Sunday, 29 July 2012

Six Sunday - The Monster of Fame

It’s been a while since I did this, but since the crazy few months are thankfully almost over, I’m able to post again! Yay!
Here’s the deal. Post six sentences from your current wip, an old one or a published work. This week I’m posting a snippet from The Monster of Fame which will be released October 15th from Beachwalk Press.

His scowl was filled with rage, but she thought she could see a flicker of guilt in his eyes. “I can download the song and we can work on it tonight if you want.”
“Isn’t that against the rules?” she asked.
The guilt and anger vanished and a warm smile curved his lips. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Anna couldn’t help herself, she grinned back at him, feeling like a load had been lifted off her shoulders.

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Happy Sunday all

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Spotlight - Dangerous Ally

Welcome Jessica Lauryn. Read on to find out more about her book, Dangerous Ally.  


For five lonely years, diamond smuggling kingpin Lucas Ramone has hidden himself from the world. With a father who has baited him all his life, made a game of trying to trip him up at every turn, Lucas will do whatever is necessary to protect what is rightfully his. What he isn’t prepared for is Lilah Benson…

Upon accepting a job in the home of her sister’s maniacal ex-fiancé, reporter Lilah Benson believes she has finally found the perfect way to make her mark on the world. Exposing the criminal endeavors of Lucas Ramone won’t soon be forgotten. But as she comes to know the man who was supposed to be her adversary, Lilah is tempted by a passion far stronger than the desire to see her name in print…

Power and control are tools of survival, critical in a world of thievery and deception. Lilah, an innocent in a land of criminals, may be the one person capable of bringing Lucas to his knees. But Lucas will stop at nothing to keep his empire secure.

He will have it all: His Fortune, His Legacy, and Lilah Benson in his bed…


Feeling the warmth of tears in her eyes, Lilah rose from the table. She never became so emotional over nothing. What in God’s name was wrong with her?

Lucas’s strong hand came against her shoulder. She didn’t pull away. In fact, she had the strangest urge to just lean into him. Like somehow, he would take away all of her doubts.

"Lena’s happy in her life with her children, and with Alec Westwood," he said. "I’d never begrudge her that. All I ever wanted was her happiness."

The way he said the words, she almost believed them. He seemed to care, or at least, maybe was trying to be a better person.

"You’re trembling," he said, reaching in before she could stop him. His finger brushed her quivering lip.

Her instinct was to smack his hand. But the tingling sensation racing from mouth to spine kept her in place. Lucas’s touch was so soft. It made her crazy. She was consumed by the strongest desire for his lips to be where his finger was now.

He took her wine glass and held it out to her. "Here," he said. "This’ll calm your nerves."

Senses returning with a bang, Lilah held up two hands in protest. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" she snapped, not entirely sure whether it was him she was angrier at or herself.

"Am I that obvious?" He laughed as if the whole thing was funny, setting the glass back down.

She enjoyed being in the company of a monster—there was nothing lighthearted about it!

"I’m guessing you’ve probably been down this road too many times, hmm?" Lucas replaced his hand on her shoulder.

"What road would that be, exactly?"

His gray eyes looked deeply into hers. "I’m sure I’m not the first man who’s tried to get you into a relaxed state, Lilah."

"Actually—" She hesitated, not wanting to get so personal yet feeling she could probably tell him anything and he’d somehow understand. "It’s been a long time, longer than you’d imagine. After I finished college, I had every intention of becoming a journalist. Meaning I’d be out most of the time chasing a story despite whatever danger came with it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, for as long as I can remember."

He nodded, coming closer. "You must have been very persistent. It takes a good deal of perseverance and sacrifice to become a success at such a young age."

Lilah sure knew that. While her friends had been enjoying their last semester of college, she’d been frantically gathering writing samples, sending them out to every newspaper who would give her the time of day. But had her father noticed? Even when she became one of the youngest reporters at the New York Times, he’d barely raised a brow.

Deep down, she knew this was why she’d accepted Raphael’s offer, even in spite of the danger that came with it. A story about Raphael Ramone’s family laundry wasn’t going to impress Blake Benson. But exposing Lucas’s diamond smuggling operation would be a print-worthy unearthing that would win her father’s admiration as well as her first Pulitzer.

She lowered her gaze. "I haven’t given up anything so wonderful."

Lucas lifted her chin. "But if it came to that, do you think you’d be willing to make that sacrifice? Give up something you want—maybe something you want more than anything—to attain some ultimate level of self-victory?"

A chill came over her at his words. Lilah came back a step, unsure of what had just happened but wanting desperately to pretend it hadn’t.

Lucas cleared his throat. "Let’s get some air, shall we?"

Something she needed desperately. She followed him to the balcony, welcoming the cool night breeze as it caressed her hot skin.

"It’s beautiful here," she said, hoping very much to steer the conversation in a new direction.

"It is." He nodded and came beside her, bracing the rail with one hand. He slipped an arm around her back.

His body was warm—like a furnace—and he felt strong, as if he spent his days loading lumber instead of dabbling away at a computer.

Lilah shivered, goose bumps forming along her bare arms. It felt so nice being close to Lucas. Too nice. Maybe she’d just stay there with him a few minutes longer. They weren’t exactly hurting anyone by being in each other’s company.

He leaned into her, speaking in a tone she could only describe as husky. "Those men you never met," he said, "that was their loss."

She blinked, keeping her eyes on the night sky. "Please. A man’s the last thing I need in my life."

"Are you sure about that?" Lucas asked, his warm breath coming against her ear. "Or is it possible you’ve been hiding behind your work for so long, you don’t even know how things could be?" His palm brushed her bare shoulder as he turned her to face him. "No one knows what it’s like to be hidden from the world more than I do, Lilah. You can trust me on this. I think we’re more alike than you realize. And it’s possible we’re both missing out on something incredible."

She didn’t push his hand away as it cupped her cheek. Or his arm as it encompassed her waist. No, she let him do what he wanted. She wanted him to touch her...

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 At two years old, Jessica became a devoted fan of both listening to and reciting the books her parents would read to her at night. When she was a little older (about four), she sought a greater challenge in her life, and began making up stories of her own, acting them out with her dolls. “When the dolls got “boyfriends,” she says, “I knew I was getting too old for dolls!”

 As a romance novelist and a reader alike, Jessica is most intrigued by dark heroes, who have many demons to conquer…but little trouble enticing female companions into their beds! She feels that the best romances are those where the hero is already seducing the heroine from that first point of contact. “Isn’t it the hero’s job to seduce?” she says with a grin.

Jessica loves to see the sparks fly when a stubborn, domineering hero crosses paths with a bold, feisty heroine, and uses the combination frequently in her stories.

 When she’s is not writing, Jessica enjoys listening to asmuch80’s music as possible, watching the same re-runs of Smallville over and over, shopping for exceptionally unique cameos, and taking long walks in nature where she can daydream about anything romantic. Though she resides in Central New Jersey, her heart belongs to the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire.

Monday, 16 July 2012

Giveaway - Make Me Stay, by Ella Jade

Ella's newest book, Make Me Stay is up for sale now! Sounds awesome, don't mind if I do :o)

Enter in the raffle below for your chance to win.


Can the sub teach the Dom to play?
Natural submissive Gracie Miller thought she had found her other half in Cade Jameson. Not only did he help her through a difficult time in her life, in the bedroom he brought her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. They seemed perfect for each other.
Cade knew what he wanted in the bedroom. Gracie brought out his domineering side and ignited his passion. But he feared he was too dominant for this beautiful, naïve girl, who was so young and impressionable, so he ended their relationship.
Two and a half years later, Gracie returns to town a new woman. She had moved to the city and found a "Master" who showed her what she was truly capable of. Now she's back and wants to show Cade exactly what kind of submissive she could be for him.
But after hearing all that she's experienced, Cade now wonders if he's dominant enough to satisfy her. Can he be the man Gracie needs him to be?
Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM themes

Ten minutes later they were seated at a quaint restaurant in the center of town. Cade had requested a quiet table in the back so they wouldn't be interrupted. He was confused enough and didn't need any distractions. Being a well-known businessman, he was always running into people who wanted to have a drink with him. Gracie's return would probably be the talk of the town in a matter of days.

Once they ordered dinner and the waitress poured their wine he'd had enough small talk. He wanted answers.

"Why did you come back?"

"I told you." Gracie sipped her wine. "I took a job here."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not." She lowered her head.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Just look at me." He was puzzled over her return and her elusiveness frustrated him.

She quickly raised her gaze, meeting his eyes.

"You walked away from this town without a trace. I don't believe you would come back after all this time to consult. Something isn't right."

"You told me to leave."

"Me!" He tapped his chest. "I told you to leave me. I never expected you to disappear. I thought I'd know where you were and what you were doing." Even though he told her to go, he'd always intended to take care of her.

"Without you, there wasn't anything here for me. You were everything. I had no family. I lived in your house. Where did you expect me to go?"

"We could have figured it out together. I would have made sure you were taken care of." She'd always been his responsibility and when she left he panicked she'd end up on the street.

"I needed to go. I had to figure out who I was. That's what you wanted."

"I wanted you to be happy."

"I am." She smiled. "I told you, I met someone who helped me."

"Then why aren't you with him?" He didn't like to think about her with another man. It infuriated him to know someone else touched what was his, even if he did let her go. "Are you running from him? Is that why you're back here? Do you need my help?"

She laughed. "I could never run from Martin."

He hated knowing his name. "So, Martin was your boyfriend?"

"Not really." She took another sip of her wine.

Her mysterious behavior pissed him off. She'd better start talking and fast.

"Your husband?" He felt his blood boil. Could she have gotten married?

"Cade", she said as she reached for his hand. "I don't want you to freak, but Martin was my Dom. I was his submissive."

About the author:
Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBooks industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing and scrapbooking. She hope's you'll get lost in her words.

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Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Author Spotlight – Jessica Lauryn

The lovely Jessica Lauryn has agreed to do a book spotlight for her release, Dangerous Proposal, on my blog today! I’ve got this book in my TBR pile and can’t wait to get started on it.

For ten agonizing years, Alec Westwood has been keeping a secret from the world. At nineteen, he nearly committed the most horrific of crimes—murder in cold blood—and narrowly escaped the assigned task with his life. When a stunning young woman crosses his path wearing the insignia for the underground organization that recruited him, he vows not to let fate get a second chance. But when the enchantress gives him a kiss that leaves him spellbound, Alec realizes the power she holds is greater than all his strength and fortitude combined…

On the run from her psychotic fiancé, Lena Benson vows to forge a new life, even if that means befriending a witch, and practicing the craft of the devil. But when her new friend Jack tells her to stay away from Alec Westwood, the man she believes her fiancé hired to track her down, and the handsome stranger she kissed in a tavern, Lena vows to take matters into her own hands. Alec may have the charm, but she’s calling the shots this time, even if that means resisting the man responsible for giving her the most intimate kiss of her life, a man who’s eyes and touch rob her, literally, of sense…


As he opened the door to his office Alec realized that papers wererustling. He stopped, blinking in disbelief. Shock turned to anger. Angerturned to rage. Lena was there, her back turned toward him, her hands in hisfiling cabinet. She was going through his files!

The papers in the cabinet said nothing about him whatsoever. But it wasobvious enough what she’d been looking for. And she was about to find out therewere consequences to her actions.

Alec slammed the door, causing the pictures on the wall to shake. Thefiles slipped from Lena’s hands. They scattered as they hit the tiled floor.

Fear quaked in her hazel eyes as he walked toward her. God, he couldjust lay her back and take her right there on the desk…

“What the hell are you doing in here?” he demanded. He watched withfascination as she swallowed, her Adam’s apple moving lightly against the curveof her neck.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t think—”

“Didn’t think what, that you’d get caught? I’d imagine not, or youwouldn’t have broken into my office. I’m calling security.” He reached for thephone.

“No, wait!” Her soft hand came against his. “Please don’t do that.Please.”

Alec winced. The desperation in her Lena’s voice struck him somewherewithin. The tempting view of her cleavage didn’t hurt either. No, he hadn’tjust spent the last ten years trying to escape the past only to be destroyed byit now.

He captured her wrist. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?Those files are confidential! I guess whoever trained you failed to inform youthat you just broke about five different laws. I hope it was worth it.”

“Trained me?” There was surprise in her soft voice. “No one trained me.I came here on my own.”

Stunned by her statement, Alec released her. Was she serious? Whatreason could she possibly have for coming there aside from the obvious? Thewoman was either the greatest liar on the planet or else the world’s worstunderground spy. Either way, those quivering lips of hers were just demandingto be kissed. He slid the phone back into the receiver.

“You came here on your own?” He stalked toward her. “No one sent you?”

“No one. I sent myself.”

 "Is that right?” he said, smiling as she backed into his desk. “Andjust why would you go and do a thing like that?”

“Because.” She looked at the floor. “I don’t know. I was curious. Aboutyou, I guess. I’m sorry.”

Alec smiled. It was oddly thrilling to hear that she had gone to somuch trouble to gather information about him. Even if it was only part of aplan to take his life.

“You broke into the private office of a doctor because you were curious? Of course it means nothing toyou that my diplomas are hanging around the room. Tell me, Lena, what is itabout me that’s gotten you so curious?”He put his hands at her sides, pinning her in place. “Had I been in the sameposition as you, my dear, I suppose I might have been just as tempted. I am arather fascinating subject matter, aren’t I? But I guess that’s just thedifference between you and me. I have something called ethics. A good thing tohave when you’re in my line of work.”

Alec found himself regretting his last statement. Why did she have tolook at him that way? What reason could she possibly have to be hurt? “Lena,I—”

“You have the nerve to lecture me about ethics? You lure me into ahallway, kiss me against my will, and you have the nerve to say I’m unethical? Perhaps you ought to belooking in the mirror when you say a few of these things, Dr. Westwood!”

“Perhaps I should.” His voice rose. “But I’m not the one investigatingpeople. Am I?”

“Investigating people?” She blinked.

Alec drew a breath. Not only was she an excellent liar, but he neverdreamed he’d succeed in getting her as steamed as he was. He wondered if shewas equally aroused.

“No, of course not.” He leaned in close. “A sweet, innocent woman likeyou investigating a dark scoundrel like me? You and I both know that’s notwhat’s going on here. Don’t we, Lena?”

“What do you mean?” Her hazel eyes sparkled with question.

“You play it like you’re so naïve. You play it very well, in fact, butyou and I both know it’s just an act.”

“An act?” She bit her lip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He ran his fingertips down the length of her sleeve. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The way you become so flustered every time I get close to you. You try to hide it, but it’s written all over your pretty face. You weren’t satisfied by our last encounter, and you thought you’d come over here and try again. Only this time”—he looked into her eyes—“I believe you want morethan just to be kissed.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she demanded, fighting to slip free of his grasp.

He held her in place. “You’re a smart woman, Lena. If you didn’t want to be here, you wouldn’t be. Go ahead. The door’s right there.”

Alec bit his tongue. He’d definitely gone too far with that one. He’d all but offered her a way out. Releasing her, he watched and waited. But to his astonishment, Lena didn’t move.

A smile crept upon his lips.

She wanted him. Wanted him as much as he did her. There was no denying that now. She wanted him, and he was going to give her exactly what she’d asked for. Not to worry, my sweet. No reason for either of us to be ashamed about something we both want so much…

He brought his face to hers so that their lips were almost touching. But he didn’t kiss her. Not yet. Lena believed she didn’t want him, thought herself immune to his charm. He was going to make sure she knew exactly how much she wanted to be there.

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At two years old, Jessica became a devoted fan of both listening to and reciting the books her parents would read to her at night. When she was a little older (about four), she sought a greater challenge in her life, and began making up stories of her own, acting them out with her dolls. “When the dolls got “boyfriends,” she says, “I knew I was getting too old for dolls!”
 As a romance novelist and a reader alike, Jessica is most intrigued by dark heroes, who have many demons to conquer…but little trouble enticing female companions into their beds! She feels that the best romances are those where the hero is already seducing the heroine from that first point of contact. “Isn’t it the hero’s job to seduce?” she says with a grin.
Jessica loves to see the sparks fly when a stubborn, domineering hero crosses paths with a bold, feisty heroine, and uses the combination frequently in her stories.
 When she’s is not writing, Jessica enjoys listening to asmuch80’s music as possible, watching the same re-runs of Smallville over and over, shopping for exceptionally unique cameos, and taking long walks in nature where she can daydream about anything romantic. Though she resides in Central New Jersey, her heart belongs to the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire.

Monday, 9 July 2012

Spotlight - Check out Time

Welcome, Rosa Sophia :o)
Check Out Time by Rosa Sophia

Naomi Vogler blames herself for her mother's tragic death, continually reliving the accident in her nightmares.  When she reconnects with her estranged father, he invites her to live with him in a little town called Witchfire.  A simple job stocking shelves overnight at a local grocery store seems a perfect distraction.  But when the manager of the store is found dead in the boiler room, Naomi's boring job becomes something much more complicated.  No matter how she looks at it, one thing is certain: retail is murder.

Rosa Sophia is the author of the Paranormal Mystery Taking 1960.  She currently resides in south Florida. 

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Thursday, 5 July 2012

Character Interview/argument, the verdict's still out...

After reading How Much You Want to Bet? I’ve been dying to interview the two protagonists, Gib and Neil, knowing it would be a giggle. The awesome Melissa Blue has agreed so please give a huge welcome to Gibland Winnfred the Third and Neil Sullivan!

Q: Last week’s pool game—not to mention the red hot kiss you shared—got a few tongues wagging. How do you both feel about that?

Neil: What kiss?

Gib: The one where you moaned and then lost a bet.

Neil: Oh, that old man kiss? Too wet and unasked for? I have no opinion on the matter. He may think it shook the very foundation of my world. I think it's borderline assault.

Gib: Very descriptive for something you can scarcely remember.

Neil: See. I'd say I’d rather kiss a trout and he'd still hear I'd rather kiss him.

Gib smiles: You'd rather kiss me? All you have to do is ask instead of protesting so much.

Q: I’m guessing you stuck to the bet? Dinner and coughing up the dough?

Neil: A Sullivan keeps their word. He took me to some fancy schmancy place. It was nice. And, um, yes. * clears her throat * I paid Gib the money I owed him.

Gib: Do tell how and why you paid me the money, even though I offered to excuse the debt.

Neil: We made another bet.

Gib: And that bet was?


Gib: The bet was that I couldn't kiss better than the trout she so loves to compare me to. Once again, she lost.


Gib: She moaned and pretty much wrapped herself around me. Safe to say, I think she liked it.

Neil: He assumed he won so I let him think so.

Gib: Right. So you let me pin you against your door? And then when you slammed it in my face what I heard wasn't you sliding down to the floor?

Neil: Next question, please.

Q: Did sparks fly?

Neil: Sparks of anger.

Gib: Anger is another way to look at passion. And, Neil can kiss.


*  Interviewer's note: Neil blushed.  *

Q: Neil, I hear you’re building Gib’s new home. Do you think working so close to him will make you lose focus?

Neil: Absolutely not. I can build his house in my sleep. If he let me get any. He's worse than a parent on their kid's first day of school. He wants me to practically hold his hand and walk him step by step. It's cute, but it's his first real project. I'll admit, he has some talent when it comes to architecture.

Gib: Was that a compliment I heard?

Neil: Yes. Don't let it go to your head. We'll have to redo the specs for your doorways.

Gib: Thank you.

Neil: No thanks necessary. Now, if only you'd get it through that big and thick curly head of yours I don't need a babysitter, all will be fine in my world.

Gib: Specifics again. Do elaborate.

Neil: Just because I notice your hair is curly doesn't mean it's a compliment.

Gib: Yes, so the next time you grip my curly hair when you kiss me I won't take it as a compliment. Duly noted.

*  Interviewers note: Neil lets out a long, suffering sigh.  *

Q: It’s quite obvious there’s lots of chemistry between the two of you. The air is so thick in here I could cut through it with a knife. Have you never considered another date, maybe seeing where things go?

Neil: No. Never. You couldn't pay me.

Gib: Let's bet on it.

Neil: You have a problem. You bet on everything.

Gib: One of many problems, but this one I enjoy. So, let's make a bet...By the end of this interview I'll have another date.

Neil: Since hell hasn't frozen over yet, I say deal.

Gib tsks: Ms. Sullivan, when will you learn? You haven't even asked how or why.

Neil: The how or why doesn't matter. You won't win. I'm not going to say yes to another date or get tricked into one.

Gib: Know ahead of time, I'll pick you up around eight. Wear that little black dress I love.

Neil: I'm going to so love winning this time.

Q: Chillax guys! *Interviewer sniggers* You both clearly have unresolved issues, but, I’m not going there right now. I wanna know how you got into construction, Neil. And Gib, tell me a little about your designs and what sparked your interest.

Neil: I’m good with my hands. I don’t shy away from a hard day’s work.  I know it’s not a traditional job, but I like what I like. And I like building things with my hands.

Gib:  Hmm, she likes what she likes and so do I. My interest ebbs and flows. That’s how I tripped up on architecture. Went to school for it and had to drop out to help run my father’s business. Never went back to it.

Neil: What he means to say is it became hard work.

Gib: She’s right, but I’ll go back to it one day.

Neil: Soon?

Gib: As soon as you explain the paint splatters on your jeans. It’s not what you’d use for a house.

Neil: What?

Gib: I’ll leave it alone if you agree to go on another date.

Neil: Blackmail?

Gib: It’s only blackmail if it’s a secret. Is it?

Neil:  I’ll go on the date, already.

Gib: But now I want to know. Forget the date. Answer the question.

Neil: We’ll go on the date and that’ll be all the answer you need.

Gib smiles: Deal.

Neil realizes the trap a moment too late: The reason he’s not an architect is because he’s really a con man.

Q: And Neil, from what I heard, if Gib kissed like a fish why the hell were you all over him? And Gibland, why the need to bet all the time? Is it to prove men with manicures can still be macho?

Neil: I’m human. If a man kisses you the way he can, you’d react the same way. But, then I remember what those lips are attached to. A con man.

Gib: I’m not a con man. Although, I’ve been a reporter, stock broker, ran a multi-billion dollar company…I’m well-rounded. And, Neil, don’t be bitter about losing the bet. I always win. But, the interviewer asked about my nails. I don’t have to prove anything. I am very much a man. Matter of fact, you can ask Neil how much of a man I am.

Neil: Well either he’s a man or he had a pool stick in his pocket.  But, the manicure is still suspect.  I bet he has more hair product than I do.

Gib: Back to my hair again. You can run your fingers through it. I won’t bite. Too hard.

Neil: Keep your mouth and manicured fingers to yourself.

Gib: I will, if you will. But you can’t and you can’t admit it either. It must be hard to deny yourself the simple pleasures of life.

Neil: You’re chasing me last time I checked.

Gib: I am and every now and again you let me catch up and kiss you.

Neil: Lies. All lies.

Gib laughs: Wanna bet?

Neil grins: Prove me wrong now. Without a con.

Gib: Kiss me and if you don’t moan I’ll leave you alone.

Neil: In your dreams Trout Mouth. I’ve agreed to the date and it will end sans kiss.

Gib:  Sounds like a bet to me. Deal then?

Neil hesitates: Deal.

* Interviewer note: I’ve got my money on Gib winning. Again.  *

In the small community of Whistle Lake Neil Sullivan has managed to stay under the radar. Her past as an artist is almost a dim memory as she becomes just one of the guys working for Whistle Lake Construction. The promise she made to her father to never paint again finally seems attainable, until she forced to deal with Gibland Winnfred the Third. He's charming and rich and irresistible. She, of course, is put in charge of building his home. Day in and day out he begins to stir long and forgotten needs she can't seem to ignore. 

There’s more to the rich playboy than meets the eye. One thing remains the same, Gib gets what he wants. And Neil is what he wants. Only under the pain of torture would Neil admit she wants him back.

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Cheers Melissa, it's been a ball.


Monday, 2 July 2012

Spotlight - Tropical Cougar by Tamaria Soana

The fantastic Tomaria Soana, author of Naughty Little Bedtime Stories, has another fab book up for grabs. An Amazon Exclusive, from Ruby Lioness, this is one short that you'll want to get your hands on. I'll hand it over to Tamaria to do her thang...

Tropical Cougar by Tamaria Soana

Will one night with an older woman change everything?

After finding the love of his life in bed with someone else, twenty-six-year-old Seth Reynolds wanted a fresh start and found it in Jamaica. Being a bartender at one of the island's exclusive resorts has its perks...not the least of them being a very sexy, older woman: Sylvia Radcliff. While she's determined to celebrate her forty-fifth birthday, Seth is equally determined to seduce the most enchanting woman he’s ever met.

Tropical Cougar is an Amazon Exclusive from Ruby Lioness Press

Excerpt :

            Seth woke to the smell of eggs and coffee. Sylvia had ordered them breakfast.
"Get up, sleepyhead, breakfast is here," she said, crawling up his naked body.
"I would rather have you for breakfast, but you have a robe on."
"I couldn't answer the door naked, could I?"
"No, I guess not," he whispered, reaching to tug on the belt of her robe.
"The food will get cold," she replied as she playfully pushed him away.
Seth let out a laugh. "I don't care. I just need a taste. I'll make it quick; just trust me," he said as he hovered over her. He looked into her blue eyes and smiled when she nodded, giving him all the incentive he needed. He leaned down and kissed her lips before traveling down her body. He took each nipple in his mouth and sucked hard before he pushed her legs apart, and his tongue found heaven "Mmmm, you taste so sweet." He moaned into her warm flesh.
Tamaria Soana is middle aged, but just feels like her life has begun. She resides in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw has always been her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights. Growing up she always loved to write, mainly short stories and poetry. She's married with two beautiful young girls and one very spoiled lab mix.
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