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Friday, April 24, 2015

Book blitz from author Claire Fullerton with 'Dancing to an Irish Reel'

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Twenty five year old Hailey Crossan takes a trip to Ireland during a sabbatical from her job in the LA record business. While there, she’s offered a job too good to turn down, so she stays.
Although Hailey works in Galway, she lives in the countryside of Connemara, a rural area famous for its Irish traditional music. When Hailey meets local musician, Liam Hennessey, a confusing relationship begins, which Hailey thinks is the result of differing cultures, for Liam is married to the music, and so unbalanced at the prospect of love, he won't come closer nor completely go away.
And so begins the dance of attraction that Hailey struggles to decipher. Thankfully, a handful of vibrant local friends come to her aid, and Hailey learns to love a land and its people, both with more charm than she ever imagined.
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EXCERPT

There’s an energy that hangs between strangers even in a crowd. Call it interest, or attraction, or the knowledge of things to come. It is awareness, and I was aware to the exclusion of all activity around me that Liam Hennessey was watching me. He was sitting at the corner of the bar by himself, and because I could feel his gaze upon me like an electrical current, I froze. I did not move an inch because I sensed I didn’t have to, that something would come about with little prompting from me. I don’t know how I knew this, but I was right, it came about within the hour. It began as a series of introductions to people near Liam, and drew itself closer until Liam was introduced to me.
Right before Leigh left, claiming she had to get up early the next day to drive to Cork, Kieran pointed out that the Irish traditional musicians playing in the corner were the father and older brother of the lad sitting at the end of the bar.
“That’s Liam Hennessey at the bar there,” Kieran gestured to my right. “He’s the best box player in Connemara – even in the whole of Ireland, many say. His family is long in Connemara; they’re all players, so. That’s Sean Liam, his da, and his brother Anthony there on the guitar.” Kieran seemed proud to know the facts. He next took my arm and led me straight to Liam.
“I’ve the pleasure of knowing this American here, her name is Hailey,” Kieran announced to Liam.
I had an uneasy feeling. It’s one thing to suspect you’ll cross paths with someone again, and quite another to be fully prepared when it actually happens. For some unknown reason, I kept thinking it was strange to see Liam this far out in the country from Galway, but then again, what did I know? I didn’t know anything about him.
Liam looked at me with large dark eyes and smiled brightly. He was different than I had imagined: he was friendlier, more candid. I assumed because he looked so dark and mysterious, there would be a personality to match. I assumed he would be reserved, aloof, perhaps arrogant in an artistic sort of way. I was paying close attention, and there was none of that about Liam. In seconds, I realized he was a nice guy. I moved a step to my right as an older man approached the bar.
“Would ye give us a hand there,” the man said to Liam, and for the next few minutes, Liam handed pints over his head to a group of men too far from the bar’s edge to grab the glasses themselves. Just then, Kieran said something that set off a chain of events and put the rest of the night in motion.
“Liam, will you watch Hailey for me, I’m off to join the sessiun.” With that, Kieran produced a harmonica from his shirt pocket and walked off to join the musicians in the corner.
I stood at the bar and waited for the next thing to happen. The world seemed to operate in slow motion. All the noise in the room subsided, and the only thing I knew was I was looking directly at Liam Hennessey. I searched his face for imperfections. I had never before seen such beauty in the face of a man. I hoped my thoughts didn’t show on my face. He was so good looking, I wondered why other people in the room weren’t staring at him, then I realized most of Hughes’ patrons knew him and were probably used to the way he looked. I was reticent, unsure of how to speak to Liam, unfamiliar with how provincial he may or may not have been. Words tend to get in the way in moments like this, but they lay in wait just the same.

AUTHOR BIO

Dancing To An Irish Reel - Author PhotoClaire Fullerton is the author of “A Portal in Time” and “Dancing to an Irish Reel,” both from Vinspire Publishing. She is an award winning essayist, a contributor to magazines (including “Southern Writers Magazine”) and a five time contributor to the “Chicken Soup for the Soul” book series. Claire grew up in Memphis, TN and now divides her time between Malibu and Carmel, CA with her husband, two German shepherds and one black cat. Currently, she is writing her third novel.
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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Book blitz for #contemporaryromance 'Fly me to the Moon' from guest author Bev Elle plus #giveaway

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TITLE – Fly Me To The Moon SERIES – N/A AUTHOR – Bev Elle GENRE – Contemporary Romance LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 124 PUBLISHER – Bev Elle Press COVER ARTIST – Amy Queau - Q Designs
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Ticketing agent Jessamy Taylor has been in a dating slump exacerbated by moving her sickly mother into her home. The truth is she's never gotten over the quirky Dr. Griffin Sanderson whose Obsessive Compulsive Disorder drives her crazy, despite his excellent bedside manner.
Fly Me To The Moon is a love song covered by many, the most memorable being Frank Sinatra. Griffin whistles this tune incessantly, but that's just one of the many odd quirks Jessamy Taylor either loves or hates about him. Since their ill-fated love affair two years prior, she's found no one to replace the good doctor.
A date with a self-absorbed jerk goes awry for Jessamy, and somehow the night ends with her in Griffin's arms. Will the changes he's made be enough this time, or will secrets tear them apart?
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EXCERPT

“Look!” Kyla said. “Griffin’s holding the Fowlers’ baby. Now doesn’t that make your ovaries want to explode?”
Jessamy turned her head slowly, knowing the sight would slay her. Griffin never held babies. She took it all in as if in slow motion. Mark was holding their toddler in place as Jenny was cleaning up the sticky popsicle he was covered in, while Griffin was holding the four-month old. He cradled her a bit nervously at first, then he seemed to get his baby-holding legs under him and finally began to smile and talk to her.
Jessamy and Kyla could hear her baby giggle from where they stood. “Aww!” They said in tandem.
“Now that right there ought to earn a man another chance,” Kyla said.
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Bev Elle is the author of sweet and spicy, contemporary romance. She's a lover of books - those already written, and those she harbors in her very active imagination. Writing is a passion she's had for many years, but was unable to act upon. Until now. Bev Elle is the mother of three human children and two canines. She is also the lover of one husband. When Bev isn't writing in her spare time after work, she is thinking of doing so.

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Thursday, April 2, 2015

The lovely @ElodieParkes is my guest with new release, paranormal romance, The Confession Box, #vampires #NSFW excerpt

Gorgeous Rupert Vass is a bartender at Club Coven. He’s seen some things since he started work there, but Rupert isn’t easily shocked, after all he’s a little supernatural himself.

Rupert thinks he’s immune to love and as a lead member of Deep Dream a rock band that often plays at Club Coven he’s never short of offers.

Julianne Montague wants Rupert the moment she sets eyes on him. She’s a journalist for a local Music Magazine and as she visits Club Coven, she slowly becomes aware that the club holds a mystery.

An intoxicating erotic paranormal romance sprinkled with mystery and filled with magic and love.

 Excerpt #NSFW 18+
Rupert swept his hands over every inch of her skin, following with kisses and small flicks of his tongue. Her skin thrilled him, especially on her inner thighs, as he tasted the cream slipping there from her soaking wet pussy. He shed his clothes easily in a second of vampire speed. He lifted her again and laid her on the stack. He kissed her lips, cupping her face in his hands and slowly thrusting his huge cock against her stomach.

She sighed, murmured, groaned, and held him around the hips, pulling him against her.

Rupert pushed her legs apart as he positioned his knee to slip against the moisture between her legs. He kissed her all the way down her neck and back up to her lips, whispering sweet things to her. He waited until she’d ground her pussy against his knee and then he thrust two fingers up into her tight slick channel.

Her moan wet his mouth as he hovered near her lips and pumped his fingers in her pussy. Sensations burned over him. His cock throbbed. His thighs weakened. His skin tingled as spikes of raw sexual desire ran over his highly sensitive body. Rupert moved his fingers from her pussy and dragged her legs further apart. He lifted her under the ass. His mouth watered to taste her cream and he bent his head. As he sucked on her clit, her moans sounded in his ears and he soaked up the pleasure in the tone. He nipped at her clit, lapped at her folds, bit at her inner thighs, and then as she groaned and writhed beneath his face, he pushed two fingers into her pussy to find the spot his years of practice told him would bring her great pleasure. He stroked there as he lapped at her clit and savored the scent of her sex drifting onto his face.

Suzette came with a cry. She thrust down on his fingers and grabbed at his hair to hold him in place.

Rupert closed his eyes as her pussy clenched on his fingers and he let the quivering in her clit vibrate on his tongue. His cock ached to fill her. He groaned, too, with the pleasure of waiting to come and the knowledge of what he’d given Suzette.

Her orgasm was long. She milked his fingers and he licked at her clit to prolong it for her. When she finally stilled, he kissed up her body to her lips and kissed her mouth hard as he thrust his cock into her.

The pleasure of the slow thrust was so great he moaned into her mouth.

 Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Ra Jones Publishing
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About Elodie
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: 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.
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She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
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