Spotlight on #BlackHillsWolves: Claiming the She-Wolf by Louisa Bacio
Hello Dear Readers!
The Black Hills welcomes more sexy shifters to the Tao pack! Happy release day to Louisa Bacio! Excerpt and giveaway below… Enjoy! 🙂
Title: Claiming the She-Wolf About the Book When her older brother leaves the Black Hills to go to college, Tala Graystone stays behind, determined to restore their dilapidated home into a B&B for the pack. As more people return to the area, the need for temporary housing increases. Now, if only she can find someone to help with the heavy lifting. Yas Collins fled Los Lobos as a child with his mother. As he struggles with his wolf and overpowering shifts, a desire for nature and the forest strikes hard. Black Hills, South Dakota, beckons him. With a background in construction, he easily finds work at Tala’s dilapidated B&B, but not everyone in town greets him with open arms. As the remodel gets underway, Tala and Yas fight their growing attraction. Yas doesn’t trust his wolf urges around beautiful B&B owner. The she-wolf, however, has other plans. AllRomance | Amazon | iBooks | Kobo Advanced reviews: |
EXCERPT
Enjoy the following excerpt for Claiming the She-Wolf:
A growl from low in his throat threatened to escape. The rumble started in his chest, and he fought to keep it down.
She turned, looking down at him. “Did you say something?”
“Umm, no. Just clearing my throat.”
He needed to get his base instincts under control. Recent research showed that wolves in the wild killed in order to protect their domains and to get more space. He didn’t want to be ruled by his wolf. He’d grown up in the city, with humans, not out in the forest. His mom had tried to talk to him about shifting, but as a woman, she didn’t have the same experience.
He couldn’t go to a shifters anonymous group for help with his sexual urges. Maybe he needed to start his own support group. He snorted at the idea. At the top of the landing, Tala turned to the right, and he followed.
They entered what had to be the master bedroom suite. It was painted a vibrant lavender color, and the bed had a green floral comforter with an abundance of fluffy throw pillows. White dollies rested on the two nightstands, and a vase of wildflowers called for attention. The feminine room seemed in sharp contrast to his host. She didn’t look frilly.
“This will be your quarters.” Her lips pursed, and she blinked a few times.
The idea shocked him. “What? I’m sorry, but it looks like your room.”
“Well, it has been. But it’s the nicest room in the house, and as a guest, figure you should have it to be comfortable. I’ll move my things into another one.”
He waved his hands in front of him, as if shooing away something physically bad. “No way. No can do. Give me the second best, then. My first job can be fixing it up.”
She smiled. “Well, second best would be my brother’s room, and even though he’s on a trip right now, I don’t feel comfortable moving his stuff. So third best, and we work today to make it more, um, livable?”
Her choice of words made him pause. “Deal.”
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About Louisa Bacio
A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.
Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.
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Spotlight on Dragons! Chalvaren Rising by Paula Millhouse
Hello Dear Readers,
Writer pal Paula Millhouse brings her dragons to the blog today. Happy release day, Paula! 🙂
Title: Chalvaren Rising About the Book TO ASCEND TRIUMPHANT Twenty-five years ago, Theo Ansgar abandoned the Kingdom of Chalvaren for a hiding place on another world. Some called him traitor. Some, thief. Now his fully grown daughter Mia must return to the land of her birth…and their war. It was the elf prince Kort Elias who brought her back. Theirs was an instant connection, an inescapable union of body, soul and sorcery, reminding Mia of what she truly is, and what she must become. There is also Magnus, destined to be more potent than any wyrm Chalvaren has ever seen, a three-day-old dragonlet Mia must nurture and then ride. And then there is the Dragonstone, an artifact of power nonpareil. Joined, they can tip the scales of battle against the wraith-possessed forces of darkness, of Mia’s own embittered kin. Redemption will be offered, the protected will become the protector, and an ancient prophecy will come to fruition, but only righteous love can conquer all. Boroughs Publishing Buy Link | Pinterest | YouTube | Goodreads | Spotify Playlist |
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EXCERPT
Colorful dragons filled the afternoon air with squawks and roars of excitement. Kort rubbed Mia’s arms and soothed away the tension in her body. Not only the five dragons with his dragon warriors landed on the beach, but free-flyers squawked, and came in to inspect them too.
Kort pulled Mia close in an embrace and they watched the dragonlet feast on the fishes. “You said Magnus was unique. Are they bowing to him?” Mia asked, leaning forward to watch the interaction between the animals. “He doesn’t look like he belongs to one of the elements. His coloring is different.”
Magnus gobbled down fish, his black wings with purple and teal tips closed tight on his back while Garnet the Red strutted nearby, raising his crimson wings in a menacing show, hissing out licks of smoke when one lone coppery-brown Earth Dragon edged too close to the dragonlet.
“There’s a fifth element – the element of the Spirit, Mia. Whereas a Fire Dragon breathes fire as its weapon, and a Wind Dragon can summon great gusts of wind, even tornados, the element of the Spirit connects every living thing. I’ve got a sneaking suspicion he’s the one. Regardless, in time, Magnus will learn who these dragons are, their cause, and how they work to protect the Elves of Castle Elias and our people.”
Mia smirked, and gazed over at the sandy, seaweed-covered dragonlet. “Seems like a lot to shoulder for someone who can barely manage a fish.”
Kort wanted to go speak with them, to interact with the dragons, but first things first—he had to make sure Mia claimed the place he wanted her to occupy. It was his job to properly introduce her to his warriors, men and women both, so there was no misunderstanding of her role.
He timed the kiss well.
Just as the elves dismounted, turned, and made their way across the sand toward them, Kort took Mia in a passionate embrace and kissed her like he meant it. Whether she sensed the importance of the kiss or not didn’t matter; the way she responded to him did.
She went up on her tiptoes and leaned deeper into the kiss than he’d expected, deeper than he’d hoped. Her nonverbal behavior spoke volumes. She was his and, God, he had to admit it, he just wanted to get her back in bed. But that would have to wait, and when he turned to inspect his crew, the effect he’d intended came across clearly in their expressions. The warrior elves stopped dead in their tracks. Jaws gaped. Silence fell across the crowd, quickly followed by whispers, nods, and pointed gestures among the warriors.
Yes, he knew they cast him in the role as the last elf in Chalvaren who’d ever take a mate – he’d refused so many prospective brides surely they wondered if this day would ever come. Yes, he knew he’d take some ragging for the public display of affection, but it was worth it to see their hardened faces soften. Some showed curiosity, some showed relief.
Mia was going to have to prove herself as a worthy princess, sure, but somehow after she’d handled the morning so well he knew she’d handle the role of his princess with fiery verve.
Mia sighed against him and buried her head in his chest. The flush of pink on her face burned his skin, and her pointed ears so close to his lips now made him wet his lips with anticipation. He whispered that he loved her. He liked the idea of having her so close and everyone knowing what she meant to him.
Then he turned her to face the crowd for inspection. He curled his fingers toward his warriors. “Everyone come and meet Mia, and her dragonlet, Magnus.”
About Paula Millhouse
Paula Millhouse grew up in Savannah, Georgia where Spanish moss whispers tales in breezes from the Atlantic Ocean, and the Intracoastal Waterway. As a child Paula soaked in the sunshine and heritage of cobblestones, pirate lore, and stories steeped in savory mysteries of the south.
She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal Writers specialty chapter, and the KOD Mystery and Suspense Writer’s specialty chapter. She achieved the opportunity to become a member of the distinguished RWA designation of PRO after submitting her first full-length romance novel for publication in 2013.
In the southern tradition of storytellers, she loves sharing the lives of her characters with readers, and following her muse on the quest for happily-ever-afters. She writes fantasy romance and romantic suspense.
She lives with her hero, her husband of twenty-five years at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains with their pack and pride of furry babies.
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Spotlight on #BlackHillsWolves: Rebel’s Claw by Afton Locke
Hi Everyone!
It’s time for more, sexy wolf shifters from the Black Hills of South Dakota! Take it away, Afton… 🙂
Rebel’s Claw – Men’s Hair-dos
by Afton Locke
I love a man with hair. The longer and wilder the better. Roark, the hero of Rebel’s Claw, my second Black Hills Wolves book, has long, black hair. Sometimes he wears it long, in two braids, or in a ponytail. I just loved playing with his hair throughout the whole book! He had more hair-dos than Carrie, whose hair I just left long and loose because she’s a rancher, a practical girl.
Title: Rebel’s Claw About the Book Revenge never tasted sweeter Roark Archer’s Lamar Canyon Pack in Yellowstone has been decimated by ranchers and hunters. Although the Tao pack in Los Lobos, South Dakota, has offered to assimilate it, he cannot give up his heritage so easily. At least not until he gets revenge against whoever killed his best friend, Jared, three years ago. Recluse Carrie Myers lives on the Wyoming cattle ranch her late father left her. One fateful night changes her life forever, leaving her questioning her sanity. She knows what she saw…or does she? Regardless, she’ll do anything to protect the awful secret that has haunted her for the past three years. When fate brings Roark to Carrie’s doorstep, the connection between them is undeniable. Determined to avoid commitment, they agree to give in to their unexplainable attraction for one night. Will hatred consume this hell-raising shifter, or can he learn love and forgiveness in the enemy’s arms? AllRomance | Amazon | Smashwords | Goodreads | Reviews & More | Book Trailer | Black Hills Wolves Series |
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Rebel’s Claw – Copyright © Afton Locke, 2015
When his fingers tangled on the waistband of her panties, her legs trembled and her cleft burned with need. For the first time, she wished she owned lacy, feminine lingerie instead of boring, practical underwear.
“These are so sexy,” he whispered as if reading her mind. “So perfect on you.”
She gasped when his finger dipped under the white fabric, probing and swirling over swollen flesh. Her head thrashed on the pillow. Surely, she didn’t deserve such pleasure. With each caress, he promised even more. Completely disconnected from reality, she hovered over an abyss.
Don’t let me go.
She craved him every night, to make her forget everything causing her pain. With an instinct of their own, her hips danced as sinuously as a snake’s. His finger slipped inside, thrusting deep. If her pleasure was electricity, he’d light her up for miles.
He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the rock-hard bulge in his jeans. She shied away when he unzipped himself, but he pressed his bare cock into her palm. Lord, she’d never felt anything so hot. So alive. A trail of juice seeped from her core.
“Are you still sure you want to do this?” he whispered in her ear.
Their chests bucked and swelled against each other from their hard breathing. She felt as if she’d run the length of the ranch a hundred times.
“Y-yes, Roark.”
“Then grab my wallet off the nightstand since you’re closer to it.”
Her body tensed. He didn’t plan to pay her like a prostitute, did he? Daddy definitely wouldn’t approve. He wouldn’t look kindly on a one-night stand, either.
“There’s a condom in it,” he added.
When she twisted away from his hot skin, the contrast of the cool air caused her to shiver. Clumsier than ever, she dropped the wallet on the bed. It opened, revealing several pictures in plastic sleeves. She couldn’t resist flipping through them. Did he have a girlfriend? Hopefully not a wife. Hopping cow patties. She hadn’t even thought to ask about that.
Too late to back out now.
The people were all ages and shared a similar look to him, so she assumed they were family. She could hardly concentrate, with him stroking her back and grinding his wonderful hardness against her buttocks.
“You’re taking too damn long,” he muttered against her hair. “I’m about to take you, condom or not.”
“H-hold on a second,” she replied.
When she spotted the last picture, the heat in her body turned to ice. She blinked, hoping she’d seen it wrong, but the image only became clearer. Her mouth dropped open in horror as she stared at the face of a reddish-haired man with a beard. Nausea twisted her gut while a lone coyote howled in the distance. The remembered sensation of mud and blisters floated across her hands….
Oh, dear Lord. It was him! The face of the creature she’d killed.
Coming Soon: Deeper Than Perfect – 1970s time travel
About Afton Locke
Afton Locke is a USA Today Bestselling Author who prefers romantic fantasies to everyday reality. Fantasies take her to different times, races, places, and beyond. She lives with her husband, dog, several unnamed dust bunnies, and a black cat that can be scary or cuddly, depending on the current book. When she’s not writing, Afton enjoys hiking, cooking, crafts, and reading.
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Spotlight on #BlackHillsWolves: Infiltrating her Pack by Dominique Eastwick
Hello Dear Readers,
It’s time for more wolf shifter goodness! Happy release day to Dominique Eastwick! 🙂
Title: Infiltrating her Pack About the Book Ripley Greystone has a big problem—her pack is Alpha-less and a local coyote band knows it. The safety of her pack rides on trusting Drew, the new Alpha of the Black Hills Wolves. But, admitting the reason for needing his help isn’t something she’s quite ready to do. Drew senses there’s more to Ripley’s request to join his pack than what she leads him to believe. There’s only one way to know for sure—send an Infiltrator to spy on Ripley and her pack. Forced to infiltrate her pack to discover its hidden secrets and protect it from the coyotes determined to claim the she-wolves for themselves, Z finds more than he expects—all the while fighting the need to claim Ripley as his mate. |
EXCERPT
A hairsbreadth divided them, and it took all the willpower he processed to fight the building desire to pull her into his arms. Her breathing quickened, and as he gazed into her blue eyes, her raw sensuality forced him deeper into the cavernous pit he’d fallen in when he’d first seen her.
The words came out on a whisper. “You feel it, too, don’t you?”
“This attraction?” Z raised an eyebrow.
She closed her eyes. “It won’t work. I have secrets you could never understand.”
“We all have secrets,” he said then gave in to his animal nature and claimed her lips, though touching her nowhere else. He burned himself into her, forcing her to recant her words of denial.
It will work. He didn’t know how, but he didn’t think he could walk away from these feelings again. Having ensured the Greystones posed no threat to the Tao Pack, he could make his top priority the safety of his mate. His second would be to figure out the logistics of having a mate not of his pack.
Her deep groan rumbled through him, and every thought but Ripley faded. Passion swirled and something new, something different…something more, accompanied by a fizz running along his spine and through his nervous system, charging his powers. The urge to howl grew.
About Dominique Eastwick
Award winning author Dominique Eastwick currently calls North Carolina home with her husband, two children, one crazy lab, and one lazy cat. Dominique spent much of her early life moving from state to state as a Navy Brat. Because of that traveling is one of her favorite pastimes. When she’s not writing, you can find Dominique with her second love…her camera.
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Brand New Cover for Pippa Jay’s #zombies! Restless In Peaceville
Hi Everyone! Pippa Jay is back with a new cover for her zombie story. Enjoy! -Celia
Restless In Peaceville, returning to retailers soon. Same cute zombie story, brand new cover! — From, Pippa
Restless In Peaceville Book Blurb
Welcome to Peaceville, population 2067 and rising…from the grave…
Luke Chester has had enough. He’s the school geek, the girls laugh at him, he’s lost his dead-end job at the pizza place, and in the midst of the world’s messiest divorce his parents don’t even know he exists. An overdose of his mom’s tranquilizers and a stomach full of whiskey should solve all his problems…
But they don’t. Instead, Luke finds himself booted out of the afterlife for not dying a natural death, with nowhere to go but back to his recently vacated corpse and reality. How the hell is he going to pass for one of the living without someone trying to blow his brains out for being one of the undead?
And it just gets worse. He’s got to fight his own desperate craving to consume the living, evade the weird supernatural hunter who’s having a field day with the new undeads rising, and there’s this creepy black shadow following him around. Add to that the distraction of female fellow undead Annabelle burning to avenge her own murder, and clearly there’s no rest for the wicked. Jeez, all he wanted to do was R.I.P.
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Restless In Peaceville Excerpt
Not the most original question, I know, but it’s the best place to start. The only place. I don’t know where I am. I can’t remember where I was. What I was. But nothing about this place is familiar, and some part of me didn’t expect this.
There’s a line of people all the way to infinity. I’m not exaggerating—I do mean infinity. And it hurts to look at it because the human mind can’t handle that. Not completely. You think you know how that looks? You don’t. You can’t. Try to imagine the whole of creation. Can you see every last ant, every last star? No.
Around us—well, it’s a big gray hall. A really, really huge space, like an aircraft hangar kind of place, only no planes and no doors. In fact, no walls or roof either. The edges just blur into the darkness, as though none of it exists except the floor we’re standing on, and I’m not even sure about that. Looking up makes me giddy. You know when you’re dizzy from spinning around, and you lay down, but you feel as if you just keep on falling? That. So I don’t try it again. I keep my eyes away from the endless line of other people waiting. Instead, I stare at the back of the person in front of me and try not to think about where I am and what may be going on. Because now I have a nasty suspicion about it and what might have happened. My mind scurries away from the thought. This ain’t good.
Oh, by the by, my name is Luke Chester. That much I do know. I can’t be that old—my hands aren’t wrinkled or calloused, although there’s a cool scar across my left palm. My skin is pale gray. So are the long sleeves of my T-shirt. In fact everyone and everything is gray, just like the room. I stare at the guy in front of me, hoping for some clues. He has dreadlocks and his skin is so dark as to be almost black. He’s wearing a tank top, torn and covered with dark streaks that something tells me should be red, but, like everything else here, have no color. There are two deep slashes in the back of his neck, and more on his arms. They aren’t bleeding though. I guess they’ve all dried up, or maybe he’s all bled out. His jeans are ripped too, although that could be a fashion thing. I can’t see any wounds on his legs.
I look down at myself. My jeans are in one piece, but my feet are bare. I wriggle my toes and watch them dance like I’ve never seen them move before. I can’t feel the ground. I don’t feel warm or cold, just kind of numb, and distant. It’s as if I’m not really here, but clearly I am. What happened to me? How did I get here? That bothers me. I shouldn’t be here. Then again, I’m not sure where else I should be.
Pippa Jay Bio
After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.
Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).
You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as (at)pippajaygreen.
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Laughing Vixen Lounge Fabulous Spring #Giveaway Blog Hop
Hi Everyone!
Laughing Vixen Lounge is here today with their big giveaway to celebrate Spring. On their Blog Hop, you’ll also discover daily features from participating shops and some fun summer vacation ideas, too. I’ve included one of my favorite getaways below. Enjoy! –Celia
Spring is here and it’s time for a big giveaway from Laughing Vixen Lounge. 11 shops have come together to create one amazing Prize Pack ($280+) full of Jewelry, Perfume, Clothing, Vintage and much more! Many of the shops offer items perfect for any book lover along with lots of other unique, handcrafted and custom designs.
The Fabulous Spring Giveaway is open worldwide. 1 winner will win the Prize Pack. You can enter via the Rafflecopter below. Please visit the Laughing Vixen Lounge Blog and the Main Giveaway Post HERE to see the full prize list, participating shops and daily features during the giveaway.
Since Summer is right around the corner the giveaway theme is Vacation Memories. Each of our participating shops, and many of our blog sponsors, will be sharing some of their favorite vacation photos with you.
Celia’s Vacay Moment – Las Vegas
I love going on vacation with my family.
Last fall, we went to Vegas to celebrate our anniversary and stayed in a suite at the Wynn.
We like to spend most of our time poolside then go to shows in the evening.
Le Reve – The Dream
On this trip, we saw Le Reve, a beautiful show in the Wynn’s water theater in-the-round.
We sat in the “wet seats”, quite close to the action.
If you like Cirque de Soleil, you’ll enjoy this show, too.
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#BlackHillsWolves Spotlight & Character Interview – Mahalia Levey’s Seducing The Schoolmarm
Hi Everyone!
I have a special treat for you today. Mahalia Levey is here with her character Ravage, the hero of Seducing The Schoolmarm. Ravage’s story releases today so let’s all wish Mahalia and Ravage a Happy Release Day!
::tosses confetti:: ::pops champagne::
Take it away, Mahalia! 🙂
Mahalia Interviews Ravage
“I have Ravage, my hero from Seducing The Schoolmarm here for an interview. Let’s get started! So “Rav”, what makes you special?”
“I’m not so special darlin’, just a Southern man who was taught how to treat others right.”
His charm warms my cheeks as I sit across from him, the tip of my pen in my mouth. “What differentiates you from your kind, then?” I wait, anxious to see if he’ll open up or not.
Ravage leans forward and delivers a panty dropping smile. “My kind is supposed to be a secret darlin’. I’m figuring you must want to be carted off to our land for an adventure of your own.”
A growl reverberates through the air, making me turn my attention from “Rav” to the new intruder. My heart flutters and my panties grow damp. Eyes wide, I take in the image in front of me. A scowling exact replica of the delicious male in front of me. Darting my gaze back and forth, I can’t decide who to look at more, the charming man in front of me or the beast who broke into my office, interrupting my interview.
“Excuse me,” I find my voice. “Who are you and why are you barging into a private interview?”
Sexiness on a stick flicks an annoyed gaze to the man across from me. “Raze, you can go now.”
“Oh! I didn’t realize there were two of you…til now,” I stammer. Dark and sexy swaggers over to his brother and punches him in the face. “Quit acting like you’re me, fuck face.”
Raze offers an apologetic gaze my way while cracking his jaw and standing. I notice two things: they are identical, from voice to looks, tattoos and all, and it’s a bit overwhelming to have double the testosterone so close.
“Lovely, it was my pleasure meeting you. Have fun with this brute.” He shoves past his twin, out the door. I’m sad to see him go.
“He’s gay.”
“Alright, now that we have that settled.” My cheeks pinken. So sue me, I’m thinking what a waste. Imagine the Galveston sandwich that could be. The beast looks at me with a hint of bafflement making me giggle.
“I got things to take care of darlin’. A twin bro, and crazy younger sister who needs twenty-four hour supervision.”
“All right. So “Rav,” I was asking Raze what makes him–erm, you special?”
“My cock.” He takes a seat and leans back. “I’m kidding darlin’. I’m not so special just a man.”
My mind is now stuck on what his dick looks like. As if he knows, he teases me by lifting his shirt up a tad to show his rock hard abs. Fuck if it ain’t beautifully sculpted. I cough. “Erm okay. What differentiates you from your kind? Then?”
He takes a minute to think. His hand runs through his ever so messy hair. “Fuck darlin’ that’s a bat shit crazy question. We’re all the same. Beasts. Me I’m a different breed of beast. A natural fighter, Shifter Mixed Martial Art fighter.”
“Wow. Can you elaborate?”
“I could but why would I do that when you can read the book.” He winks.
“Do you have special abilities?”
“I shift into a hulking wolf. What do you think?” He quirks a brow my way and gifts me with the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. Well, except for his twin’s.
“And the stamina.” He adds for good measure.
“Tell us about your most current adventure.”
“Darlin’ most of my adventures revolve around a sexy schoolteacher and her habit of running. “Love a good hard chase.”
“Are you happy with the way people perceive you?”
“Hmph. Yeah, Teach seems to think I need taken care of, though. Fuck if I know. I’m too busy taking care of everyone else. Fuckin’ feelin’s are not the way of the beast.”
“Tell us a little bit about your world.”
“Why don’t you be our guest for a week?”
His turning around the question makes me laugh. “I can’t do that. I know I’d have to stay forever. Soooo…What kind of music do you listen to?”
“Country boy at heart. Some rock but not that screaming bullshit. Man’s gotta be able to think.”
“Is expressing love difficult for you? Why?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Why the hell would I want to talk about love?” He evades. His face softens a tad. “I fuckin’ love that woman. Have since I first heard her sweet prissy voice on the phone.”
“Share a little bit of the ‘real’ you with our readers. Any Dark secrets?”
“The real me? Baby I don’t do pretenses. As for secrets, in my world that gets you in a right fuck’d situation with the Alpha. Nah, don’t got time to be anything but this beast right here next to you.”
“What is your most favorite thing to do?”
“Fuck. Hunt. Fuck. Sleep.”
“You know you said fuck twice.”
“Yeah? Maybe I like it twice as much.” He shrugs.
“What’s your job for the Tao Pack?”
“I’m a dominant. I patrol and take care of shit needing taken care of, also helping rebuild our community.” A grin spreads across his face as he takes pride in being a part of something bigger than himself.
“Do you sing in the shower?”
“Do you? I find other fun things to do in the shower. Singin ain’t one of them.”
“Have you ever lost control? And what was the outcome?”
“Yes, and luv, no one wants to see that, least no one wanting to live.”
“How many sex partners have you had? How many at one time?”
“You tryin’ to get me in deep with the Mrs.? I plead the fifth.” He looks ansty to leave and I remember his familial obligations.
“Any words of advice to leave the readers with Ravage?”
“Seducing The Schoolmarm is available now. Stop by and read about the Galveston brood. Don’t get your panties in a twist if you don’t get enough of me. I promise you other stories are coming and you’ll see All.Of.Me. Again.” He takes my hand, kisses it and saunters out of the room.
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Title: Seducing The Schoolmarm About the Book For years, Adrie Scarlett taught at human schools. But when her need to shift increases, she must leave her old life behind and move to the Black Hills. Having always loved being a teacher, she decides to offer her abilities to the young Wolves of Los Lobos. She adjusts to her new life just fine…until a Shifter Mixed Martial Arts fighter Wolf strolls into her classroom. When they meet, their Wolves recognize their mate. But will their human side allow their lust to burn into something everlasting or cause it to fade out? AllRomance | Amazon | Kobo | iTunes |
EXCERPT
Adrie gasped, sparks flying as his mouth brushed with hers. Her heart pounded a furious pace, but what stunned her most was his masculine taste, all heat and pulsating power. She parted her lips for his onslaught, enjoyed the way he stroked his tongue into her mouth as if he had all the time in the world, delivering the mother of all panty-drenching kisses. His long, strong fingers slid through her hair, holding her head hostage. Heat emanated from his body, enveloping her in his rich, spiced sandalwood scent.
Her Wolf sighed in sweet relief while her brain urgently advised her to distance herself, break off the best first kiss in history. But how could she? How could she deny the need to mate with this magnificent man when she’d enjoyed getting to know him and saw his inherent decency matched inside and out?
What had she expected, a shallow playboy perhaps? The single male wolves she’d met thus far proved to be the how-can-I-get-in-your-pants-fast type of guys. Horny, fabulous-smelling specimens of her species with their little heads leading, not their big ones.
“I can hear you thinking.” He nipped her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth.
Adrie growled, sweeping her tongue over his to take charge of the kiss— breathing in his oxygen and exhaling—and dared to run her palms over his muscle-ripped torso. She wanted more, so much more.
“Teach, playing with me can be dangerous.” He plucked the glasses off her face for a second time, giving her no shield to hide behind. He flicked the buttons of her shirt open with deft fingers, leaving her pink lace bra on display. “Damn sexy. Wanna bet you have matching panties on under there?” He lifted her onto the table, inching his hand along her bare thigh to push up the pencil skirt. He knelt before her. “Spread your legs, Teach.”
Adrie’s face heated with his scorching words. No one’s ever talked to me like this. So carnal. So dirty. Damn, it’s so freaking hot.
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Buy a Book, Help a Vet – D. L. Jackson’s Finding Mercy
Hi Everyone!
I’m visiting two other blogs today. Join me at author Jill Archer’s blog for a fun interview in her Five Photographs” blog series. Then wander over to author C. R. Moss’s blog for her interview with Darci Diamond, the heroine in my recent paranormal romance release, DIAMOND MOON.
Buy A Book, Help a Vet
Author D. L. Jackson is here on my blog today with an important message and special request. Read on to see how you, too, might help our military veterans…
A message from Military Veteran and Author D.L. Jackson
Please take a moment to read this and share. The more this post is shared, the more eyes will be on it.
This is no joke. Every 65 minutes, a military veteran commits suicide.
I’m going to be honest here. Finding Mercy took a lot out of me when I wrote it. I had so much to say and there was no other way I could think to show you what I felt. Finding Mercy is not a warm and fuzzy romance. It is a struggle for one man to learn to love again, himself, and someone else. It is a book about hope, when all seems hopeless. It is a book about choosing to step out of the dark, no matter how impossible it seems.
Combat medics have a dangerous job, and part of that job is dragging wounded off hot battlefields. They have hearts for healing and helping, and because of this, cannot help collecting a few scars of their own, both physically and mentally.
We cannot erase PTSD or injuries caused in battle by pretending they don’t exist. But we can move forward by supporting our military and vets, as they face those crossroads. Here’s a link to some facts about veterans and active duty military featured on PBS, Public Broadcasting System.
I’d like you to join me in raising some money for a great cause. I’ve asked my publisher to track all sales for this book for the month of April, May and June 2015. I’m not asking for reviews or a bump in the ratings. You don’t even have to like this book, but I hope you do. What I am asking, is that you buy this book April 1st- June 30th 2015, and share the link. It costs $2.99, the price of a cup of coffee. Not a huge chunk of change. We spend more than that on a salad or burger at any given time.
Starting April 1st and running through June 30th, I will donate my total royalties from the sale of Finding Mercy, an erotic military romance, to a charity that helps military and veterans who suffer from PTSD. Because of federal regulations, I cannot state I am donating total sales of a product to a particular charity, so I need to be non-specific who I give to. I know, I know, regulations. I will therefore round up my donation up to the nearest whole dollar amount and give a lump sum that is a little bit more than what I earned for the quarter. It will not be the “sales” but a sum a little bit more than what I earned and to a charity that won’t be named (Just know it’s going to help service members, past and present).
Buy the book, help a service member. It’s that simple.
This is about something I strongly believe in. You see, I’m a vet. My husband is a vet. His grandfather served in the Navy in WWII, my father in the Air Force during Vietnam. My mother-in-law is a Marine, and both of my sons are active duty. My oldest is currently on his third deployment. My youngest, a Combat Medic, is preparing for his first.
I’ve seen the face of PTSD. It belongs to our sons and daughters, wives and husbands, fathers and mothers, grandmothers and grandfathers. It is our neighbors, friends and co-workers. It doesn’t discriminate, and it doesn’t just go away. Wounded vets need help.
Help me, help them.
You’ll die in three minutes without oxygen, three hours without shelter, three days without water and three weeks without food. But could you live a lifetime with a broken heart?
Mercy Evans has come to Evans Point hoping to collect herself and find a way to resurrect her career as an anchorwoman for Cheyenne’s news station. Sergeant Justin Redway has come to Evans Point to try to forget his past and survive all he’s done.
One is a battle-damaged veteran, the other a desperate woman who will go to any extreme to get his story. When their worlds collide, sparks fly and old wounds open. As the chasm between the fated lovers widens, it might be too big to cross.
One town, two lovers, and a second chance at finding mercy.
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I’d like to thank Tara from Fantasia Frog for donating her time and money to create a great banner for this event. Jessica Subject for this Decadent Publishing Newletter that highlights the event, and Decadent Publishing for tracking and posting updates monthly on how we’re doing.
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Laura Kaye’s HARD TO BE GOOD Release Week Blitz
Hello, Dear Readers! It’s time for some Laura Kaye goodness in contemporary romance. I’m a big fan of her HARD INK series, and am super excited to be part of the Release Week Blitz & Giveaway for HARD to BE GOOD today. Enjoy! 🙂
Jeremy and Charlie get their HEA!
About HARD TO BE GOOD:
Hard Ink Tattoo owner Jeremy Rixey has taken on his brother’s stateside fight against the forces that nearly killed Nick and his Special Forces team a year before. Now, Jeremy’s whole world has been turned upside down—not the least of which by a brilliant, quiet blond man who tempts Jeremy to settle down for the first time ever.
Recent kidnapping victim Charlie Merritt has always been better with computers than people, so when he’s drawn into the SF team’s investigation of his army colonel father’s corruption, he’s surprised to find acceptance and friendship—especially since his father never accepted who Charlie was. Even more surprising is the heated tension Charlie feels with sexy, tattooed Jeremy, Charlie’s opposite in almost every way.
With tragedy and chaos all around them, temptation flashes hot, and Jeremy and Charlie can’t help but wonder why they’re trying so hard to be good…
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EXCERPT
“You should be inside celebrating,” Jeremy said, his voice a raw scrape. “You and Marz did an amazing thing this morning.” An hour ago, Marz and Charlie had cracked open a heavily encrypted microchip that contained a wealth of information that not only seemed likely to help the team clear its name, but proved that Charlie’s father hadn’t been dirty, like they’d all thought. “And I’m so happy for you about your dad.”
A wounded darkness passed through Charlie’s gaze, but he finally nodded. “Didn’t feel right without you there.” Pink filtered into his cheeks, and damn if that wasn’t as cute as it was sexy. Jeremy wasn’t sure anything had ever made him blush.
“I’m just not—” Jeremy shrugged and looked down at Charlie’s chest again. Having seen the guy dress more than once, he knew that shirt covered lean muscle that ran from strong shoulders down to his narrow hips. Jeremy fisted his hands against the urge to burrow them under the hem of the tee. After weeks of looking, and wanting, he was dying to touch. Jeremy found Charlie hard to read though, and hadn’t wanted to do anything to scare him off. “—very good company right now. I’m sorry if that—”
Charlie nudged Jeremy’s chin up with his hand, his fingers just barely touching Jer’s stubble-covered skin. But then his thumb landed softly against his lips.
Jeremy’s heartbeat kicked up and his lips fell open. Slowly, oh so tentatively, Charlie stroked the soft pad of his thumb back and forth across them.
“Charlie,” Jeremy whispered as arousal surged through his body, spiking his pulse, tensing his muscles, hardening his dick.
Uncertainty poured off Charlie as the man’s hand trembled where it touched him, but those blue eyes absolutely blazed desire. No way was Jeremy imagining that.
“You’re always good company, to me,” Charlie said in a low voice, his gaze dropping to Jeremy’s lips. Charlie leaned in closer, and closer still, and Jeremy could hardly believe the other man was the one to initiate this. But he was fucking thrilled.
Jeremy swallowed, his lips anticipating that first soft brush. Charlie was so close his shaky breath caressed Jeremy’s lips. His pace was maddening but so damn sexy Jer could barely breathe. And then Charlie’s eyelids fluttered closed and he was right there…
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Five dishonored soldiers.
Former Special Forces.
One last mission.
These are the men of Hard Ink.
Hard to Be Good
“TOP PICK! If you’re looking for danger, gritty action, and sizzling passion, then Kaye has just the book and the series for you.” ~RT Book Reviews Magazine
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About Laura Kaye:
Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
DIAMOND MOON – Bewitching Book Tour and #Giveaway
Hi Everyone!
Please join me in the blogosphere to celebrate the release of DIAMOND MOON, Book 12 in Decadent Publishing’s Black Hills Wolves, a multi-author series! Enjoy the story soundtrack, author and character interviews, excerpts, spotlights and reviews, plus an e-gift card giveaway. See you there! 🙂
Tour Schedule – 3/27/15 – 4/10/15FRIDAY, March 27: MONDAY, March 30: TUESDAY, March 31: WEDNESDAY, April 1: THURSDAY, April 2: FRIDAY, April 3: MONDAY, April 6: TUESDAY, April 7: WEDNESDAY, April 8: THURSDAY, April 9: FRIDAY, April 10: |
Title: Diamond Moon
Series: Black Hills Wolves
Number: Book 12
Author: Celia Breslin
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Date of Publication: March 27, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-61333-803-2
ASIN: B00T2E7ZEY
Number of pages: 85
Word Count: 29,737
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Human-wolf hybrid Darci Diamond spends every full moon locked in auntie’s basement in Southern Oregon. Her excruciating shifts terrify her, the last one causing her heart to stop beating. Seeking a cure, she journeys to Los Lobos.
Ross Luparell returns to the struggling Tao pack, using his millions made in the tech industry to build homes for pack families in need. He never imagined he would also find his one true mate. But when a hybrid with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen lands on his doorstep in the middle of a wicked summer storm, there’s no denying it. She’s the one.
She wants a normal human life, free from pain-filled shifts. He won’t give up on her Wolf, and will do whatever it takes to help her accept her true nature. But can he convince her to trust him with her heart?
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