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Kissing My Killer by Helena Newbury Release Blitz 11/20/15


Kissing My Killer

by Helena Newbury (Goodreads Author)
He was sent to kill me. So why can’t I resist his touch? A full-length standalone Russian Mafia romance with no cliffhanger.

I know I should be afraid of him. He’s huge. Powerful. Cold as ice.

But when he looks into my eyes, he can’t pull the trigger. And the way he gazes at me makes me weak.

Now we’re on the run together. They say he’s a monster, but I’ve glimpsed the person inside.

The man sent to kill me is the only one who can save me…and I might be the only one who can save him.

Recommended for 18+ due to adult scenes. Trigger advisory inside book.

Gabriella meets Alexei for the first time

It’s fair to say I was distracted. I heard the big guy move, in front of me, and just assumed that he’d move to the left, towards the little rack of milk and sugar and wooden stirrers. It was only when I took a step forward that I found he’d just turned around, and now we were practically touching.
I looked up.
And up.
My first impression was one of hardness. Everything about him was brutal, but not brutal and ugly. Brutal and beautiful. His suit was so black and its creases so sharp that it looked as if it would hurt, if you ran your hand down it. His gray raincoat glistened like a wet sword blade. The sheer size of him—a head taller than me and heavily muscled—made me think of some military machine, all power and strength. He looked as if he could go through a brick wall.
His shirt may have been white and pure, but it only worked to contrast the danger underneath. A powerful chest swelled under the soft fabric, pushing it out, drawing my eyes to follow the hard lines of him all the way to his shoulders. The collar almost hid his tattoos—I could see the very edge of them, a hair-width line of blue-black on his tan skin. There was no way to know what they were. But the very fact they were designed to be hidden meant they must be some sort of code, only to be revealed to the right people. I wanted to be one of those people.
He was gorgeous…but in a way I’d never seen before. His face was utterly uncompromising, as if a sculptor had carved it from ice-cold granite, filing away rock to form the high cheekbones, chiseling out that solid jaw. The fact he was still wet from the rain only added to the effect. It was like watching raindrops slide down a rugged cliff face, chasing each other over the valley of his upper lip, sliding down over the swell of his full lower lip—the one part of him that looked soft—and breaking up as they hit his darkly-stubbled jaw. He was thunderstorm-beautiful.
I heard coffee hit the ground and realized he’d spilled it towards himself, rather than spill it down my front. I looked down at his shoes, now steaming and wet. Then I looked back up and—
This time our eyes met and I felt a wrench. Like something had caught hold of my soul as it flitted along in life and brought it to an immediate, shuddering stop.
His eyes were steel-gray, shockingly light. I’ve never seen eyes like them, bright and clear but completely without warmth. Eyes that decided your fate in a millisecond. They had such an utter sense of purpose that they made everyone else look as if they were sleepwalking. Being under his gaze was scary as all hell. If I could have remembered how to move, I would have taken a step back. They were eyes that made you run.
As I stared into them, I thought I saw them change. I thought I saw the faintest hint of blue, like clouds breaking apart to reveal the sky. And that wrench happened again, pulling me towards him instead of away. I rocked on my heels, my brain screaming at me to go one way, the rest of me drawn forward.
And then I didn’t have a choice anymore, because he grabbed my wrist.


Alexei takes Gabriella to meet a Russian gang boss in a steam bath. One problem: they’re not allowed to wear any clothes.

I stared down at the tiles beneath my feet. They were a complex mosaic of black and white swirls and looked very, very old. “Um…”
“It is rules,” said Alexei. “Sorry.”
I wondered if he was really sorry. He looked sorry, but in the car I was sure I’d seen a hint of something else. A flash of raw lust at the thought of seeing me naked. All the moments we’d shared so far came back to me: his hand on my wrist, in the coffee shop; him on top of me, in my apartment; the way he’d been so protective of me, in the strip club.
He took his jacket off and I saw the holster he wore underneath. I gulped—I’d known it was there, but seeing it was still a shock. I’d never even seen a gun, in real life, until he’d pointed one at me, but Alexei just took the holster off and laid it in his locker like it was nothing at all. Then he rolled up his pants leg and there was another holster there, with another gun. Jesus. I just stood there staring like a moron. I could see faint hints of his Bratva tattoos through his shirt—and then, as he started to unbutton it, the harsh, black ink of them. He’s so completely different to me. He lives in a whole different world. I knew I was staring and I could feel he was aware of it, the tension building and building. I wanted to say something, but I had no idea how to even process something like this.
And then something happened that I could react to, a chance to delay things: he took out his phone.
That’s your phone?” I blurted.
He turned and frowned. “What is wrong with phone?”
It was an ancient Nokia, a thick block of plastic with actual buttons you pushed and a one inch screen. “Please tell me it’s a retro-cool thing.” I stared at his uncomprehending face. “Oh God—it isn’t, is it?”
He shrugged. “It is simple. I like simple.”
I took my own phone out of my purse. “But new phones have cameras. And apps! And email and… I can even track this on my laptop, if it gets stolen, and find out where it is. What do you do if you lose that?”
He looked blank. “Buy another one.” Then he nodded at my clothes. “You should get undressed.”
I swallowed. So much for delaying things.
The idea of him seeing me naked terrified me. I barely knew him! And yet, at the same time, it sent a scarlet ribbon of heat twisting down my body, finishing at my groin. I glanced around, but there were no cubicles, nowhere to hide.
I settled for turning my back. I opened a locker and concentrated very very hard on the empty interior as I began to take off my clothes. My sweater, first—that was easy enough. I mean, I wouldn’t even be wearing that if it wasn’t so damn cold outside. I stripped it off over my head and put it in the locker.
Next, my blouse. Well, he’d already seen me in my underwear, back at the motel. So I unfastened it all the way and took it off. Then my sneakers and socks. Then, with shaking hands, I unfastened my jeans and bent to push them down my legs. I folded everything up and put them in my locker, surprised to find I was a little light-headed. I probably straightened up too quickly.
Now I was about to cross a line. This was the most of me he’d seen.
I reached back and felt for the clasp of my bra. Usually not a problem but—dammit, it was stuck—why wouldn’t it—
Warm hands suddenly took the straps from my fumbling fingers. My whole body went tense. The hands effortlessly unclipped the bra clasp and then retreated.
I swallowed. “Thank you,” I said in a strangled voice. Every beat of my heart seemed to reverberate throughout me, as if I’d turned into one giant kettle drum. The vibrations filled my ears and throat, shuddered outward through my breasts to ache and tingle at my nipples. They throbbed downward through my legs and back up to my groin, leaving me trembling.
I hooked one shoulder strap off me, then the other. I held onto the bra until the last possible moment and then tossed it into the locker along with everything else. And then I was standing there topless, my back to Alexei. How much can he see? I wasn’t certain. My breasts are on the large side so they weren’t hidden completely by my body. Even if I was precisely angled away from him, he could probably see some side boob.
I glanced down at my panties—simple black briefs. I hooked my thumbs into them and—
He’d stopped moving.
Sometimes, you aren’t aware of a noise until it stops. I realized now that I’d been hearing little movements and rustles of clothing behind me…but now they’d suddenly ended.
He was standing there, watching me.
You don’t know that.
Yes I do.
My heart seemed to speed up ten-fold. I was panting and I couldn’t pretend it was just due to the heat and humidity. I felt drunk on adrenaline, every square inch of revealed skin throbbing, so much more alive than ever before. I felt like—
I felt like one of the strippers, back in the strip club. Stripping off for men.
Stripping off for my man.
I can’t do this. I wasn’t that sort of woman. I can’t just—Not with a man I barely—
And then I remembered that I had to. And if I didn’t have a choice…well, that was okay, wasn’t it?
I bent at the hips, nowhere near as graceful as one of the strippers and very aware of how my breasts swung forward and hung down. I slid my panties down my legs—
–I heard an intake of breath behind me—
–and stepped out of them. I could feel his eyes on me, roving up my naked calves, up my thighs, up between my legs—
I knew I had to do it fast, or I’d never do it. I spun around to face him.
And realized I’d made a colossal error: I’d been so busy obsessing about taking off my clothes that I’d forgotten that he would be naked, too.
The first thing I saw was—no, not that. Not yet. I’d just turned around and my eyes were staring right at his chest. I’d glimpsed it when he’d taken that shower but now there was no half-closed shirt to get in the way. I could feast my eyes on those broad, powerful muscles, a solid wall of strength. His pecs flowed into massive shoulders. I thought of cannonballs: not just the shape of them but the heavy, hard mass. If you’d made a statue of Alexei, you would have had to cast it from iron. It was the only material that could possibly do him justice.
His tattoos were fully visible, now: the vicious-looking scorpion, the delicate rose and that big, muscled bull. Then those rows of hard, piano-key abs with the deep center line between them, defined but also big. The broadness of his chest made his waist look small by comparison so it was only when you got up close to him, as I was now, that you appreciated how big he was all over.
All. Over. My eyes dipped down below his waist and—
My brain went fzzt and refused to process, skipping to his legs.
He didn’t look like an underwear model. He was too big, too sturdy—he looked as if he’d crush an underwear model into the mud. He reminded me more of photos I’d seen of soldiers: muscles that were actually used for something, thick and hard and powerful. His calves seemed as big as my thighs—he looked as if he could stand firm in a hurricane.
And then I’d reached his feet and my gaze went automatically back up to—
O. M. G.
My first thought was that he was big.
My second thought was: that doesn’t make sense, because it looked as if he was only halfway hard.
Then my brain put those two together and it very nearly went fzzt again.
His cock was hanging down the side of one of those marvelously strong thighs. The skin was a soft tan, just a shade darker than the rest of him. The head was a blunt-nosed, purple-pink fruit hanging ripe at the end. Ripe and…swelling.
The shaft was thickening and hardening, right before my eyes. Hardening as he looked at—
I looked up into his eyes. There wasn’t a trace of embarrassment or guilt there. He was far past that. He held my gaze for a second and then I saw his eyes drop and rove over my naked body and I imagined his cock hardening and hardening, lifting to press against that washboard stomach. I didn’t dare look down at it again. My whole body was throbbing and pulsing, the tension between us building towards a screaming, nerve-shredding peak. I wanted to run and hide; I wanted to hurl myself at him and feel his hard body against me…inside me—
Alexei drew in a shuddering breath and twisted away. “We should go,” he said. And turned towards the door, plucking a towel out of the basket on his way. His ass was tight and hard, dimpling hypnotically as he walked.
I hurried after him, grabbed a towel and tried to brace myself for whatever was next.

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I write the Kissing books, which are bad boy romances, usually with at least one character being caught up in crime. Each book is a standalone. So far we’ve had:
Lying and KissingA troubled CIA agent is sent to Moscow to spy on a Russian mafia boss, but finds herself falling for him.
Punching and KissingTo save her brother’s life, a young woman volunteers to take his place in an illegal, underground fight. Her only hope is to persuade the gorgeous Irish badass, Aedan O’Harra, to train her.
Texas KissingOn the run from her Mafia roots, a forger hides out in Texas. She doesn’t expect to have her solitude shattered by a huge cowboy called Bull who decides she has to be his.

I like to write when it’s gray, cold and rainy outside. Fortunately, I live in the UK so that’s most of the time. My first series was the Fenbrook Academy New Adult romance trilogy about a ballet, music and drama student finding love with (respectively) a billionaire, a bad boy Irish guitarist and a cop. This is now available in a box set.

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Letters From Home by Beth Rhodes Book Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway 11/20/15

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Book Title: Letters From Home
Author: Beth Rhodes
Genre: Contemporary Romance — Military
Release Date: November 2, 2013
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An Army doctor, Lena Rodriguez has always been too busy with school or the Army for romance. But the letters she received during deployment have captured her heart. Back home for the holidays, she awaits Christmas morning to meet the man who has turned her life upside down.

When Zack Benson watched his best friend’s sister Lena leave for Afghanistan, he knew he had to tell her he loved her. So he sent her anonymous love letters. Now that she’s home, he realizes he’s made a tactical error. Lena has fallen for the man in those letters but still thinks of him as a brother. He has to convince her otherwise because if he succeeds, he’ll get the best Christmas present ever. But if he fails, he could lose her for good.

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I love a series! Some great series writers…

Elizabeth Lowell—Donovan Series

Nora Roberts—Too.Many.To.Count Series

Kaylea Cross—HRT Series, Bagram Special Ops

Outside The Lines is Book 2, the almost start to a series about the Rodriguez family. Seven kids. When I wrote Letters From Home, I couldn’t help imagine Fools Rush In—the movie. I love that move. The big Hispanic family. The colors. The life! I’ve already got Book 3 roiling around in my brain. Time to get to work because Lena and Maria are soon to be followed by Juan, Jaime, Cat, Lucas, and Mike.

But first, I thought I’d share a bit from Book 1. Maria plays a small part, and we get a feeling that all isn’t right in her world, which… it isn’t. ❤ And that makes the best romance novel, doesn’t it?


Chapter One

Dear Lena,

Two months, three days, and six hours until you come home. (No, I’m not counting)

Yesterday, I walked past the school and was reminded of the first time I saw you. You might not remember because you were scolding some bully for picking on a little kid. I always wondered what set you off. You were bigger than life, dark hair flying, mouth running—in Spanish! I had no idea what you were saying, but it didn’t matter. I think that’s when I first fell in love with you…

Elena Rodriguez dropped the well-worn letter into her lap and stared out the tinted window, her stomach twisted into knots. No matter how many times she read it, nerves crept up on her. She didn’t even know who wrote the letter—letters. Thirteen of them, one for every month of her deployment and another for her birthday. What kind of crazy person expected her to meet him, on Christmas morning no less. If he knew her at all, he’d know she was going to church with her family first thing.

“Ay,” she growled under her breath. The passenger next to her shifted, looking at her with a questioning frown. Lena cleared her throat and smiled. “Sorry. Just thinking.”

When she found out who had made her fall in love with him without even telling her his name, she was going to kick his butt…and maybe love him back. She could hope, and maybe she’d find something like her parents had. Strong and enduring.

Cold air washed over her as she stepped off the bus into Northern California’s December mist. The driver pulled her army-green duffle from the cargo bay and set it on the ground at her feet. Her name was stenciled on the side with the last four digits of her social. “Thank you for your service.”

She smiled and shook the hand he offered. “Merry Christmas, sir.”

“Welcome home,” he added, then waved before driving off.

“Lena!” An oh-so-familiar voice rang across Raley’s parking lot, strong and clear—or just plain loud. Heels clattered over the cold cement, and jangling sounds of bracelets filled the air like bells in a Christmas song.

Lena relaxed in her sister’s arms, the worry of the unknown falling away. “Maria, girl,” she scolded, giving her younger sister a little shake and holding her out to do an initial assessment, “You need a jacket.”

“Never mind that. How was your flight home? Did you have to stay long on base before they set you free?” Maria looked her over from head to toe. “You lost weight, too much weight. Oh, but, it’s so good to see you.”

“I’m just glad to be home. Where is everyone else? No balloons? No band? Not even a roll of ticker tape for my return?”

“Very funny. We know you too well. You would be tempted to use your M16. Come on. Mom says to stop at the church and light a candle. Then we’ll go home.” Maria hooked her arm through Lena’s with a pregnant pause before she continued, “Have you gotten any more letters?”

“He wants to meet.” Lena still didn’t know what to think of it. A secret admirer? It was weird…yet romantic, too—for a soul as deprived as hers. She hadn’t had a date in eighteen months, and that last one…eh, not so good. “Christmas morning.”

The answering sigh was expected and familiar—sentimental and romantic Maria. “Have you figured out who it is?”

She threw her bag in the back of the car with a shrug and climbed in on the passenger side. “No. I’ve thought about it, but in the end, something stops me from really trying. Is it wrong to just enjoy the conversation? He’s kind, smart, funny. He likes kids and wants a large family. Of course, I’ll have to convince him otherwise about that.”

“Ha ha, hermana. You love us.” Maria tapped a finger on the steering wheel. “Just one guess, though. You have to have at least one guess.”

“You want to gossip,” Lena accused with a laugh. Of course she’d thought about it. For twelve months, she’d played a guessing game in her head. “I don’t know. If I knew, I might not be so taken.”

“So you are attracted.”

Lena sat back against the seat and enjoyed the passing neighborhoods. The houses decked in lights and ribbons and wreaths. Christmas had taken over her little town as it did every year. “Remember Manuel from the class above me? He sells insurance now. Perhaps it’s him.”

“Oh.” Maria scowled and gave a thumbs down. “I hope not. I see him at the diner every Thursday night. Too fat!”

Maybe all the good, nice guys who wanted to settle down were happy with themselves just as they were. Love handles wouldn’t matter as long as he had a brain and a heart.

“All I know is, you won’t go alone, Elena.”

Lena shook her head in response. “Good Lord, I don’t need an audience to watch me make a fool of myself.”


Meet the Rodriguez family first, in Letters From Home! Follow it with Outside the Lines, when our California girl finds herself in Vermont—worlds away from her home.

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Beth Rhodes is a wife, mother, friend, and lover. She lives with her Army husband and their six children at the base of the mountains in Colorado. She loves the cold, coffee, camping, and sunshine.

Her stories are full of life, family, and love. You can find her reading just about any genre of romance, but her favorites are fast-paced suspense, where life is on the line and love is the only saving grace. She wants a book that makes her heart pound and her pulse race.

Beth is a member of Romance Writers of America, Pikes Peak Writers, Colorado Romance Writers, and International Thriller Writers. She is signed with Entangled Publishing and Boroughs Publishing Group.

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Dangerous Love by Liz Lovelock Cover Reveal 11/20/15

Title: Dangerous Love
Series: Unforgiven Series #1
Author: Liz Lovelock
Cover Designer: Soxsational Cover Art


Is love really dangerous?
For Jay Jones love has been nothing but heartbreak. After
her boyfriend walks out, leaving her with no money, an empty apartment and the
pain of loss, she vows never to love again. To never allow someone to claim her
already shattered heart. Years later, Jay has slowly moved forward with her
life, but the cloud of sorrow and fear of getting hurt once again always claws
away at her soul.
Now a first-rate police officer, a new undercover assignment
forces Jay to reassess her insecurities and build a relationship of trust with
her new partner.
The one person who can save her from the hellish crimes is
the one man who dragged her to hell already.


Playing With Fire by Niko Mcqueen Release Blitz 11/20/15

PLAYING WITH FIRE by Niko Mcqueen is LIVE!!! 
This is one book you do not want to miss! 

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Release Date: November 20th, 2016
About the Book
Mikhail is a prince with a deadly secret. The dragons of the past have long since been dead but inside his body lies the first dragon spirit to exist in centuries. There is a catch, he was getting sicker and sicker each day that it was stuck inside his body. If something wasn’t done quickly his kingdom may not have a future ruler. Needing a mate in order to set it free, he realized his dreams of love were never going to happen. Resigned to his fate, Mikhail does the only thing he can think of to save himself and his people. 

He agrees to the mating games. 

One person will win his heart…and his flame. 

Riley Cooper is an omega geek with no prospects. His entire life stuck at The Academy had been for nothing and he couldn’t wait to age out of the program so he could get a job and live in peace. The last thing he expected was to get an invitation to the Mating Games. When he is tricked into accepting the invitation he thinks his life is over. That is until he lays eyes on Prince Mikhail. For the first time in his life he had something worth fighting for.

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“So what’s the prognosis, doc?” Clearing my throat, “It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” Pouring some water into a bowl and handing it to me, “first, can you tell me what set you off in the training room with Leo? I’ve been doing some studying in the archives, and I may have a theory on why it’s progressing so quickly, but like I said, I need that information.” I stared into the bowl on my lap and once again wondered at the doc’s mental state. There was a perfectly good cup sitting next to the pitcher of water. And this is who my father trusts with my life. Shaking my head to clear out those thoughts, I told him what happened leading up to my collapse, leaving out Leo’s apparent interest in him. I had some digging to do later, and I wanted that information. If Leo wanted the demented man, I would do anything I could to make that happen, but first I had to figure out how to slow this thing down before it killed me. “Hmm, well, in my research, it says that carriers of the gene are only activated if a few things happen. One, your fertari must be approaching maturity. So, in essence, they must be at least eighteen, and since this started three years ago, I can guess an age of twenty-one. Second, it is possible, and let me stress how rare this possibility is, that this person may be your fated mate.” If he weren’t so crazy I would think the scrunched up face the doc was making was adorable. “Wait, what? Fated mate? Wow, doc, let’s take a step back. Are you sure that is even a possibility? I mean fated mates haven’t been heard of since before the war.”
Running his hands through is unruly hair, “Honestly, I can’t be one hundred percent certain about any of it. The scrolls were not clear about fated mates, since it was something that was just understood at the time. People lived hundreds of years then, so there was no need to record that information since they assumed, as preternatural creatures, they would be around.” The doctor slumped in the chair and looked totally defeated. It would’ve been the look of any defeated man if the doctor’s feet could touch the floor. It put me in the mindset of Alice in Wonderland. I couldn’t help but chuckle thinking about it. My chuckle turned into a full belly-laugh, until the doctor’s next words set in. “You’re laughing now, but the scrolls were sure about one thing. Once the mark appears, you will have one month to get pregnant, or die.” Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. Standing up slowly, so as not to faint, I lifted my shirt to show my bare chest. “D-Do you mean this mark?” I whispered. I never knew before that moment that one simple nod would be enough to take my breath away.
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Niko lives in Savannah GA with her cute as a button little boy. She spends her days attempting to finish college (finally…), take care of her son, and pen the next hot m/m story. She does all of this while trying not to forget that she left the stove on. A lover of all things romance she reads far more than she writes and hopes that you continue to support the genre.

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A Kinky Xmas Carol by Eden Bradley, Robin L. Rotham, & R.G. Alexander Pre-black Friday Sale Blitz 11/20/15





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The Knight Family is a wealthy, powerful Chicago clan that knows everything there is to know about making money—but they still have plenty to learn about love…lessons they’ll be taught as they face their ghosts, fulfill their fantasies and finally discover the magic of Christmas in this three novella ménage anthology.



Blinded to the present…Holly Knight doesn’t have time for Christmas or for “closer” Ebenezer Hall. She can’t deny that the chemistry is sizzling hot, and things get even hotter when Ben’s friends and long-time lovers Justin and Kit arrive in Chicago. Can an infamous playboy and a hard-hearted corporate mogul ever admit to their heart’s desires? Or will it take a little holiday magic for them to realize that all they want for Christmas is each other?



Avoiding the future… Video game mogul, philanthropist and heir to the Knight empire, Tim Crichton has three F-zones—the friend zone, the family zone, and the, er… fun-buddy zone. No crossover is allowed because it might create a fourth—the forever zone—and Tim knows forever just isn’t in the cards for him. But with Peter and Miranda together, a little Christmas magic quickly escalates to a scorching holiday encounter that will either rescue Tim from a lonely future…or cost him the two most important people in his life.


Running from the past…Marley Knight-Williams has avoided the ghosts of her past for seventeen years. Now, after one thoughtless decision and too many margaritas, they’ve found her. Her memories, her heartache…and her men, Michael and Carlos. Just in time for the holidays. Time has changed them all, but it’s only banked the embers of their passion, and when the flames flare to life, they burn hotter than ever. Will the heat be enough to sear away the obstacles that stand between them? Or will it drive them apart before they can finish what they started all those years ago?




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New York Times & USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called ‘elegant, intelligent and sensual’. Her debut novel, THE DARK GARDEN, has been praised as ‘a masterpiece’, and was a Romantic Times Top Pick. Her novels and novellas have been translated into German, Romanian, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Czech, Polish and Japanese.

As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice for much of her adult life, she relates in particular to her kink stories, infusing them with her own truth about kink practice from her life experiences. Eden speaks regularly on BDSM psychology and practice, as well as sex positive culture for women.

Robin L. Rotham

Robin L. Rotham is a bestselling, award-winning author of erotic romance for Samhain Publishing. Though her genres run the gamut from contemporary to futuristic and sci-fi, and even to fairy tales, Robin’s stories all include ménage and BDSM themes. She loves exploring evolving sexualities and the fluidity of D/s dynamics in her writing. Robin is married to a farmer, currently has four teenagers, and lives in rural Nebraska.

R.G. Alexander

R.G. Alexander (aka Rachel Grace) is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author who has written over 30 erotic paranormal, contemporary, sci-fi/fantasy books for multiple epublishers and Berkley Heat.

She is a founding member of The Smutketeers, an author formed group blog dedicated to promoting fantastic writers, readers and a positive view of female sexuality.

She has lived all over the United States, studied archaeology and mythology, been a nurse, a vocalist, and now a writer who feels lucky everyday that she gets to share her stories with her readers. She loves talking to them on twitter and FB. She is happily married to a man known affectionately as The Cookie-her best friend, research assistant, and the love of her life. Together they battle to tame the wild Rouxgaroux that has taken over their home.


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MARKED BY SIGHT by Melissa A. Smith Pre-Order Blitz &Rafflecopter giveaway 11/20/15

Marked by Sight
by Melissa A. Smith
Genre: Young Adult Adventure
Release Date: December 15, 2015

Love, when blanketed by secrets, can damage the best of relationships. Especially when the secret keepers are your parents and the secret they keep is already widely known and was foreseen many years before.

The world has been awaiting word of her arrival for several decades.
As the next Great Oracle, it was foretold she would do many wondrous things.
Her existence has been kept a closely guarded family secret. Even from her.
However, when she is discovered, her greatest wish is to return to her former life of anonymity.

When Kivantia is told who she is, she is unwilling to believe her family could lie to her for so long.
But after having several visions, she can no longer refuse to ignore her future. Or can she?

I am a wife and mother that simply loves the written word. All the places you get to visit by simply separating a few pages. All the people you get to live through and fall in love with. All the adventures you get to have without ever having to leave your house. Not to mention all the worlds you get to visit and travel.

I hope you join me in my books and travel, live and love with me.