Archive | July 22, 2014

Sinfully Naughty Release Day 7/22/14



Sinfully Naughty

by Mina Carter

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Five Sinfully Naughty Stories! Let us take you on a journey of seduction and desire with this bundle of contemporary and paranormal tales from bestselling author Mina Carter.
**Coming End July 2014!**
Claimed by the Blade – He’s waited years to claim her. Tonight, she’s all out of excuses…
Thrill of the Night – She walked away from the life years ago. Will she trade safety and security to be in his arms?
Tori’s Secret – She’s trying to find Mr. Right. So far all she’s found are Mr. Arrogant, Mr. Self-Obsessed and Mr. Downright Scary. But is she looking in the right places? Is her Mr.Right something more than human?
Hitting on the Hooker – One sexy rugby player. One chance encounter. One explosive night neither will ever forget.
Siren’s Seduction – Half mermaid, half… something else, Dualla’s always been the odd one out. A healer like her mother, she’s had the same dream for years — dreams of a man who is more than a man, and a dragon with purple scales who sets the sea on fire. A warrior to her mystic. A man with a broken heart… one Dualla knows she was born to heal.





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Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days.
So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all…
(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)
The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.


Teaser Tuesday 7/22/14

Teaser Tuesday

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Title: Torrent
Author: Gemma James
Genre: New Adult/Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 22, 2014

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Title: Without You Here
Author: Carter Ashby
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 9, 2014

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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.

Meet Anna

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

Excerpt

            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.

 

 

Excerpt from Spirit of the Wolf

 

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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