Sunday, September 14, 2014

Sunday Series Spotlight~ Eliza Gayle's Purgatory Masters

Check out the wonderful sexy books in the Purgatory Masters Series by NY Times author Eliza Gayle. Let me say these alpha males are smokin' hot!

Book One: Tucker's Fall
BDSM Contemporary Erotic ROmance
Available at ARe / Amazon

Scandalized professor Maggie Cisco returns to her hometown to lick her wounds and reconsider her future. Her years of personal and professional research into the BDSM lifestyle has landed her in jail, in divorce court and now in the headlines of more newspapers than she cares to count. The worst of all? The entire debacle is being blamed on a bestselling book she hasn’t even read!
Just when she thinks her only solution is a tell all memoir, a snowstorm puts her in the path of stunningly handsome, insanely rich and equally intense, Tucker Lewis.
Tucker remembers Maggie well. They once shared a mind-numbing kiss at the annual St. Mary’s carnival when her boyfriend wasn’t looking. No stranger to scandal, he looks past public opinion to the submissive craving a master’s touch and decides then and there what he wants. He’s going after Maggie and her heart’s kinkiest desires.
Unfortunately, no amount of money can change the sins of the past and when they’re certain they know everything there is to know about each other, one discovers a secret they aren’t prepared for.
Book Two: Levi's Ultimatum 
BDSM Contemporary Erotic Romance
Available at ARe / Amazon
In search of someplace to belong…
Levi Hawkins was a typical fun loving, hard partying college student with his whole life in front of him — until one tragic night ripped his world apart and left him adrift with no home or family to return to. After a soul crushing stint in Afghanistan, he spent a decade wandering the globe searching for something or someone to make him whole again. Weary of regret and consumed by loneliness, he puts his heart on the line and turns to the only people still connected to him by blood.
He found an obsession…
A chance encounter at a lakeside café puts single mother Tori Ford directly in Levi’s path and he’s ready to stake a claim. She wants to keep her life simple. Work hard, raise her daughter, save some money and one day open the pie shop she’s always dreamed of. She doesn’t need complicated and she certainly doesn’t need a wickedly hot Dominant to take control of her future. Except when he touches her she yearns for the pleasure and passion of submission. But Tori can’t take another heartbreak and she can never trust Levi with her heart or her daughter if he won’t open up about the darkness slowly consuming him.
Book Three: Mason's Rule
BDSM Contemporary Erotic Romance
Available at ARe /  Amazon
Mason Sinclair followed everyone else’s rules until family lies tore his life apart. Now he sets the damn rules and expects everyone to follow them. Period. But as the complex charade he calls his life begins to unravel, he meets a reporter with questionable motives and killer curves who may be the final straw.
Stuck in the past and unable to move on, Rebecca Adams sees a contract with a mysterious Dom as her one way ticket to the truth. Finally. The fact it comes with a sexy side of kink only sweetens the deal. Give that girl a pen.
Sign on the dotted line. Go wild. Kiss her guilt goodbye.
If only things went according to plan…
Coming soon..Purgatory Masters Book Four
BDSM Contemporary Romance



Random Tid Bits about Eliza
  • Netflix is her addiction.
  • Has an irrational fear of snakes.
  • Sparkly flip flops are her thing, no flats please.
  • She had two nicknames in the Marine Corps. “Annie Oakley” and “Fritz”
  • Loves 80s music especially AC/DC.
  • Is a gadget girl.
  • Needs to be near the water.
  • Faeries and Dragons fill her office.
  • She is obsessed with zombie escape plans.
  • Reads tarot for inspiration.
  • She loves her little green Soul.
  • Is a Virgo, but will neither confirm nor deny if she possesses the obsessive traits of a typical Virgo.
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Saturday, September 13, 2014

Book Spotlight on Adriana Kraft's Willow Smoke and a Giveaway

Spotlight on Willow Smoke by Adriana Kraft

Just released! Book Three in the Riders Up series by Adriana Kraft Willow-Smoke-eBook-web

Willow Smoke (Riders Up, Book Three)

September 1, 2014, B&B Publishing ISBN: 978-0-9907476-0-4 ASIN: B00N0DH13I Romantic Suspense Heat rating: three flames (explicit sex, m/f) Cover by Rebecca Poole Dreams2Media

BLURB

When the chips are down, there's nobody there. Willowy blond Daisy Matthews has survived the Chicago streets with this mantra but is unprepared for the much older Nick Underwood's urgent pursuit. The wealthy businessman receives a thoroughbred in payment for a bad debt and is thrust into Daisy's world. She teaches him about horse racing; he teaches her about love. When Daisy's seamy brother-in-law threatens Nick's safety, she doggedly tries to stop him by herself, but flees to the familiar streets when he attacks. Can Nick find her in time – and if he does, will she still want him?

REVIEW

Five stars at Goodreads “…dreams can become reality, love can transcend age… Exciting, engaging and very entertaining story. The character interplay is spot on and the story is extremely well written.” Donna H.

BUY LINK

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N0DH13I

When the Chips are Down, There’s Nobody There

Daisy-PromoDaisy Matthews grew up on the streets of Chicago, and if she learned anything, it was that she could count on no one to help her, ever. She knows she has to tough it out, protect herself, and when necessary, protect anyone she cares about. All by herself. No one else will do it for her. Hubs and I have loved writing Daisy and her story. We first introduced her in Cassie’s Hope (Riders Up, Book One) – she’s the teenage waif in the group home where Cassie worked before she went back to training horses. We’ve known so many kids like her across our social service and academic careers. There’s a special kind of resilience that comes from growing up that way; kids who don’t develop it probably don’t make it, and we’ve known some of those, too. She doesn’t know who her father is. Her mother, who died of an overdose when Daisy was little, was a prostitute. Fortunately for Daisy, her rock-solid grandmother took her in, but that grandmother died when Daisy was eleven. Unadoptable for whatever reason, she ended up in a group home through her early teenage years, until Cassie and Clint Travers became her foster parents. We’ve dedicated this book to two of our ancestors who faced severe social stigma more than a century ago: my great grandfather, who was born to an unmarried teenage logging camp cook in the Pennsylvania mountains, and hubby’s great grandmother, a quarter-blood Cherokee in an era when the family tried to hide that information out of shame. Maybe we gave Daisy an extra boost when we paired her with a handsome wealthy hunk in his early forties, but we think she deserves a bang-up happy ending for her determination, grit, and courage in the face of present day social stigma. We hope you’ll agree.

EXCERPT

“I won’t let anything hurt you.” Daisy Matthews finished wrapping the ankles of the chestnut mare and sat back on her haunches to evaluate her work. The mare’s ankles were cooler than they had been two hours earlier. It wasn’t easy to convince a horse to stand in buckets of ice, but after three years of being a groom and an exercise rider, she could do it about as well as anybody at Arlington Park. At least that was what her boss said when he promoted her to assistant trainer. Daisy grinned. There wasn’t much prestige associated with being an assistant trainer for a fellow with a string of only twenty-some claimers and allowance horses, but it was something, particularly for a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. RainbowBlaze took a step forward. “I know.” Daisy groaned. “Step one: pay attention. Sorry, I got lost daydreaming.You’re right. Taking care of you is an important job.” She chuckled. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.” “Hey kid, do you always talk to horses?” The horse reared and pawed. “It’s okay, girl.” Daisy kept her voice soft and ran her hand slowly along the mare’s neck. When the mare had stopped trembling, Daisy stepped out of the stall, shaded her eyes from the sun and faced the interloper. She scowled at the man’s new sneakers, monogrammed shirt and neatly pressed slacks. He looked liked he’d be more at home on a sailboat than in a barn.

Adriana TFOB March 2014ABOUT ADRIANA KRAFT

Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance. The award-winning pair has published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.

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Talking with Decadent Kane

Welcome author Decadent Kane to the Reading Nook blog. Her elves series is wonderful and I am thrilled to showcase the fifth book, A Touch of Cayenne.

Can you please tell us about your latest/upcoming book(s)?
My upcoming books are still being written. J I'm working on a novel about my elf king and also a new novel that has more to do with demons.

How did you come with the idea for this story?
The characters kind of pop up and demand to be written LOL

Who is your ultimate "book boy/girlfriend"? You know, that hottie you read about and drool over.
Lothaire from Kresley cole's Immortals after dark series. NOMS

Who is your Celebrity crush? And what would you do if you ever meet them?
Gerard Butler, Killian Jones, Dean Winchester, I'd climb them like a tree and ...ahem...sorry my imagination has run amok.

If you could collaborate with another author on a secret project, who would you pick to work with and why?

Brantwijn Serrah, because of her unique view on normal things.

A Touch of Cayenne
Breathless Press
Trouble With Elves Series
BookFour
Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Available at Publisher

Also available in print compilation, Elven Obsession containing books one through five

Two bounty hunting elves must put aside their attraction when a malevolent fairy comes up for grabs. Cayenne and Hawthorne both need the twenty gold reward, but only one can walk away with it.

Cayenne and Hawthorn go toe to toe as they compete against each other, and their attraction, for a bounty that could solve everything...for one of them. Hawthorn has a gambling debt to pay, and Cayenne wants to provide a real home for her sister.

Heat flares between the two despite their differences, which infuriates Cayenne to no end. Hawthorn wants to wring Cayenne's neck, right after having his way with her. However, his gambling demons come back to haunt them both. The dark drow don't take kindly to having someone welch on their debts. Can Hawthorn get out of trouble with a dark elf before Cayenne and her sister pay the price?


Teaser Excerpt:

He didn't want to have to drag her all the way to a tree. It was bad enough he'd need to tie her up. Elfess plus honey would be a nice treat for the malevolent fairy. He'd be more than willing to come back for a fresh bite. The disease inside him wouldn't settle for anything less once it smelled the flesh and honey mix, like sugar to ants. There was no other way the bounty would come back otherwise, and if he didn't pay off his gambling debt, then someone would be sent for him. Sent to hurt him until he paid. Mother Earth forgive him for his trespasses against this female. If he thought the bounty would come for a male dipped in honey, he'd do it himself, but the fear she would put off would be all consuming for the wicked Malevolent that had taken over the creature.
He waited for the trees to surround them, for plenty of space between the hunter office and Cayenne. When she figured out what he was doing to her, he wanted to be far enough no one would hear her foul mouth.
"So where are we headed?" Cayenne asked.
"Go for that skinny tree over to the left." His voice came out low and even, thankfully. He chose the skinniest tree he could so the rope would fit around it and her. If he worked fast enough and took her by surprise, she wouldn't know what he was doing until it was too late. Besides, she carried a good right hook, and he didn't want to feel it again so soon.
Cayenne sauntered over to the brown trunk and stopped. She glanced up the tree and then back down to the ground. "What's so special about this one?"
Thorn took a deep breath. His heart protested loudly in his chest. If he was going to do this, now was his chance.
He rushed her with the rope stretched out in his hands. She slammed into the tree with an oof. He kept his body pressed roughly up against hers, twisted the rope around her wrists, and then closed his arms around the trunk. His fingers worked quick to tie the knot on the other side.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Her voice came out in a high shrill.
He didn't answer her. If she was confused and irate, it would increase the lure like whip cream on a human sundae. He hoped she didn't become too afraid, and as soon as the spell was broken, he'd tell her he'd come back for her. Cayenne struggled against the restraints.
"Hawthorn! You bark rot! What have you done?"

About the Author

An elfess in human form, Decadent enjoys dipping her fingers into the human realm where she took pen to paper and began the tales of the trouble with elves. Her obsessions include reading, Dean Winchester, and honey.
She will devour your soul with glimpses of the feral ridden drow elves, with their dark skin and soul consuming. She'll sneak morsels of naughty thoughts to you via goblins, and seduce you into stepping inside the elven realm where females disappear when lust takes over among other elfish troubles.
Beware the sprites.
Follow the wisps.
But never look a drow elf king in the eyes...
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Friday, September 12, 2014

Book Spotlight~ Brita Addams' Prentice and Desiree

Prentice and Desiree
Sapphire Club Series Book Two
Historical
Musa Publishing

Guard your heart. Passion comes with a price.
Lost in grief, Prentice Hyde, the much sought after Marquess of Wycroft, salves his broken heart at the Sapphire Club. He wants love, but finding it presents problems of disloyalty to his dead wife.
Widow Desiree Huntington appears at the Sapphire Club, sees Prentice in action, and presents him with a request so seductive, he finds it difficult to refuse. 
As their arrangement progresses, Prentice takes Desiree to the heights of sexual endurance and enjoyment, mires her in passion, and sees a way out of the loneliness that is his life. 
But Desiree wants all Prentice has to offer—but his heart. 
historical erotica, historical romance, sapphire club,
Warning: This eBook may contain language, content, images, and scenes that depict profanity, violence, sexuality/sexual relations or other content that is intended for mature adult readers. This eBook is meant only for adults as defined by the laws of the country or region where you made your purchase. If you are under the age of maturity, if adult material offends you, or if it is illegal to read, view, purchase, or own such material in your community please be warned that this eBook may contain objectionable content. Store your eBook carefully so that it cannot be accessed by younger readers.

Excerpt:

Chapter One
1804

Desiree’s quarry skirted the periphery of the ballroom. She’d feigned
indisposition to escape her mother’s cloying grasp and hidden
near the terrace doors until her assignation wended his way through the
marriage-minded mothers and their desperate daughters.
“He’s mine,” she silently told each one. “I will claim the
hand of the Earl of Cheshire.”
In anticipation of his momentary arrival, she smoothed imaginary
wrinkles from her gown, as he smiled and flirted, kissed hands, and
chatted with mothers worried about how firmly their daughters sat on the
shelf.
While Desiree’s parents had betrothed her to Jonathan Greeley, they
had neither consulted Desiree nor asked her opinion of the match. He was
fine enough—rich, handsome, and several years—but not too many—older
than she, but at eighteen, she wasn’t as marriage-minded as she ought to
be, or so said her mother at every opportunity.
Her sense of adventure kept her searching for something more than
needlework, watercolors, and handling the household accounts, much to
her mother’s consternation. The woman insisted upon daily visits to the
milliner, the dressmaker, the shoemaker. Desiree had more hats, dresses,
and shoes than any woman of her acquaintance.
“You must go to your husband in clothes befitting your station. You are
a lady of good breeding.”
Earlier in the evening, when the Earl of Cheshire asked her to dance,
her heart nearly sank into her pretty kid shoes. She marked the steps of
her well-rehearsed quadrille, and the earl flirted shamelessly, the mere
intensity of his gaze enough to entrance her even an hour later. When
they came together, he’d made the dance an intimate experience, one that
hadn’t escaped her vigilant mother.
“No lady should dance so closely to a young man. Why, I wouldn’t dance
that close to your father. Where has decency gone?”
She’d reasoned that explained her lack of siblings.
The earl’s flirtations weren’t lost on her. She was, given the opportunity, of
a like mind. Two years at the estimable Mrs. Petrie’s School for Young Ladies
in Bath had served to enhance more than her education as to the use of globes.
Her real instruction came after hours, during the randy conversations
with her fellow students. She’d learned the ways of the world—that
which transpires between men and women—taught by the girls whose
maidenheads hindered the lives they wished to lead.
The school’s drawing classes often served to educate during those
long nights, as Ruby Lake drew, from memory, or so she assured, detailed
images of the male member and its many uses.
“This belongs to none other than the Earl of Cheshire,” Ruby told her
rapt audience. “One day, I’ll marry him and experience it—again.”
Ruby related details of her encounter with the earl, and the girls nearly
expired from envy. All but Desiree. That night, she made it her purpose
to wrangle the lascivious earl and, through any means necessary, make
him her own. Every woman of her age would envy her for having taken the
plum prize on the marriage mart.
Though the drawings of the earl’s cock—Ruby insisted they refer to it
as such—frightened her, due to its sheer size, she’d grown so enamored
by it that she filched the drawings and kept them as part of her most
treasured possessions. That, and her father’s not so secret collection of
erotic drawings that turned her mind from embroidery to anything carnal.
That very afternoon, Desiree had, while under strict instruction to nap
in preparation for the ball, taken the drawings from their secure hideyhole
and traced over them with her finger. The implied intimacy shook
her, made her feel things she didn’t understand. The interminable heat
remained long after she tucked the drawings away.
Should luck find her, as well as a not so full moon, she’d proceed with
her plan to discover for herself whether the Earl of Cheshire was indeed
thusly endowed, or if his fabled member, as with so many things in life,
was a mere figment of a naughty girl’s imagination.
Waiting for him just inside the large French doors unnerved her, given
that her overprotective mother cast a rather long shadow. She had spies
everywhere and seemed capable of being in more than one place at a time.
I should have told him to meet me in the orangery.
From behind the Corinthian column, she spied on him. He moved with
such grace—without doubt all the men in the room envied him his God-given
confidence.
She placed her hand over her heart, which beat faster than it should. He
was a god himself, blessed with hair the color of sunlight, skin bronzed by
hours on horseback, his tall muscular body—oh, my. She took her fan from
her reticule and whipped it to purpose.
As he spoke to Emily Hargrave, Desiree’s heart thudded. They spoke
briefly, he smiled, she giggled. Another vacuous daughter of nobility.
He nodded to other girls, kissed the hands of no less than a dozen, and
the moment she stepped out from behind the sheltering column, he stood
before her, his smile as bright as the sun on a clear summer morning. “Good
evening, again, Miss Fairholme. Might you care to join me on the terrace?”
He winked and offered his arm. Oh, he played the part of deceiver well,
given she had arranged the assignation by way of a promissory missive.
Shameful, yes, but she had competition to consider.
She gave the room one last glance and took his arm. “Yes, I would,”
she said with a lilt in her voice. No reason to sound scared, despite her
watery knees.
The earl guided her through the French doors, out onto the terrace.
“The music is so loud,” she said, taking matters into her own hands. “You
might find the garden to your liking.” She grabbed his hand and scampered
down the wide stone steps. “Oh, look. I’d love to see the orangery, wouldn’t you?”
She dashed across the manicured lawn, toward the orangery at the
edge of the property.
“Your parents might miss you.”
“I’ll worry about that later.”

Find the author at http://www.britaaddams.net

Thursday, September 11, 2014

WRITERS WRITE... WRITING PARTNERS FEUD ~ 911 Remembrance





Z:  911 still haunts me.  I worked in the World Trade Center.  The company was headquartered out of there.  I remember the folks I'd talk to regularly.  The coffee lady.  The security guy that knew my name.  The staff.  They're lives were destroyed.
A:  I feel your pain.
Z:  Listen to this:  “Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children."  This is what President George W. Bush said.
A: (Silence held the room for a long time)  I just read this and it is reflective of my feelings. 
 “For me and my family personally, September 11 was a reminder that life is fleeting, impermanent, and uncertain. Therefore, we must make use of every moment and nurture it with affection, tenderness, beauty, creativity, and laughter."  That was given by Deepak Chopra, M.D..
Z:  Our nation ached.  Whereas I knew many and felt for so many more.  David Levithan wrote, "What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met."
A:  I didn't know anyone who lost their life that day, nor did I know anyone who lost a loved one, so I agree, for I still mourned.  In many ways still do, for our world changed after that, and as someone once said, once you open Pandora's box you can't close it again.
Z:  That event galvanized a nation.  It seemed that way.  But in all fairness to our people... we probably were already galvanized and this just revealed it.
(The two writers and friends put aside working and went to have breakfast... why... talking was needed)


KILLER DOLLS EXCERPT
Taut was quite aware of the danger that just unvialed and reacted with quick and keen moves. Approaching her from her rear he placed one huge powerful hand over her mouth so she would not inhale any toxins and his other arm about her waist. Lifting her from the floor he retreated from the danger. He kept focus. Reviewing what he had memorized from Charles Gallagher's e-mail.
Letti gasped at the unexpected behavior but she wasn't adverse to it. After all, he did something similar when he had kissed her so suddenly in her apartment. It felt like one of those fantasy moments, something right out of an ole-fashioned bodice ripper. Yet, the moment wasn't quite right. There were those guys. Shouldn't they be a bit prudent, or did the possibility of danger turn Taut.... well.... taut.
She struggled but he refused to release her. He couldn't let her do anything that might spread the ricin. Gallagher had provided photos of ricin victims. He would not, not allow this to harm Letti. No one was to be hurt. Not again. Not on his watch. That imperative directed his next decisions. 
His hold was an aphrodisiac, animalistic, driven, homogeneous with her want, placated by only submission to it, and her body began to respond. Shallow short breaths followed the intense heat smoldering in her groin, incinerating any resistance, and guaranteeing conflagration of raging flames of lust. The tight, pucker of her nipples signaled her growing arousal, and heaviness attached itself to her breasts, having that need to be touched. She surrendered to his authority, submitted, and urged him with her acquiesces to take more.






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