Sunday, 30 December 2012

My New Release!!!!!

So I bit the bullet and published this sexy little vampire ménage short. Check it out it is a hot short read. Also keep an eye out for my New Years blog hop post for a chance to win a copy.
She Devil (A Sexy-Explicit Erotic Short)

Constance is a Vampire with a heavy appetite, who works as a stripper to find her meals. She is wanton, luscious and wicked—she craves more than just blood.

Benjamin and Jonathon are vampire outcasts who exist by pretending to be as human as possible in order to remain hidden among humanity. When the town they live in starts to report that men are disappearing? They go on the hunt for the Vampire intruder.

Little did they know, the Intruder is one sexy-delicious Vamp. Connie will offer them more than just a hunt… she will pull them into a tryst of sensual heat and naughty thrills.

Saturday, 29 December 2012

New Year's Blog Hop coming Soon

It's another year over! Can you believe it? Well we authors, readers, and bloggers sure can't. And to celebrate the New Year with bang, we're going crazy and sending out so many prizes, fun parties, experiences, and other goodies, that it's a bit scary. Each author has a favorite New Year memory, book, idea, or way to party and we're going to show you! Can't wait to see you January 1st - 6th!

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

But that's not all....

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $300 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Merry Christmas !!!!!!

To all my wonderful readers and followers here's a little sexy something as a thank you for all your support this year.

It was Christmas Eve, and Rachel and Trent had just finished watching ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ for the umpteenth time. Normally Trent would complain about having to watch, but the giant smile that appeared on his fiancé Rachel's face always made it a lot more bearable.

As the end credits finished rolling, Rachel jumped up off the couch and told him not to move. He saw she had a cheeky grin on her face, and was intrigued to find out what she had up her sleeve.

After about fifteen minutes, music started to play. Trent looked up, his eyes almost falling out of his head at the sight before him. Rachel strutted into the living room wearing what could only be the raciest Mrs. Claus outfit he’d ever seen. It was basically just two triangles of material joined together to make a bikini top attached to the tiniest little red skirt with some white fur around the hem. To finish off the look she had on the sexiest pair of come fuck me heels, which made her legs look stunning. His cock was so hard he could have cut glass.
Trent went to hop up to go to her, but she waved her finger at him in and 'uh ah ahhh' gesture, so he sat back down on the couch.

Her hips started swaying hypnotically in time with the music as she danced. Trent so desperately wanted to take her to their bedroom and show her just what Santa could do with his chimney. Instead, he let her continue, because he got the feeling the best was yet to come.

She turned around, and her back was bare, except for the tiny piece of string holding her top on. She glanced at him over her shoulder and blew him a kiss before bending over to show him exactly what she had under the tiny skirt.

Fuck me – she's not wearing panties.

He let out a loud groan as he palmed his cock through his pants. He made sure to make a show of it so Rachel was well aware of what she was doing to him.

Mesmerized by her hypnotic hips, Trent almost missed her reaching up and untying the flimsy strings holding her top on. He knew it meant that he was about to get an eye full of her stunning breasts.

As she turned back around, she had one hand over each breast holding her top up. After a couple more sways of her hips, she threw her hands up in the air. The entire outfit including the skirt fell to the ground, leaving his amazing fiancé standing in front of him in nothing except a Santa hat and stilettos.

No force on earth could have kept him in his chair. Lightning fast, he was up out of his seat and wrapping her in a tight embrace. The moment his lips met hers, an amazing wave of ecstasy washed over him. Trent would have sworn he'd just come in his pants.

Both needed to take a breath, and broke away from the kiss gasping for air. Rachel started removing his clothes mumbling something about him having too many on. Agreeing with her, he toed his shoes off and carefully unzipped his pants, pushing them down until they were a pile around his ankles. As he stepped out of them, Rachel slid his shirt off.

He couldn’t keep quiet when he noticed Rachel reach for her shoes. “Leave them on and the hat too,” he ordered.

Needing the feel of her skin against his, Trent pulled her into another scorching embrace. He glanced around the living room for somewhere suitable to fuck her senseless. He couldn’t wait until they were in the bedroom – he needed to have her right then.

After weighing his options, it seemed the couch would be the safest bet. He picked Rachel up, and carried her two steps to the couch, sitting her on the arm of the sofa.

Immediately he spread her legs and buried himself balls deep inside her, both of them crying out from the pleasure.

He started thrusting with a fast but gentle pace, knowing that if he pounded into her the way he wanted to he was going to come in two seconds flat.

Rachel, however, had other ideas. "Trent, God, harder, please... faster... so fucking good."

Her words lit a fire in him, and he did just as she asked. Every thrust was harder and faster than the last. It took every ounce of his control not to come every time he slammed his cock into her beautiful pussy.

On the precipice of an amazing explosion and not wanting Rachel to miss out on the pleasure, he reached a hand down to pinch her clit. "Baby, I need you to come... can't... hold –" Before he could even finish his sentence, Rachel's walls tightened around him.

"Oh, Trent, fuck!" she cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

The next thrust, Trent let go of his restraint and followed Rachel into orgasmic bliss, riding the tidal wave of pleasure washing over his body as he released deep inside her.

Exhausted from their activities they collapsed together on the couch.

"Merry Christmas," he heard Rachel say just before her breathing evened out and her eyes closed.

"Merry Christmas, Baby," he said in response, kind of proud of the fact that he'd worn out his wonderful fiancé so much that she'd fallen asleep.

He cradled Rachel in his arms and carried her to bed. He quickly cleaned them both up before hopping into bed and cuddling up beside her.

Try as he might though, he couldn’t fall asleep. Instead, he lay awake for a while, wondering what had brought on the evenings display. Images of Rachel dancing and stripping for him played on repeat in his mind, and he knew that the memories would be starring in his dreams for many years to come. He even hoped he might get her to give him an encore performance sometime in the near future.

Friday, 21 December 2012

Spotlight/Giveaway: Song For Julia

Everyone should have something to rebel against.Crank Wilson left his South Boston home at sixteen to start a punk band and burn out his rage at the world. Six years later, he’s still at odds with his father, a Boston cop, and doesn’t ever speak to his mother. The only relationship that really matters is with his younger brother, but watching out for Sean can be a full-time job. The one thing Crank wants in life is to be left the hell alone to write his music and drive his band to success.

Julia Thompson left a secret behind in Beijing that exploded into scandal in Washington, DC, threatening her father's career and dominating her family's life. Now, in her senior year at Harvard, she's haunted by a voice from her past and refuses to ever lose control of her emotions again, especially when it comes to a guy.

When Julia and Crank meet at an anti-war protest in Washington in the fall of 2002, the connection between them is so powerful it threatens to tear everything apart.

For a chance to win a copy of Charles book Remember to Breathe leave a comment on this post with your email address.

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Spotlight: Love or Luxury by Heather Thurmeier

Love or Luxury
by Heather Thurmeier



Rebecca's life of luxury in Meadow Ridge is vanishing faster than the designer clothes from her closet--unless she finds someone to share her life and her rent.

When she meets Finn, the rugged, sexy motorcycle hunk, she thinks her luck has finally changed. There's just one problem--he's not from Meadow Ridge. Reid, her high school flame, comes back to town as the Meadow's most eligible bachelor, with a tendency to spoil his girlfriends, and a gorgeous mansion--everything she's always wanted.

Now Rebecca's torn between Finn, the man who lives a simple life outside the Meadow and Reid, the man who can give her the life she's always wanted.



"Hey, bro. How's it going?"

"Fine. Listen, I wanted to make sure everything is still okay for this weekend."

Colin laughed. "Gettin' a little punchy already, are ya? Boy she must be a looker."

His brother loved nothing more than a good excuse to tease him. "Oh, shut it. I'm not punchy. I just don't want to make the drive for no reason."

Like having a brother hanging around, killing the mood. Not that he was looking to get lucky or anything. It was a bit early for that. Although he probably wouldn't turn her down if she happened to suggest it. He was only human after all.

"The cabin is still yours. I'm not going to be there at all this weekend."

"Great, thanks."

"I told the cleaning service to put fresh sheets on the guest room bed, and there's plenty of wine and food in the fridge."

"We're using your lawn. No reason to change any sheets."

"Sure, you say that now, but I don't want to come home next week from the conference to find my master suite messed up."

"Seriously, dude. That's sick. I'd never use your bed for anything, let alone bring a girl into it. I know what you do in that bed out there all alone."

Colin laughed loudly into the phone. "I'm more of a shower guy myself."

"I'm hanging up now." Imagining his brother in the shower with a soapy hand was enough to spoil his good mood, and he didn't want that to happen.

"Hey," Colin yelled into the phone.


"Be sure to clean up after yourself. I don't want to find evidence of your indiscretion littering my yard." He laughed again and hung up the phone without giving Finn a chance to respond.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Heather Thurmeier is a lover of strawberry margaritas, a hater of spiders, and a reality TV junkie. She was born and raised in the Canadian prairies, but now lives in upstate New York with her own personal romance Hero (aka her husband) and their two little princesses. When she's not busy taking care of the kids and an adventurous puppy named Indy, Heather's hard at work on her next romance novel.

"Heather Thurmeier's hunky heroes and feisty heroines will have you laughing out loud, falling in love ... and coming back for more!" ~ Carly Phillips, NY Times Bestselling Author

"Heather Thurmeier writes sweet, funny romances that capture your heart!" --NYT and USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Probst

Love and Lattes, Love on Landing, Love or Luxury, Bunny Hills and Bikinis, Falling for You ~ Available now!

Stuck on You, Lost without You ~ Coming Soon!

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Tuesday, 18 December 2012

I Have a New Website

So today is my birthday and I thought it was about time my books got their own website separate for all of the wonderful books I review and spotlight.
I would love it if some of my lovely readers would drop by and follow me.

Monday, 17 December 2012

Spotlight: Winter's Magic Cynthia Gail

Winter’s Magic
By Cynthia Gail



Beth Sergeant and Nick Chester come from opposite ends of the social food chain. While he sees a rare beautiful woman without an agenda, she sees a wealthy playboy. Can he convince her to let go of her insecurities and take a chance on love, when challenges from his past force her to reveal her most guarded secret?

Owner of La Bella Vita, a five-star day spa nestled in the affluent suburbs of Nashville, Tennessee, Beth Sergeant knows her elite clientele first hand. She attended their private schools. She was even engaged, although briefly, to one of their most recognized bachelors. But she never fit in to their social-elite world.

After losing his parents to a car accident at a young age, Nick Chester was raised by his grandfather, the wealthiest man in Nashville. When he chooses to socialize, he has a never-ending list of exclusive events and beautiful women vying for his attention. Yet he never lets himself forget that everyone has an agenda.

Beth can’t resist Nick’s charm and accepts an invitation to dinner, despite her deep-seated insecurities. She proves she’s nothing like other women Nick's dated and learns to trust him in return. But just as the last of their resistance crumbles and true love is within reach, challenges from Nick's past threaten to destroy everything and force Beth to reveal her most guarded secret.



They stood so close she could feel the heat coming from his skin. A hint of his cologne, mixed with leather and the smell of old books, filled her nose. Her eyes moved to his lips and she wondered if he was going to kiss her.

Oh, God help her, she wanted him to.

In her dreams, his lips had been soft and sweet. He’d been gentle at first, slowly caressing her mouth as he held her face in both hands. Then he slid his tongue across her lips, coaxing her to open. When he took her mouth deeper, an electric current sizzled between them and her body tingled everywhere they touched. Every part of her melting into him. She was lost.

She felt his arms come around her, bringing her even closer, but it didn’t seem to be enough. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair. Slide her hands across the taut muscles of his chest. She needed—.

A sound from the hallway startled her and she raised her eyes to meet his. She had no idea how long she’d been staring at his lips and remembering the dreams she would never admit to having. Heat flooded her cheeks as she read the smugness on his face. It had been long enough for him to read her thoughts. But the intensity she felt from his gaze told her it didn’t matter—he wanted the same thing.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Home is where you hang your hat. A native Missourian, my family relocated twice during my teenage years, taking me from a high school freshman class of over 1,200 students to living in a small town in Kentucky with a total population of less than 1,000.

Home is where your heart is. Despite the culture shock and challenges of those shy, teenage years, I met my true love in that tiny town and I couldn’t be more grateful for the opportunity to experience a community where everyone waves, calls you by name, and treats you like family.

My husband and I live in the suburbs of Nashville, Tennessee with our eighteen-year-old son and three dogs. When I’m not working or writing, I can be found with family and friends. I love to bake in the winter, grill in the summer, and on occasion, I sneak away from everyone and curl up with a good book.

I hope you enjoy my stories. Each one touches on modern day issues, fears, and challenges that women face every day. And each one illustrates that love is within reach if you let down those walls and allow your heart to open. Our lives and experiences are so much more meaningful when we have someone to share them with.


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Friday, 14 December 2012

Spotlight: Celestial Seduction by Jessica E. subject

Celestial Seduction by Jessica E. Subject

At the end of his obligated commitment to the Space Service, Frey Berger decides to stay on Earth to further experience human emotions rather than return to Ginnun where his intended has already mated with another. Looking for real love and someone to accept him for what he is, Frey enlists in Madame Evangeline’s popular dating service. Although he does not understand the concept of a one-night stand, he hopes to find his perfect mate.
Carrie Cooper’s husband divorced her for someone who could provide him with children, leaving her with little self-confidence and no desire to let a man hurt her again. Her best friend convinces her to join a dating service, claiming Carrie needs to get laid, while not winding up with a broken heart since her date requires no commitment after the night is over.
Although several misunderstandings nearly derail them before the date has even begun, Carrie and Frey end up becoming closer than they ever believed possible. Still, Frey will need to convince Carrie that her perfect mate isn’t human at all, and that one night can lead to a forever love.


Her intensity excited him, but he needed to find a way to keep her calm. She refused to look into his eyes. His mouth crashed down on hers, absorbing her next words. She objected at first, but then her tongue reached out to him, a passionate gesture unheard of on Ginnun.

He matched the force of her kiss and skimmed his hands down her arms to rest on her sides near her breasts. She no longer struggled. Her arms wrapped around him, keeping him close. When she released his mouth to take a breath, he sat up. She panted underneath him.

“That was incredible. I….I felt like I was flying through space. So many colors and the brightest stars.”

He experienced something different. With that kiss, he had finally found someone who could keep him grounded on Earth and repress any regret for not returning to Ginnun. He brushed his thumb along her cheekbone. “I’d like to continue if you’ll let me.” He leaned down and placed light kisses across her face.

A sigh escaped her lips and the last of her tight muscles relaxed underneath him. He slid his body down her legs, his hands returning to her belly.

“I thought you were going to continue something else,” she whispered.

His cock pressed against his pants already. Her sudden interest in sex made it painful. “I want to, but I need to finish giving you this gift.”

Her body moved but she didn’t struggle or try to get away. “What exactly are you doing to me? What is this gift? Why was my stomach glowing?”

He took in a deep breath and released it a little faster and louder than he’d wanted. He knew the answer would lead to more questions. While prepared to answer them, he didn’t want to scare her away. His response required carefully chosen words to ensure he gave her the gift before he told her of his origins.

“I’m healing you.” The blue glow returned across her belly as his hands warmed. “You’ll be able to have a child when I am finished.”

Her eyes widened. He sensed her fear, but she didn’t move. “Your child?”

“No, I am not giving you a child. That can only be done in the usual ways. I am simply making your body able to become pregnant and carry a child.”

Carrie propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes stared down at her belly, but she remained calm. “How? No doctor could do that for me. How can you? Are you some type of voodoo priest or something?”

“No.” He needed to continue and keep his heritage from her for as long as possible.

“A religious fanatic who thinks I’m possessed by demons?”

Frey laughed. “Nope.” He was almost finished. Just a little longer. The scarring had all returned to normal, healthy tissue. He only needed to stimulate the maturation and release of eggs in her ovaries.

“How then? I know you’re doing something to me. I can feel it.”

“Remember how I said I needed an open-minded partner?”

She nodded, her eyes catching a quick glance from his before returning to her stomach.

Just a couple more minutes and he’d be finished. He prepared to hold her down should she freak out when he told her he came from space. “I’m not exactly like you and most of the people on Earth. I’m….different.”

“Like a demon or a guardian angel?”

He laughed. It sounded forced, but he needed to stay focused on healing Carrie rather than mating with her. “No, you’re thinking paranormal. Try science fiction.”

She began to squirm under him, but he didn’t need to restrain her. “A….clone? Artificial intelligence?”

He finished healing her and lay down beside her. His thumb ran across her lips, wanting to taste them again, but knowing he probably wouldn’t. “Try alien.”
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About the Author:

Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who has enjoyed her stories.
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Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Spotlight/Giveaway: Lust After Death by Daisy Harris

Lust After Death (Love-Bots, Book 1)
by Daisy Harris



In the Pacific Northwest, where life hurries to keep pace with technology, a re-animated bride named Josie struggles to escape her creator and to find her identity in the half-erased circuitry of her mind and body.

Assassin Bane Connor just wants to get the girl to the Zombie Underground and receive his payoff-a mental reset that will erase his memories as well as his guilt. But an attack by a rival faction derails his rescue, and the wide-eyed female whose circuitry requires a husband tears at his hardened heart and ignites desire like he's never known.



She peered down at her wet fingers, confusion etched on her angelic face, and then she gave her digit a tentative lick. Eyes wide with surprise, the girl fed her finger farther into the bow of her mouth.

Ho-ly shit! His body sprung to attention, his nerve endings strung taut as a bow.

Feeling like a peeping tom, Bane looked away from the window, assessing the pebbles below his crates and a nearby bank of leaves and weeds he could land on quietly. Then he gave a last glance through the window and noticed her hand caressing the water’s surface.

A fascinated smile played at her lips. Damn, she was beautiful, and not in some fake plastic surgery and programming way. She was fresh, shiny, new—like she held the keys to paradise.

Fuck, he was drunk. The crates wobbled underneath him and Bane let go of the windowsill with one hand, readying to jump. Really, he was leaving.

Her ivory hand slid up her hospital gown and tugged at the tie. The blue-striped, papery material sank from her shoulders to the floor, revealing a pale, slender body that seemed to shimmer under the bright bathroom lights.

Bane bit his bottom lip to stop from groaning out loud. His hips bucked forward of their own accord. The crates tilted to the side and he grabbed at the windowsill’s metal edging to right himself. His arms supported his weight and he trapped the top crate between his legs and pulled the pile back under his body, desperate for one more look. By the time he righted himself, the girl had turned her back on him to step into the tub.

If he’d thought the front of her was nice… Her back was long and delicate, her ass spectacular. Goose bumps rose on her skin and he could almost imagine the feel of them under his fingertips. The girl must have wondered about the water's temperature, because she bent forward at the hips to test it.

His right hand dropped to cup the bulge in his pants. He was a douche and a pervert. And he would jack off to this image for the rest of his undead life. Which, now that he thought about it, would only be a few more days.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.

Daisy will be awarding a $20 gift certificate to Amazon or Barnes & Noble and a Walking Dead T-Shirt to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (US & Canada Only).

Saturday, 8 December 2012

Spotlight/Giveaway: Gone Country by Lorelei James

GONE COUNTRY - Rough Riders book 14

She’s a little bit country, and he’s…not.

Arizona businessman and long-lost McKay love child Gavin Daniels has been awarded sole custody of his teenage daughter Sierra for one year. In order to steer Sierra back on track after a brush with the law, he pulls up stakes and heads to Wyoming, looking for support from his ranching family...even if he isn’t sure where they fit in the McKay dynamic. He’s prepared for every contingency with the move: the less-than-enthusiastic response from his daughter, learning to run his corporation remotely, but he’s thrown for a loop when his new housemate, Rielle, is a whole lot sexier, funnier and sassier than he remembered.

Rielle Wetzler has finally overcome the stigma of having hippie parents and being a young single mother. In the two years since she sold her ailing B&B to Gavin Daniels, she’s become financially stable running the homespun businesses she loves. But now Gavin is in Sundance to claim the house that’s rightfully his. Although Rielle knew this day would come, she isn’t prepared to leave the home she built for herself and her now-grown daughter. And to further complicate matters, her long-dormant libido is definitely not ready to live with this newly buff Gavin—who isn’t a cowboy, but has the take-charge attitude to prove he’s all McKay.

Sharing a roof, their troubles and their triumphs is too much temptation, and before long, Gavin and Rielle are sharing a bed. But sharing their hearts and lives forever? That’s a whole ’nother ball of wax.

Warning: Contains a feisty, independent heroine who doesn’t need a man to take care of her needs outside the bedroom and a sweet, sexy and bossy hero who’s up to the challenge of proving her wrong

“Sierra Daniels. Please stand.”

She stood. So did Gavin.

“Would you like to say anything before we discuss your case?”

Gavin glanced at the members of teen court and then at the magistrate. “Permission to speak on Sierra’s behalf, your honor?”

The magistrate’s hard gaze zoomed to him. “And you are?”

“Gavin Daniels, your honor. Sierra’s father.”

“Permission granted. What’s on your mind, Mr. Daniels?”

“I understand that a community service sentence is often handed down in a case like this. I agree that it would be a good lesson for my daughter. But I respectfully request you consider an alternative.”

“And why is that, Mr. Daniels?”

“Because we will be moving out of state next week.” Gavin shot Sierra a harsh look when she opened her mouth.

“Next week?” the magistrate asked skeptically.

“Yes, your honor. The day of my daughter’s arrest last month I was meeting with Judge O’Connor and he granted me sole custody of Sierra at her mother’s request. Since I’m no longer legally bound to live in Arizona, we’ll be moving closer to family.”

A pause. “Where will that be?”

“Sundance, Wyoming.”

From the corner of his eye he saw Sierra gaping at him, but Gavin kept his attention on the magistrate.

“In light of this being your first offense, your guilty plea, and the security guard recovering the stolen item, I will dismiss the charge—provided you have no contact with the store and you have no subsequent incidents in the next six months. Then this infraction will be expunged from your juvenile record.”

The magistrate looked at Sierra. “And to be honest…your father forcing you to move to Wyoming is punishment enough.”


“I hate you and I’m never ever ever going to forgive you for this! Why are you ruining my life?”

Choking silence filled the air.

“You done?” he asked coolly.

“Will you change your mind about making me move to Bumfuck, Wyoming?”

“Not on your life, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that!” She stomped off.

He listened to her footsteps fading on the tiled floor, counting out the seconds.

Wait for it... Wait for it...


Yep. There it was. God knows her tantrum wouldn’t be complete without a house-shaking door slam.

Gavin loaded his lowball glass with ice, then filled it with Crown XR. He knocked back half the whiskey in one swallow.

Damn kid was driving him to drink—something even her psychotic mother hadn’t been able to do. Wasn’t the first time Sierra had professed her hatred for him—nor would it be the last.

His announcement in teen court today had come as quite a shock to her. But her arrest had been the last straw, especially after his ex-wife had called shoplifting “a teenage rite of passage” and excused Sierra’s bad behavior.

Problem was, bad behavior had been the norm for Sierra since the beginning of her freshman year. She broke curfew without explanation or apology. She lied about her plans. Her grades had slipped. She’d become surly and defiant with an air of entitlement—much like her mother.

Sharing joint custody with his ex-wife meant his attempts at keeping their daughter on the right path were largely ignored whenever Sierra stayed at Mommy Dearest’s house. So Gavin considered it a sign, an omen, hell, a blessing, when Ellen suddenly announced she was moving to Paris with her boyfriend du jour.

After years of custody battles, she signed over full custody of her only child for one year. Evidently Ellen didn’t want parental responsibilities spoiling a good time in gay Paree.

His self-centered ex hadn’t considered how her actions would affect Sierra. Once again he’d been left holding the bag, standing helplessly outside her bedroom door, listening to his daughter cry.

That’s when he’d known they both needed a drastic change.

He’d called Rielle, he’d called Charlie and Vi, and he’d called a moving van.

By this time next week they’d be living in Sundance.

If they didn’t kill each other on the eighteen-hour drive to Wyoming first.


 Recently returned from training at Quantico, FBI agent Mercy Gunderson stirs up trouble and uses her rarely seen feminine side to seduce her unsuspecting boyfriend, sexy-as-sin Sheriff Mason Dawson. When she revs up her Viper to get his attention while he’s on patrol, tempers and sparks fly—but their rendezvous is interrupted by a disturbing cry for help. The pair rush to the scene, where Mercy discovers that even though she can’t always save the day, she doesn’t have to be silent about it.
 Silent Mercy is a FREE e-short story, available 12/4 

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Check out these other stops on blog tour for more chances to win.
December 4 
12/4 - Lorelei James
December 5
12/5 - Bookswagger
December 6
December 7
December 8
12/8 - Talk Supe
December 9
12/9 - Tory Richards
12/9 - Simply Ali
December 10
12/10 - My Keeper Shelf
December 11
12/11 - Lori Armstrong

Thursday, 6 December 2012

Spotlight/Giveaway: Second Chances Anthology

About the Book

We all know what it’s like to lose out in love … but what if you get a second chance at happiness? Will you grab it, or run?

Second Chances is collection of five male/male contemporary romance short stories bout finding love again.

Non-Negotiable by T. D. Green

Jacob Kerns, the advertising director for a small national greeting card company, is due for a promotion. His ambitions for advancement are jeopardized when he learns his next big contract will be handled by none other than Alexander Cory, his ex-lover from college. Seeing Alex again opens the old wounds of that long ago betrayal, but Jake endeavors to put personal feelings aside to do his job. If only Alex would let him! When Jake's boss falls ill, secrets come out. Will Jake find love again or is the whole thing non-negotiable?

Heart of Glass By L. J. Harris

Days after arriving in Australia for a working holiday, Zack Doherty is blindsided by the connection he instantly feels to Heath Connors, but circumstances don’t work in their favour.  Zack is uncharacteristically forward in pushing Heath to accept a date when fate gives him a second opportunity.

Heath has only recently had the courage to admit his true self, walking away from his marriage and a good job when he could no longer lie to himself. The attraction he feels for a stranger that fleetingly crossed his path confirms he made the right choice.

Will Zack be the one to mend Heath’s heart of glass?

Better Together By DaNay Smith

Greyson Welles moved to Baltimore so that his long-time partner, Dominic Nash, could fulfill his dream of an internship at John Hopkins Hospital. It’s been four years though, and Greyson is becoming increasingly unhappy. He never gets to see Dominic and his own promising art career is on hold, instead he paints family portraits for a living.

Dominic can see that Greyson is unhappy with the long hours he puts in, but when his solution is to propose to the love of his life, he is surprised that not only does Greyson turn him down but leaves to pursue his own career dreams in New York.

Five years later Greyson can only think of one man able to sooth his wounded pride when there’s a less than stellar response to his latest collection—what will he do?

Dirty Martini By Bette Browne

Daniel Fletcher knocks back his third vodka of the night after running into his ex out with the same lover he had found him with in their bed two months before. He’d ended their relationship that night but coming face to face with them still together makes the pain of the breakup still very real.

Nathan Smith has seen more men than he can count drowning their sorrows in a bottle at his bar. He understands—he’s been there himself. One night a handsome brunette with sad blue eyes makes Nate want to assure him that everything will be okay. The connection he feels from a fleeting touch, as he walks the man out of the bar, shakes and stirs him in ways that he never expected.

What starts out as a means to forget might just be what they both need.

Notice to Appear By C. C. Lorenz

Josh Campbell has had the date from hell—the food was mediocre, as was the company, and to top it all off, he finds himself in strife with the law. When he thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, he comes face to face in the courtroom with his schoolboy crush, Carter Sullivan. Now, not only has he got to pay a hefty fine, he has been humiliated in front of the one man he’s never forgotten.

Could the date from hell suddenly turn into the start of something new with Carter, now that their age difference is not the issue it was back in high school?

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Author Profiles:

T. D. Green, the author of Fragile Bones, is as passionate about supporting the arts as she is about creating art. When she’s not wrangling words across the white space, she’s deeply immersed in painting. A proud Hoosier, T.D. currently resides in her beautiful home state of Indiana with her husband, three children, and a clutter of curiously devoted felines.

DaNay Smith lives in a small suburb in Michigan with her family. She began writing her stories when she left grade school, eventually trying her hand at poetry as well. She attended Roosevelt University, majoring in English, and concentrated in creative writing. It was at university that her love for male/male novels was born. The school’s history and values are deeply rooted in activism and the fight for civil rights. She learned to see the similarities between the struggles all minorities go through, especially the LGBT community where the fight has just begun. She wanted to write books that were about gay men, not just have them included as side characters or used as tokens like most types of pop culture. DaNay spends most of her days working in data entry but uses her free time to continue doing what she loves: writing.

L. J. Harris was born in Sydney, Australia and now lives in the nation's capital with her husband and twin teenage sons. She has only discovered her passion for writing in the past three years. Shy by nature, she discovered that after her father fell ill, writing down whatever she felt not only helped her deal with the situation but express herself in a way she couldn't before.

Working part-time afforded her the opportunity to explore her sudden drive to write, originally via fan fiction. With her husband's encouragement, she penned a dream sequence around which her novel-in-progress is built.

She loves building the sexual tension between characters and developing interesting plots twists, as well as leaving readers wanting more.

Bette Browne is wife to an extremely understanding husband and mother to two very tolerant children. In her mind they are the most accepting family in the world, allowing her the freedom to indulge her passion for fiction, whether it is reading or writing it.

She enjoys traditional male/female romances, but male/male is her passion. In her mind nothing is more erotic than two (or more) beautiful men finding love together.

For Bette, the fight for tolerance in all its guises is an important one, and hopefully her contribution, even if it is only in the form of the occasional love story, is one she will continue to happily find the time for.

C. C. Lorenz grew up in Southern California and currently resides in Los Angeles where she works in the finance industry. Searching for a distraction from the daily stresses of her job, she stumbled upon the world of male/male romance and fell in love with the genre. Intrigued to explore the unique challenges of gay relationships, C. C. put pen to paper (figuratively) for the first time since her college days and began to write.

When not immersed in the world of M/M romance, she enjoys spending time with her friends and family, drinking wine, and driving her husband crazy by acting like a teenager.

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Something about the publisher:

Bottom Drawer Publications is a new publishing house that specialises in romantic and erotic romance fiction across a range of genres, with both het and gay characters. Our genres include: Contemporary, Historical, Literary/Drama, Alternative Lifestyles, Paranormal/Sci-fi/Fantasy, Mystery/Thriller and Steampunk.

Our books are available for sale on our website as well as over 8 booksellers, including: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple iBookstore, All Romance, Rainbow eBooks, and a range of others. All reading devices are catered for with a comprehensive range of formats.

We are always on the lookout for fresh and interesting manuscripts within these genres, and from time to time will put out calls for anthology submissions.

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