Watch Me, Baby Book Blitz 7/22/14



Watch Me Baby
by Kristin Secorsky
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Alison is a gorgeous yet socially awkward assistant in the human resources department. Never dating often, Alison prefers her cyber world. She meets Colin, a sexy new hire in the IT department who catches her looking at naughty pictures on her phone at work. This embarrassing first introduction turns into a steamy weekend of online cybersex between her and Colin. After watching each other online, they are ready to do more than just watch when Monday comes around.

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Anna Karam enjoys reading and writing erotica. She currently has three self-published erotic short stories out. Anna lives with her family in Texas.

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            I need some sexy time…and a drink.
I stared at the little clock in the bottom right hand corner of my computer. Hurry up five o’clock! I have forty
minutes left at work before I can get out of there for the weekend. I look
around my drab cubicle surveying the contents: calendar, tissue, hand
sanitizer, lotion, a big refillable coffee mug for my caffeine addiction, and a
picture of my cat. Yes my big, fluffy, white Persian cat, Sebastian. His big,
blue eyes stared back at me looking bored. Oh
my God I am so pathetic
. My workspace didn’t have pictures of kids or a
husband…not even a boyfriend.
            My last relationship ended badly,
which is why I was now working as an assistant in the human resources
department instead of running it like at my last job. I made the mistake of
sleeping with my old boss. I quit my job when that didn’t work out and took a
lower paying job as an assistant just so I could keep my condo.
            Thirty
minutes left
! I begin filing away documents and saving open files on my
computer. When there was nothing left to do, I opened up Facebook on my Iphone
and scrolled down the wall. Who
cares…cute…blah blah blah…
I kept passing mindless posts but paused when I
saw a scorching hot image from one of my favorite erotica authors that I follow
online. All I could see was a naked woman straddling a man on end of a bed with
his face buried in her pussy. The woman’s hand gripped the sides of his head as
she gazed down, watching him devour her. Fuck
that is so hot
! I feel a familiar tingling between my thighs. I stare at
the sexy image, knowing I would need to go straight home and take out my
rabbit.
            “Excuse me,” a male voice says,
interrupting my dirty fantasies.
             I slam my phone down on my desk quickly and
look up embarrassed as if he knew what I had been looking at. I felt the warmth
of blood rushing to my cheeks as I stare up at the sexiest man I had seen in
some time. He appeared to be in his late twenties like myself, short brown
hair, blue eyes, and stubble I want to rub my pussy against. Don’t fantasize about him while you talk to
him
! My mind is screaming at myself to stay focused as I try to find words
to talk to him.
            He chuckles and smiles at me
flirtatiously. “Are you alright?”
            “Yes,” I say breathily. “I’m sorry
you just caught me off guard. Can I help you?”
            “Is Deb still around?”
            “No she left early to take her kid
to the dentist. Is there something I can do for you?” I ask. My mind
immediately returns to the dirty path. Maybe
something I can do TO you
?
            “Yes, there is something you can do
for me,” he says mysteriously. “But for now I need to leave this new hire
paperwork with someone.”
            “I can take it. Debbie would just have
given it to me to process anyway. I will let her know you left it with me
though.”
            “Thank you,” he replied. “I’m Colin
by the way.
            “Alison,” I reply shyly. I am not
good with people. Call it shyness or social anxiety but I feel most comfortable
in my little online world. I don’t go out often to meet people, which is
probably why I got mixed up with my old boss. “Nice to meet you, Colin. What
department do you work in?”
            “IT,” he replies. “I am a computer
geek.”
            I laugh and he smiles at me. He
bends over inches away from my face, presses the button on my Iphone, and
slides the unlock button, opening up the screen to the naughty picture I had
been looking at moments before he came to my desk. God he smells good…like Dolce & Gabbana.
             “I
had to get a second look at that,” he says, looking at the bright screen. 
            Second
look
! I realize he had seen my phone when he came to my desk. I stare at
him open-mouthed and embarrassed. I had been too distracted by his delicious
scent and his proximity to realize what he was doing with my phone. 
            Colin winks at me and gives me a
devilish smile, “Naughty girl…” Then he walks off, tapping the top of my
cubicle with his hand as he passes by. “Have a good weekend, Alison,” he calls
out from the other side of the cubicle. I have never been so embarrassed in my
life. How will I ever be able to look him in the face again? I am never calling for IT help…ever!

The Spirit of the Wolf by Karen Kay Release Day & Rafflecopter giveaway 7/22/14

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The Spirit of the Wolf
by Karen Kay
The Lost Clan #2
Publication Date: July 22, 2014 
Genres: HistoricalRomance 
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Synopsis:  The end of a curse hides behind a riddle—and the final clue in the heart of a woman.

The Lost Clan, Book 2

Grey Coyote stands on the knife edge of desperation. An ancient curse dooms his people to a half-life in the mists, neither living nor dead—unless he can solve a deceptively simple riddle. As time runs short, he’s sure the answer lies in beating a white trapper in a game of chance.

Among the trapper’s possessions, though, is a prize he never expected. A golden-haired woman as beautiful, delicate and stubborn as a prairie rose.

One moment Marietta Welsford is wondering how long it will take her hired guide to finish his game so she can hurry home to Rosemead, the English estate to which she hopes to lay claim. The next, she is abandoned with a man whose magnetism tugs at her body and soul, and makes her heart out-thunder the storm.

With so little time to lift the enchantment, Grey Coyote at first views Marietta as a trickster-sent distraction. But as sure as the star that guides him, it soon becomes clear she is the clue that could ultimately free his people…and capture his heart.

 

 

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It was with a shock she realized she had no recollection of what had happened or where she was. How had she come to be leaning against another human being? Slowly, she drew in her breath, and without daring to move her head—which had fallen back on a muscular shoulder—she opened her eyes and peeked downward.

Sure enough, she was sitting astride a horse, and there was an arm around her middle…a buckskin-clad arm. Curiously, she studied the brown-tanned hand of her captor, noting the long fingers…fingers that held her tightly within their grasp.

This was not the hand of Jacques LaCroix.

Where was she?

Gradually, gently, so as not to alert the one who held her, she turned her head to the side, glancing upward at her captor’s face.

She gasped aloud.

“Careful,” said a male voice in English, his words colored with an unusual accent. He gazed down at her. “You might frighten the horses.”

Horses?

Again, she chanced a glance upward. This time she sat upright and screamed.

It was an Indian holding her, one who was painted for war, or at least he might have been once upon a time. The paint was almost gone now, rivulets of it running down his face.

The man sighed before he said, on a note that held little patience, “If you must wail like a child now that you are awake, I will have to place a cloth around your mouth. I fear that if you scream again, you will scare the horses.”

Scare the horses? What about her?

Where was she? Who was this man? Where was LaCroix? Yellow Swan? What had happened?

She couldn’t remember anything, except an early morning, Jacques LaCroix offering her coffee, and…

“He…he…” As the previous events fell quickly into place, she stumbled on her words, fearing to speak. After a moment, she could no longer hold her tongue. “You…you drugged me.”

“I have done no such thing,” said the man, whose arm still remained around her, as though to steady her.

“No, but you managed to bribe my guide to do it for you, didn’t you?”

Hiya. You are upset. That is to be expected, but do not accuse me of things that I have not done.”

It was odd. The man’s voice, sounding quietly bored, seemed to reach out to her. And although it calmed her, Marietta was beyond such tactics. “If not that, then why am I here?” She scooted forward as well as she could, trying to put distance between her hips and this man’s. But the pony was small.

“Before he put you to sleep, did your husband not tell you all that was to happen?”

“Husband?”

Hau, husband.”

Marietta shook her head, hoping to clear her thoughts. Had she gone to sleep only to awaken in a different time and place?

When she shot another glance behind her to better see her enemy, her eyes met those the exact color of the blackest night. Her stomach dropped.

This was not simply an Indian. This was the man from the Minnetaree village, the same one who had been gambling with Jacques LaCroix, the man she had dared to think might be handsome.

And he had stolen her.

Glaring at him, she murmured, “I remember you.”

She witnessed his brief nod before he gave her a considering glance. “I am surprised.”

“Surprised?” She waited in vain for an explanation.

After several moments he said, “Perhaps your husband did not make his meaning understood.”

Marietta opened her mouth to refute that word, husband, but the Indian was continuing. “I won the game of Cos-soo. You were part of the winnings, and—”

“I was what?”

The man behind her drew in yet another long breath, as though he were weary of the whole affair. In a voice he might have used to address a five-year-old, he said slowly, “Your husband told me that he…informed you of this before he gave you too much corn liquor.”

“Before he…?” She gulped. “Pardon me, Mister… Ah, I don’t know your name.”

The Indian didn’t answer the indirect question.

Marietta tried once more. “Mister…? You do have a name, don’t you?”

The man still didn’t reply, and Marietta attempted again to scoot forward.

At length, the man sat up, appearing like he were about to say something of importance, but he hesitated, while Marietta held her breath. “A warrior does not speak his own name.”

“Oh.” Marietta shot a glance over her shoulder. “Then what am I to call you?”

He shrugged but didn’t enlighten her.

Marietta closed her eyes and shook her very wet head. “Oh, this is perfect. Well, Mr…” she hesitated, “…Rainmaker-who-steals-women…”

She thought she saw him smile, but the gesture was so swiftly gone, she was not certain of it.

Another silence ensued. However, after a moment or two, she squared back her shoulders and began, “Well, Mr. Rainmaker, as I was saying, this may come as a shock to you, but I am not married. I have no husband.”

Again, she chanced a quick glance behind her, but perhaps her look was too swift. She could discern no reaction from the man at all. When he spoke, all he said was, “I am talking about the man who brought you to the Minnetaree village, the scout, LaCroix.”

“Scout LaCroix? Oh, you must mean Jacques LaCroix, of course. He is not my husband.”

“Yet you travel with him.”

“Yes.” Her ire rose. “Good Lord, is it a crime for a woman to travel with a man in this country? I did hire a maid to accompany me. I employed Jacques LaCroix to take me to a particular village. He is not my husband.”

“But he is.”

“No, he is not.”

The man paused. “You do not understand. In this country, when a woman travels, she goes alone, with her husband, or with other women. To be with a man who is not her husband…alone… Her reputation will be marred.”

“Yes, well, perhaps it is a good thing then that my birth does not originate from this country, and that I don’t care about my reputation.”

The man didn’t utter a word, but by his silence, Marietta felt that he must certainly disapprove. It compelled her to say, “Mr. Rainmaker…”

“Grey Coyote,” he finally supplied. “My name is Grey Coyote.”

“Very good. Thank you.” She nodded, her demeanor sweet and one that might have spoken well for her had they been discussing a harmless subject over a cup of tea and a tray of biscuits. “Now, Mr. Coyote, understand, I was not alone. Yellow Swan, my maid, accompanied me. Also, where I come from, a woman may travel anywhere she pleases, and she may even hire a guide to take her to places, particularly if she does not know the lay of the land. And this is what I did. I engaged Jacques LaCroix, paid him money—gold—to bring me to St. Louis…a town farther south of here. That is all there is to it. Jacques LaCroix is no more my husband than you are.” She paused for emphasis. “And yet I am traveling with you.”

The rain began to fall a little harder, drowning out whatever the man might say. Despite this, she thought she heard Grey Coyote state, “I am your husband.”

“What was that?” she said, addressing the man behind her.

Patiently, as though women were a breed apart from men, Grey Coyote repeated slowly, “I am your husband.”

 

About the Author

Karen Kay

Author of seventeen American Indian Historical Romances, Karen Kay aka Gen Bailey, has been praised by reviewers and fans alike for bringing the Wild West alive for her readers.

Karen Kay, whose great grandmother was a Choctaw Indian, is honored to be able to write about something so dear to her heart, the American Indian culture.

“With the power of romance, I hope to bring about an awareness of the American Indian’s concept of honor, and what it meant to live as free men and free women. There are some things that should never be forgotten.”

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Author Spotlight for Claudia Y. Burgoa & Rafflecopter giveaway 7/21/14

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Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure.

She now lives in Colorado working as a CFO for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

Get to know Claudia:

What’s the best thing about being an author?

I enjoy playing with the character’s lives delineating their outcome and in my own world making things better… or worse.

Are you inspired by any particular books or authors?

I think I have the influence of every author and book I ever read, trying to pinpoint a specific one is hard.

What are your must have writing accessories?

Wireless keyboard, tea and music.

What advice would you give aspiring writers?

Don’t give up, write, write, write and write.

If you could work with any author who would it be?

Oscar Wilde

What sort of books do you personally enjoy to read?

Like music, I’ve eclectic taste. I enjoy about every genre—except horror, I’ve read only a few of those in my life time.

If you were writing a book about your life, what would the title be?

Unbelievable, it can only happen to me!

Tell us a little about Next to You?

Next To You is the sequel to Where Life Takes You, it starts right after the first book ended. This book is written from Daniel’s POV, as oppose as WLTY where we follow the story from Becca’s side. Daniel tells you what is life without his best friend, his own healing journey and happiness.

What traits do you and Becca have in common?

My love for chocolate

Who designed the book cover?

Damonza

What was the hardest part of writing the book?

Writing the entire book from the perspective of Daniel, and making the decision to cut the number of letters between Dan and Becca. We didn’t want the reader to fall asleep after letter number 10.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Standing By, the second book of the Knight series; to be released around mid-September and I’m working on a new Sci-Fi Nix Terra.

Synopsis

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…I need time. Time to heal those wings and learn to use them…

Was part of the letter Rebecca Trent, Daniel Brightmore’s fiancée and best friend left when she ran away. The person he trusted the most for the past decade disappeared without giving him a second glance. She taught him how to love, believe in family and that everyone deserves a happily ever after. Now he’s struggling between wiping any traces of her from his life and drowning his sorrows away with the help of his new best friends—Don Julio and Jack Daniels.

Her

Rebecca’s past suffocated her to the point of not wanting to continue, her lifeline and the only reason to live began to withdraw from her. She wished it had been her imagination, but heard it loud and clear: “If not, there’s always a divorce, nothing is forever.” This time it became a leave or die situation. Something has got to change—she had to change. Packing light and leaving a letter behind, she takes a journey that can help her find herself through the shards of her painful childhood.

As letters, memories and stories are exchanged, two once inseparable people reconcile what’s left of their relationship. Beyond the confines of everything they built together, they’re left with two lonely people searching for what it means to be whole. Will they find meaning under their bruised psyches or will their pasts get the better of them?

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As I step outside the elevator and come close to my office, Betsy my efficient fifty some year old assistant with the pressed tailored suit and blond bob opens her eyes wide. She straightens her posture and I know her back stiffens right when I reach her desk, though she says nothing. The grimace on her face feels like a judgment and some part of me wants to apologize, though the rest of me wins and I choose to ignore her.

“Coffee Sir?” she asks as I take the messages from the tray on the left corner of her desk where she usually leaves them in the morning without answering. “Mr. Brightmore.” She clears her throat and finally stops typing. “Dr. Vadapalli called earlier and asked me to send you home if you came by. You need to rest.”

A grunt escapes me, home… there’s no fucking home. My new address is down the block in the Presidential suite of one of the hotels I own, but I refrain from giving her those specifics since she knows them well enough.

“Raj Vadapalli isn’t the one running this company,” I remind her while reading through my messages. “As I recall, I’m the one who signs your paycheck.”

Ty, Buddy, Raj and Ashley have left messages, all of them telling me to go home. Call them, they are here for me. It has been four days. Four fucking days since I came home to find the letter on top of her pillow with the pink diamond ring next to it, saying ‘goodbye, have a fucking nice life.’ Fucking bitch.

“Shh,” Betsy hisses while setting her index finger on top of her lips, like a school librarian chiding a child. “Mr. Brightmore, are you drunk again?”

“Nope,” I answer standing up as straight as I can. “Again would imply that I let the buzz go, and I won’t… Hold my calls.” I bang her desk a couple of times with the crystal paperweight that reads employee of the year. It was a present from Rebecca to her. “I’m in the mood to destroy a company or two.”

After that, I head into my office, but stop right in the threshold. “Did you cancel the wedding?” A question I had been meaning to ask yesterday… or whenever Raj sent me home. Unlike today, when he said I needed to be responsible. “Because she said no wedding.” I place a hand inside my pants pocket and fidget with the ring she returned. “How stupid is that? You know, I have women throwing themselves at my feet on a daily basis. Women who are more willing to do whatever shit I tell them to do. Anyone would do anything to be Mrs. Brightmore… and she dumped me.” Betsy doesn’t seem to assimilate it quiet yet. That makes me say it louder. “She dumped me.” There’s no response from her part and I walk back to her desk and grab the phone handle, then press the keys to access the company speaker and say it again. This time separating the words, so they sink in. “Rebecca. Trent. Dumped. Me.”

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Mr X by Clarissa Wild Release Day &Rafflecopter giveaway 7/21/14

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Mr. X
by Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: July 21, 2014 
Genres: ContemporaryDarkEroticaRomance 

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Synopsis: *Author Note: This is not your average romance story. Some people will kill for love.*

He’s come to kill me.

I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In the darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.

Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.

I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X; the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?

WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, breath depravation, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence, which may be considered triggers.

About the Author: Clarissa Wild is the Amazon Bestselling Romance author of FIERCE, a top 200 and top 15 New Adult Romance novel. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Cowgirl Crazy (#2, Cowboy Way) by Author Becky McGraw Release Day 7/21/14

 

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Author Becky McGraw
July 21st

 

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Blurb:
Twyla Taylor is one frustrated cowgirl. She’s not winning at barrel racing or in love. She’s spent ten years nursing a crush on her brother’s best friend,
Ryan Easter, who thinks of her as no more than his little sister. When Twyla catches Ryan with yet another no-good buckle bunny, and calls him out, he
tells her to get a life, and that is exactly what she decides to do. One that does not include a buckle-bunny-chasing cowboy with a bad attitude, or an
overbearing older brother.

 

Ryan Easter is one frustrated cowboy. He’s winning every night at bronc riding, and has a different woman in every city. Mostly so he can keep his best
friend’s fiery little sister, and his desire for her, at bay. Since she grew those proud little breasts of hers, and mile-long legs, Ryan has had to fight
his attraction to her. If her brother knew what he was thinking, he would kill Ryan, if her daddy didn’t first. Ryan valued the surrogate family the
Taylor’s provided him with too much to ever go there with their youngest member.

 

His diversion techniques work like a charm, until one night he pushes her too far, and Twyla takes off. Ryan knows he has to find her quickly and
apologize, or face his best friend’s wrath. He finds Twyla in Dallas and decides she’s definitely gone cowgirl crazy. He barely recognizes her, because his
barrel-racing tomboy is wearing makeup that looks like it was put on with a putty knife and she’s working at a bar which borders on a cowgirl strip club.
When she isn’t serving shots off of her stomach, she’s shaking her round ass for any man with a dollar to shove into the waistband of her barely-there
shorts.
Twyla refuses to leave with him, and Ryan knows he better make his final arrangements, or come up with another way to convince her and fast.

 

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Fate’s Mistake by Brandace Morrow Cover Reveal & Rafflecopter giveaway 7/20/14

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Book Title: Fate’s Mistake
Author: Brandace Morrow
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 19, 2014
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He was the perfect gentleman, and my parents adored him. In time, I learned to adore him too. I married him. He was my forever.

Until the day he hit me.

Five years went by with the speed of a ticking clock, counting down my life one painful second at a time.

Until Danny. Danny saw me. Danny was my hero.

Danny was the one I was supposed to be with. But now I’m broken, shattered into pieces too jagged to fit back together.Isn’t that what fate is? Puzzles fit together by an unseen hand to form a life worth living. So when fate makes a mistake, who fixes it?

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Brandace Morrow is a full time mom of four, and currently stationed overseas with her sexy soldier. Her recent obsessions are Maroon 5, Luke Bryan, The Pretty Reckless, rum and coke, and reading, in no particular order. Despite being terribly awkward with social media, she’s everywhere. Frequently subjecting the public to pictures of her minion’s messes, and everything that is momdom in the Morrow house.

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