Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Guest Blog: Laird of Her Heart by Sabrina York

Today, I'd like to welcome Sabrina York to the blog! She's sharing a delicious excerpt of her latest book, Laird of her Heart!
When Maggie Spencer is mysteriously transported to the Scotland of her ancestors, she is stunned to come face to face with him. Dominic Dundragon, the man she’s been half in love with her whole life. A man who’s been dead for 700 years. They both have enemies aplenty. Will she have a chance to win his love, or will this adventure end in disaster?    

Read an excerpt

Maggie yelped as, without warning, the burly warrior named Declan whipped her up into his arms and tossed her over his shoulder. To her horror, she lost the hold on her locket.

“Wait,” she cried. She wriggled to get free, but his grip was too hard. When she pummeled his back with her fists as he strode from the circle of stones, he chuckled. The beast. But to be fair, he was so large, it would have felt like a kitten batting him. “Put me down.”

“I willna,” he said. “The Mackintosh will decide how you die.”

 All right. That shut her up. For a minute. “Die? Why do I need to die?” What the hell had she done to him?

The man following, an enormous blond with a scar tracking his cheek bent down to peer at her. “The Mackintosh’s doona tolerate spies.”

“I’m not a spy.” Seriously. She wriggled more and Declan smacked her ass.  

Smacked her ass.

She’d kill him when she got free. Just kill him.

“Yer wearing the Cameron colors,” the blond said. “And the Mackintosh’s doona—”

“Right. I know. The Mackintosh’s doona tolerate spies.” Her head was starting to spin from being upside down and jounced around with each step. Her temper was on a short leash. “But honestly, if I were a spy, would I wear the Cameron colors? It seems a little counterproductive in my opinion. I mean, if I’m spying and all. I might as wear a sign that says, oh, I dunno, honk if you love spies.”

His brow rumpled but he didn’t respond. At least, not to her. “She speaks strangely,” he complained to Declan.

 Her captor snorted a laugh. “She dresses strangely too.”

“Aye. She does at that. I’ve heard the Cameron lasses are a wild lot, but I had no idea—”

“I’m. Not. A. Cameron.” She reached out and smacked the blond, but only because he came close enough. He reared back and gaped at her—as though he’d never been smacked before—and then he quickly moved out of range.

It hardly mattered, because, apparently, they had reached their destination, a camp on the edge of the woods. The sounds of nickering horses and clanks of pots gave her her first clue—she was facing the other way, after all.

Her second clue was that Declan dropped her on the ground. She landed with an oof. She glared at him. He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. “Go get my brother, Ewan,” he barked, and the blond trotted off to one of the larger tents.

When she stood and brushed off her jeans, Declan bristled and she shot him a sardonic glare. Did he think she was stupid enough to run away? For one thing, these enormous men had her surrounded. For another, she never ran. Not if she could help it.

 Instead, she made a quick survey of her surroundings. The camp was little more than a huddle of tents with the forest on one side and a sweeping plain on the other. A small herd of horses were hobbled to one side and a deer roasted over a pit fire. An entire deer. Before she could silence the thought—she often had that problem—she said, “You killed Bambi.”

 Declan’s brow rumpled. “I dinna kill anyone.” And then he asked, “Who is Bambi?”

“Never mind.” She crossed her arms and turned away pretending to ignore them. But she wasn’t. She was aware they were all staring at her like she was a curiosity in a zoo, but she was taking in tiny details as well. Like the fact that their clothes were all handmade and simple. Their hair appeared to have been cut with a chainsaw and their beards were scraggly and long. Their weapons were what made her mind really start to spin though.

 One held a crossbow that dated from the thirteenth century. Another had a Mackintosh dirk that resembled one she’d seen in a museum once. Declan had a simple calfskin sporran tied to his belt.

Odd. Could she have wandered into some renaissance faire? But no. It had been evening when she stepped into the woods and now it was daytime. Early afternoon. And the acres of woods around the house belonged to the family. It couldn’t be—

“So.” She flinched as a deep, melodious voice wafted to her on a hint of humor. Shivers danced through her, along with a prickling sense of premonition. “You’ve captured a Cameron spy?”

She turned slowly and froze as her gaze landed on him. On that so-familiar face. Broad, handsome, savage. Much more captivating than the sketch had been. Much more captivating by far.

She must be hallucinating. She had to be.

He was the hero of her dreams come to life.

Dominic Dundragon, Laird of the Mackintosh clan.

Large, looming and in the flesh.

 Her head went woozy. Her vision blurred. And then, for the first time in her life, she fainted.

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Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching romance. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests.
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Sunday, July 26, 2015

Character Interview: Alexander from Tangled Bliss #CharacterInterview

Today, I'm interview Alexander from Tangled Bliss. If you'd like to know a little more about the delicious Hunter, read on.

Q. Chelsea says in the book that you have a light Italian accent. Where are you from?

Alexander: I was born in Palmi, Calabria in southern Italy. There’s a pocket community of Aelfir there. Allegra Abatesciani, my mother is Italian, my father is American. I lived there until I was eleven.

Q: Tell me about the first time you met Chelsea. In the book, it says she first saw you in a diner.

Alexander: Yes, she did. I’d stopped there to eat some lunch. She came across the diner and introduced herself. She asked me to lunch. I do like an assertive woman.

Q: Did she buy or did you buy?

Alexander: She tried, but I did. I’ll admit that there was a little masculine pride behind that.

Q: How long did you stay in the hunters? Why?
Alexander: I was in there nearly fifteen years including the training. I told the why in the book. I found a calling there. I found I liked helping people. It gave me a satisfaction I’d never felt before.

Q: Do you miss the excitement of being a Hunter?

Alexander: No, I don’t. I sometimes miss the friends I made within the Hunters, but I can contact them. Life in Alden Glen with Chelsea is what I want.

Q: How did you react when you found out Chelsea had a stalker?

Alexander: I was a little angry. She hadn’t told anyone about the first gifts. She just wanted to ignore it, but they kept coming. I knew that we had to be cautious though, because this stalker was showing so much persistence even though she hadn’t given him any type of response.

Q: Do you think you’ll have much trouble with the stalker?

Alexander: The problem is the stalker is anonymous right now. We don’t have a clue to who he is. We might as well be fighting shadows. Once we discover who he is, we should be able to stop him without a problem.

Q: What are your plans for the future?

Alexander: I want to be with Chelsea. Everything beyond that is just details. She’s the one I want.

Tangled Bliss available on Amazon. http://amzn.to/1dY5Ht7

Happy Reading!

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Guest Blog: Darkness Rising by Lisa Carlisle

Darkness Rising
Part 0.5 of Chateau Seductions
Antoine Chevalier harbors a secret. Born a gargoyle shifter, he wants nothing more than to cultivate his art. His hard work pays off the night he completes his greatest sculpture. But the excitement of his accomplishment doesn’t last.
He’s drawn the eye of the wrong group—a coven of vampires. Antoine wakes into darkness, changed. Shattered. His dream of becoming a renowned sculptor is destroyed.
One question remains—how will he ever survive an eternity of darkness alone?
Darkness Rising is part 0.5 of the Chateau Seductions series by USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Carlisle. Readers have requested more on the dark and mysterious Antoine. In this short story, Antoine tells his tale, which continues in the series with Dark Velvet. Dark Velvet is written from Savannah’s perspective as a newcomer to an art colony who is intrigued by the proprietor.

Lisa Carlisle
USA Today Bestselling Author of Romance and Suspense
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Friday, July 17, 2015

Guest Blog: Suz deMello--Naughy Literati presents Naughty Escapes #BoxedSet

I'd like to welcome Suz deMello to the blog today! She's here sharing an excerpt of her short in the boxed set Naughty Escapes! Enjoy!

It’s a Mega-#Hot Summertime #BoxedSet! Naughty Escapes highlights high jinks around the world
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The Naughty Literati are delighted to present a new boxed set—their fourth!

“But OMG!” you cry. “Who, or what, are the Naughty Literati?”

The Naughty Literati are a group of authors who’ve come together to showcase their epic talents in stories filled with powerful eroticism and satisfying romance. Their tales range from heartwarming and sweet to scorching hot erotic; medieval to futuristic; humans to aliens and shape-shifters; vanilla committed couples to kinky ménage fun. 

Naughty Escapes features eleven short stories set around the world. Read about couples discovering love in all kinds of sexy places: a penthouse playroom in San Francisco, the shore of Lake Superior, a deserted island in The Bermuda Triangle, a Mob-controlled nightclub in pre-revolutionary Havana, along an English river, a Parisian sex club, a nude beach in Barcelona, the ancient Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza, a villa overlooking Lake Como in Italy, a Berlin honeymoon, and a swanky condo in Zurich.

Introducing Suz deMello, the author of numerous bestselling novels. Suz has written nineteen books in several genres, including nonfiction, romance, erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

Here’s a little about Suz’s story, One Hot Havana Night.

Havana, 1958... On the eve of the revolution, journalist Ellie Wheeler dreams of the biggest story of her life. Two hot men make all her dreams come true—even ones she didn’t know she had.

Guess what? It includes a sexy M/F/M ménage.

Here’s an excerpt to sharpen your appetite:

The big doors closed behind her with a click.

She turned to see Almonte leaning against them, eyeing her with predatory interest gleaming in his dark eyes. Her belly fluttered. She’d exposed corrupt union bosses and crooked politicians, but this was really the first time she’d played with the big boys. Organized crime was nothing to treat casually, and she’d thought she was ready.

Maybe not.

He stalked toward her. “Take that stupid thing off. It fools no one.” He tugged at her wig.

“Ow!” She put a hand up to her head to stop him. “My hair clashes dreadfully with my dress.”

 “Then take off your dress.” He slid one long, dark finger along the curve of her neck to her shoulder. The contact tingled in a way she hadn’t before experienced. “Strip for me.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide.

He laughed. “I thought you said anything for the story. You knew what would happen when you came up here. Shall we not pretend?”

She swallowed hard. How had she gotten into this predicament?

By being Hell on Wheels. Everyone thought she was brassy and bold. They had no idea she was still a virgin.

Here’s where you can score a copy!

 Happy Reading!

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Tangled Bliss--The Aelfir and how they came to be

Today, I'd like to tell you a little about how the Aelfir in Tangled Bliss came to be. The idea for the a group of fairy/elf/brownie folk came to be before I had a story for them.

I was doing some research on elves/fae for another fantasy idea that I was trying to solidify into something I can begin writing. I came across a reference to the alfar. They are an Icelandic/Norse reference to land spirits such as the elf, fairy or brownie like creatures. I was intrigued and I liked the name.

In that mythology, there are two types of alfar, light alfar (ljosalfar) and dark alfar (dekkalfar).  My mind started to turn. Not about the fantasy story I originally came to the site looking for details, but about a new people who lived on earth right alongside humans.

Although I liked the name Alfar, a few web searches led me to books and games using the same name for fictional elf like creatures. Since I was changing the beings a little, I decided to change the name.

How would they act? What problems would they face? Where would they live? Would they interact with humans?

The answer is a lot like us. They have parents, relationships, fears, responsibilities, work, and play just as you and I do.

They have some of the same problems as us, but they also have more because of the magic they carry. Insanity in an Aelfir can lead to the magic becoming tainted. On the other hand, deliberately causing harm to another can lead to the same tainting of the magic. In either case, that Aelfir is very dangerous. Which is why there is the special group, the Hunters. They protect both the Aelfir and the humans from the tainted Aelfir and other creatures.

They live in small towns, small cities, contained communities within a large city. Almost everywhere.

Do they interact with humans. Yes. Some Aelfir communities host festivals that are open to any who want to come. More than a few Aelfir are fine craftsmen: metal, glass, woodworking, weaving, and more. They sell those crafts to anyone who wants to buy it.

Happy reading!

Thursday, July 09, 2015

Tangled Bliss #new release

Chelsea Ash healed plants, but she can't fix her own problems. Alexander Woods, a gorgeous, new deputy in town and her boyfriend, refuses talk about part of his past, leaving her wondering what he's hiding. On top of that, a stalker is sending her creepy gifts and stealing her sense of safety.

Alexander is building a new life in Alden Glen. He wants a home after years of hunting the tainted. Chelsea is sexy, sweet and the sensual hunger explodes between them. He's not walking away from her. Even as they untangle the mess of their relationship, the stalker escalates his attacks.
Alex will have to use all his skills to protect Chelsea and claim the future he's always wanted.

Available now at  http://www.amazon.com/Tangled-Bliss-Rebecca-Airies-ebook/dp/B011AJX6VE/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1436483118&sr=8-5&keywords=rebecca+airies

 Psst! Tangled Bliss is available on Kindle Unlimited!

Sexy Excerpt:

“You wear too many damn clothes, sweetheart.” He skimmed his hands up her jean-covered thighs.
She grinned. That frustration was all too familiar. “I’ll remember that next time I’m dressing for work.”
He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. He didn’t have to urge her to lift her hips. When he began pushing the fabric down, she raised her hips from the counter to let him take the clothing. She lowered herself down onto the marble once the clothing was down her legs. A hissing breath escaped her when the cool stone touched her heated skin. The contrast enhanced the desire flaring through her.
His hands went to the pants of his uniform. He removed his belt first, putting that and his service weapon on the table. His fingers flew over the button and zipper before pushing the pants down his legs. He stepped out of them and moved straight to her. She opened her arms and widened her legs to make a place for him.
His hands gripped her waist, pulling her to the edge of the countertop. The scare might be part of it, but she needed his cock pushing into her and his arms holding her close. He placed a condom on the counter next to her.
His head dipped. He pressed open mouthed kisses to her shoulder and neck. She tilted her head to give him room to move. He drew his tongue over her skin, tracing a trail over her chest.
Her nipples tightened when his lips drew closer. She vividly recalled the intense sensation of his lips and teeth teasing those stiff peaks. The memory left her wet and even more excited. She wanted him to do that.
“I want to lick and taste here until you’re pleading with me. I have to touch you though.” He scraped his teeth over one stiff peak.
“If you’re not satisfied with what you accomplished the first time, we can do it again. I’m always ready.” Chelsea cupped his cheek before she turned her attention back to exploring him.

Happy Reading!