Archive | October 16, 2014

Primal Blog Tour 10/16/14


by Sasha White
Genre: BDSM Erotic
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BDSM club owner Adam Kessler is no one’s hero. He joined the army to get away from the gang-life that had taken his brother, only to come home to heartache. He doesn’t hide his dominant side, and he doesn’t hesitate in his need to protect or enforce his particular brand of retribution on those who’ve earned it. There’s no way in hell he could walk past a man hassling a woman in an empty parking lot and do nothing. Only when the confrontation is over and the voluptuous blonde turns eyes filled with desire to him, does Adam realize he’s in trouble.
Psychologist Olivia Lang grew up with the proverbial silver spoon, and has never regretted spending more time on her career than on romance, until she meets Adam Kessler. He’s rough, tough, and ten years her junior…and she wants him.
Passion burns quick and hot between them and soon they’re caught up in an intensely carnal relationship that niether can deny. But when Olivia’s life is threatened and Adam shows her just how dangerous he can be, will it be too much for the civilized psychologist to handle, or will she truly accept the man and win her hero’s heart?

Fun Facts

1 I’ve ridden an elephant in Nepal and an Ostrich in South Africa.

2 I’ve jumped off a cliff, and a bridge…into rivers both times.

3 I’ve never been on a real date. You know, the kind where a guy picks you up and home and take you out. Which is probably why you’ll rarely see that happen in my stories.

4 When I decided I wanted to ‘be a writer’, the first thing I ever wrote was a travel story, A HAT TRICK IN NEPAL, and it was published in a travel periodical, along with a couple of my photo’s.

5 I quite college after one year to be a bartender.

6 The Boondock Saints is one of my all time favorite movies. Along with Practical Magic, Thelma and Louise and The Fifth Element.

7 Going to a movie by myself, and not sharing my popcorn, is heaven.

8 With an Italian mother and Irish father, I was raised Roman Catholic, but don’t believe in organized religion. I DO believe in spirituality.

9 When I decided I wanted to ‘be a writer’, the first thing I ever wrote was a travel story, A HAT TRICK IN NEPAL, and it was published in a travel periodical, along with a couple of my photo’s.

10 I want to believe in reincarnation, but am unsure.

Read Something White Hot.
Gifted with a salacious imagination, Sasha White’s decadent brand of Romance with Heat, and Erotica with Heart is all about sassy women and sexy alpha men. With a voice that is called “distinctive and delicious” by The Romance Studio, Sasha White has published over a dozen stories ranging from contemporary romance to paranormal and is recognized as one the top authors of the genre.
You can find Sasha’s stories with publishers such as Kensington Aphrodisia, Berkley Heat, Black Lace Erotica, and Samhain Publishing. This Canadian author loves to hear from her readers and you can contact her through her website.

The Paris Secrets Trilogy by Michele Renae Book Blitz &Rafflecopter giveaway 10/16/14

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Book Title: The Paris Secrets Trilogy
Author: Michele Renae
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 1, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions


Now get all three stories in the Paris Secrets trilogy in one volume! Included are WINDOW, SCREEN, and the exciting conclusion SKIN.

WINDOW: The first time she sees her new neighbor, his sexy smile arouses her curiosity—and her desires. His hard, chiseled muscles and playful invitations are irresistible. Bared before their windows, framed and displayed above the streets of Paris, they embark upon a provocative affair.

Their daring game of exhibitionism lures her back for more and more, and she quickly realizes he is the man she has dreamed about.

Yet she’s never heard his voice. Never felt his touch. Never thought she’d experience something this exquisite.

Or this bold…

SCREEN: She fell willingly, seduced by the erotic foreignness of all that he was. Words can be more powerful than touch. Stimulate and engage the senses, then watch what happens…

They began a daring affair a few weeks ago, baring skin, sensual secrets—their very souls—before their bedroom windows, situated across the street from one another. Now they’ve taken it to the next level. The laptop screen has added sound to their intimate liaisons, and his voice, that delicious French accent, is oh, so sexy. His laughter teases good shivers across her skin, and his sensual commands seduce her deeper into a world of erotic play. Fantasies lure them into a new intimacy and a surprising trust that the two strangers who have never touched welcome.

Yet frustrations grow as she pines for his touch. They must meet. Soon. But a secret is revealed that will challenge their desires and the trust both have earned.

SKIN: Are you ready for two bodies to collide in an irresistible crush of desire? They’ve experimented with sight, voice, and trust in their inventive sexual romps that began as a flirtatious affair before a window and advanced to provocative cyber sex. He fell in love with her. She is still waiting for his touch.

Exquisite. Bold. Gorgeous. Those are the words that lured her into the Frenchman’s heart. She is the American woman who has learned to set her inner vixen free, and he is the handsome and light-hearted Monsieur Sexy.

Finally the lovers abandon their apprehensions and come together. All senses are engaged, including the delicious glide of his masterful hands over her skin. A dashing musketeer, black velvet Louboutins, and Da Vinci’s mysterious Mona Lisa all become a part of their liaisons. It is easy to fall into a trusting relationship that feels as if it were meant to be.

But there are yet challenges that will try their connection and which will force them to decide, once and for all, if they were meant for one another…

…or if secrets will break them apart.

Meet the Author

Michele Hauf is an author of over 60 stories in the fantasy, action/adventure, historical and paranormal romance genres, and writes erotica as Michele Renae.

Michele is good at daydreaming, kitty wrangling, navigating Paris from memory, and locating parking spots close to the front door. She is not so good at making bath bombs, being patient in line at the Post Office, and reading only one book at a time.


I pulled aside the sheer and attempted to engage x-ray vision to see through his curtains. The way the night muted the window I couldn’t see well, though if the curtain were open his light would reveal the interior of his bedroom as if it were a diorama lit up at a museum.

When the curtains suddenly parted, I panicked and almost slammed the sheers shut, yet made the save by raising my glass in a silent toast.

“Just your friendly peeping Jane,” I muttered. “Can’t sleep?” I wondered.

The man held up a glass of milk and rubbed his eyes in the universal signal of sleeplessness.

I lifted my glass in another toast, and he matched it. We drank our respective libations. If a girl could get drunk off water, it was going to happen when the view was so tantalizing.

He leaned a shoulder against the window, brazenly unselfconscious of the fact that he stood in only his boxer briefs—that emphasized his package nicely. Or maybe he was aware and wanted me to take a good long look.

I did. And I wished it was my birthday. Or Christmas. This Catholic chick would even settle for Hanukah at this point. Right now any reason to open a package was good by me. As I assessed the abundant gift displayed behind glass and cotton, it hardened noticeably, forming a nice firm bulge that angled toward his hip. It must serve a good handful for him.

I sucked in my lower lip.

Call it lack of sleep. Call it needing to get laid more often than the once every month or so rotation I’d been on lately. Call it…fascinated by his soft, sexy smile that twinkled in his eyes, and that extremely enticing, hard, huge package.

He winked at me.

My heartbeats stopped for a full ten seconds. Count out ten seconds. That is one hell of a long time. His sexy wink stole away my breath and threatened to keep it from me. His regard glided over my heart, stunning it still with a powerful beguilement spell.

Smirking, I resumed breathing. Arousal tended to make me breathe faster. My heartbeats kicked back into gear, though a little faster and lighter now, like butterflies beating the airstream that encircled the universe.

Touching the empty water glass to my lips, I dipped a lash flutter at him. I wasn’t an expert in flirtation, but I’d read books, and had actually researched different forms of kissing for a romance novelist. I pointed at him, and gave him the thumbs up sign.

He lowered his head in an embarrassed shrug. A few dark curls spilled over his ear, and he brushed them back. Could the man be any cuter?

Setting his glass of milk on a marble-topped dresser across from the end of his bed, he then put his forearm to the window and propped his palm against a temple. His gaze sought mine and I let him have the connection. Or was it my soul he’d connected to? Could souls flutter?

No, wait. I was getting ahead of myself. It was just a look shared between two people who stood, scantily clad, in their respective windows. No soul mating going on here, folks. Move along. No pictures allowed behind this line.

What he did next was to be my undoing. I just wouldn’t know it for months to come. He pointed to me, holding the gesture for a few seconds…then, he made a motion of slipping the robe from my shoulder.

Eyebrow lifting, I defied him with a tilt of my head. My slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length hair spilled off one shoulder. Cheeky of him. Very forward. I wasn’t that kind of girl.

But right now I needed to be that kind of girl more than I needed to breathe.

He shrugged and splayed his palms in a ‘what can I say?’ gesture.

And for some reason, maybe lack of sleep, or glue-induced insanity, I tapped into the vixen I knew existed somewhere inside me. That part of me who pranced before the mirror on tiptoes when I tried on a new dress or a sexy pair of panties. The seductress who pursed her lips at the reflection in the mirror, yet who shuddered at the idea of actually doing such a thing before a real, live, breathing male.

Oh, tiny vixen. It’s your time to shine. Or at least turn up the dimmer switch to the next level of brightness.

I slipped the yellow silk robe from my shoulder. Taking particular notice of the slide of fabric over my skin, I focused on that instead of the man watching me. Swift, light, as if a brush of a lover’s hand, it sent a shiver down my arm and perked the hairs over goose flesh. The silk draped above my breast, the little embroidered bee crushed within the folds.

As I shifted my shoulders back, allowing the other sleeve to drop down, the robe spilled even further, both sleeves landing at the crooks of my elbows. My nipples tightened, much less from the fabric, and more from anticipation. Or was it fear? The tremble in my chest gave me away. But I was determined, so I continued.

I didn’t feel compelled to cup my hands before my breasts, so the lightweight fabric splayed open, shifting across my skin in delicious tingles, and inspiring a heavy inhale of courage on my part.

The man’s smile deepened, and he nodded at the sight of my exposed breasts. His thumbs up sign didn’t seem lecherous so much as a quiet thank you. Because there I stood, in the middle of the night, exposing myself to a complete stranger who I hardly knew. Hell, I didn’t know him at all.

Wait. The other night’s window wave and book sharing counted as a first meeting, right? Sure, we were old friends.

Struggling with the weirdness of my newly-emerged exhibitionism and the need to wrap the silk back across my breasts and flee for safety under the comforter, I exhaled slowly and breathed in through my nose. Aware that the action lifted my breasts, I noticed that he was even more acutely tuned in.

Too much. Too fast. What the hell are you doing?

Right. Enough with playing the wanton for the night. I pulled up the robe, kissed the palm of my hand and blew him a kiss. Then I shuffled into bed and switched off the lamp.

Snuggling into the sheets, my head crushing into the pillow, I closed my eyes. A smile curled my mouth. I’d never done anything so brazen before. Ever. It was completely out of character.

My introvert’s crown had just tilted. And the vixen within giggled.

I wondered if he was still standing there, waiting for my return? Dare I look?

I pulled up the comforter to my nose.

“Tomorrow night,” I whispered. “It’ll be his turn to reveal something to me.”

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Sinful Rewards #3 By Cynthia Sax Blog Tour 10/16/14

Author Name: Cynthia Sax
Book Title: Sinful Rewards #3
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Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.
Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?

Sinful Rewards #4

Four years ago, Bee Carter left her tiny hometown, escaping her tormenters. She concealed her tarnished reputation under a good-girl persona, hiding her history from Nicolas, her strong and silent billionaire; Hawke, her tattooed bad-boy biker; and Cyndi, her man-crazy best friend.
Today, she’s returning home … and she’s not alone. Some of her deepest, darkest secrets will be revealed. Trust will be tested. Clothing and inhibitions will be discarded. Bee and her hometown will never be the same.
When her past and her present collide, will any of Bee’s relationships survive?

Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?

Belinda “Bee” Carter isn’t quite sure what she’s gotten herself into. She’s been receiving mysterious messages from a secret admirer who is sending her more and more erotic dares. Each time she fulfills his desires, she gets rewarded. She’s convinced that her mystery texter is one of two super-hot men—Nicolas, the handsome billionaire, or Hawke, the sexy biker—but she can’t tell which one it is. And she’s coming to realize that beneath her peaches-and-cream exterior beats a heart that longs to play out all of her most secret fantasies.
As the stakes are raised again, will Bee succumb to the sensual allure of this latest dare?

Author Bio:
Author of over 65 books, Cynthia Sax is a brilliant writer who can make you care about a demon or an alien just as much as she could for a human. Her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, but they will do anything for the women they love, and they love the same woman forever.
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you”, they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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