, for that matter, he thought grimly. Rain was dripping from his hair into his eyes. His jacket was taking a soggy beating though it would stand up to the elements far better than whatever she was wearing.
                A dress. Silk, most probably.
                Silk, it seemed, did not do well in the rain.
It clung to her body, outlining gently curved hips, a slender waist and small, high breast. Now that he thought about it, he could even see the thrust of her nipples.
They seemed to be very nice nipples, of a size that would welcome a lover’s mouth.
Coming soon TBR September 29th Jaimie Fire &Ice (The Wilde Sisters, Book 2)
Zach Castelianos and Jaimie Wilde meet by accident. The attraction between them is instantaneous and hot, hot, hot. Zach is a woman’s dream: he’s tall, dark and ruggedly handsome, but there’s a dangerous edge to him and Jaimie Wilde is a cautious woman.
They’re wrong for each other. Zach knows it. So does Jaimie, but surely one night of steamy sex won’t change their lives… until Jaimie needs protection from an obsessed stalker and Zach is the only man who can provide it.






Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Cover reveal, October release, paranormal romance



Coming in October a vampire romance with a difference. An ancient legacy is accidently invoked and all in the name of love.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Welcome to guest author Christina Tetreault

I wrote my first story with characters similar to those in the Sweet Valley Twins books at the age of 10 on my grandmother's manual typewriter.  As I got older my stories and characters became more mature.  During my freshman year at UMass Dartmouth, I read my first romance novel and fell in love with the genre.  I have been writing romance ever since.

Today I live with my husband, three beautiful daughters and two dogs in Massachusetts.  Whenever I have a free moment you'll find me either reading a romance novel or working on my most current story.



Find me online

Despite a wonderful family, a career she loves, and great friends, a void has existed in Lauren McDonald's life ever since her best friend Callie married billionaire Dylan Talbot. Although they have remained close, Lauren and Callie now lead very different lives, that is until Lauren meets wealthy CEO Kevin Walsh. Lauren believes he could be the man who will help make her life whole again. That is until the night Nathaniel Callahan, her high school sweetheart and the one man she has always loved, shows up. Although Nate ended things with Lauren before heading off to The Naval Academy and his life with the Marines, and he never stopped loving her. Now 15 years later he is back to correct the mistake he made all those years ago. With Nate back in town, Lauren must decide between the man who promises her the world and the man who has the power to crush her heart again.
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Saturday, September 21, 2013

Welcome to author Elodie Parkes with her new novel 'Jake Snow'


Hi Tessa,

Thank you for inviting me to the blog today with my new release, ‘Jake Snow’. (September 20, released to Kindle)

The book is the story of Bethany Snow’s brother. Bethany is the leading female character in my erotic romance, ‘The Last Time’ and people who read the book early in its release always wanted to know more about Jake. I had his story in my head and so here it is.



A new romantic mystery from Amazon best-selling author, Elodie Parkes



Jake Snow



Private detective, Jake Snow, has grown tired of working alone since his sister Bethany married, and stopped working on field cases with him. He's chosen less high-powered cases as he decides against teaming with another partner from the Black Agency. Gradually Jake realizes he wants the kind of love his sister found, and a different job...


When he's sent on what he thinks is a simple surveillance assignment, just before he's due to take his requested extended leave, he finds a tangled web of lies, and a fashion designer in trouble...


The question is...will he also find love?

With steamy love scenes and a twist of fun, this book is 18+





Read an excerpt, 18+ R rating


Jake felt a lift somewhere in his heart. He’d felt a rush of desire with the last kiss, so now he looked into Pixie’s eyes and couldn’t help thinking about what it might be like to make love to her. He let himself think about it for a second or two. His cock started to harden, and he shook his head to clear away the picture of having Pixie naked under him, of kissing her thighs.

“Jake.” Her voice was soft and low. It was an invitation to kiss her, touch her. Jake accepted.

He held her head and kissed her. He ran his tongue along her lips and when she opened her mouth, he slid his tongue against hers with a small groan in the back of his throat. It felt like heaven. He found the zipper at the back of her short, shift dress and pulled it down. She shrugged the dress off. Jake helped so that the dress fell around her waist. When she put her hands around his face, and nibbled his lips, Jake felt his cock go hard. He kissed along her shoulders and she had to let go of his face. She pulled his T-shirt up and traced her fingernails along his chest. Jake’s breath left him in a gasp of desire.

He unclipped her bra, cupping her breasts in his hands, and bent his head to kiss them. He sucked at them, making her nipples stand up. He trailed kisses back up her shoulder, neck, and cheek, to her lips, where he kissed her until he couldn’t breathe.

Pixie pulled his T-shirt up and he lifted his arms to take it off. They gazed at each other for a few seconds, and then she was unzipping his jeans. He wanted to be gentle as he pushed her dress up around her waist so that it bunched there like a lovely sash. Jake pulled her legs apart. He kissed her as she put her hand inside his shorts and gasped against her lips as she took hold of his cock. His instinct was to thrust into her hand because it felt so good and he couldn’t remember the last time a woman had her fingers around his cock. He put his fingers into her panties, sliding them down until he could trail his fingers against her soft folds. She’s wet, oh fuck, I want her so much.

He pushed a finger into her pussy gently and it felt so good to have her clench around it. Her tongue was against his, her hands on his cock. All he could think of was getting more fingers into her, having her legs open wider, and his tongue on her clit. He moved his face slightly away. She made a sound and found his lips again with hers.

He whispered between kisses. “Let’s go to bed.”

She whispered back. “Yes.”

She moved and he took his fingers from her. She stood up and let her dress drop down to the floor uncaring. Jake stood too and pulled his shorts over his cock. He almost hurt with the need to push it into her wetness. She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Jake closed his eyes when she stopped next to her bed and pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. She traced her fingertips up the insides of his thighs and then holding his cock low on the shaft she sucked him, then licked him alternately until Jake thought he was about to come.

Shivers of raw sexual feeling raced over him. He took Pixie’s head in his hands and guided her from his cock up to his face, bending his head to hers to kiss her hard. She was standing now against him. It helped his aching need to kiss her hard, and as he did, he pushed her panties down, and then pushed two fingers into her pussy. When she moaned into his mouth, he cupped her bottom with his other hand to tilt her body onto his fingers so that she thrust against his hand.

“That’s so good…it feels so good.”



COPYRIGHT ELODIE PARKES 2013

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Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent, darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.


She has also released titles as an individual indie author.








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Jake Snow, a sweetie, sexy, strong...looking for love and the person responsible for the theft he's investigating.




Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Author Sarah Daltry's new book 'Lily of The Valley' is released

Sarah Daltry writes erotica and romance that ranges from sweet to steamy. She moves around a lot and has trouble committing to things. Lily of the Valley is her third full length novel, although she also has several story collections and two novellas available. Her other novels are Forget Me Not, the story that tells Lily’s version of events, and Bitter Fruits, which was available shortly, but is now in the contract phase with a major publisher. When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.

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 Lily of the Valley (Flowering, #1.5)
 Sarah Daltry
Lily of the Valley.final.commercial18+ New Adult romance
You met them in Forget Me Not. Now, hear Jack’s story.
Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college as a way out. Desperate to escape the area where he grew up, the people who know his secrets, and his own family, he deals with his problems through alcohol and sex.
When he first sees Lily, she’s the epitome of everything he hates. Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything he knows and assumes about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend and lover, Jack has to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows will only end badly.
Can Lily be one of the few people who can see Jack for who he really is – or will his darkness be too much for her to handle?

Excerpt:
At work, though, the people are real. Both the customers and the staff. During the busy times, we get more douchebags, mostly my classmates who probably should be in the library and not eating a hangover away. Mal is also on this morning. He’s a recovering alcoholic, a total asshole to nearly everyone, and an incredibly shitty employee in a lot of ways. But the dude can cook and when I walk in a couple minutes late with no explanation, Mal just shrugs and hands me an order.
“Big parties last night?”
“Huge party. I spent the night reading Dostoevsky.”
“He a scientist?” Mal flips over the largest slab of ham I have ever seen. For all the sort of dive element of this place, the food is still fucking great.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Eh. Never cared for all that mumbo jumbo. Don’t know any of it and I’m doing just fine.”
That’s something else I admire about Mal. By no one’s standards is he doing just fine. He has a tendency to fall off the wagon as soon as he approaches his ten month anniversary – which he has been doing for likely longer than I have been alive. He’s been married and divorced five times. He has three kids who don’t speak to him. Finally, he only eats the food from the café and he lives in a motel out by the prison. Oh – and he works as a short order cook in a shitty café. But in his mind, life is just fine. Sometimes, I think I need to get a hold of whatever it is that keeps him from losing his shit.
We settle into our routine, since there is little Mal and I can talk about. I can’t discuss Raskolnikov’s character traits and Mal simply has nothing to say. So we cook in silence, but it’s comfortable. After everything I have been through, I feel a strange affinity for this place. Even thinking about leaving when I eventually get the hell out of town makes me a little sad. I hate that it makes me sad. I want to leave with no connections, with no strings.
I go to stick an order on the counter for Liz when I see her. Strawberries. She’s with some dude, who is basically what I pictured when she mentioned her boyfriend. Broad, tan, blond, and eating like a fucking pig. I don’t know what they’re talking about and I can’t see her face, but he loves her. It’s immediately recognizable and I hate him for it. I don’t even know why I hate him for it, since at least maybe he’s not as much of a dick as I would have expected. If we had been placing bets, I would have gone with the safe assumption he had something else on the side to make up for having such a sweet and pure girlfriend. I wonder if maybe she isn’t as innocent as she looks. The thought makes me horny again. I don’t get what is so damn attractive about this typical girl, but something makes me want to taste every inch of her skin.
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