Dec 22

Wicked Werewolf Night by Lisa Renee Jones available now!

A witch after his secret. A wolf after her pleasure.

Nico Moore is the leader of of The Werewolf Society’s elite Royal Guard. Aylia Richardson is the witch who calls to the beast in Nico, but destiny has also made her the keeper of a gift that threatens the very existence of his race. To destroy this gift will destroy this woman…the only one he has ever dared to call ‘mate’.

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Wicked Werewolf Night Excerpt

Aylia was standing outside Nico’s hotel room, willing herself to knock, when Nico opened the door and pulled her inside. Suddenly, she was against the wall, and he was pressed against her, his fingers threading through her hair, dragging her mouth to his.

“Now we talk,” he said, his breath warm on her lips.

“This isn’t talking,” she panted, telling herself to push him away, but melting into him instead.

“Foreplay to conversation,” he said, closing his mouth over hers.

Aylia moaned as his tongue stroked hers, as a year of needing him and missing him tore through her. She couldn’t fight this, didn’t even try. She wrapped her arms around his neck, arching into him, craving the feel of his hard body against hers; the sanctuary he’d always been to her.

He growled low in his throat, deepening the kiss, the taste of him – spicy, male, erotic – driving her wild.

His hands slid down her waist, one shoving her skirt up, caressing her backside and then cupping it, pulling her against the hard ridge of his erection.

She pressed her hands under his shirt, seeking skin, seeking that ultimate connection, the freedom of barriers, the escape from everything that had gone wrong between them, everything that still could. She just needed him.

Dec 12

Highland Heat, Sasha White (Alluring Tales)

A Highlander who was trapped for centuries discovers carnal freedom when he finds the reincarnation of his soul-mate…and her husband.
When Dougal MacNeil refused to do an evil Druid’s bidding he saved his honor, but lost the chance of a life with his soul-mate. Now, almost three hundred years later he has a chance to finally have what he’s always wanted, a life with the woman he’s always loved, or the re-incarnation of her anyway. In this life, she’s already married to man he calls friend.

Dougal is shocked when the couple asks him to join them in their bed, but unable to walk away. Will sharing her love with another man shatter his heart forever, or can this traditional Scotsman find his happy ending with a new beginning?

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Dec 01

Book Lover’s Buffet

Come Check it out. ALL books just $.99 for the holidays. You’re not going to want to miss this huge sale! You’ll find lots of goodies, including Wet in Whispering Cove and Torn Between Two Brothers.

Nov 23

Entangled in Darkness Vivi Anna. Alluring Tales!

Entangled in Darkness

Branlyn Carmichael has been having dreams. Sensual, hot dreams about a stranger with long, blond hair and pale eyes. A stranger yet he is somehow familiar. Nightly he visits, awakening not just her body, but also her memories. Memories of her childhood home and the horrible tragedy she witnessed there.
After fifteen years of running, it is time to go back to face her past. She can no longer deny the events she has seen or her connection to them. When she returns she finds her dream man waiting for her not in her mind but in her bed. He is flesh and blood claiming to be her protector, sent to shield her from a dark seductive power that wants to possess her body. A power named Gregorian.
Now she is caught between the light and the dark. With no way out except for complete surrender.

PROLOGUE

The long, filmy, red curtains billowed out from the open windows, fluttering around her naked form like silken wings. Stepping through them, she approached the four-poster bed, draped in white satin sheets, in the center of the empty
expansive room.

With each step, her heart hammered painfully in her chest. Sweat trickled down her back, and soft flutters of desire began to flicker between her legs.

The dream was the same every time.

The thought of seeing him naked on the bed brought swells of delight surging through her body. Already she was wet with an intense craving
that left her breathless.

As she neared the bed, she could see the outline of him lying on the satin covers through the translucent white curtains hanging down from the
canopy. With a trembling hand, she lifted the drape from the bed and knelt onto the mattress.

He was waiting for her, like he did every night. Stretched out across the bed, his head supported by his hand, he looked like a golden angel. His long blond hair was arranged artfully over his shoulders and fanned out around him like spun gold. He had flawless skin the color of alabaster, and it only accentuated the ripples of muscle in his arms, chest, stomach, and legs. Everything about him screamed perfection.

But it was his eyes that had always drawn her. Pale as moonlight and just as mysterious, they pulled at her insides. When he looked at her, she was like raw clay in his hands with which he could do anything he wanted.

“I have been waiting for you, my love.”

His crisp lilting voice sang in her head, reminding her of a bubbling brook, much like the one in the garden of her childhood home. Smiling, she slid onto the bed, nestled her body next to his. His heat penetrated
her skin and warmed her blood. When he touched her, she knew nothing but his flavor, his intensity. Here, in his arms, passion was the only thing that existed.

“And I am here.” Lifting her head, she pressed her lips to his.

Raising his hand, he buried it into the tangle of her long auburn hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. She sighed as his tongue touched hers in a long, liquid dance. Ripples of pleasure coursed over her,
gathering into a tight sizzling ball right at her center. Thinking no longer seemed possible as pulse after throbbing pulse surged up from between her quivering legs.

His palm cupped her cheek. With one last press of his lips, he pulled back and gazed into her eyes.

“It is time, Branlyn.”

“Hmm?” She sighed, cuddling into his warmth.

“You have run for long enough.”

Closing her eyes against the memories of another time, she shook her head. “It is never long enough.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “I know it is painful, but you must return.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, and you must.” He snuggled into her neck and kissed her gently. “It is time you went home.”

Sighing, Branlyn felt the tears welling in her eyes. She knew this moment would come. The first night he visited her in her dreams, he said that one day would come when he would ask her for something. If she had known he would ask this of her, she might have pushed him out of her mind the first time he materialized.

“Will you be there?” she asked, her voice wavering.

“Of course, my love. I have never left.”

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Nov 11

Tying Up Guys for Fun and Profit, Julia Smith

Julia has a brand new book coming out next week.

Tying Up Guys for Fun and Profit

When I had the opportunity to shoot two book trailers for my debut Dark Ages vampire novel, SAINT SANGUINUS, the extremely challenging prospect of showing enough of the story to intrigue without providing spoilers was a tough one.

Enough story elements significantly change certain characters that I was really stumped for awhile. But I realized that, at its heart, this book is also a superhero origin story, and this archetypal character will always go through some sort of ordeal during the story. So it’s not really a spoiler.

Thank heavens, I thought. I can go straight to the ordeal scene where my main character is tied up to a tree.

Of course, when I met the actor who’d been cast as Peredur, the 6^th century Welsh warrior who becomes a guardian between humans and vampires, I had to warn him that I needed some shirtless footage for the book trailer.
If he had declined, I would have had to figure out some other, less-hot way of presenting this sequence, because I don’t believe in trying to coax performers to disrobe if they’re not comfortable with it.
“Sure,” he said, untroubled. “I’m an underwear model.”

AWESOME.

And thank heavens he turned out to be a hockey player, as well. Once the shirt was off, he was indeed very 6^thcentury warrior-like.
Sometimes the planets align, and in this case I’m very grateful to Atlantic Talent Agency for sending Scott Baker to me.