How I Handled the Research for Sotto Voce by Erin Finnegan

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HOW I HANDLED THE RESEARCH FOR SOTTO VOCE

Alright, wipe that smirk off your face. The background research for Sotto Voce, a romance set against the backdrop of the California wine industry, involved more than pouring myself a big glass of vino every day.

A little over five years ago, I planted the first vines of what would eventually become Finnegan’s Hill Vineyard, and the lessons I’ve learned from growing, harvesting and fermenting Syrah and Zinfandel grapes were a big part of the foundation for Sotto Voce.

Winemaking is a fairly technical craft that’s dictated by nature and the seasons—something I wanted to reflect accurately in the story without overwhelming the romance that is at the heart of the story with technical jargon.

I spent a year, on and off, researching and writing Sotto Voce—which gave me a good feel for the vineyard activities over the four seasons of the story. The notebook went with me almost everywhere. (Yes, I’m old school. I devote an old-fashioned school composition book to each story I write.) If I had an idea while I was pruning the vineyard, it went straight into the notes.

I also spent a lot of time talking to vintners, both professional and amateur, as much about what drew them to winemaking as the actual craft. I interviewed sommeliers, and was fortunate to be invited to help judge a couple of wine competitions, which gave me a feel for what the very fictional Taste Challenge could be, even if wine tasting as a spectator sport is a bit far-fetched.

And of course, I put in quality time in both Sonoma and Napa. It’s a dirty job, I know. I had a number of trips to wine country while I was writing Sotto Voce, largely to organize meetings and conferences for clients. But each trip was also an opportunity to visit wineries, talk to people in the industry and get a feel for the different scales of commercial winemaking in both Napa and Sonoma.

In Sonoma, I visited wineries that served as part of the inspiration for Rhapsody: the small Syrah vineyard with the spotless barn housing giant stainless fermentation tanks, and the hillside winery where the owner had built commercial caves that would never, ever be used for social events. I sat at outdoor cafes on Sonoma Plaza writing color and background, and maybe enjoyed a round or two at the girl and the fig bar.

After all, I never said that enjoying the wares of the winemaking trade wasn’t a part of my research!

10_30 Cover_Sotto VoceNew York-based wine critic Thomas Baldwin can make or break careers with his column for Taste Magazine. But when his publisher orders him to spend a year profiling rising stars of California’s wine country and organizing a competition between the big name wineries of Napa and the smaller artisan wineries of Sonoma, his world gets turned upside-down by an enigmatic young winemaker who puts art before business.

Sotto Voce is the story of love and wine, and how both require patience, passion, an acceptance of change—and an understanding that sometimes, you have to let nature take its course.

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Firing up the grill to feed family, friends and crew at the end of the harvest had become a tradition at Rhapsody. It had started as a simple dinner to feed and thank the people who had helped harvest the crop. Then it morphed into a casual, annual party with the closest of Greg’s friends, a break from the backbreaking work with food, wine, music and a traditional grape stomp.

Greg always held back a bushel of grapes that didn’t quite make the cut for the year’s vintage and, in a discarded old oak half-barrel, set up a stomp that let everyone work out their stress by smashing the slippery mass into grape pulp. It was messy, slightly feral and dizzyingly fun.

After the party settled into a comfortable groove, Greg lifted Tom into the cask, jumped in behind him and held him around the waist as they stomped in time to an up-tempo R&B classic on the stereo.

Their stomp became a dance, their feet synchronized and their legs aligned, Greg holding Tom’s hips and leaning into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered in Tom’s ear.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“For getting grape juice all over my pants?” Tom teased. This drew a smile, and a squeeze.

“For ignoring you. I’m sorry, and I won’t—”

“Don’t. I get it. This is your deadline.”

“It’s going to get worse before it gets better, you know. I pretty much live in the barn during primary fermentation.”

“Then we’ll set up an extra cot, or I’ll make you coffee, or we’ll take shifts punching the caps while you get some sleep,” Tom offered. “But I want to help, and I want to be with you.”

About the Author: 10_30 AuthorPicErin Finnegan is a former journalist and editor. She was born and raised in Southern California, where she lives with two sheep dogs and grows, ferments and drinks Syrah and Zinfandel in the foothills outside Los Angeles.

Sotto Voce is her first novel.

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Hell’s Bounty by Kayden Claremont – Spotlight and Giveaway

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10_15 hells Cover_HellsBountyRaven Hart, a succubus bounty hunter for Hell, is on a hunt. With her query in sight, she hits a brick wall, or rather the very hard chest of a giant sexy man. She might have lost the prize for now, but she’s a winner when the hottie wants to get physical.

Marcus Dionysius, a Nephilim working for Heaven, has one mission—to prevent Hell’s beauty from stealing souls meant for the higher plane. But he soon realizes he’s met his sexual match. She’s naughty enough to tempt his senses, but her innocence means he can’t walk away when she needs him most.

Working together to discover who’s snatching souls from Heaven, they realize the true danger is falling in love.

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Raven looked over at him. “Marcus, this is the coroner, Doctor Hill. Doc, this is my new partner, Detective Marcus Dionysius.”

Marcus extended his hand to the doctor, but he just paced back and forth, ignoring the proffered handshake. “Oh, my dear, you shouldn’t see this.”

“Doc, I’m a detective. There isn’t much I haven’t seen.” Raven’s no-nonsense tone had no effect on the doctor. “No, dear, not this time.” He took her by the elbow and led her a few feet away from the body. Shaking his head, he continued, “This time it’s too personal. You don’t need to see this.” He pointed at the body on the ground. “It’s Stephen, my dear.”

Marcus watched shock flash across her face for a moment before she got control again. She wasn’t expecting to see her late partner. She hadn’t done this, but that didn’t clear her of the other attacks.

The captain was sleazy. Everyone in heaven and hell knew it. And everyone thought that because Raven worked so closely with him, she was part of his plan. Marcus hoped the sexy succubus wasn’t connected with hell’s mess. He moved closer to the body.

Doctor Hill glanced at him and stopped talking.

Clearing his throat, Marcus said softly to Raven, “I’ll handle this if you’re not up to it. The captain can assign another detective to work the case with me.”

Raven looked up at him, anger flaring in her eyes as she answered, “What do you think I am? Some fragile female who can’t do her job?”

About the Author: 10_15 hells AuthorPicKayden loves sexy, well-crafted stories of lust and love. Her sensuous style drives the characters in lustful romps.

Her paranormal erotic novella, Hell’s Bounty is published by The Wild Rose Press.

She is a member of Sisters in Crime International; Sisters in Crime Toronto; Sisters in Crime Toronto Executive; Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers.

When she’s not at her day job she’s crafting more tales of love or spending time with her husband and children.

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Morningstar by Robyn Bachar – Excerpt and Giveaway

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10_9 Cover_MorningstarDesire is an addiction that could destroy them all.

The second son.

Lieutenant Commander Jace Harrow is the second son of House Morningstar—the spare, not the heir. Armored with an arrogant mask, Jace keeps the world at arm’s length to protect those around him from becoming targets for his bloodthirsty brother.

The broken sword.

Lieutenant Bryn Viera was a shadow sword and a decorated officer, dedicated to protecting her people. But for the past five years she has lived as a slave and has the scars to prove it. Bryn vowed to escape or die trying—until she met Sabine.

The slave.

Born into slavery, Sabine never expected to fall in love. Her feelings for Bryn sparked her desire for a new life, but now Sabine is in phase, consumed by the need to mate with a male. Her dream of freedom with Bryn is on the brink of destruction, for to deny the phase means death.

Thrown together by the unforgiving demands of the phase, they must unite to save Cyprena’s people from a deadly new bioweapon—or be destroyed by the scars of their pasts.

Warning: Contains an arrogant officer with a weakness for having his hair pulled, an insatiable empath, and a badass warrior woman who form a male-female-female threesome sizzling enough to melt your shields.

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“I need more time to decrypt reports about the project. I’ve identified and downloaded related files to trace the source, but I haven’t been able to decrypt the content of the majority of them. I—” Malcolm was cut off as he yelped in pain, and his entire body spasmed.

Fear clutched at Bryn’s chest as she watched, helpless. “What’s going on?”

“Data surge.” Lord Degalen cursed and leapt into frantic action. “His vitals are spiking. I don’t recognize the encryption of the data’s source.”

Andee hurried to join Degalen. “Malcolm’s going into cardiac arrest,” she said. Her green eyes were wide, but her voice was even, cool under pressure.

Malcolm shook and flailed as though having a seizure. Bryn hurried to his side and took his hand as she called his name. His eyes had rolled back, and she pulled his glasses off.

“He’s not responding. Damn it,” the lord snapped. He yanked the cord free and cut Malcolm’s connection. Gasping, Malcolm blinked back to awareness as he struggled to breathe, and Lord Degalen knelt on his other side, across from Bryn. “Can you speak? Are you all right?”

“Fine now. It’s not your fault,” Malcolm wheezed.

“What happened?” Bryn asked. She returned his spectacles, and he perched them on the bridge of his nose.

“It was my master. He found me in the system, attacked me, locked me out of the Collective. He’s furious. I think he meant to kill me.”

About the Author:10_9 Robyn_BacharRobyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires, and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing. Her books have finaled in PRISM Contest for Published Authors, the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards.

As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.

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By the Magic of Starlight by Serena Gilley – Release Day Blitz and Giveaway

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The post is part of the release day blitz for Serena Gilley’s newest release By the Magic of Starlight which was released yesterday. The publisher is giving away ten digital copies of the book tourwide via Rafflecopter.

10_8 serena Gilley_By Magic of Starlight_ebookBeyond the limits of sight, magical beings live in the Forbidden Realm. The two worlds were once connected, but the desires of man forced their separation. Now, desire may bring them back together . . .

Raea is a fairy with a secret. Beneath a veil of moonlight and mist, she did the unthinkable: shared a night of exquisite passion with Kyne, the fairy-human hybrid whose touch makes her tremble. Now she can’t forget the feel of his hard body and hot kiss against her skin. Their connection is undeniable-and forbidden.

Kyne’s hunger for Raea is insatiable. As a fairy, he should be beyond the lure of lust, but as a man he can’t resist the pleasure only she can provide. Yet if the Fairy Council is correct, their love will unleash a secret with the power to destroy the Realm forever . . .

 

 

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“Listen,” Raea said, her voice close behind him as he fluttered down from the tree. “Can you hear that sound?”

He listened. Yes, there was a sound. It was low, an indistinct hum that he had initially ignored as the usual buzz of a forest at night. But she was right, this was something slightly different. It droned on in too even a tone to be insects or rustling leaves.

“It’s coming from there, where those rocks jut up from the earth,” he said, pointing.

It was a useless gesture, of course, but she must have found the spot on her own. The brush of her wings began moving in that direction.

“It is. There’s a dry creek bed just through these shrubs. It looks like we’re in a valley at the base of a hill. The rocks seem to be covering something.”

He followed her voice and the droning hum got louder as he approached. Whatever was making the noise clearly was hidden under the rocks. Without some sort of magic, there was no way they were going to get under them to investigate further. He laid his hand on the largest of the rocks and found it to be warm. Too warm to have been hidden here under the forest canopy all day.

“What’s making it so hot?” Raea asked.

“I don’t know.”

He moved to the next rock. It was warm, too. How could that be? They seemed to be standard rocks, the same material as any other rocks he might expect to find in this area. What would make them hot to the touch? Were they heated from below?

He moved to another rock and put his hand on it. But this one was soft. And it had breasts.

“Um, that’s not a rock,” Raea said.

“No. I like this much better than a rock.”

He jolted when he felt her hand unexpectedly reach for his groin. She made contact and must have intended for that. She giggled, but did not remove her hand.

“This feels something like a rock.”

“And you know why that is,” he said. “It’s because of you, Raea. Even invisible you make me want you so badly.”

“I know. I feel it, too,” she whispered, stroking him slowly. “The protection from the dust must be wearing off. I know we’re in danger and don’t have any Sizing Dust, but I can’t seem to think about anything except you, Kyne.”

He traced the form of her body, her breasts, the curve at the small of her back, the heated juncture between her legs. He moaned when she pressed herself against him, fisting his cock as if she would drag him to release right here and now. She was up against the warm rock; its weathered, flat surface provided perfect leverage for him to explore every inch of her. He found her lips and he kissed them. Then her neck, then her shoulders, then lower to tease her invisible nipples.

“I think I’m on fire, Kyne. You’ve got to do something, please. Come inside me; I need you.”

“You know I can’t do that. But by the Skies, I can do this.”

He slid down her, his hands skimming her hips and her thighs until his mouth was positioned just right where he wanted to be. He nuzzled her there, burying himself in her scent. Her legs parted and he tasted her core. She groaned in surprised pleasure.

“I can totally do this,” he repeated.

About the Author: 10_8 Serena GilleySerena Gilley grew up reading fantasy and fairy tales, and believing there was a distinct possibility that both of them were real. Somewhere. Even all these years later, Serena’s belief in magic and mystery hasn’t diminished. In fact, She is living out her own happily-ever-after with a handsome prince in a beautiful castle, taming dragons and granting wishes every day. Okay, so the prince is a regular guy, the dragons are really just teenagers, and the wishes she grants are as spectacular as frozen pizza on Friday night, but it’s a fantasy world just the same.

 

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Intoxicated by Jeana Mann – Spotlight and Giveaway

 

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Love is intoxicating, but the hangover can be agony…

Conservative, straight-laced Ally Taylor has the perfect life – successful fiancé, beautiful home, great career – until she catches her fiancé and best friend in bed. Desperate to shake off the sting of rejection, Ally heads to Felony, a notorious heavy metal club on the bad side of town. Even more dangerous than the bar is Jack Jameson, the hunky alpha male bartender whose smoldering dark eyes and dimpled smile turns her common sense to mush and her knees to noodles. After eight long years in a failed romance, the last thing Ally wants is to hook up with someone like Jack, but she can’t help wondering if he’s really as good in bed as his reputation suggests.

Jack Jameson has had his eye on Ally for months, drawn to her smart mouth and tightly wound self-control. When Jack finds Ally sitting on a barstool in his club, heartbroken and miserable, he’s more than happy to offer a little heat between the sheets to distract her. Too bad Ally’s not interested in his “hit-it-and-quit-it” philosophy. If only Jack could convince Ally that he’s tired of the endless parade of girls through his bedroom, she might see him in a different light.

When Jack and Ally get together, everything goes wrong and it’s more than either of them bargained for. Ally’s got serious trust issues and a need for control that makes Jack crazy. Jack’s got more baggage than an airline carousel; the constant stream of women from his past stirs up all of Ally’s insecurities. Can Ally overlook Jack’s womanizing past and learn to trust him? Will Jack be able to commit to just one woman or will a secret from his past ruin everything?

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Miss Ponytail had taken up residence in Jack’s Seat of Shame. The girl had one hand on Jack’s arm, rubbing the swell of his tattooed bicep with a sly smile on her crimson red lips. Upon seeing Ally, Jack deserted the new girl, grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels from behind the bar, and took up the empty barstool next to her.

“That’s some crazy shit, them showing up here like that,” he said as he filled both glasses and pushed one towards her. “I admire your control. I probably would’ve punched one of them in the mouth.”

For the millionth time that day, she withered with embarrassment. She decided to pretend indifference to cover her shame. “I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

“That. Over there.” He jerked his head in the direction of the happy couple. “They’re having a bit of a disagreement over whether to leave or stay. Seems your presence has shaken them up a little. Wanna know what they said?”

The question gave birth to a dozen more emotions that she didn’t want to face. A flush crept up her neck and into her face. The heat of it burned her cheeks. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that eavesdropping is impolite?”

“She did,” he admitted with a flash of dimples, “but I learn the most interesting things that way.”

About the Author:

Jeana Mann is the author of sizzling hot contemporary romance. Her debut release Intoxicated was a First Place Winner of the 2013 Cleveland Rocks Romance Contest and a finalist for the 2014 Carolyn Readers Choice Award.

Jeana was born and raised in Indiana where she lives today with her two crazy rat terriers Mildred and Mabel. She graduated from Indiana University with a degree in Speech and Hearing, something totally unrelated to writing. When she’s not busy dreaming up steamy romance novels, she loves to travel anywhere and everywhere. Over the years she climbed the ruins of Chichen Iza in Mexico, snorkeled along the shores of Hawaii, sailed around Jamaica, ate gelato on the steps of the Pantheon in Rome, and explored the ancient city of Pompeii. More important than the places she’s been are the people she has met along the way.

Be sure to connect with Jeana on Facebook or follow along on Twitter for the latest news regarding her upcoming releases or at JeanaEMann.net, Amazon Author Page, or Goodreads.

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Ten Things Most People Don’t Know About Me by Charlotte Howard – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Charlotte will be awarding an eBook of The Black Door, a signed print copy of Seven Dirty Words with a bookmark, and a $10 Amazon gift card (£10 Amazon gift card if UK winner) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Ten Things Most People Don’t Know About Me

Well first of all, I should say thank you so much for hosting me and my new contemporary erotic romance novel, The Black Door. I thought I’d use this time to tell you ten things that most people won’t know about me.

1. I didn’t start off writing romance. I’ve written a lot of poetry, and when it came to writing fiction, my passion was crime. I self-published my first novella in 2010, and most of the comments I got were with regards to the sex scenes. It wasn’t until I read a certain trilogy that I considered writing to the romance genre. I think I’ve found my niche now.

2. I was a veterinary nursing assistant and freelance pet health care writer before being published. I’ve had over 800 articles published on the web and in magazines, worldwide. I can’t say I was a vet nurse because I didn’t finish my qualification, but I worked in vet surgeries as either a student nurse or veterinary assistant for several years before having children.

3. I am terrified of chickens. The big red hens anyway. And I generally don’t like birds. My phobia started when I was about 3 and got pecked by one (a red hen). Ever since, I’ve been wary of birds and their beaks, and will never forgive a certain vet for making my cry by putting me in the same room as a duck and trying to get me to stroke it.

4. I met my husband on the internet. And I hate admitting to it. But yes, the fact is that my husband and I met through Lycos chat rooms. We’d been chatting for 2 years before we finally met, and have now been together for 11 years, married for 8.

5. I was gothic as a teenager. Thick black eyeliner and lipstick, baggy trousers, Spiral Direct tops, bullets chained together for necklaces and bracelets, numerous piercings – the whole caboodle. The piercings have now been downed to just two earrings in each ear, but sometimes I contemplate the idea of having all of them redone.

6. I have a tattoo on my left wrist. It’s an infinity loop with three hearts to represent the eternal love I have for my husband and two children, and I had it done in July 2014.

7. My daughter, Rebecca, is named after one of my favourite books – ‘Rebecca’ by Daphne Du Maurier.

8. I have Irlen’s Syndrome and have to wear purple lensed glasses to read or use the computer. It’s a bit like dyslexia, but is my eyes not my brain causing the problem, is how it has been described to me! Basically what it means is that when I see black writing on a white background, the words begin to jumble up and I find it difficult to concentrate. I also get migraines (proper migraines, not a bad headache – flashing lights, sickness, the lot) if I’m not wearing my glasses when I use the computer.

9. I have broken my nose more times than I care to count. I think it’s about 7 or 8 now. Mainly through horse riding – being head-butted by the horse, falling off, I got kicked in the face once… But also through being stupid like not switching on the light and walking into the wall. Or not ducking when getting out of a horse trailer and smacking my face into the doorframe.

10. My hair hasn’t been its natural colour since I was 14. Naturally I am a dark red. NOT ginger! More a chestnut-y colour. Or I was. I found my first grey hair when I was 14 and have been dying it ever since. I’ve been pretty much every colour you can think of too, but tend to stick to dark brown / red.

MEDIA KIT The Black Door by Charlotte Howard - 1800HRImogen Pearce is a single mum of four children and fast approaching 40, she works at Ryedale Incorporated where she has to battle a younger and smarter generation to get to where she wants to go. If that means taking on the account of Cherry and Sean Rubin’s adult shop, then she will. But what happens when Imogen discovers the private club that they run at the back? And what happens when she realizes she knows quite a few members?

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We sat down on a pair of large leather sofas and prepared to play our usual game of ‘who says what’. I looked around and spied a young woman with a laptop open, and a tall, skinny, something hot by her arm. The woman was in her late twenties, perhaps early thirties, with pale skin, dark hair that had been let loose around her shoulders, and a slick of crimson lipstick.

“She’s a writer,” I said, leaning close to Caroline so that nobody could overhear. “She’s writing a hot, steamy, romance where the two main characters are having a clandestine affair, and it’s all based on her life.”

Caroline tried to hide her giggle by taking a sip of her drink before hunting out a new victim.

“Okay, him,” Caroline said, pointing towards a man standing at the counter. “He works in a bank, but is trying to remain discreet and blend in with us common folk, not give away his fabulously wealthy background. He’s having an affair with a married man, and secretly likes to wax his legs.”

The man turned around. “Oh no,” I said, adding a few choice curses under my breath.

“What’s the matter?” Caroline asked, watching as I tried to shrink into the sofa and blend with my surroundings.

“That’s my boss,” I whispered.

About the Author:MEDIA KIT Author photo 1British author Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.

Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.

During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.

Charlotte is an active member of Yeovil Creative Writers.

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The Players of the Wild Hunt – the Unseelie Dark Court by Nancy Corrigan — Guest Blog and Giveaway

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The Players of the Wild Hunt—the Unseelie Dark Court
In any good epic myth, there are good guys and bad guys. My new series, Wild Hunt, is a sexy take on the Wild Hunt myth. There’s love, heartache and sacrifice. There’s also the epitome of ‘the bad guy’ in the form of an evil immortal named Dahm.

When I sat down to create him, I knew I wanted him to be unredeemable and so wicked he’d give the reader chills. With those goals in mind, I delved back into my research for a mythological character to base his character on. There are so many potential villains in mythology, but the one that lined up with the Wild Hunt myth were the faeries or more specifically, the faeries of Scottish folklore.

Those faeries are divided into two courts—Seelies and Unseelies. The first being the honorable, good fairies who seek to help the mortal world and aid humans wherever they can. The second, however, are the corrupted ones who enjoy toying with humans. When I read this, I knew I’d found my ‘bad guys’ and Dahm became their Dark Prince.

Dahm is a monster in the truest form—trapped in a grotesque body with a crazed mind. He’s been loose for a millennium and has been slowly building his army in order to free his Court and unleash the creatures of Hell upon the world. Only two things stand in his way—the Huntsmen and his daughter.

Of course, like most bad guys, there’s a story behind his downfall. The Wild Hunt series will reveal it along with the game that’s turned everyone into pawns that might destroy the world once and for all.

9_29 Cover_HunterBetrayedTainted from birth, Harley lives a life cloaked in darkness and temptation. She resists the lure of her evil legacy by holding the memory of her ghostly savior close. Every night without him is agony. She fantasizes about him and yearns for his body, but he’s not the protector or lover she’s envisioned. He’s a Hunter bred to eliminate her kind. He’s also her only hope of salvation.

Calan, the leader of the Wild Hunt, was created to protect mankind from the Unseelie Court. For a millennium, he’s sacrificed to ensure the horrid creatures remain in the Underworld, but his strength wanes. He must rely on his enemy’s daughter to save him, but he doesn’t expect the intensity of their lust or love. Her touch calms his wild nature and ignites his carnal desires. He’ll risk all to save her, but doing so forces him to make the ultimate sacrifice, one that’ll damn him to suffer forever in his own living hell.

A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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“Wh-who are y-you? What…” She focused on where his chest should be. He glanced down and saw the ground, not his body or even a ghostly apparition. “What are you? A g-ghost?”

“Not a ghost. I’m alive. I’m just not here.”

He stretched an invisible hand out… and touched her cheek. The surprise in connecting with her in a tangible manner nearly pulled him away from her. With mental fingers, he tugged her closer. He wouldn’t lose her.

Not now, not ever.

He slid a hand to her bottom and pressed her body flush to his. The cushion of her breasts stirred his lusts. His erection thickened in response to her nearness. Impossible, so he would’ve thought.

The half-breed fairy in his arms would one day become his enemy. A child of Dahm, she carried the chaotic taint he’d willingly invited into his body. It should’ve begun to corrupt her, turning her into a monster too. Yet…it hadn’t. Why?

Calan tipped her head back. Her dark blue eyes captivated him. Fear shown in them. After a moment, a desire to match his flared. He skimmed his fingertips over the contours of her angelic face. Possessiveness rose within him and mixed with an intense need to protect her. She was special. He sensed it, but didn’t have time to explore it.

“You need to run. You cannot allow them to steal the goodness you’ve managed to retain.” Because it belonged to him. So too did the female. He would claim both and she would be the one to free him.

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Nancy Corrigan believes in unending love and epic tales with a paranormal flare. She enjoys transcending the boundaries of reality to take her readers on an erotic, emotional and romantic journey.

She resides in Pennsylvania with her husband and three children. When she’s not weaving sizzling fantasies, she works as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.

 

 

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Q&A and Giveaway with Trent Evans- “Last Day” in Take the Heat

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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be awarding a $15 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Enjoy an interview with Trent Evans, whose story “Last Day” is in TAKE THE HEAT.

What comes first, the plot or characters?

It really seems to depend upon the project. Like a lot of writers, ideas come to me at frustratingly inconvenient times (meetings, the shower, kids events, etc), but I’ve found the Notes feature on my iPhone to be a lifesaver. I just enter in the idea or the line of dialogue or a description of character or their motivation. Then as soon as I get the chance, I’m frantically e-mailing the idea from Notes to myself as if the ideas are written in disappearing ink (or, er, electrons). Okay, I’m weird — I own it;)

I’ve had whole novels whose genesis was a single line of dialogue that just stayed with me and refused to let go. I’ve had others where the inherent conflict between the characters was what sparked the creation of a story too. Ideally, considering the genres I write in, having characters be the impetus is probably preferable, but sometimes a really compelling plot idea just can’t be ignored!

What is your work schedule like when you are writing?

Ha! Schedule? What schedule? Blink Blink. Sorry. Seriously, when I’m in drafting mode, I try to focus solely on that work in process. I’ll try to set aside a 3-4 hour block of time right after I get up, then lunch and some exercise, followed by another block of 3-4 hours of time devoted to writing. If I’m feeling particularly inspired, or I’ve managed to get enough sleep (the planets need to be aligned just right for the latter to occur), then I’ll crank for another 2-3 hours late at night before bed.

Unfortunately, well, I tend to get bored when I stick with the same project for too long. Paradoxically, this is probably one of the main reasons I ended up as a writer in the first place — that inherent dislike for rigid schedules, and doing the same thing all the time.

To combat this tendency to boredom, I rotate through WIP — usually 4-5 going at the same time — which I’ve found helps keep the gears turning. The mind is an amazing, mysterious thing, and what I’ve discovered is that even if I’ve set aside Project A in order to work on Project B, my mind is always working Project A in the background. Turning things over, taking them apart, synthesizing ideas. Even though I’m not consciously thinking about it, my mind the mind is always chipping away at Project A somewhere deep in the recesses of the sub-conscious. I don’t really know how that works, but I know that it does:)

What do you like to do when you are not writing?

I don’t talk about them much online because I’m very, very protective of them, but I spend most of my non-writing time with my two sons. They ensure Dad has plenty of things to fill up the day, thank you very much. I love it though — my children give my life purpose. I’m extremely close with my family, and love them dearly, and spend as much time as I can with them.

As for what else I do, I’m a voracious reader. I firmly believe reading is the fuel that fires creativity. I’m that guy who loves books so much, that he actually has the CSPAN Book TV channel on in his home. I know, embarrassing. I’d guess I read 5 or 6 books a month, on average. I know that’s not much compared to some readers, but all things considered I think that’s a fairly good clip! I read lots of smut and e-rom (of course), but I’ll also read anything from military history to current events to fantasy and science fiction. I don’t read that many thrillers, but I’m a huge Chelsea Cain fan, and snap up everything she puts out. My God, that woman can WRITE. I’m a retired D&D nerd and that’s always whispering my name trying to get me to start up playing again. Thus far, I’ve resisted the siren’s song. It just takes up too much time I need for writing!

I get asked from time to time whether or not I’m a Dom in real life (considering I write D/s erotic romance), and the short answer is, technically, yes. However, the life of most real-life Doms is a LOT less exciting than what you see in fiction. No clubs, no scening, no drama, no fighting off werewolves;) I lead a pretty boring life IMO — but I’m incredibly grateful for every single day of it.

What is the most surprising thing you discovered while writing your book(s)?

This is actually a very difficult question to answer. I sat and thought about this for a long time. I think the thing I keep coming back to is the impossibility of perfection. I know a lot of writers (and a few aspiring writers) who are nearly paralyzed by their need to make their writing perfect. I found early on that this is simply impossible.

If you’ll forgive me for nerding out (and absurdly simplifying physics) I think of writing in the same way one thinks of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. Stay with me here;) The closer you look at a particle, so goes the Uncertainty Principle, the more difficult it is to precisely pinpoint the physical location of that particle. With writing, the more you drill down, and revise, tinker, and obsess, the less likely you’re going to ever finish the book, or find that “perfection”. And often there is a point — like the Uncertainly Principle — where things get more difficult the farther you go with it.

At some point, a writer needs to say: “That’s as good as I can make it, with my current skills.” Then let it out into the world. I learned the truth of this early on, fortunately, and it’s allowed me to be okay — if not totally at peace — with “the best that I can do”.

I’ll end this with a quote from Roy McAvoy in the underrated golf movie, Tin Cup: “Perfection is unattainable.”

What are you passionate about these days?

Well, writing, of course, but I’ll be more specific:) This is without a shadow of a doubt, the best time to be a writer. Ever. But there’s more to it than that, so read on and I’ll try to explain. I am unapologetically a BDSM writer. It’s what I am, and it’s what I write. I can’t tell you how uplifting, inspiring, and sometimes heartbreaking the letters I get from readers are. BDSM writers, when they’re doing it right, make readers feel. And see. When I read posts from people who say that reading book X gave them the courage to tell their husband what they really want, and in some cases admit who they really are, it makes me want to jump for joy. I LOVE to see these people reconnecting with themselves — and with each other.

Can the written world still change the world? Perhaps not in a global sense. But I believe its power to change can still be profound in the vital, intimate worlds of peoples’ lives. Maybe that sounds self-serving, but when I hear someone who says they’ve found such happiness, and joy, and satisfaction, as a result of reading a book, there is nothing, and I do mean nothing, better than that.

Writing can be a lonely, frustrating pursuit, but it’s days like that when it seems like the best job in the world ;)

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In New York Times Bestselling Author Skye Warren’s Magnolia Hotel, meet the heroine who pays her brother’s debt to a loan shark—who happens to be her childhood crush. Find out if the jury made the right decision in Acquitted by award-winning author Giselle Renarde. Explore a dark and sensual psychology with New York Times Bestselling Author Pam Godwin in Unlawful Seduction.

Ride the edge of desire and see if you can TAKE THE HEAT…

Skye Warren – Magnolia Hotel
Cynthia Richards – Captivated
Pam Godwin – Unlawful Seduction
Sheri Savill – Slipknot
Shoshanna Evers – This Might Hurt A Bit
Candy Quinn – The Bombshell
Tamsin Flowers – Playing with Fire
Elizabeth Coldwell – Disposing of Donnie
Audrey Lusk – Surprise Witness
Trent Evans – Last Day
Giselle Renarde – Acquitted

 
 
 
 
 

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Galactic Treasure by Theodora Marie Adams – Spotlight and Giveaway


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Connor Masterson has finally managed to take some time off and go to Earth Con. For three days and nights, he’s going to get his geek on without worrying about work or the latest edition of his science fiction manga novel. He never expected to find two men who embody all his dreams and fantasies there and certainly not right after signing in.

Neither Valvik nor Zaraheed are looking forward to their current assignment: go to the Earth Con located in Austin, Texas and track down any and all rumors on the Ark scrolls, an ancient collection needed for the betterment of their dying people. Neither warrior expects to be drawn to a human, especially the same one.

The two men are determined to stay as low key as possible while searching for the scrolls, but that might be hard to do with an intergalactic killer wants the scrolls for himself.

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Personally, Valvik didn’t think there was a chance in all the known solar systems of the Ark scrolls being at the convention, but he went where his commanding officer sent him. Even if it was the stupidest mission ever. “If it is… I’m not entirely sure what I will do, but I know it will include lots and lots of blood,” he muttered. And intoxicants. He would need barrels and barrels of wine to drink away the insult.

Zaraheed stilled. Valvik turned to look at his compatriot in question. The brunet officer shook his head as though confused, then, eyes bright, Zaraheed laughed. The booming sound caught the attention of the people waiting around them and they watched the brunet mesmerized.

Valvik knew how they felt.

“Looking to break in your new blades?” Zaraheed asked, amusement lightening his words.

Valvik arched one eyebrow. “Of course. A day without bloodshed is a wasted opportunity.”

“Bloodthirsty bastard.” Zaraheed shook his head and chuckled. “We are coming up soon.” He jerked his head toward the check-in desk.

Valvik glanced forward and then swept his gaze back. One of the convention goers was bent over at the waist signing into the event. He couldn’t tell the sex or species of the individual from where he was standing but he had a clear picture of his or her backside.

And what a lovely bottom it was. It was high, round, and muscled. He wondered briefly what it would feel like to slide inside. He groaned. He already knew it would fit him like the tightest sheath.

The mission was certainly looking up.

“What are you…” Zaraheed trailed off and Valvik’s gaze landed on his face briefly. Golden eyes were wide with surprise. Zaraheed followed his eye line and smiled. Seemed Valvik wasn’t the only one who appreciated a beautiful ass. “Lovely isn’t it?”

Zaraheed’s gaze snapped to his. “We need to focus on the task at hand.”

Valvik smiled. “Does that mean we should have no fun? Are you clearing out of my path? Because I fully intend to meet both of my goals.”

“Both?” Zaraheed questioned with a frown.

“Yes, of course. I will do all that is possible to find our target.”

“And ?”

“And discover if that ass…” He jerked his chin toward the being — male, human, his mind supplied as the young man straightened and accepted the packet the check-in team handed him, before returning his attention to his commander. “Is as tight as it appears,” he finished.

About the Author:Theodora is an avid traveler who discovered Japanese manga and anime in her youth, closely followed by yaoi. She’s been in love with pretty boys who love equally attractive men since then. Theodora can usually find her in a local coffee shop drinking black tea and typing furiously.

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Cinderella and Prince Dom by Sydney St. Claire – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Jaimie Newberry is jobless, her rent is due, and her cat just died. On top of that, she was accused of embezzling before she was fired. When her friend invites her for a weekend of kinky fairytale role playing, she agrees to go as Cinderella. What has she got to lose when sex with a handsome prince is involved?

CEO Bryce Langston needs to know if Jamie is innocent of embezzlement or just very clever. He arranges for her to be his weekend sub but soon realizes the pretty scullery maid is naïve to the BDSM lifestyle. As her prince and her Dom, he intends to not only learn the truth but to make sure she has a fantasy come true.

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“Don’t move.” His voice was hard, demanding obedience.

Frowning, Jaimie watched as he put the quilt down and crawled under a couple bushes that formed an arch. He backed out and held out his hand. Jaimie could barely make out his features as he’d turned off his light. Nervous and a bit scared, she took it.

“Crawl forward.”

“There are no bugs or spiders, I hope. Or any creepy-crawlies.” She eyed the dark tunnel as she got onto her hands and knees, holding her skirt so she could crawl forward.

“Maybe a horny animal or two,” he said, following her.

Jaimie snorted but crept forward to the edge of the quilt.

“Far enough,” he said. “Lie flat,” he whispered, his mouth near her ear.

She lowered herself onto her belly. Her prince slid over her, his knees splayed on either side of her hips. He lowered himself. His elbows were next to her arms which were partially beneath her.

“What are we doing?” His scent enveloped her, and his warmth spread out along her body, turning her on even though she was unsure of what was happening.

“Just watch.”

“Watch wha—” The stillness was shattered by yet another scream. Jaimie blinked when soft light suddenly glowed from the trees. The darkness before her was suddenly transformed. Small twinkling lights, thousands of them, winked like stars. From one tree branch, a large, yellowish-white globe blazed, as though the moon had fallen from the sky to highlight a grassy area about the size of a small pool. It was surrounded by thick bushes and trees.

The screams continued, sounding close. Her gaze darted around, searching for the source. Then, to her shock, a woman burst into the clearing.

“Help! The wolf is after me! Help me! Someone help me!”

Jaimie’s jaw dropped as she stared at her friend . She wore her red cloak, a short red skirt, and a very low cut blouse. “Luc—”

His hand over her mouth tightened. “Be quiet. No noise.”

Sydney St. Claire is the pseudonym of Susan Edwards, author of 14 Historical Native American/Western/Paranormal romances and the author of the popular “White” Series. During her career, she has been nominated for the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award for Western Historical and Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award.

Sydney loves writing and sharing stories of love, happiness and dreams come true with her readers. She credits her mother for her writing as she was encouraged to read as a child and preferred happy endings which meant romances were her favorite genre. When the writing bug bit, she followed the sensible advice to “write what you know” and has been writing and publishing her stories since!

Sydney takes her readers into the world of erotica romance where her characters come together in explosive passion as they solve life’s problems and find true love along with the best sex our hero and heroine have ever experienced.

Sydney resides in California. Her office is quite crowded with two small dogs at her feet, another huge girl in her recliner and five cats to keep her company while she writes. Three cats always insist on beds on her desk, barely leaving enough room for her monitor and keyboard. Life gets fun when all five insist on supervising…

When not writing, she enjoys crafts of all sorts including quilting, sewing, cross-stitch and knitting. Knitting and crochet are her current passions. She and her husband of 30 + years are avid gardeners. He takes care of the veggies, and Susan is in charge of the ‘pretties’. Her medicine wheel garden is in a contact state of war: flowers vs. weeds. Sadly, right now the weeds are wining…

Camping, fishing, biking and hiking (when not hot) are other outdoor pursuits she and her husband enjoy. She is of course, an avid reader and hates cooking and housework. While writing, she listens to a wide variety of music, including Neil Diamond, Celtic, Native American, New Age, Classical, and mood music (bagpipes and howling wolves drive my family nuts). Her current favorites are Blackmore’s Night and David Lanz.

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