The Huntress by Elizabeth Davis – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Kaitlin Hawthorne’s life as an heiress to her family’s multinational tech firm was over the moment she decided to pack up and flee with her father’s protégé. Determined to strike out on her own, she sets sail for parts unknown but is haunted by her past mistakes and the fiancée she has left behind. Will the sins of her past ruin her chance for happiness with the man of her dreams?

Marcelo Alesi is a reformed bad boy, primed to revolutionize the tech industry. But an unexpected proposition convinces him to abandon his carefully laid plans for the chance to reclaim the only woman he has ever loved; even if it means playing fast and hard with the truth.

As the two embark on a journey, Kaitlin is drawn into the mysterious organization known as “The Order”. Distrustful of the Order’s motives, and concealing secrets of his own, Marcelo fights to protect and love Kaitlin, the woman he has claimed as his own.

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Marcelo leaned against a wooden support beam near the private open-air bath’s entrance. He watched Kaitlin submerge herself in nature’s pool spectacularly situated against the backdrop of snow-capped mountain peaks in the distance.

Steam billowed around her, slightly obscuring her seductive image, which was a good thing, he thought as he fought the temptation to strip away his yukata and join her.

He had promised her that she could soothe her aches and pains in the water’s invigorating properties, but God help him, he wanted her.

Heat scorched Kaitlin’s skin wherever Marcelo’s gaze lingered. If he thought that she would remain untouched while he devoured her from afar, he was mistaken.

She seductively moved toward him, like an enchantress placing him under her spell.

With every closing step, his animalistic need for her intensified. Five yards, six feet, his mind calculated until there were mere inches between them, then that too was breached as she placed her palm tenderly against his chest. She silently peered into his eyes, conveying her mutual need without a word, waiting for him to make his move.

About the Author: Born in Houston, TX, in 1974, Elizabeth Davis started writing at an early age. Her first book was written for an elementary school assignment when she was eight years old. It was called Silly Excuses—a book about fantastic excuses young children can tell their parents when they have been naughty. Not only did she pass the assignment with flying colors, her teacher loved the book so much that she had it published in the school library. Elizabeth has been writing ever since. Elizabeth earned her B.A. from Bowie State University in Communications Media. Her hobbies include reading, baking, traveling with her family, and life coaching. She currently resides in The Netherlands with her husband Pawel, their son Aiden, and Hermes, the family cat.

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Cover Reveal: Dating Wars by Ravyn Rayne

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Title: Dating Wars

Series: Federal Agent Chronicles #2

Author: Ravyn Rayne

Publisher: Blushing Books

Expected Publication: July 2015

Finding love in all the wrong places.

When a serial rapist and murderer targets women on an online dating website, FBI Agent Leslie Hunter must pose as a potential match at a bar. How hard could it be? She’s been dating online for years.

While undercover, Leslie meets a handsome gentleman. She can’t tell Kevin her profession without ruining the investigation. How long can she keep this man out of danger without revealing she’s an FBI Agent?

A taste of pole dancing, phone sex, and spankings combined with a lick of danger. A romantic erotica story that’s sure to leave your heart racing and pleased afterwards.

Recommended for readers 18+. Can be read as a standalone.

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Burning Desire by Ravyn Rayne

Federal Agent Chronicles #1

Published May 6, 2015 by Blushing Books

Saving people is FBI Agent Kaitlyn Rivers drug of choice. That’s not the only thing she loves about her job. The sexual tension is mounting between Kaitlyn and her alpha boss, Agent Joel Connor.

Assigned into an undercover operation to stop a serial child abductor with the pathetic Cole Sommers, Kaitlyn is silently thrilled when Cole is forced off the case and Joel steps in.

Intense romance, steamy sex scenes, and a nail-gripping case that will attract fans of crime dramas and thrillers. This action-packed erotica is sure to leave you pleased three times over!

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Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.

She has been published professionally since 2013. Prefer less steamy novels? Try her out here.

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A Day in the Life of Blair McDowell – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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A Day in the Life of Blair McDowell

I laughed when I first saw this topic in the list of possible blogs, but then I thought, why not! So here goes.

This morning, after my usual quick hot apple cider and boiled egg, I braced myself for our B&B guests. My morning began the night before. I set the table and lined up everything ahead of time so I could go on automatic in the morning. Meanwhile, my partner made the muffins. The guests (six of them) arrived at the table promptly at eight this morning, and dived into the beautiful fruit bowls my partner had put together, while I made Hollandaise sauce, poached twelve eggs, and served them on English muffins covered with prosciutto. Most guests love our eggs Benny, although we do five different breakfasts in rotation.

As we cooked and served coffee and tea, we chatted with our guests over their breakfast. For a writer this is magic time. You never know who’s going to be sitting at your breakfast table. When I was working on a story involving a Vancouver policeman, I had a Vancouver policewoman at my table. She was a wonderful source. Another time a guest from Italy mapped out our entire upcoming trip to that country, the setting for my Work In Progress, Where Lemons Bloom. This morning we had someone who trains assistance dogs, complete with dog in training. I haven’t figured out yet how to use that in a book, but I will. It’s stored in my mental filing cabinet.

Guests usually linger, and this morning’s were no different, chatting until about ten o’clock. It then took us about a half hour to clean up. The dishes are never put back on the shelf in season—they just go from dishwasher back to the table. We, ourselves, eat at a different, much smaller, table in a breakfast room, which incidentally has the best view in the house: hundred year old cedars and the Strait of Georgia. We laughingly refer to it as “the help table”.

The pool man arrived about ten thirty, just as we were finishing up the dishes. He said he was ready to open the pool, and he had, in our absence, put a new facing on the hot tub. All good news, although there goes our profit for April. It will be too cold to swim in the pool for at least another month, but it is much prettier blue and bubbling rather than brown and full of leaves.

We feel blessed with the people who help us keep up with this large house and acre of gardens and pool. We couldn’t do what we do without them.

It was eleven o’clock and we needed to do the grocery shopping, but our gardener/handyman stopped by just to visit. We love his visits. Nothing goes on in this little seaside village that he isn’t aware of. We get far more news from Harvey than from any newspaper.

Finally at twelve o’clock we were free to go fill the car with gas and buy some fruit and bread and have our daily treat—coffee and pastry at Bliss, the best coffee shop on the Coast. I like a VERY dry cappuccino, and by this time of day I need caffeine.

At one-thirty I settled down to write. I try to write four hours a day. Some days I manage a bit more, some days less. I don’t count emails and Facebook in that time. These I deal with in other hours—never on my sacred writing time.

So I find it’s time now to go start dinner. After dinner we’ll watch a little TV or read, and then the whole routine begins again.

Curious. I find my life somewhat boring when I write about it. But this is a day in the life of this particular writer.

perf5.000x8.000.inddWhen Lacy Telchev buries her husband she finds herself in treacherous waters. Igor, much older than Lacy, had secrets. Suddenly Lacy is being chased across Europe by men who believe she can lead them to those secrets. Evading her pursuers with the aid of a chance acquaintance, the handsome and mysterious Max Petersen, Lacy travels across Germany, Austria and Hungary, to a shattering discovery in Budapest.

Along the way, she meets three women from Igor’s past. As Igor’s story unfolds through them, Lacy is less and less certain who her husband really was. Who can Lacy trust? Will she survive to find out?

Enjoy an excerpt:

Her head was pounding. Aspirin. Surely she must have some aspirin in her purse. She rummaged through it to no avail. Maybe Max had some.

When she opened her room door, he was leaning against the wall. In one hand he had a small glass filled with a clear liquid. He handed it to her. “Drink,” he said. “Think of it as medicine.”

She looked from Max to the shot glass, back to Max.

“You have a headache?” he asked.

Numbly Lacy nodded, the very action hurting. “Drink.”

She took the proffered glass and swallowed the fiery alcohol in one gulp that left her gasping for breath.

When she stopped sputtering, she asked, “What on earth was that?”

“Schnapps. Just sit down for a moment and let it do its work.” He led her to an ancient carved wooden bench placed along the wall of the large center room. “You had quite a bit to drink at lunch time.”

As she revived, it began to come back. Lunch. Apple fritters and mulled wine. And after lunch…

“What happened after lunch?” she asked, afraid of the answer.

“You mean you don’t remember?” He sounded hurt, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “How could you not remember?” He leaned into her and kissed her insinuatingly.

Lacy pushed him away and put her head in her hands. “No. Oh, no.”

Max took her hands away from her face and looked into her eyes, dead serious. “Nothing happened between us after lunch, Lacy. There are rules about that sort of thing. I promise you when…that is…if we make love, it will not be when you’ve had too much to drink.”

“You beast.” Lacy pummeled him with her fists. “You let me think …”

“Feeling better now?” he asked, laughing, catching her hands in his and holding them.

Lacy realized indeed she did feel better. She felt fine.

About the Author:MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_RomanticRoadBlair McDowell wrote her first short story when she was eleven and has never ceased writing since, although only recently has she been able to return to her first love, writing fiction. During her early years, she taught in universities in the United States, Canada and Australia, and wrote several highly successful books in her field.

Her research has taken her to many interesting places. She has lived in Europe, Australia, the United States and the Caribbean and Canada, and spent considerable time in still other places, Iceland, the Far East, and the Torres Strait Islands off the coast of New Guinea. Now she travels for pleasure. Portugal, Greece and Italy are favorite haunts.

Her books are set in places she knows and loves and are peopled with characters drawn from her experiences of those places. The Memory of Roses takes readers to the Greek Island of Corfu, where a young woman finds her future while searching for her father’s past. In Delighting in Your Company, the reader is transported to a small island in the Caribbean, with a heroine who finds herself in the unenviable position of falling in love with a ghost. The setting for Sonata is the city of Vancouver, with its vibrant multicultural population and its rich musical life, and the heroine is a musician who finds herself in unexpected danger.

In her most recent release, Romantic Road, Lacy Telchev, is pursued along Germany’s famous Romantische Strausse as she follows clues left by her late husband in order to solve a mystery that she doesn’t understand, while being chased by dangerous and cunning adversaries.

She hopes her readers will enjoy reading these books as much as she enjoyed writing them.

Blair is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Romance Writers of America (Greater Vancouver Chapter), the Romance Writers of America (Women’s Fiction), and The Writers’ Union of Canada.

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Elysium by Thea Landen – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookClover_ElysiumTwo years have passed since April Patterson’s husband was shot and killed in the line of duty, and she’s trapped in a haze of grief and uncertainty. Having grown frustrated by all other efforts to engage her in activities where she could meet new people, her cousin pays for a date via 1Night Stand. Not thrilled with the idea, April nevertheless contacts Madame Eve and requests the impossible: a date with her deceased husband.

Brilliant software engineer Drew Monroe created his company, Elysium, to help give closure to those who have suffered the loss of a loved one, through the use of virtual reality. Though passionate about his work, being constantly surrounded by heartache and death has taken a toll on his mental health. When he accepts the case of a young widow referred to him by Madame Eve, her tragic tale depresses him further, but he commits himself to programming April the romantic date she desires.

April arrives at Elysium and prepares to enter Drew’s virtual realm. Will she find the solace she seeks within? Or will she discover she doesn’t need a fantasy world to discover happiness again?

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I tried to think back and pinpoint exactly what had attracted me to Kevin in the first place. He’d had a way of making me feel like the only person in the room, even when I thought there were plenty more fascinating people around. I’d never believed I was special, and he’d done a pretty good job of convincing me I had something to offer.

Since his death, I’d heard all the platitudes about moving on and how he’d want me to be happy. Deep down, I knew everyone from grief counselors to well-meaning acquaintances were right. Perspectives changed so much, though, I didn’t know how to find happiness anymore. How could I feel the way I used to? Should I feel that way? Everything was so different without him. I was different.

Blink, blink, blink went the cursor. Somehow, telling a complete stranger about what I found attractive in a potential partner led me to completely idealize what I’d once had, and pretend we’d never argued about him leaving dirty socks on the bathroom floor or how I didn’t want to go on vacation with his parents for the Fourth of July. He wasn’t perfect, and no marriage is either. Yet whatever flaws we had were our flaws, and I missed those, too.

Hidden desires. Forbidden fantasies. I needed to write the email that night or else I’d never get it done. My fingers flew across the keyboard in a show of defiance, an act of desperation. Before I could stop, I issued a challenge.

I want a date with my husband.

About the Author: MediaKit_AuthorAvatar_ElysiumThea Landen lives in New York with her husband and a variety of houseplants. A former educator, she strives to encourage creativity and passion in all those around her, and uses writing to help inspire. Though she reads and writes in nearly all genres, she has a special fondness for science fiction, fantasy, and adventure and anything that pushes the imagination beyond its usual limits. When she’s not writing, or thinking about writing, her hands and mind are occupied by either yarn crafts or role-playing games.

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Welcome to Temptation by Charlotte Hughes – Spotlight and Giveaway

 

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With a hurricane closing in on Temptation, Louisiana, Michelle Thurston fails to convince her stubborn grandmother to leave her home on the bayou. Sheriff Gator Landry arrives by boat, hell-bent on forcing the elderly recluse to evacuate. He is stunned to find Michelle, who was just 16 years old when he courted her one steamy summer.

Now, at 32, Michelle comes face-to-face with the man whose kisses tempted her to lose control, only this time there is no place to run. Although Gator is not about to leave the two women defenseless, Michelle can’t help but wonder if he is more dangerous to her than anything the storm can do.

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Gator forced his thoughts back to the present. Michelle was looking at him, waiting for an answer. She wanted to be friends. How could a man be friends with the girl he’d first loved? Well, he would try anything once. “Sure, I’ll be your friend,” he said, breaking for a stop sign. “Why not?” It was crazy to expect more from a woman who was carrying a torch for another man.

Michelle smiled. “Good, let’s shake on it.” She offered her hand.

Taking her hand in his was his first mistake. Gator realized the minute his fist closed over hers. He almost jumped, and felt as if two raw wires had just made contact. The effect was immediate, sending powerful currents up his arms, and he was certain the hair along his forearm was standing on end. He released her, but he could still feel the small imprint of her hand in his palm. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove on, but he could not take his mind off how it had felt to hold that dainty hand, or how that hand would feel on his body in a loving caress. It was clear to him he could not touch her without wanting her.

Michelle would have had to be blind not to notice the change in Gator. She, too, was shaken. How could an innocent handshake have such a powerful effect on her? This had nothing to do with mere friendship, she decided. Those hands could yield strength and power or stroke a woman with a touch as light as dandelion fluff. The knowledge only heightened her awareness of him, and she wondered if there was a woman alive who was not susceptible to the very maleness of him.

About the Author:

Charlotte Hughes published her first category romance in 1987, a Bantam Books’ Loveswept, titled Too Many Husbands, which immediately shot to #1 on the Waldenbooks Bestseller list. She went on to write almost thirty books before the line closed in 1998.

Although Charlotte is widely known for her laugh-out-loud romantic comedies, she went on to pen three Maggie-Award winning thrillers for Avon Books in the late nineties, before resuming her first love, funny stories about people falling in love. She thrilled readers with her hilarious books, A New Attitude and Hot Shot, the latter of which won the Waldenbooks Greatest Sales Growth Achievement in 2003.

Her books received so many accolades that she was invited to co-author the very popular Full House series with mega-star author Janet Evanovich.

With that series behind her, Charlotte began her own, starring psychologist Kate Holly; What Looks Like Crazy, Nutcase, and High Anxiety, creating a list of somewhat kooky but always loveable and funny ensemble characters.

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Behind the Mask by Carolyn Crane – Excerpt and Giveaway

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Hi!! Hey, thank you so much for having me over to your lovely blog! *waves* Okay, I’m here with an excerpt of my new book, BEHIND THE MASK. The plot, in a nutshell:

When Association head Zelda learns her long-lost prostitute sister was won in a card game by a brutal drug cartel, she takes her place—and comes face-to-face with the legendary killer she spent years hunting.

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So things are a little tense between Zelda and Hugo for much of this book—understandable, what with his being a killer and Zelda being the ex-CIA agent and all. Things are also tense on another level if you know what I mean.

In this scene, they are at a stopover in a motel in South America. He’s got her captive, making her help him deal with some bad guys. (She has botany knowledge he needs to solve a mystery.) They’re en route to deal with some bad guys. She has to color her hair to disguise herself.

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When her hair was full of dye, she leaned out the bathroom window and studied the raucous street below. She needed to focus on important things.

Like survival. Like the killer on the other side of the bathroom door. Her captor. He only needed her for a few more hours—just enough time to get into the greenhouse. And then what?

Small groups of people congregated around the brightly painted doorways. She traced the scent of fried sausages to a busy stall on the corner. The stall next to that one seemed to be selling fried green plantains.

She memorized every detail as she waited the recommended twenty minutes for the dye to take…and tried not to think of Hugo would do to her when he no longer needed her. All the heat between them, what did it matter?

He knew who she was now. A danger to him.

When the twenty minutes were up, she moved to the sink to rinse the dye. A knock at the door. Three raps.

“It’ll be a while,” she said.

The lock clicked. The door opened.

“Hey!” She spun around to face Hugo. He slammed the door shut behind him, gaze roaming wantonly over her mostly naked body.

Her belly felt melty. “You can’t be in here.”

He said nothing, chest rising and falling under the dark gray T-shirt.

She motioned to her hair, full of goopy dye. “I’m not done with this process.”

“Zelda,” he grated, rattling off some dark and wildly dirty Spanish. Then he yanked her to him and kissed her, whiskers rough on her skin.

“Hugo!” she said, pushing him away, leaving brown smudges on his shirt. “We can’t—”

“We have to,” he panted.

“Look at me! I’m full of dye. You have to let me at least rinse it off.”

He stood there like a predator. It created a kind of vulnerability that she probably shouldn’t like. “You’ll do it after.”

“That’s not how it works,” she said.

He reached out a finger and touched her bare belly. Slowly he trailed that lone finger up to the bottom of her bra, taking her mind firmly offline with just one swipe. Then he hooked it under and pulled her to him. “I will rinse it, then.” He kissed her neck. “I will handle it from here.”

She pushed him away, trembling with arousal. Usually, having goop in her hair would be the most unsexy thing she could imagine, but the way he looked at her told her he didn’t agree. “I don’t need help.”

“Then explain to me beauty salons, Corazon.” He jerked his chin. “In the sink? That’s how you rinse it?”

“Hugo!”

He glided his finger down her bare belly, causing her insides to undulate. “You have no choice in the matter, Zelda,” he said. “You are my prisoner in this. I take care of what’s mine. Turn around.”

Her heart beat in her throat. “Seriously?”

“Must I turn you myself? Must I tie you? Are we back to that?”

She studied his hooded eyes. Was he serious?

His tone was strangled. “Face the sink. I have this under control.”

She pulled off the gloves and turned to face the sink, the mirror. His head loomed above hers in the mirror, gaze dark, hair unruly. He reached around her to turn on the water, adjusting it to his satisfaction. “Bend over.”

She complied, putting her head under the stream. He stood over her, massaging the water through her hair, bringing incredible precision to the chore. This was the precision he brought to throwing blades. An artist. A killer.

He made her tip her head and stroked a bit over her ear. His fingers were magic, movements strong and deliberate. He was making the process his as he made everything his. As he’d made her his that first night with those slow, languorous motions. Destroyed by pain and opium and still he’d made her his.

He gathered her hair on top of her head and leaned over to kiss the back of her neck. “I have this…” he kissed her again… “under control.” He kissed her again, pressing into her. She could feel the hard log of his cock at her ass, nearly bursting through his jeans.

He didn’t seem under control. He seemed out of control, and God, she loved it.

“I have needed to be inside you all day,” he said, breath ragged, massaging the dye out of her hair.

“Hugo—”

“Quiet, or I will gag you again. All day I have imagined taking you, making you come over and over and over.” Her heart pounded as he pushed her head to the other side, working symmetrically. “When you sucked in my fingers, I imagined them inside you.”

He turned off the water and pulled her up by her hair.

She opened her eyes to see him behind her in the mirror, holding her wet hair, focused down on her with a level of intensity that felt frighteningly primal.

“And I imagined that I would make you come screaming. After that I would take you.” His words came out in gusts. “I can wait no longer.” The furrow between his eyes looked deeper, his cheekbones more sharp-cut, more ruthless somehow. Her killer, her lover.

“Okay,” she said stupidly.

He tightened his grip on her hair; she could feel his intensity clear through his fingertips. His voice lowered, control clearly fraying. “Hold on to the sink. You must hold on.” He didn’t wait for her to comply; he fit her hands to the sides of the sink himself. Even that turned her on—the way he thought he had to stabilize her.

With trembling fingers he undid he bra. Or maybe that was her trembling. The whole room trembled. She had to remove her hands from the sink to allow him to pull the bra free of her arms. He planted them back on the sink like she was an unruly child who hadn’t behaved. “You must not let go.”

She gripped the cool porcelain, blood racing.

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Read more: Links for BEHIND THE MASK are here at my website.

5_20 crane BehindTheMaskTO SAVE HER PROSTITUTE TWIN SISTER SHE HAS TO SWITCH PLACES WITH HER…

When her estranged sister is won in a card game by a brutal drug cartel, Zelda knows what she has to do: take her place. Save her. Focus on infiltrating the shadowy group–and try not to think about why she left the spying game years ago. She’s slept with dangerous criminals before; she can do it again.

Hugo Martinez is one of South America’s most lethal and wanted men, a legendary mercenary living on a windswept mountain. Even at the height of the war he wasn’t in the habit of taking women captive, but the American whore has seen his face. And he and the orphan boy need a cook. He shouldn’t want this woman, but there’s something so unusual about her…

Meanwhile, Zelda finds herself falling for her captor…but is he the killer she’s been hunting all these years?

About the Author:5_20 Crane Author PhotoI am a RITA-winning author of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and other tales of love and adventure (and erotic & dark romance as NYT bestselling author Annika Martin). My books have been published by Random House and Samhain, and I also go the indie route. I work a straight job as a marketing writer, I love to read in bed and run, I’m passionate about helping animals, and I make my home in Minnesota with my husband and two cats.

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Morality and Erotica by Vanessa Vale – Guest Blog and Giveaway

A special Long and Short Reviews welcome to Vanessa Vale whose latest book Their Kidnapped Bride was recently released. Enter the Rafflecopter below to win a $25 Amazon gift card.

Morality & Erotica
People read erotica for the heat level. If they didn’t want to read about sexy escapades of their hero and heroine, they’d read sweet stories. Just like in real life, everyone has different values for when to have sex, whether it be a one night stand or after three dates or when ‘just know’ it’s the right time or even waiting until marriage. Some people read erotica that matches this personal value. For example, some don’t like one night stands or hook ups in books. Others can ‘buy in’ to a sex scene if the hero and heroine have connected enough for it to be genuine.

As a historic western author, the values of the time period I write were stricter than modern day. Extramarital relations were far from the norm and if a woman participated in such activities, she was branded a harlot or not virtuous. A reasonable alternative would be a widow. In all of my stories, the hero and heroine get married. There’s no ‘official’ hanky panky before marriage.

Why?

I feel that during this time an honorable man would wait until marriage for sex. He may not want to do so (neither the heroine, for that matter), but they recognize a legal union is an expectation prior to consummation. It’s this honor that makes a man really, really hot and makes the sex scenes that much hotter because what they do together (and it’s pretty dang panty melting) is because of the freedom found of the confines of marriage.

What do you think?

5_19 WC their_kidnapped_bride_200x300Emma James felt secure in her life. Money, social standing and the protection of her step-brother. Or so she thought. When she discovers his dark secrets, he turns on her and sells her to a western brothel to keep her quiet. There, she’s forced to work or participate in an auction. A virgin auction…and she’s the prize.

One look at Emma James and Whitmore Kane and Ian Stewart know she would belong to them. Marriage was the only way to truly claim her…so they bid and bid well. As their bride, they return to the Bridgewater Ranch and teach her the ways to please not one husband, but two. But danger has tracked Ian around the world and threatens their newfound relationship. Together, can they fight the demons of the past while forging a future?

This is the first book in the Bridgewater Ménage Series, where you’ll meet all of the men in Kane and Ian’s army regiment and discover their unusual beliefs on marriage. Read the entire series to follow along as the men, two or three at a time, claim their brides. Bridgewater: Where ménage meets marriage.

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“You are a virgin,” she stated.

I blushed furiously, my cheeks hot.

“Yes, I can see by your reaction to that word alone that you are,” she replied, going over to her desk, sitting down at the chair beside it. Her back was straight and she adjusted her full skirts. She might be a Madame, but she had the mannerisms of a lady.

I looked down at the pale blue morning dress I’d donned just this morning. I thought back, realizing Thomas must have laced my coffee with the laudanum. I took it black, so the bitter taste would have been well masked. The last I remember was eating a piece of toast with marmalade in the dining room.

“I suppose virginity is quite a commodity in your line of work. You are a Madame, are you not?” I countered, wanting to confirm her profession. I doubted she arranged for governesses.

She nodded once. “I am. Unlike your Mr. James, I offer you two choices.”

I arched a brow as I waited to hear them. My options, which I doubted were going to be to my liking, might be better heard sitting down, so I returned to sit at the end of the velvet covered chaise on which I awoke.

“You may work here to pay off your debt. As you are innocent, you will be quite popular, I assure you. You are also quite lovely, which will make your long-term appeal guaranteed. This is the finest brothel between Kansas City and San Francisco and we cater to more unusual requests. The other girls will teach you all that you need to know above and beyond basic fucking with regards to meeting the men’s needs.”

My mouth fell open at her base language, but I supposed it was relevant to her profession and part of her everyday conversation.

I glanced down at my hands in my lap trying to collect my thoughts. A dull throb filled my head, the lingering after effects of Thomas’s deviousness, it made clear thinking difficult. “And…the other choice?”

“You can pay off your debt in one evening. Tonight, in fact.”

This sounded appealing, but I knew there would be a high personal price. She might be selling carnal pleasures, but this was all business.

“Oh?” I queried, very nervous about what she would say.

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About the Author: #1 Amazon Bestseller in Erotic Western & Erotic Historical!

Vanessa Vale writes escapist fantasy (aka erotic romance) in the form of historical westerns for Blushing Books. Everyone loves a cowboy–at least she does! A cowboy who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it. Oh yeah.

She lives in the West where she has lots of subject matter to drool over…

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How Impromptu Characters Can Become Good Scenes by Lori Bradley – Guest Blog

Long and Short Reviews welcomes Lori Bradley, author of the Soiled Dove Saga series.

How impromptu characters can become good scenes later

While working on my Soiled Dove Sagas series I found that the suggestion of virtually non pertinent characters such as a parent or friend have come back later to create good scenes. Sometimes they do not move the story, but add color, conflict, and humor.

I have been working on Book 2, The Queen of the Cow Towns and my main character shoots someone. During a court proceeding scene I mention her seeing the man’s wife and mother in the courtroom. Later I added a scene where the wife comes to the main character’s hotel to apologize for her husband’s actions. Later my character and the wife of the man are in a restaurant and have an encounter with the man’s mother that is both dramatic and humorous. These two women were never planned in my original outline, but came to me as I was writing. I find that this happens quite often. Seemingly unwarranted characters just pop up.

But, when you think about it, in our real lives people just pop up who add color, conflict, and humor all the time. Just yesterday I heard yelling from across the hall in my apartment building. I went to the door and my neighbor was evicting her brother who’d been staying with her for a few months. He’d called other family members and they were taking televisions out of the apartment. My neighbor was screaming that the televisions were hers and trying to block them from leaving.

Writing this into a story would be colorful, dramatic, and possibly humorous depending on dialogue used. Life happens to others around us. We must remember as writers that life happens around our characters too that can contribute to your story. Try to remember that life happens even to the characters in our novels. It helps to add believability. Life happens.

Thank you for your time and I hope you will take the time to enjoy Book 1 of The Soiled Dove Sagas, The Ruby Queen, available on Amazon free if you have Kindle Select.

5_19 BookCoverImage Ruby QueenMattie Wallace is rejected by her family and her community when she refuses to marry one brother because she loved the other. She is labeled a trollop and run out of town when she runs away with the brother she loves. He backs out after one night together on the road and returns Mattie to her parents, who turn her out.

While on the road with her meager possessions and little money, she meets Roxana North, a woman in the Trade. Mattie is impressed with Roxie’s confidence, independence, and her lovely wardrobe. She is also impressed with the fact that Roxie is making her way in the world without having her life dictated by a man. She has her own money, she can travel when and where she pleases without the accompaniment of a husband, father or brother. She is an independent woman of means. Mattie joins Roxie on her way to a new and profitable life in the West where women are few and men will pay for the company of those who are. They make their way to Abilene Kansas, a cow town where cowboys spend their money on whiskey and women.

Mattie learns the ways of the women in the Trade and the hazards of the west where she becomes The Ruby Queen.

About the Author:5_19 author imageLori Beasley Bradley was born in 1958 in Benton, IL, a small town in southern Illinois. Her mother was from that area and her father from Alabama. She has a great love for the South and has traveled extensively and studied the histories of most of those states. Her book, The Legend of the Swamp Witch takes place in southern Louisiana one of her favorite destinations. She is currently working on her second novel about a Kentucky girl who finds herself practicing prostitution in the Old West after the Civil War. Book 1 of The Soiled Dove Sagas, The Ruby Queen, was published in February 2015. Book 2, The Queen of the Cow Towns will be available later in 2015.

Hope, Feathers, and Blogging: Advice for Being a Writer Today by Scott D. Southard – Guest Post and Giveaway

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Hope, Feathers, and Blogging: Advice for Being a Writer Today
Scott D. Southard
Being a writer is not easy.

I’ve been chasing this dream since I was a teenager. I have had three different agents in my time, worked with numerous publishers and I have had highs (for example, the publication of my new novel Permanent Spring Showers) and lows. I’ve gotten close to achieving some of my dreams, and I’ve fallen a few times from them as well. There was even a point where I walked away from writing for four years.

Four years.

That is not to say I wasn’t getting ideas during that time and still dreaming something might happen, I was just exhausted and nothing felt worth the inevitable disappointment that I was sure would follow. Everything looked like a negative query letter waiting to happen. Yeah, I was fun to be around.

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The market today is congested. It could be argued that there are more writers than readers out there, especially with the explosion of indie presses, eBooks, and self-publishing. In many ways, I think this shows a strong future for the artform, but right now it is a lot of noise and it is hard for readers sometimes to find those new voices in the masses. In time, the right filters will come in and it will be easier to sort; that just hasn’t happened yet. So our books hide in the search pages on Amazon and we authors wait with bated breath.

Also, there are less agents and bigger publishers willing to take a chance on a new voice (especially one daring to do something truly innovative). The agents take a risk with each new author they sign, and publishing houses are based on business models. In other words, you need to prove almost that your work is sellable and will not be a loss for them. I think that, right there, is one of the reasons so many complain about how so many books feel the same on the market. It’s like how Apple creates an iPad and suddenly every company wants to make a tablet.

Honestly, tablets are pretty cool, but you get where I’m going.

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From time to time I will answer a question from a new writer (when I’m speaking at a writing event or at a college), seeking advice for how they can succeed in their own writing dream. While a part of me wants to tell them it is all about luck (like winning the lottery or, as in the world of publishing, being Anne Rice’s or Stephen King’s kids), that is not always entirely true.

The fact is that in today’s writing world, I have found that if you want to be an author, you need to focus on your own career first. What I mean is, you need to convince an agent or publisher that you are even worthy of their time to review even a snippet of a manuscript. Yes, you need something beyond the fiction to back up the query letter.

What has worked for me, and what I would recommend to other writers hoping to find a readership is… start a blog.

A blog is great practice (you want to see if you have the chops to be a writer, keep an active blog for a year and get back to me) and a blog will give you actual data that you can use to find that agent or publisher. I started my blog (The Musings & Artful Blunders of Scott D. Southard at sdsouthard.com) over two years ago and it has really turned things around for me as an author.

That is not to say this is easy, you need to generate a lot of posts and they have to be more than just on one thing. You need to have a voice so that the people following you feel that they know you. I’m not saying you have to share every aspect of your life, but you need to share enough so people feel they are along with you on a journey.

For some that might sound scary, exposing yourself like that (and aren’t many of us introverts, really?), but for me I still find it empowering. And because of that blog, I have had my social media accounts skyrocket. For example, I have over 35,000 twitter followers. Sure, some of those found me simply because I am a writer, but many went on to find my website and then my own writing. I have the data.

And how about this- my twitter and blog introduced me to the publisher of my novel A Jane Austen Daydream and to the publisher of my new novel Permanent Spring Showers. Neither of those books today would be on the market without my blog.

There are few guarantees about anything in the writing world, but a blog is… a piece of awesomeness.

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If my own kids were to come up to me and say they want to be an author, I’m not sure what I would say exactly.

I’d probably have a heart to heart about how difficult the field is, but I think a person should follow their passion. Life is short, why spend it doing something you don’t want to? And for as much as I have had highs and lows, I’ve always followed my heart on this and it is really hard for me to look back at my life as a missed opportunity. They are all part of the path I’ve chosen.

Yeah, I would say I’m living the life of an author, it is just different than what it traditionally has been viewed as. And I still have hope that my career will continue to grow, and hope is a powerful thing. Emily Dickinson said hope is the thing with feathers. The trick really is sometimes learning to recognize the feathers. I recognize my blog as one of them.

Professor Rebecca Stanley-Wilson is having a very bad season. The ramifications of one torrid evening with one of the great upcoming painters of his generation, will not only be felt across her life but over the entire art world. Sexy, funny, and very surprising, Permanent Spring Showers is the tale of one very memorable springtime and how it impacts a group of unique artists and dreamers. From the the hopeful Olympian with the failing marriage to the writer who is creating a new literary movement (through outright manipulation) to the romantic wondering what he did wrong to drive away the love of his life, each tale walks the line between reality and fantasy. And waiting at the end of the line is a very important painting… and possibly the revolver used in the Lincoln Assassination.

Enjoy an excerpt:

“What are you thinking? She’s an escort!”

“I’m in love, Steve. After sitting through the first twenty minutes of this lunch, it’s obvious you certainly still remember what that feeling is like.” He pushed his plate forward.

“But Clark…” I began.

He interrupted, “And it’s not like she wants to do that her entire life, Steve, if that is what is troubling you. She is doing it to pay for college.”

I stopped, the car of my mind shifting gears again. “Wait, did you say ‘is’? Do you mean she is still doing it?”

“Well, times are tough all over,” Clark replied far too calmly for my taste. “Have you seen college tuition rates this year?”

“And she’s really in college?” I asked, shocked. I began to wonder if I was on one of those TV shows and a camera was hidden in a bush nearby me.

My shock was perfectly mirrored by the opposite reflection of the casualness of my brother.

“You didn’t think I would marry an idiot did you, Steve? I need to be mentally challenged, you know that. She is studying education; her dream’s to teach third graders.”

“You’re engaged to a hooker…”

“Escort,” he corrected quickly for a third time.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said sarcastically. “You are engaged to an active escort who wants to be an elementary school teacher?”

“Yes,” Clark said with a dramatic point across the table at me. “And Steve, this is where you come in. You need to help me introduce her to mom and dad.”

Scott D. Southard is the author of A Jane Austen Daydream, Maximilian Standforth and the Case of the Dangerous Dare, My Problem With Doors, Megan, 3 Days in Rome and Me Stuff in addition to his latest release, Permanent Spring Showers. His eclectic writing has also found its way into radio, as Scott was the creator of the radio comedy series The Dante Experience. The production was honored with the Golden Headset Award for Best MultiCast Audio and the Silver Ogle Award for Best Fantasy Audio Production. Scott received his Master’s in writing from the University of Southern California. Scott can be found on the internet via his writing blog “The Musings & Artful Blunders of Scott D. Southard” where he writes on topics ranging from writing, art, books, TV, writing, parenting, life, movies, and writing. He even shares original fiction on the site. His blog can be found at http://sdsouthard.com. Scott is also the fiction book reviewer for WKAR’s daily radio show Current State.

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Mermen by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff – Spotlight and Giveaway

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These Mermen Don’t Have Tails, They’re Deadly as Hell, and They’ve Got Something He Wants…

INFAMOUS BACHELOR and SELF-MADE BILLIONAIRE ROEN DORAN IS A BASTARD. Yes, he knows it. And no, he doesn’t care. He’s got money and power, and he depends on no one. But when his estranged father dies, willing him a secret island, Roen will come face to face with an even bigger secret: its occupants. And these savage, sea-obsessed warriors are quick to make their position clear: Leave now or die.

There’s only one problem. Nobody tells Roen what to do. Ever. Oh, and one other thing. He’s just met the island’s other new “guest” and something about her brings out his possessive side.

SOLE SHIPWRECK SURVIVOR LIV STRATTON had been adrift at sea for ten grueling days when salvation miraculously appeared: an uncharted island. Only, the deceivingly beautiful men who live there aren’t interested in saving her. No, not at all. Because they somehow believe she is their property, a gift from the ocean to do with as they please. This is not good.

Her only hope? Billionaire Roen Doran, of all people. A man who’s said to care for nothing and no one. But if he’s so heartless, then why is he about to risk everything to help her?

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NOTE FROM MIMI ABOUT MERMEN: Anyone who has read the Accidental Series or King knows I love to flip things on their heads. Mermen is no exception. THIS IS NOT A FLUFFY STORY ABOUT men with fins and tails who sweep ladies off their feet and make them long to be mermaids. Uh-uh. This is NOT that kind of story. Nobody in their right mind would want to hang out with these very beautiful yet dangerous men (who don’t actually have tails, fins, or gills, by the way) NOR would anyone want to be their mates. Well, at least, not me! Run. Away!!

Hope you enjoy the ride. – MIMI

Enjoy an excerpt:

Roen opened the envelope and found a letter paper-clipped to an old map that looked straight out of a ridiculous Looney Tunes episode—a few landmarks and a giant “X” right in the middle of the page. He skimmed the letter—some random garble about an island in the North Pacific. Clearly, his father had been a crazy asshole right until the bitter end. Case in point…

Roen, my boy, this island and its treasures will become yours if you choose to claim it. And I hope you do because there is no greater cause on this earth than protecting it. However, you must always remember, whatever you do, to never turn your back on that which the island asks of you. Never question the island, son, because—

Roen chucked the letter into the wastepaper basket along with the map. He wanted nothing to do with it or his father. Leave the past where it belongs.

He picked up the stack of insurance papers and began skimming through them before signing. Page after page of affidavits, cargo valuations, waivers, and…

“What the hell?” The report filed by the Coast Guard showed the approximate location of where they believed the cargo vessel went down.

He dug his father’s map from the trash. There were no lines of longitude or latitude, but the position was the same: approximately two thousand miles west of San Francisco and a thousand miles south of the Delarof Islands, the most southern point of Alaska.

Roen dialed Cherie. He knew she wouldn’t really go home until he told her to leave because she doted on him like a lovesick puppy. No, he’d never laid a finger on the woman and never would. She was under his employ and that meant something to him. Even selfish pricks needed to draw the line somewhere.

“Yes, sir?”

“What ships do we have on the Seattle to Shanghai route?”

“One moment.” Cherie clicked away on her keyboard. “You’ve got one ship departing Chinese waters now and an empty vessel unloading at port.”

“Here in Seattle?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Tell the crew I’m sailing with them.”

About the Author:

Remy Pamfiloff

Remy Pamfiloff

New York Times and USA Today bestselling Romance author, host of the radio talk show, Man Candy, on Radioslot.com.

When San Francisco native Mimi Jean went on an adventure as an exchange student to Mexico City, she never imagined the journey would lead to writing Romance. But one MBA, one sexy husband, and two rowdy kids later, Mimi would trade in corporate life for vampires, deities, and snarky humor.

She continues to hope that her books will inspire a leather pants comeback (for men) and that she might make you laugh when you need it most.

She also enjoys interacting with her fans (especially if they’re batshit crazy). You can always find her chatting away on Facebook, Twitter, or saying many naughty words on her show MAN CANDY on Radioslot.com !

Find out more about Mimi and upcoming books at www.MimiJean.net.

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