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Revving Up the Holidays by AS Fenichel Book Blitz & Rafflecopter giveaway 12/17/15

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Revving Up the Holidays by A.S. Fenichel

Book Title: Revving Up The Holidays
Author: A.S. Fenichel
Genre: Contemporary Holiday
Release Date: October 26, 2015
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Workaholic Isaac hasn’t been back to his hometown since his father’s funeral two years earlier, pushing his family away because of a painful secret. Hanukkah and a forced vacation lure him back to Atlanta, where he’s reunited with his two lost loves—an old motorcycle and his sister’s best friend Giada. While rediscovering his passion for both the bike and the woman, Isaac rebuilds his heart.

Giada has lost her Christmas spirit since returning home to care for her dying parents. Left alone, she struggles to return to her successful teaching career, choosing instead to stay in her hometown. Only the unexpected return of her high school crush Isaac brings any joy to the season.

The transitive nature of Isaac’s visit and Giada’s fear of abandonment keep them from sharing their whole hearts, but certainly not their bodies. Their desire for each other is hotter than flames on a menorah and they take advantage of their limited time together by burning up the sheets. But once their secrets are revealed, their hearts will do all the thinking.

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Giada saw the light in the small window of the shop door. The last thing she expected to see when she walked in was a sea of motorcycle parts spread from one end of the room to the other. Isaac stood with his back to her and ran his fingers through his dark hair as he stared down at the array.

She should have cleared her throat or something, but she couldn’t help admiring his tall, lean body or the way his shoulders stretched the polo shirt.

“My God, what have you done?”

He turned, looked at her and his faced completely changed. From the intense face of a man with a problem, he transformed in an instant with a smile that had her blushing right down to her panties. Did his face light up that way just for her? No, he probably did it with everyone, or at least all the women he saw. Charm had never been in short supply with Isaac Backman. She was glad to see that hadn’t changed.

“Mark saved my old bike. I’m just fixing it up.” He walked over to where she stood at the door.

“Fixing it up? It looks as if you’ve completely destroyed it.” He stood very close to her. How was it possible that after all of these years, he still made her weak in the knees?

“Looks can be deceiving, Giada.”

“I… Sadie sent me out here to tell you that your mother is here and you should join the party. They’re waiting on you to light the menorahs.”

His eyes narrowed on her. “Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?”

Of all the things she expected him to say, that was not even close to one of them. “Why?”

“Why?”

“I mean, don’t you think you should spend some time with your family? Why would you want to have dinner with me?”

“Really? You don’t know why?”

She shook her head. She knew her eyes must be the size of saucers. I may swoon. Do women still swoon? Some might, but Giada didn’t. She stilled her emotions.

He stepped closer and leaned down until his lips were next to her ear. “I’ve had a crush on you since we were teenagers. I may still have a crush on you. I’d like to get to know you better. Have dinner with me.”

Her heart pounded so hard, she couldn’t believe she’d been able to hear him at all. But she’d heard every softly spoken word and she found herself nodding her acceptance before she could make herself speak. “I get home at six-thirty. Can we make it seven?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“Not on that, I hope.”

His laughter shot directly from his lips to the already wet space between her thighs.

Meet the AuthorAuthor Photo 1A - CopyA.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.

A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

Multi-published in historical, paranormal, erotic and contemporary romance, A.S. is the author of The Demon Hunters series, the Psychic Mates series, and more. With several books currently contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be bringing you her brand of edgy romance for years to come.

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden. Her babies are both rescues and include; a demanding dog and a temperamental cat, both bring constant joy and laughter.

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Hero: The Assignment by M.S. Parker Blog Tour 12/17/15

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Haze Welch has done something stupid. He’s fallen for the girl he’s being paid to protect. Worse than that, while he’s home for a family emergency, his charge is kidnapped. As he races back to LA, he’s determined to do whatever it takes to find Leighton and make sure she’s safe again. He can only pray he’s not too late.

I’d survived a lot, but I wasn’t sure I could survive losing Leighton.

With the woman he loves in more danger than ever, Haze puts everything on the line, including his heart.

Don’t miss the exciting finale to the sizzling military series, Hero.

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A Kinky Xmas Carol by Eden Bradley, Robin L. Rotham, & R.G. Alexander Blog Tour 12/17/15

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The Smutketeers Present:

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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.

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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?

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“Holly,” Ben whispered in her ear, “Truly, if this is weird for you, tell me. It’s okay.”
“And…” she looked at Kit, then at Justin, then finally turned to face Ben once more. “…if it’s weird, but I’m…interested, anyway?”
Ben smiled, gloriously, his gray eyes lighting up. “Then we shall all do our best to ensure you never regret it.”
“You’ve been pretty good at keeping your promises.”
“So I have. And I promise you an evening you’ll never forget.”
“We promise,” Kit said, coming around behind the sofa and laying a hand on her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.
Justin knelt with one knee on the sofa next to her. “Just tell us if there’s anything you want. Anything at all.”
“Anything?”
Her body was really heating up. Ben was warm and solid next to her, and the anticipation in the air was electric. She could sense the testosterone, the excitement. And the idea that they might all be getting hard, all at once, at that moment, was one of the biggest thrills of her life.
Even better knowing there was much more to come.
Ben pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. “Tell us, Holly.”
“I don’t know if…any of you have ever been lovers?”
Kit laughed, a deep rumble in his chest. “All of us.”
“All of you together?”
“Sometimes, yes,” Ben told her. “Or Justin and Kit. Or Kit and me. Justin and me. Or two of us, or all of us with a woman. In every possible combination.”
God, her body was on fire simply imagining it. And it was going to happen!
“What is it you want, sweetheart? Tell me. Tell us.”
She nearly groaned aloud. “I want it all,” she said quietly.
“Then you shall have it,” Ben said.
She didn’t know if he sent the others a signal she missed, but Justin peeled his sweater off just as Kit did, and she barely had time to turn and take in Kit’s leanly-muscled frame before Ben and Justin pulled her sweater over her head.
“Do you want them to kiss you, Holly?” Ben asked her.
Was that a trick question?
“Oh, yes. And I really want to see you kiss each other.”
“I have a feeling we’re all going to enjoy this,” Justin said, leaning across her lap and reaching out to pull Ben to him.
Their mouths met, two sets of lush male lips, and it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. Their kissing was rough, hard, pure male. She ached all over to be touched. And as if in answer to her silent need, Kit brushed her hair to one side, then slid his hands over her bare shoulders and down to cover her breasts. Her nipples came up hard beneath her black silk bra.
“Mmm…”
He bent and kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver. He kissed her over and over, soft, feathering kisses all over her skin: her nape, between her shoulder blades, the tops of her shoulders. He cupped her breasts with his big hands, his thumbs stroking her nipples through the silk. And all the while Justin and Ben were kissing, making out like crazy, everything getting more heated.
Justin yanked Ben’s sweater over his head and ran his hands over Ben’s chest. They stood, Ben’s arm slipping from her waist to Justin’s, while Justin pulled Ben closer with a hand on his ass. Their bodies came together, bare chest to bare chest, and their mouths met once more.
Kit was bending over the back of the sofa, his hands diving under her bra. “Let’s have this off,” he said, tugging down her bra straps.
“Yes. Take it off. Please.”
She heard his small chuckle as he unsnapped the bra, slid it from her shoulders.
His fingertips brushed her bare skin. Her nipples were almost impossibly hard. She grabbed Kit’s forearms, ran her hands over the muscle there. She needed more.
“Kit…Ben?”
Ben pulled back from Justin, and she could see his breath heaving in his chest. “Tell us, beautiful girl.”
“I need my clothes off. And yours. All of you.”
Ben flashed her a grin, his eyes full of smoke and need. “Your wish is our command. And our great pleasure. Strip it down, boys.”
Ben slid his jeans off, and he was fully hard, his gorgeous cock making her mouth water. She wanted to touch him. She wanted Kit or Justin to even more.
To her right Justin tore his jeans off, then his black boxer-briefs. His erect cock was longer than Ben’s, if not as thick, but beautiful in its own way. He watched her, his dark eyes aglow as he gave it one long, slow stroke.
“Is this what you wanted to see, Holly?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured.
Kit kissed her neck once more, said quietly, “Three is even better than two.”
He released her and came around the front of the sofa to stand before her. He unzipped his jeans and kicked his way out of them. Like Ben, he wore nothing underneath.
She pulled in a sharp breath.
His thick cock was a lovely golden shade, the head a bit darker. He was rock-hard, his cock coming up against his lean abs.
She swallowed, bit her lip. Her mouth was actually watering.
“Come here, beauty,” he said, pulling her to her feet. “We need to undress you now.”
Ben stood on one side of her and Justin on the other as Kit knelt and pulled her boots off while the others steadied her. Then Ben unzipped her jeans and Justin and Kit helped her out of them.
Ben nuzzled her ear. “Such lovely underwear, it’s almost a shame.”
“But she was specific,” Justin said.
Kit winked at her as he reached to pull her silk thong down, leaving them all naked. So much naked flesh…
“I have to say…” Her voice was quavering, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. “I have to say, this is a little overwhelming. I hardly know where to start.”
Ben stroked a hand up her side, under the curve of her breast. “Don’t worry. I’m fairly certain it’ll come naturally to you.”
There were hands all over her then, stroking her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. Ben turned her face to his and kissed her, and she could taste the masculine flavor of Justin on his lips. Desire was burning her up, like fire in her aching breasts, in her clenching sex. She kissed Ben harder, held onto him.
Hands moved over her body, cupped her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples. More hands parting her thighs, diving in between them, stroking at her tender pussy lips. She spread wider, and as Ben’s tongue swirled over hers it almost felt as if the fingers sliding in the folds of her soaking pussy were his tongue, licking her, pressing on her clit.
She felt Justin moving in closer beside her, the hard muscles of his thigh next to hers, and she reached blindly, found his cock, warm and pulsing in her hand. She began to stroke..

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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.

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“Ohhhhh, fuck,” he groaned, sliding his hands into her hair as he took deep, shaky breaths.
Thrilled by the way his cock seemed to thicken in her mouth, she swirled her tongue over it, following the ridge all the way around and up into the hollow on the underside. It didn’t feel anything like the fake ones she’d practiced on, and oh, what a difference! Hot, smooth, paper-thin flesh barely concealed the vibrant physiology inside. With her tongue, she could feel his veins along the surface, and underneath, the unyielding columns that seemed to grow even harder as she explored him. It was nothing short of miraculous.
And the scent of him… God, she’d never be able to put one of those silicone toys in her mouth again after experiencing this. She inhaled deeply, savoring the bouquet of warm denim, soap and man, memorizing it for future fantasies.
Curious beyond reason, she pushed her tongue into the opening at the tip and tasted something silky and musky, something that made her heart pound and her mouth water.
He gasped and pushed her head down a little. “Miranda, suck. Please.”
She thought about the honey bear on the table and decided to leave it there. She liked the taste of Peter all by himself.
Taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, she sucked, milking him with her tongue, and watched as the sac holding his balls drew up tighter. Fascinated, she stroked it with a finger. It felt completely different from the flesh in her mouth, a little rough and a little hairy except for a smooth, silken patch underneath.
Peter’s breathing grew rough, every exhale almost a moan. Though his hands tightened in her hair, he said, “You might want to stop.”
She pulled away and shook her head, breathing almost as hard as he was. “I want to taste it.”
“You want me to come?” he asked tightly.
“Yes. Tell me what you like.
“I can do that.” He blew out a breath. “Get me nice and wet with your mouth.”
Giving him a little smile, she said, “I can do that.”
When she leaned down again, he put his hand on her thigh. “Wait. Take off the dress first. I want to see you.”
Miranda flushed but obeyed, reaching behind her neck with both hands to lower the zipper. When it was between her shoulder blades, she reached up behind her with her left hand to bring it down to her hips and then shrugged out of the bodice. The sheer white balconet bra and thong set she’d worn tonight, just to bolster her courage and make her feel ultra-feminine, had been insanely expensive, but the look on Peter’s face as she shimmied out of her dress made it worth every penny.
“Thank you, Frosty,” he murmured, wrapping the fingers of one hand around her neck before dragging them slowly down her sternum and stomach.
“Frosty?”
Peter nodded, sliding his hand around to rub her bare bottom. “Frosty the doorman gave me an angel for Christmas.”
“Oh he did?” she asked with a quizzical smile.
“He did. Now, where were we?”
“Right about here, I think.” She opened her mouth over him once again, working up as much moisture as she could and painting it onto his rigid flesh with her lips and tongue.
“Mmmm, that’s very nice,” he said, rubbing her hip. “Now stroke it, slow and hard. Milk it.”
Miranda bit her lip. God, this was so hot. Were men this turned on when women told them what to do?
Holding his eyes, she licked her hand provocatively.
“Asking for trouble, little girl,” he murmured, his lips curving lazily.
“Yes, I am,” she murmured back, meaning every word of it.
“Then you’ve found your man.” He took her hand and wrapped it around his slick shaft. Covering it with his own, he squeezed hard and dragged her palm up the thick length, twisting it over the head before dragging it back down to the base. He did it again, and then again. Then he folded one arm under his head and stroked her hip with the other while she flew solo.
As she performed, she watched Peter watch her hand. His mouth was slightly open, his eyelids at half-mast, and as he began to pant, color rose in his cheeks.
“Speed up a little,” he told her roughly. When she did, he pulled his arm out from under his head with a groan, gripped the top edge of the ottoman with both hands and began thrusting into her strokes. God, he looked magnificent, almost animalistic as he arched upward with his jeans around his thighs.
“Fuck, yes, that’s good.”
“You are so incredibly beautiful,” she breathed.
His eyes flashed open. “Miranda, suck,” he ground out. “Now.”
She leaned over without hesitating and sucked hard while he fucked her mouth. The way he held her head firmly in place made her nipples draw up tight and stirred the embers of desire between her legs into a blazing inferno. Within a minute, his legs began to shake and his thrusts grew shallow, and then he growled low and long.
“Get ready, angel,” he warned. “I’m going to come just…about…oh fuck…now.”
Miranda trembled with excitement when he pulled her head back until just the tip of him was still in her mouth. His whole body jerked as streams of hot, wet musk landed on her tongue in time with contractions she could feel with her lips. Her first instinct was to swallow, but she waited. When his hands relaxed on her head, she released him and sat up, rubbing his semen between her tongue and the roof of her mouth while she watched his cock, which didn’t go down as fast as she thought it would.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked between deep breaths.
She swallowed. “Not what I expected. It reminds me of oysters.”
He started laughing. “Dear Diary, performed BJ today. It tasted like oysters. Love, Miranda.” When she laughed too, he said, “You can chase it with some honey if you like. I won’t be offended.”
She shook her head, licking her lips and savoring the taste. “I’m good.”
“You are.” He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her silly, swiping his tongue all over the inside of her mouth as if he found the taste of his semen as enthralling as she did. Then he rolled them to their sides.
“So what else haven’t you tried? Have you ever been on the receiving end?” he asked, deftly unfastening her bra and drawing the strap down her arm.
She stiffened. “Um, I don’t think that’s—”
“Okay, so that would be no.” He rolled over on top of her and sat up, tossing her bra onto the couch behind him as he straddled her hips. Miranda couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, which still spilled out of his open jeans, its wet head resting on her abdomen. The casual intimacy of that sticky contact between them made her heart race and body heat.
“Beautiful little tits,” he murmured, cupping them with his hands and rubbing his thumbs gently over the hard points of her nipples.
Miranda moaned, unable to stop the slow roll of her hips in response.
“How daring are you, Miranda Girard?” Peter asked, with a challenging look.
Her breath caught in her throat. “How daring do you want me to be?”

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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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“What’s your wife bringing?”
Michael shut the door and furrowed his brow. “Excuse me?”
She wasn’t going to ask again. She walked over to the desk and touched the paperweight shaped like a boxing glove. She’d gotten that for Michael’s father when she was thirteen. It was still here.
“Marley,” he huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “My wife won’t be bringing anything. I’m not married.”
She shrugged, not turning to look at him, though she felt a rush of relief she knew she had no right to. “I was sure Jessica Ryan would have had you cornered before you hit twenty-one.”
“Jessica Ryan was already hooked up by the time I turned twenty-one.” Michael’s wry tone forced her to turn to face him. “She and Anna Poole are still together, as a matter of fact. They co-coach the cheerleading squad for our old high school.”
Jessica and Anna? Marley felt her eyes go wide. They’d been two of the most promiscuous girls in school. Who saw that coming? “I guess I’ve missed a lot.” She swallowed as she stared at the ridges of his stomach, the dark color of his nipples and the droplets of sweat cooling on his skin. She wanted to lick it off his body. Wanted to feel it on her skin. “Everything is so…um…different. I shouldn’t have come.”
“Not everything, princess,” he growled, moving closer slowly, as if he didn’t want to startle her. “Some things appear to be exactly the same.”
Did he mean the way she reacted to him whenever they were alone? The way her throat closed and her thighs heated whenever he looked at her the way he was looking at her now?
She’d imagined this office so many times. The cot in the corner where she and Michael had once lain in silence, listening to the grunts of the men working out downstairs while she allowed him to touch her. Just touch her. Over her clothes. On her newly budding breasts. Between her thighs. It had been exciting and forbidden. The possibility of being caught. The innocent eroticism of the moment.
Grown-up Marley wanted more. She imagined him bending her over the desk and taking her. Now, when everyone knew she was here. When they’d all be able to hear her cries of pleasure.
She really needed to get a hold of herself.
“I know about Carlos,” she said, shifting and feeling the denim of her jeans graze her sensitive sex. “I want to help. I just…I’m not sure what you want from me. Or why you think I could do anything at all.”
Michael smiled. “You’ve always been good at changing the subject, princess. But I’ll let it slide for now since you actually showed up. The answer is on the bookshelf. The envelope beneath the little tree.”
A small, potted evergreen. He was still doing that? They’d gotten one every year, decorated it carefully, then made sure to plant it somewhere the day after Christmas. So the memories would live on as long as the trees were growing. It was Carlos who’d started that tradition, but Marley had always loved the sentiment.
She walked over to the bookshelf near the window and lifted the pot. A crumpled, stained envelope, right where he said it would be. She opened it and began to read, feeling heat warm her cheeks and pain squeeze her heart. This was too intimate. Too personal. She didn’t have the right anymore. Not to have this kind of window into the tender soul of a man she hadn’t seen in so long. Oh, Carlos, she silently sighed. She hadn’t even seen him and he was already breaking her heart.
When she finished reading her sigh was shaky. “You think that’s what he wants? I don’t know if I can… Michael? What are you doing?”
He’d come up behind her, gripping her hips with his strong hands as he pressed his erection against the curve of her ass. “I can’t fucking help it, Marley. I’ll stop if you tell me to but, seeing you in here, like this—do you remember?”
He knew she did. He rocked his hips against her and she gasped, her fingers tightening on the pages of the letter as he slid his hands up to caress the sides of her breasts. Lightly. Teasingly.
His voice was rich with need. “I’m not talking about the touching, though I remember that too. I’m talking about that time you and Carlos caught me in here before the gym was open. When I’d slept here again because the family had descended and we had no more room in the house. That morning I woke up dreaming about you, still smelling your shampoo on the pillow. I was only seventeen. I didn’t have as much practice at control. Didn’t think I needed to.”
How could she have forgotten that? Her eyes closed and she could see it so clearly. She’d come in right before Carlos, both of them smiling in secret delight at the idea of waking him with their frozen hands and a bag of his favorite kolaches from the corner bakery.
She’d never seen an erection before. Certainly she’d never seen Michael’s. Never imagined she’d be so instantly titillated by the way he gripped it in his fist, his naked hips pumping upward as he gritted his teeth and made a sound that was almost one of pain.
Carlos had taken her hand in his and squeezed, trying to drag her backward without disturbing him. She’d resisted. She wasn’t sure why. She only knew she wanted to see more. Needed to see everything.
Michael’s voice in her ear told her he was remembering it too. “I opened my eyes just in time to see you lick your lips. Did you know you’d done that? Licked the same lips I was imagining wrapped around my cock?” He growled. “Knowing you were watching had me coming harder than I ever had. Watching those pretty green eyes go wide when you saw it happen—fuck—I knew in that moment that you wanted to know. What it tasted like. What I tasted like. Was I right?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Lost in the moment. The memories.
One hand slipped down again, unbuttoning the button of her jeans. “Tell me to stop, Marley.” When she didn’t, he slid his hand inside her panties until his fingers were pressed against her clit.
“There it is,” he sighed. “That’s what hasn’t changed. I still make you wet. Still make you want. After all this time, you still want to know, don’t you? Still want to know what could have happened. You must, because you haven’t pushed me away. Haven’t told me to stop or slapped my face.”
She shook her head, but they both knew she was a horrible liar. Even as she tried to deny it, she set the letter down and covered his hand with both of hers, forcing his fingers to press harder against her, to move lower.
Michael hummed. “Yeah, you still love this. The princess can hide in her tower all she wants, but we know the truth, you and I.” He lowered his voice to a whisper that skimmed across her cheek like a caress. “We know what a bad girl you are.”
She was bad. Jesus, she needed to stop him before she came. It had been so long—how could his touch still do this to her? It took away all her defenses. Made her ache for more. His middle finger slipped inside her with shallow thrusts and she gasped, her nails digging into the back of his hand until he growled.
The sound of the office door creaking open made her tense an instant before she heard the irritated male voice. “Jesus, Michael. In the middle of the day? If you have company you should at least lock the damn door.”

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Eden Bradley

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.

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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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AN EGYPTIAN AFFAIR by CHERYL BOLEN NEW RELEASE BLITZ & Rafflecopter giveaway 12/17/15

An Egyptian Affair
by Cheryl Bolen
Series: Regent Mysteries, #4
Genre: Regency Romantic Mystery
Release Date: December 15, 2015

A fresh romance with each new mystery . . .

While Captain Jack Dryden would lay down his life for the Regent, he draws the line at endangering his wife in the dark alleyways of Cairo—the place where the Regent’s friend and procurer of antiquities has gone missing.

But Lady Daphne Dryden will not be denied the opportunity to see swaying palms, crumbling pillars, and soaring pyramids in exotic Egypt. She even insists on bringing her youngest sister, Rosemary, who’s enamored of all things Oriental. The Regent insists on sending Stanton Maxwell,  England’s most imminent expert on Egyptology, as their interpreter and his own soldiers as their protectors.

Once in Cairo, Jack and Daphne begin their inquiries, inquiries which almost certainly cause the murder of one woman and the abduction of Lady Rosemary. Will Jack’s wits—and the unexpected bravery of Mr. Maxwell—be enough to extricate them from danger and unmask the evil-doers?

Jack bolted from their tent. “What’s happened?”

“Rosemary’s gone!” Daphne stood just inside her sister’s tent, her hand still lifting the entry flap. “Someone’s taken her!”

Shirtless and barefoot, Maxwell came rushing from his tent on the other side.

“This cannot be! I never heard a word .  .  . I swore I would protect her,” he said, his voice forlorn.

The rear of Rosemary’s tent had been slashed through. Jack whirled around to chastise the soldier he’d asked to guard Rosemary.

The fellow was sitting in the sand directly in front of Rosemary’s tent, his head bent, chin on chest, eyes closed, hugging his musket to him as if it were a cherished woman. He was sound asleep.

Jack mumbled an oath as he began to shake the soldier. He did not readily awaken. Then Jack smelled it. Laudanum. “The guard’s been drugged with laudanum!”

“We need to determine if anyone else is missing,” Maxwell said, his voice commanding.

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “It wouldn’t surprise me to discover that one of our recently hired servants is responsible for Rosemary’s abduction.” His gaze returned to Rosemary’s tent. “Daf, can you see if anything of your sister’s is missing?”

She nodded solemnly.

By now Arbuthnot had made his way to join the others. He was fully dressed except for his coat. “Are you saying Lady Rosemary is missing? Are you sure she’s not just gone exploring? Didn’t she express a strong interest last night in seeing the mestabas?”

Jack faced Arbuthnot and spoke in a growl. “Some vile person slashed through the back of her tent and apparently carried her off.”

Arbuthnot’s eyes narrowed, and he uttered a curse.

Maxwell looked forlorn. “And I promised her I would protect her.”

Jack placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself. I was just as close to her tent as you were, and I slept right through her abduction.”

“Dear God, I hope she’s not intended for white slavery,” Arbuthnot said.

Daphne poked her head out of the tent and harrumphed. “They’d be sure to bring her back. My sister is not only incompetent about cleaning floors and polishing furniture, but she’s never in her life lifted a hand in pursuit of tidiness.”

Jack coughed, and despite the gravity of the situation, his eyes twinkled with mirth. “It appears my wife is under a misapprehension about the nature of white slavery.”

Cheryl Bolen is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over 20 romances, both historical and contemporary mystery. Many of her books have placed in contests, including the Daphne du Maurier (romantic suspense) and have been translated into ten languages. She was Notable New Author in 1999. In 2006 she won the Holt Medallion, Best Historical, and in 2012 she won Best Historical in the International Digital Awards and she’s had four other titles place in that competition. Her 2011 Christmas novella was named Best Novella in the Romance Through the Ages. She invites readers to www.CherylBolen.com, or her blog, www.cherylsregencyramblings.wordpress.com or Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cheryl-Bolen-Books/146842652076424.