Today I've got Valerie Ullmer on my blog with her book, KAI, and get a look at that magnificant book cover! I LOVE it. Okay, so what got me hooked on this book was the very first statement - There are two words that described Kai.....Hmm, let's find out more about Kai.
There are two words that described Kai.
Remote and Deadly.
And until six months ago, he was fine with that description. But when the vampire assassin spots a curvaceous woman, a human no less, who would come to fill his thoughts, he would gladly shake his persona for a moment in time with her. Instead, he kept his distance, watching out for her and learning more about her every time their paths crossed. But he had yet to speak to her. When a turn of events thrusts her into his solitary life, he must decide whether to complete his assignment, or protect her.
Olivia Sabin had dedicated her life to her work; finding a cure for cancer. She had hidden behind the mask of a scientist who cares little about anything beyond her laboratory, and for a long while she believed it herself. But when a mysterious man came to frequent the diner she visited nightly, her awareness of him devastated her concentration, and she came to look forward to the glimpses of him, however brief.
When she stumbles upon a horrific experiment at work, she knows he’s the only one she can turn to. She’s willing to sacrifice everything in order to protect him and others of his kind from the same fate. But first, she needs to find a way to get him to hear her explanation.
That was the moment he spotted her from the corner of his eye.
Her mass of cascading dark, curly hair bounced against the burgundy mid-length trench coat wrapped tightly around her to ward off the chill of the late September night. But with her head tilted down, he was unable to see her face. Even from the distance of over two hundred yards, he could hear her mumbling to herself. As hard as he listened, he couldn’t quite make out the words. The coat did nothing to cover her curves hidden underneath, and he found himself enthralled by the sway of her hips. His gaze traveled down her curvy body, and his groin tightened with every step she took.
Before he could contemplate his actions, he leapt from the deck and flew down the mountain, stopping when he stood, hidden in the darkness, a few feet from her. He forced himself to widen the distance between them, and started trailing her.
Experience and his enhanced senses kept him out of sight from her and the others who ventured out on the cold night. He soon found that she was so absorbed in whatever happened to be on her mind that he could have stood right in front of her, and she would’ve ignored him and kept walking.
He trailed her as she closed in on the diner on the corner, learning that the small eatery was her destination on most nights. She chose that moment to brush her long hair out of her face. With that tiny movement, her fragrance of lemongrass and green apple drifted back toward him. A low snarl erupted from his throat as his body stiffened in shock; the unexpected reaction to her scent was so fierce, he was torn between his instant desire for her and self-preservation. The sound he hadn’t managed to smother must’ve reached her, because her head turned toward him and her brows drew down in confusion. A split second before her eyes landed on where he stood, he stepped back, pissed at his infinitesimal loss of control. A silent sigh of relief passed his lips as she shook her head, not able to spot in him the dark, and continued on her way.
In his over two hundred year existence, he’d never been attracted to a human. Blood was the one reason that he interacted with humans, and even that could be taken from a donor without him having him drink from the source. But as he tried to pass off a reason he reacted to her in such an elemental way, he continued to follow her, finding himself outside the door that read Blue Plate Diner. Obscured by the door, his eyes tracked movement as the waitress greeted her as if they were old friends. For a reason he couldn’t fathom, he felt a surge of jealousy. He was still a stranger to this captivating human, and she intrigued him.
Without quite knowing why he had followed her, he opened the door and walked into the chrome and tiled cafe, taking the time to pull up the hood of his sweatshirt. He scanned the place and settled for a booth at the back of the restaurant, where he could watch her without being detected.
By the time he’d sat down and scanned for any possible dangers, she had pulled out a laptop along with a sheaf of papers filled with formulas he couldn’t decipher. Between typing and writing in the margins of the already filled pages, the concentration on her work was total.
He found himself mesmerized by the play of emotions on her face as she worked. A smile for when she figured out a problem, or a frown when something didn’t quite fit, and everything in between. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. When she bit her lip in concentration, it took all of his control to keep his distance from her. He found that he had to grip the table to keep himself still, when all he wanted to do was devour her.
The spell was broken when the waitress had placed a club sandwich with a side of fries on the free space next to her elbow. He forced himself to relax, but kept his eyes on her when she reached for the sandwich absently and ate without really paying attention to anything else but the work in front of her.
After several hours, her hand covered a small yawn. She glanced at her watch, and he felt the side of his mouth tilt as she rolled her eyes. Thanking the waitress, she reached for two tens in her pocket and dropped them on the table before she packed up and left.
From that night on, he made a point to arrive at the diner minutes after she was seated, and spent hours scanning her face as he watched her work. And every night, he slid into the shadows as she walked home to her small cottage, with its bright white siding with cornflower blue shutters that matched her perfectly. Each night, he waited until she was safely inside with the door locked, before he made his way back to his home on the mountain.
His attraction also came with a somewhat unwanted reaction. Protectiveness. He estimated her height at under five and a half feet tall, and although she walked everywhere in their relatively safe little town—to her job at Standard Biotech and her home, several blocks from the diner—he had to tamp down his need to protect her. From what, he couldn’t explain, even to himself.
Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She's addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.
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Thank you so much, Valerie, for showcasing your book on my blog. The story certainly captured my attention and I can't wait to get the book on my TBR list. Thanks everyone for visiting!
TGIF! To finish the week, I have L.M. Brown on my blog with her book, Holographic Havoc. L.M., please, tell us about your book!
A male/male futuristic romance
Hayden Knight’s job is simple. All he has to do is sell his father’s latest invention to Tate South, the Acquisitions Manager of the biggest supplier of the best in cutting-edge technology. The virtual assistant is designed to help the user in all aspects of their life, but Hayden views the holographic helper as nothing but a nuisance. Keeping his annoyance to himself is relatively easy until a major technical glitch causes Tate to see and hear Hayden’s assistant.
Hayden and Tate are thrown together while they try to figure out what has happened, and the chemistry between them is electric. Hayden soon finds that convincing Tate that he needs a Holo-Assistant isn’t as important to him as persuading him he needs Hayden in his life.
The attraction is mutual and the sparks fly. If only they could get rid of their holographic third wheel.
Hayden waited for Tate to speak again. He wanted to ask whether they really did have a date on Friday, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.
"There's just one real problem I'm seeing with the assistant," Tate finally said.
"And what's that?" Hayden asked. He could think of numerous problems with the wretched thing, but Tate wouldn't know about any of those.
"You can't maintain confidentiality if others can see the hologram," Tate replied. "If you ask the assistant something you don't want others to hear, or if it offers information others shouldn't be privy to, you could find yourself in potentially awkward or even damaging situations."
"That's the beauty of the neural implant," Hayden reminded him. "Only the person who owns the assistant can see and hear it."
Tate smirked at him. "I beg to disagree."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I can see and hear your assistant and have been able to since I walked into this room."
"What? That's impossible."
"Nevertheless, I can. Which is a rather large bug, wouldn't you say?"
"Are you sure?"
Tate laughed. "Oh, I'm sure. Would you like me to describe him?"
"Tall, short blond hair, very well-built, wearing an outrageously indecent pair of briefs and a smile."
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L.M. Brown is an English writer of gay romances. She believes that there is nothing hotter or sweeter than two men in love with each other… unless it is three.
When L.M. Brown isn't bribing her fur babies for control of the laptop, she can usually be found with her nose in a book.
She loves hearing from readers and can be contacted via her website at http://lmbrownauthor.wordpress.com or by email at firstname.lastname@example.org
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Happy Thursday, and guess what? Izzy is back on my blog today with her Blog Tour for Zoe's Mates. Be sure to check out the giveaways she has going on at the end of the blog. So, Izzy, tell us about Zoe's Mates.
Zoe's Mates By Izzy Szyn
Izzy is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. Those locations may be foundhere. **** Bonus Giveaway**** Izzy is offering 2 VIP tickets to Show Me Your Books in Kansas City, KS. All you have to do is buy a copy of Zoe and then enter with the RaffleCopter. This contest will run until the end of October.
Previously released under the title Sexual Healing in the Coming In Hot Boxed Set.
Zoe's Mates has been edited with some new material.
Paramedic Zoe Whitaker is set to become engaged to Saratoga Falls Hospital's Chief of Staff Derek Barnes. But when his twin brother Liam returns with his lover Brent Taylor, Zoe begins to think she's with the wrong twin.
Liam and Brent came back from Ravana for one reason only, to claim Zoe Whitaker.
The minute they walked in the bakery, Zoe knew what was missing in her life. Them. It took a second for Zoe to realize that Liam was with Brent. Inside she was jumping up and down, her head reminded her that they left without even saying goodbye. âLiam?â It wasnât fair, thought Zoe, that he looked even better than he did before. âWhat are you doing here?â A sexual hunger started to awaken inside her. Her pulse started to race, which was stupid. They probably just wanted to catch up. âAs soon as you left the hospital, I called him,â Brent admitted. âI couldnât stay away,â Liam admitted. Opening his arms, âCome here.â Zoe could hear people talking around her. She didnât care, she was home, in Liamâs arms. The only thing missing was Brentâs arms. âQuit hogging her,â protested Brent.
About the Author:
New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls. Izzy loves to keep in touch with her readers. Email her at email@example.com.
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Hey all, today it's Marilyn Baron's turn to visit my blog. She's sharing the blurp, excerpt and a YouTube video of The Alibi. So, grab your favorite drink, pull up a chair and find out about this book!
Merritt Saxe, newly hired public relations specialist with the Florida prison system, answers an urgent plea from their division’s director, Willard Ware Baintree. Following his orders, she finds him in the apartment of his mistress, his bloody T-shirt and the mistress’s dead body convincing her the criminal justice superstar is himself a criminal. The director claims he didn’t kill the woman and coerces Merritt into being his alibi. Meanwhile, as the director pulls her farther into his web of lies, Merritt breaks with her longstanding boyfriend and begins a steamy relationship with hunky attorney Israel Goodspeed, whose brother works for the director. Yet how can she trust Israel with her secret or her heart when she suspects the director has been orchestrating their relationship to keep her in line? Speaking out about the cover-up could cost her more than time in jail…it could cost her life.
Tear tracks stained his face. Blood stained his white T-shirt. His eyes were glazed over. He appeared to be in shock. He looked like hell.
“Director, are you all right?”
He didn’t answer.
“Director Baintree,” I shouted, “are you hurt?” My raised voice blew him out of his stupor and back into battle mode.
“What the hell does it look like? No, I’m not all right. I need you to take me home.”
“Where’s Miss Braddock? Does she need a ride somewhere?”
“Miss Braddock?” The director appeared confused.
“Savannah Braddock. The woman who lives here.”
“She’s gone,” he said simply, deflated, his face crumpling.
I don’t know what prompted me to do this, but I walked around him and ran from room to room. There weren’t many places to look in that tiny apartment. Apparently, all it needed were the basic necessities—a kitchenette, a bathroom, and of course, a bedroom.
That’s where I found her, half naked, sprawled out on the bedspread, a pool of blood soaking the white eyelet duvet cover. And the handle of an oversized kitchen
knife sticking out of her abdomen. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. I began
hyperventilating. I was going to be sick—I knew I wouldn’t make it into the bathroom.
“For God’s sake, stop.” The director walked into the bedroom. He rounded on me, and my breathing calmed, but I continued to stand there, immobilized, staring at the once perfect, now bloody and lifeless body of Savannah Braddock.
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Let's find out a few things about Marilyn.
About the Author
Marilyn Baron writes in a variety of genres, from humorous coming-of-middle age women’s fiction to historical romantic thrillers and romantic suspense to paranormal/fantasy. THE ALIBI is her 13th novel published with The Wild Rose Press. Her book, THE SIEGE: A NOVEL, will be released in early 2018. She’s received writing awards in Single Title, Suspense Romance, Novel With Strong Romantic Elements and Paranormal/Fantasy Romance, and was The Finalist for the 2017 Georgia Author of the Year Awards in the Romance category for her book, Stumble Stones: A Novel. A public relations consultant in Atlanta, she graduated with a BS in Journalism and a minor in Creative Writing from the University of Florida. She loves to travel and sets many of her books in places she’s visited. Read more about Marilyn’s books and stories at www.marilynbaron.com.
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Greetings everyone! My favorite author and friend, Maureen Bonatch is visiting today with her recent release, Evil Speaks Softly. So lets huddle in and find out about the story she's written, and some facts about her!
Everyone has a story to tell. Even the dead.
They were never supposed to meet. Fame came easy for Liv by following in the footsteps of the female writers in her family. The cycle repeated for decades…until Liv changed the story. Her villain doesn’t like the revision—and he isn’t a fictional character. In his story, the bad guy always wins.
They were never supposed to find love. Liv never questioned her demanding nocturnal muse, or the strange incidents in her old, family home until she met Gage. His job was to watch her from afar, not reveal the truth about the curse and the stories of the dead. They’ve broken all the rules. Together they unravel secrets as they strive to stop the cycle. Liv’s ability to find love, and protect her loved ones, hangs on the fickle whims of the dead—and they’ve got nothing to lose.
“I met this strange man at the bar last night. He told me some really weird
I paused. When she remained silent, I continued. “He said it was related to my writing.” She watched me with the fascination of one who desperately wanted to look away but couldn’t. As if a deer blinded to the oncoming headlights, she was fixated, trapped. “He said to talk to you.”
I searched her face. I knew my Grams. When resignation settled on her features a knot clenched in my stomach from either fear, or the excitement of validating Gage didn’t fabricate the story. Perhaps he wasn’t crazy.
Grams slowly closed her eyes and opened them again. “He found you?”
She turned to stare out the frosted window where the birdfeeder sat frozen over from the recent snow. “I can’t believe he took that risk. Watchers are never to approach the Recorders. It could totally upset the balance.” She worried her lower lip between her teeth.
When she used the same terms as Gage, my anxiety elevated. I expected her to deny his claims and then we’d laugh about the incident. “Grams, please tell me. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I took a deep breath. “Some weird things happened last night. Occasionally I notice unusual things, but it’s an old house and I have an active imagination, but this time it scared me.”
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About the Author:
Maureen Bonatch dreamt of becoming a Solid Gold Dancer. When the show ended, she continued dancing in her living room but pursued other dreams. Surviving twins gave her the confidence to learn to belly dance, declare herself a tequila connoisseur, and act as biker babe to her alpha hubby. These adventures, her vivid imagination, and a love of sarcasm help her craft stories full of fun, magic and mayhem.
Maureen lives in small town Pennsylvania and her love of the four seasons —biking, sweat pants, hockey and hibernation—keep her there. While immersed in paranormal romance and fantasy, she survives on caffeine, wine, music and laughter. A feisty Shih Tzu keeps her in line. She enjoys reading & writing—of course! Also bicycling, being a backseat motorcycle babe, watching movies, hockey, wine tasting (usually in her living room where she still dances) and laughing.
Discomforting Thoughts About the Author & Evil Speaks Softly:
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Maureen-L.-Bonatch/e/B00KHY1KK8/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Contact Info: firstname.lastname@example.org
Wow, Maureen, your story sounds spooky and right in time for Halloween! Thank you for stopping by and I wish you great sales.
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Good day everyone! Monday we start the week off with author Adriana Kraft, with her book, April Swings, Meghan's Playhouse, Book 3. So, take it away, Adriana, and tell us about this book!
Ménage? Polyamory? A man sandwich? Sex in public places? Be careful what you ask for.
April Day deeply loves her husband, Derek, but something’s missing. To heat things up, she books them on a Caribbean cruise for their seventh anniversary. She’s not sure what she’s looking for, but she knows she’s found it as soon as she spots the delectable sprite of an actress who stars in the ship’s daily shows.
Meghan Keenan’s having a blast with her latest squeeze, Clark Hendricks, who writes and directs the shipboard main shows. Should she turn down April’s request to heat up her marriage? And if she accepts, where will Clark fit in?
Derek is stunned by his wife’s brash pursuit of the hot young actress. Must he match her boldness to keep her from leaving him?
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“There she is,” April Day whispered to her husband as they shared a late breakfast in the fourth deck restaurant of the cruise ship. “There’s that vivacious girl who does everything in the floor show.”
“You’re infatuated with her,” Derek grumbled. “You’ve been mooning over her for the past two days. Do you even know her name?”
“Meg something, I think.” April thrust out her chin. “Names don’t matter much for what I have in mind.” April inhaled, letting her gaze take in the petite auburn-haired actress. “She’s a woman’s woman. That’s what matters.”
“How do you know that? She’s having breakfast with the guy who directs the show.” Derek chuckled. “She looks like a man’s woman to me.”
Shrugging, April faced her husband. “So, I’m a man’s woman, too. Maybe she’s bi.”
“How can you be so certain?” Derek’s features remained stolid.
“A woman knows.” April sipped her orange juice.
About the Series
What’s your favorite erotic fantasy? Does it include ménage – maybe a man sandwich, or making love with a woman and a man at the same time? Have you ever kissed a girl?
We started writing our Meghan’s Playhouse series to deliver some of our favorite fantasies for our readers. When we began book 1, we simply planned to write an erotic romp. We knew we wanted a young “sprite,” a bisexual woman full of energy and inventiveness, as the star in our story. We thought of her as a modern-day Aphrodite, bringing other couples together through sharing sex with both partners.
In the beginning, we didn’t give too much thought to her motivation, or to that of the other major players. Characters have a way of taking over, though, and Meg wasn’t satisfied with just being a piece of fluff having hot sex scenes. Each book in the series is its own love story, stirring up emotions even Meg wasn’t prepared for.
The original five-book series was first released in 2009 by a different e-publisher. It’s been unavailable for over four years, and we’re thrilled Extasy Books has contracted to re-release it, completely revised and re-edited. In the meantime, Meg insisted we write one more adventure, coming this December.
About the Author
Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a husband wife team writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More.
Readers can count on our Romantic Suspense line for gutsy characters, hot sex, and breathtaking intimacy as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.
We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination. Here you’ll find multiple partners, three-way, four-way and more, swing lifestyle, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.
Together we have published more than forty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. We love hearing from readers at email@example.com.
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Wow, Adriana, your book sounds HOT! Thank you so much, for dropping by.
Please leave a comment and let Adriana and me know that you've stopped by. We would love to talk to you!
Today I have my friend and author, Diane Burton visiting. She shares an interesting thought on mother-in-laws. I have to admit that my relationship with my mother-in-law was not the best. How about yours?
Women have always had different relationships with their husband’s mother than with their own mothers. Some are great, while some are more difficult than others. My family loves my husband. My dad thought he was super since they spoke the same language—engines and DIY projects. Hubs’ parents always treated me well. On the other hand, my mother’s parents never thought my dad was good enough for their daughter. My mother-in-law’s mother-in-law lived with them for twenty-five years. After that experience, she always said she’d never move in with us.
I’m fortunate that my daughter-in-law and I get along well. In fact, we have a great relationship. She, our son, their toddler daughter, and two big dogs lived with us for two months this summer while looking for a house. When they left, while I appreciated the quiet, I missed them, especially my DIL.
So. what if your mother-in-law moved in with you? Would you rejoice or freak out? I suppose it would depend on your relationship with her and the reason she moved in. Is she easy to get along with? Or does she butt in on your relationship with her son? Is she super-critical? Is no one good enough for her son? Does she have to move in because she can’t afford (or is afraid) to live alone? Can she no longer care for herself?
What if you had no warning? What if she arrives, saying she’s left her husband, and is moving in with you?
That’s the situation in The Case of the Meddling Mama. Nick’s mother just shows up, announcing she’s left Nick’s dad and is moving in until she finds her own place. Alex (Alexandra) O’Hara, private investigator, always had a good relationship with Nick Palzetti’s mother. Though stunned at his mother’s decision, Nick doesn’t see any problem with “business as usual” with regard to his living with Alex. She refuses to sleep with him with his mother down the hall. But when he leaves on assignment, she’s left with his mother. It’s a good thing she has two easy cases to take her mind off Alex’s shaky relationship with Nick—and his mother. A philandering husband and a background check on a client’s boyfriend.
“Alexandra, is that you?” Maria Palzetti, Nick’s mom and self-appointed office manager, called out as I came in through the back door of the agency.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“It is I,” Maria corrected as she bustled down the hall. Short and a little on the plump side, she always looked stylish. Today, she wore a floral infinity scarf over a soft lavender short-sleeve sweater and a gray skirt. Her salt-and-pepper hair framed her face on which she wore light make-up. “Always remember to use proper English.”
“Yes, Mother,” I said, hoping my grin would take the sting out of my smart-aleck response. After Mom died, Maria had become the closest thing to a mother, even though she never tried to take Mom’s place. Actually, she was my mother-in-law—she just didn’t know it.
And I wasn’t saying.
The Case of the Meddling Mama is the third in the Alex O’Hara mystery series. It’s available at:
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About the author:
Diane Burton grew up in the Detroit-area. After moving several times around the Midwest because of her husband’s job, they retired in West Michigan, in a Lake Michigan resort town similar to the fictional one in the Alex O’Hara mystery series.
Diane combines her love of mystery, adventure, science fiction and romance into writing romantic fiction. Besides the science fiction romance Switched and Outer Rim series, she is the author of One Red Shoe, a romantic suspense. She is also a contributor to two anthologies: Portals, Volume 2 and How I Met My Husband. Diane and her husband have two children and three (soon to be five) grandchildren.
For more info and excerpts from her books, visit Diane’s website: http://www.dianeburton.com
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Thank you, Diane, for stopping by. I wish you much success with your book!
Hello everyone! Today I have Alexa Aston on my blog with her book, Heart of Honor, and I must confess, I LOVE the book cover! Each book in the Knights of Honor series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1 Word of Honor
Book #2 Marked by Honor
Book #3 Code of Honor
Book #4 Journey to Honor
Book #5 Heart of Honor
So, let's read about Book 5!
1375 A.D. – When Sir Christopher “Kit” Emory’s beloved mother falls ill, he decides to seek the help of someone he met briefly at the royal court years ago—Lady Alys de Montfort, a renowned healer despite her young age. While traveling to her home at Kinwick Castle, Kit is accosted by a band of highwayman, who beat and rob him, leaving him to die. Fortunately, an escort party comes across him and Lady Alys insists they take the stranger home so she can use her skill in the healing arts to save his life.
The man awakens and has no memory of his identity, but Alys believes he might be Kit Emory, a young man she’d met once when she was a young girl. Kit comforted her when the queen died and Alys never forgot his kindness to her. Alys does what she can to jog Kit’s memory, even as she struggles with her growing attraction to him, knowing Kit was betrothed and must now be wed. Kit also finds his desire deepening for Alys, but he doesn’t know his own name, much less if he has a wife or family. Until he recalls who he is, he refuses to commit his heart to Alys.
Once Kit regains his memory and realizes he is free to pursue Alys, their road to love is anything but smooth.
Join Kit and Alys as they overcome events that continue to tear them apart and threaten the love they have for one another.
Would Kit remember her?
Years had passed since she last saw him at Windsor Castle on the day of the queen’s death. He would have married Richessa, his betrothed. To have found Kit after all these years—only to lose him all over again.
“You’re safe, my lord,” she said soothingly.
He tried to sit up and sucked in a quick breath.
“You are injured. Broken ribs. And a dagger wound, though it’s not too deep.”
“My head aches,” he complained.
“You have a large knot where someone struck you forcefully.”
He laughed weakly. “I fear they struck me other places, as well. My body throbs as if I have been kicked and then trampled.” He paused. “How did I wind up in such terrible shape?
Alys realized Kit didn’t recognize her and understood why. She had been a mere girl at their only meeting. Six years later, she had blossomed into full womanhood.
With all the longings that brought—and which she had never understood—till this moment.
“Our traveling party found you on the road, surrounding by four dead men. You must be quite the swordsman, striking down so many. We believe you were outnumbered by bandits, though, who beat you and took your possessions.”
He frowned. “My sword?”
“Aye.” She paused. “Even your very clothes. Highwaymen sell the stolen goods, from surcoats to boots, at the local markets. They left you with nothing.”
“They stole . . . my clothes?” he asked incredulously. “I cannot remember any of this.”
“You suffered a severe blow to the back of your skull. It’s possible that is why you do not remember the attack.” She sensed the blush rising on her cheeks as he gazed at her intently. “Might we send a messenger to your family and notify them of your whereabouts?”
He gave her a blank look and finally said, “’Twill be impossible, I fear.”
“I know not who I am.”
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This sounds like such a great story, I can't wait to get my hot little hands on it! Let's find out some little details about Alexa!
Alexa Aston is the author of The Knights of Honor, a medieval romance series that takes place in 14th century England and centers on the de Montfort family. Each standalone romance focuses on the code of chivalry that bound knights of this era.
A native Texan, Alexa lives with her husband in a Dallas suburb, where she eats her fair share of dark chocolate and plots out stories while she walks every morning. She enjoys reading, watching movies, and can’t get enough of Fixer Upper or Game of Thrones. Alexa also writes historical romance and romantic suspense novels as Lauren Linwood.
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Tagline: He’s been turned down twice and is taking no chances. Losing her job forces her West to become a mail-order bride.
Blurb: Jared Manning was left wanting on two prior marriage attempts, and this time he wants to be assured of a bride. So he commits to a correspondence courtship with only one potential mail-order bride and anticipates the arrival of Dina Valdis, a retiring schoolteacher, in time for the town’s Harvest Dance. He knows just how he wants his picture-perfect married life to be and assumes he’s found the exact woman to fulfill the role.
Dina is passionate about being a schoolteacher who sparks the love of learning in young minds. An incident in her hometown of Kingston, New York forces her from her job, and her reputation is smeared. Not wanting to become a hermit, Dina is reminded how her cousins, Aurelia and Rilleta, found happiness with their husbands in Jubilee Springs, Colorado. Thinking this is her only option, Dina heads west as a mail-order bride. Seeing the size of the tiny town almost sets Dina running, but an attraction for this handsome miner keeps her there. When she learns the town’s children have no teacher, she starts a campaign to educate the townspeople. Soon, she’ll have to decide if the attraction she feels for Jared is stronger than her passion for teaching.
“We hardly had a moment to ourselves.” Jared sat at the opposite end. “What did you do this afternoon?”
“I spent a lovely hour or so visiting with Aurelia in her cabin.” She refrained from mentioning how the shock of setting foot inside tiny cabin number four took a while to wear off as her cousin pointed out each of the features and detriments.
“Good, so you have an idea of the house’s layout. Ours…” Frowning, he cleared his throat. “The one designated for us, if we marry, is number seven. That’s two cabins down from the MacNeills and in the other row. The front porch will overlook the river.”
And the railroad tracks. She fought to hold her smile. “I have to admit to being awestruck at the sight of the Rocky Mountains. Geography books don’t do them justice.”
“I agree. I haven’t seen the likes of the beauty of Colorado.” Jared leaned back and rested an arm over the back of the settee. “Declan told me today that a picnic is planned for tomorrow. Did your cousin mention the gathering?”
Dina nodded. “She did. I’m looking forward to seeing Rilleta there and meeting her husband at the picnic.”
He winced and looked away.
That’s odd. “Why did you react like that?”
“Well, I…” He shoved to a stand and jammed his hands on his hips. “I believe we should be honest with one another. I must admit I wrote to your cousin Rilleta this summer.”
“As part of the bridal arrangements?” Dina’s thoughts flew to her younger, prettier cousin. Her curly blonde hair and lustrous blue eyes that had captivated everyone since she’d been born. Fighting back her jealousy, Dina clasped her hands in her lap. Why wouldn’t Rilleta have mentioned this connection, however transitory, in her letter?
“Yes, but I cut off the association almost upon her arrival.” A frown pressed down his eyebrows.
“Because of the robbery?” A most ungentlemanly act. She stiffened at hearing him voice his mistreatment of poor Rilleta. And after she’d suffered.
He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “A decision which might have been short-sighted, but I hear she and Wit are well-matched. Unlike my first attempt with a woman whose other match, a drunk, ended up dead after the Fourth of July—”
“Twice before you’ve been matched? This is unacceptable.” She couldn’t help the rising pitch in her tone. “I had no idea I was your third choice.” She shot to her feet. “I have to think about this development. Good night.” With shock holding her body ramrod straight, Dina walked from the parlor and to the stairs, leaving behind a gaped-mouth Jared.
As a young girl, Linda was often found lying on her bed reading about fascinating characters having exciting adventures in places far away and in other time periods. In later years, she read and then started writing romances and achieved her first publication--a confession story. Married with 4 adult children and 2 granddaughters, Linda now writes heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor from her home in the southern California mountains.
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Happy Tuesday, everyone. Today I have Andrea Cooper on my blog with her Claimed series. Claimed - Book 1 and Fallen Book 2 are half off this month only (ebook format) if ordered directly from Champagne books: Champagne Books. So let's find out more about this series.
Renee Maxwell lands her dream job as assistant to archaeologist Damon Cubins in wondrous Turkey. However, she starts seeing strange things after finding a unique crystal. For one, hot Damon now looks like the sexy demi-god and underwear model of her dreams. Her feminist ideals are challenged with each bit of banter and seductive look he gives her, but she's not falling for his charm.
Time is of the essence for incubus, Damon Cubins, who must find a one-of-a-kind crystal or turn into a full-fledged demon. He has neither the time nor desire for love, but his new assistant tests his resolve. When he discovers she’s got the crystal he needs to save himself, he must make a decision to either romance it from her or walk away. But can he?
After he set her on the rocks, she scrambled away from the river’s edge in her wet bra and panties. “Don’t forget your promise,” he teased, but he couldn’t help it. Any longer starting at the blush on her cheeks and chest and he’d forget his vow and claim her. Even her erect nipples strained against her wet lace bra made him dig his nails into his palms.
She huffed and snatched up her towel. Thankfully, it reached just below her butt, leaving her long legs exposed for his admiration.
Then she batted her eyelashes at him. “I would never give you the satisfaction.”
“Of which?” He beamed. “Drowning or bathing?”
“Both.” She inserted the corner of towel between her breasts, locking the rest of it around her, and then grabbed her canteen. “Uh, thank you for saving me.” She shivered, and he doubted it was merely from the dunk in the water. “Please don’t tell the others; it’s embarrassing.”
After his nod, she breathed out a sigh. She looked as if she anticipated that he would haul her back into the water for a lesson.
Her movements reminded him of abused animals. He speculated most people, who couldn’t swim but grew up around water, would try to learn unless they experienced drowning or trauma in the past. Could that have happened to her? There was more to this situation than her usual stubbornness. Vulnerability even.
As she leaned over to finish filling her canteen, her ample bosom peeked out. His lust twisted at the thought of the sounds she would make when he kissed her nipples until they pebbled.
Suddenly, she jerked up, spilling some of the water. “Did you get a good enough view?”
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Without waiting for his reply, she stormed away. Damon flopped backward, letting his body float. His mind drifted to images of making love to Renee in the river. After he helped her over her phobia, somehow. Hmm, he could kiss her down there while she treaded water.
Nah, she’d never go for it. This is a business trip. No time for sleeping with the staff, no matter how sexy they are when arguing with him.
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She has seduced men everywhere…but never fallen in love. Until now.
Succubus Adeline lost her powers. The crystal that all her kind crave has attached itself to her and rendered her powerless. Unless she finds a way to remove it, she’ll transform into a human--a fate worse than death.
Soon the tables are turned on the succubus, and the succubus finds herself the one at the mercy of desire.
Jack is running from vamps and weres. They want his hidden doppelgänger talents to locate a stone that enables weres to transform at will, but he just wants to be left alone. Now he has a bounty hunter after him.
In a race against time, vampires, and weres, Adeline and Jack travel from Boston to Greece to New Orleans to stay ahead of the hunters.
When Jack confronts a dangerous voodoo queen alone, Adeline learns that love is sacrifice. But will they both survive the lesson?
She scrolled through her cell as the taxi turned at a light, and Greek swear words were exchanged between their driver and an electric scooter rider. Jack’s eyes closed, and his head rested on the back of the seat, his cheeks pale.
What would she do if the order came from the master vampire who was after him? Jack tied himself to Beth in order to save Adeline. How can I repay him? The crystal latched onto her wrist caught the light. Right, if I don’t get this thing removed soon, all of my kin nearing 5,000 years will put a bounty on me. Visiting the Oracle, on behalf of a witchdoctor, would give her the chance to get information about removing the quartz without dying.
Her gaze glided over the Oracle voodoo doll. No, she’d probably be lucky if the Oracle didn’t strangle them when she met them.
Adeline dug out a mint and shivered when she pushed aside the cuffs in her purse. Snippets of hot memory of Jack on her made her debate sending the cab driver away for a few hours and straddling Jack. She offered him a mint and took one for herself. His hand brushed hers as the taxi took a sharp turn, its tires squealing.
Focus. It’s only his borrowed powers that make you feel this way. My powers. She checked her texts. Most were from men around the world asking when she’d come see them. Delete, delete, delete. Two messages from Renee, one from Damon, and one from her employer. She cringed.
Status update pronto. Never taken you this long to tag and bag a guy.
Yeah, well she’d never been without her abilities before. Working on it. She texted a reply.
Both of Renee’s notes were short, and the last one cryptic. You okay? Any update? And Call us when you can. We have something to discuss with you.
Damon’s text was blunt: Gotten the rock off yet? Or are you being chased?
Meaning by incubi and succubus who craved the crystal to amplify their gift and avoid becoming demons, or ones who already twisted and sought more wars and violence in the world of mankind. Of course, she’d tried everything to get it off. Even offered it to Damon and her succubus cousin, Samara, but the bracelet wouldn’t let go.
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No man can resist a siren’s song…
Cassie must convince a CEO to give her interior decorating company a chance at his offices in order to stay in the black. But even using her half-siren voice, he refuses. What can she do to change his mind?
Daniel Davis has a secret he’s paid hundreds of thousands to keep that way. Now when exotic Cassie marches into his office, he can’t stop thinking about her and makes her an offer. Be his date for a high-profile party and he’ll consider her company for his office redecorating project.
After an accident, Cassie gives Daniel her blood to heal him. Trouble is, if she can’t keep him alive, he’ll become a soulless ghoul.
Worse, someone is out to kill him. Can Cassie keep him alive…both in fighting her nature and from whoever is after him?
Cassie rummaged through Daniel’s kitchen. Where did he hide the alcohol? The refrigerator was full of Styrofoam and plastic containers, a carton of milk, and… Who puts peanut butter in the fridge? She took it out and placed it on the counter. At least she could have a snack while she searched for a beer. Finding the silverware, she dug out a large spoon and dipped it in the peanut butter. They nutty flavor coated her tongue and she sighed with pleasure. Okay, so cold it tasted it good, but smearing it on bread would be nasty work.
Her mouth pasty and dry, she spotted a cabinet at the far end of the cabinets. A wet bar! She seized a bottle of whiskey and downed most of it as she walked into the living room to check on Daniel.
He lay on his back, his legs dangling over the arm of the couch. Dark circles lined his closed eyes, but his breathing was steady and deep. At least the guy didn’t snore. Was he cold? She picked up a jacket that was draped across a leather chair and, a bottle of alcohol hanging in her hand, she trailed the jacket up and over his legs.
When he grasped her arm, she murmured, “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
He blinked at her with dilated pupils, his lips full and inches from hers. “Am I dreaming?”
The huskiness of his voice sent a shiver through her.
“Then I can do this.” He stretched his other hand, grasping her behind her head and drawing her lips down to his.
He tasted soft and warm and delicious. Like chocolate and oranges. Moaning against his lips, she let the whiskey slip from her fingers and it rattled onto the wooden floor beside her. Daniel’s hands lifted her further onto the couch, until she was partially straddling him and somewhat kneeling. Hot desire shot through her and she nearly ripped off his clothes.
Her hands weaved into his dark hair. Inside, her siren side called, demanding to satisfy her sexual needs, then devour him. No, she must control this. Couldn’t she for once have love? Have a future with a man that made butterflies dance in her stomach whenever she was around him?
His hands snaked underneath her top and caused her breath to hitch. This was wrong. Oh, but it felt so good as his fingertips brushed across her sensitive nipples, sending delicious tingles throughout her body. She pushed up on her hands, but he teased her with his tongue. His hands kept massaging and causing her to yearn for his touch. For his flesh, for his warm blood to coat her tongue and fill her.
“No!” She tore away from him, falling on her butt. Before he could reach out and touch her again, she scrambled backward until she hit the crystal coffee table. Her teeth weren’t retracting and, if he got too close, her control would break and she’d kill him.
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So, let's find out a little about Andrea!
Romancing Adventure: Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels.
What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).
Andrea writes paranormal and historical romance. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba.
She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.
Author Website: www.AndreaRCooper.com
Thanks so much, Andrea, for stopping by and showing us your books. They look like hot reads and intriguing. I'm going to add these to my TBR list. For everyone else, thank you so much for stopping by and visiting.
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