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From Me to You ~ To write or to READ?

Okay, I woke up at 400 am, read a bit and then started laundry. By 600 am, I was on my second load of laundry, showered, dressed, ate and sat down to write.

So, one paragraph later I keep thinking about the book I had finished. There were at least two more in the series that I needed to get. THEN when stalking the author’s facebook page, I found out one of my favorite characters in the book had a story. Not just one but three!

These really are NOT standalones. You have to read one and then the other. So I have two more to get through to read the three, lol. So five books. I could do it, I have no plans this weekend. Other than writing my OWN book!

If you are wondering about the addicting series, it is the King series by TM Frazier. Dark romance, which is a bit of an addiction for me! I couldn’t help but read it.

So, read or write, read or write?

THAT’S my dilemma.

I want to do both. I think, I can read and when I’m done I’ll write. Sounds good, right? But what if I’m in a book coma? C’mon, you know what I mean! I’m so deep in that book world I don’t want to come out. It happens. That shit is real!

I could write, set a goal, but I keep wanting to crack open Lawless and read Bear’s story. Gah!

I think I’ll head out of the house (because Paw Patrol is blaring!) Go to the coffee shop and write. Meet a goal, any goal! Have a nice tasty cup of Enchantment (latte with white chocolate and creme de menthe) and write. Leave my kindle at home, lol.

This could work-if there is nothing going on. No vendor sales, no farmer’s market, no meetings or singers. That is usually just Saturday mornings! This is a very busy coffee shop! If it is too busy, I could try the new shop in town. But it doesn’t look as comfortable. I suppose I won’t know unless I try.

And really, I left poor Crag hungry and chasing after his mate once again.

His stomach growled. Pretty soon he was going to have to find something to eat. Checking to make sure he still followed Faith’s enticing aroma, Crag decided that food was in order. She’d have to stop for the night. Once he’d eaten, he would just keep going until he found her.

Backtracking, Crag found a spot where he could shift and fly out. Branches dragged at his wings, catching at his legs as he burst from the sky. Glancing down, he looked, trying to see Faith. Shaking his head he flew away. He didn’t want her to see him, to be afraid of him.

Logically he knew that he would eventually have to tell her. But Faith seemed a little more intense than her sister. Somehow, Crag was pretty sure that if he changed Faith without telling her, he would regret it the rest of his life.

Decisions, decisions. I want coffee, so I guess I’ll go write for a bit!

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Bloom ~ Book Tour and Giveaway

Bloom
The Order Series 1
by Nikki Rae
Genre: Adult Dark Contemporary Romance
Given to The Grimm Order as an infant, Fawn was raised in a world shaped by
the rich and powerful. When she was sold at the age of nine to a
Suitor, Fawn believed he would protect her from the “Mainworld”,
where those who know nothing about the Order live. Living with the
cruel man who bought her freedom, she finds just what the Order is
about: money, control, and status for the Owner and humiliation and
abuse for those they own.
Unwilling to accept the expectations of being Owned, Fawn goes from golden girl
to maid, content to live in the shadows of the Order as long as she
isn’t Owned again.

 

It’s been ten years since she disgraced her former Owner’s name, and now
the brooding Frenchman Elliot Lyon wants her. Master Lyon is kind,
smart, and unlike any man she’s met. She doesn’t want to admit it
to herself, but Fawn is drawn to him despite constantly planning her
next escape.

 

Even the prettiest flowers have thorns, and Master Lyon is hiding secrets
that will uproot everything she thinks she knows about him.
Nikki Rae is an independent author who lives in New Jersey. She explores
human nature through fiction, concentrating on making the imaginary
as real as possible. Her genres of choice are mainly dark, scary,
romantic tales, but she’ll try anything once. When she is not
writing, reading, or thinking, you can find her spending time with
animals, drawing in a quiet corner, or studying people. Closely.
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Scoundrels & Scotch ~ Cover Reveal

 

 

Title: Scoundrels & Scotch
Series: Top Shelf #3
Author: Alta Hensley
Genre: Dark Romance Standalone
Cover Design: Jay Aheer
Release Date: January 16, 2018

 

Blurb

 

I’ll stop at
nothing to own her. 
I’m a collector of dolls.All kinds of dolls.

So beautiful and sexy, they become my art.
So perfect and flawless, my art galleries are flooded by the wealthy to gaze
upon my possessions with envy.
So fragile and delicate, I keep them tucked away for safety.
The dark and torrid tales of Drayton’s Dolls run rampant through the rich and
famous, and all but a few are true.
Normally I share my dolls for others to play with or watch on display.

But not my special doll.
No, not her.
Ivy is the most precious doll of all.
She’s mine. All mine.

*Scoundrels & Scotch is a dark billionaire romance. If you don’t like a
splash of shock, a dash of taboo, and a heavy dose of sex, then don’t take a
sip of this TOP SHELF cocktail.

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Author Bio

 

Alta Hensley is a USA TODAY bestselling author of hot, dark and dirty romance. She is also an Amazon Top 100 bestselling author. Being a multi-published author in the romance genre, Alta is known for her dark, gritty alpha heroes, sometimes sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.

 

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Release Day! Caged by Clarissa Wild

Title: Caged
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: September 26, 2017
Blurb
They call me
savage. An untamed beast.
I was born in the
cage. Born to fight. Born to carry its name.
Locked away, I’ve
spent years waiting for my mate.
I’m pent up with
need. Brimming with desire.
All I want is
her… That beautiful girl from the picture on my prison wall.
Now she’s finally
here, sharing a cell.
So close. So hard
to resist.
But one thing’s for
sure…
Even if she doesn’t
know it yet, she’s already mine.
WARNING:
Contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers.

 

 

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Excerpt
Like a wolf
that’s sniffed its prey, my nostrils flare with excitement at the sight of the
open door. Finally, after all this time, she’s mine.
I rush to
the door like a rabid animal, wanting to claim her this very instant.
I can’t
wait any longer. I want her so badly; I feel like I’m about to explode with
need, so I storm through the door, ready to take her.
I kick the
door to my cage closed and march toward hers. I ignore everything else in the
room and focus solely on getting to her. I peer around the corner through the
opening. There she is.
My woman.
My Ella.
I rush to
her, not giving a shit that Syrena is yelling at me, asking what’s going on. I
want her. No, I need her.
I want to
bury myself deep inside her and hear her moans as I fill her with my seed. I
want to feel her skin on top of mine; I want to lick her crevice and taste her
sweetness on my tongue. I want it all.
But when I
approach her, she cowers in a corner, diving away when I get close.
Her eyes
are filled with fear as I stare at her for a moment, her body shivering.
But there’s
no need to be scared. I’ll take more than good care of her.
I’ll give
her every lick she’ll need, every kiss she asks for. I’ll protect her from
anything and anyone. Because she’s mine now …
My woman.
My Ella.
I reach for
her and grasp her arm. She resists, jerking free, so I take her other arm.
Again, she pulls back and gives me this look as if she doesn’t want me to touch
her. But that’s not true. I saw her looking. I saw those hungry eyes. I saw her
practically begging for my cock when she licked her lips at the sight of it.
Just as her
eyes slide down my body this very instant, taking in every inch of my length.
She gulps, visibly impressed. A smirk spreads on my lips.
I know she
likes what she sees.
She can’t
deny her own body’s desires.
So I put my
hands on her tiny waist, lift her up from the floor, and throw her over my
shoulder.
Then I turn
around and march right back into the room I came from, kicking the door to her
cage shut.
With her
fists, she pounds on my back.
Feisty. I
like that.
It makes it
much more interesting when she’s just as eager as I am. I’ll make sure she’s
opened up to me before our time is over.
I put her
down on the bed, and she immediately tries to crawl away. Towering over her, I
grasp her ankles and flip her over. That blue dress looks pretty on her … but
it’s in the way. So I lean over her and push it up with my hand until it’s
right above her waist. I can see she’s struggling, her fingers desperately
clinging to the fabric as if she’s afraid of what’s about to happen.
But the
look in her eyes … it’s different from anything I’ve ever seen before. Like she
doesn’t know what’s about to happen. Like it’s never happened to her before.
Could she
be …?
I smile at
the thought.
My seed
will be the first to lay claim to her womb.
As I hover
over her, she places her hands on my chest and face, pushing me away. I grasp
them and pin them above her head. My face is so close to hers now … I can smell
her delicious scent. With my eyes closed, I take a whiff, and they almost roll
to the back of my head. That’s how good it smells.
But when I
open my eyes again, hers are red, and water fills them again. With my thumb, I
brush away the single drop rolling down her cheek. Then I tuck her beautiful
white hair behind her ears, and I lean in to press a kiss to her lips.
It’s
agonizingly slow for me, but I know I need to be gentle with her.
For all
these years, her body went untouched, and it doesn’t know how to respond to a
man like me. Doesn’t know how to yield.
But I’ll
show her. With my body, I’ll teach her how to submit.
Author Bio

 

Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today
Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels
include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology,
Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, the Indecent Games
Series, and FATHER. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot
men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning
about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of
movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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Cover Reveal ~ Caged by Clarissa Wild

Title: Caged
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers
Release Date: September 26, 2017
Blurb
They call me
savage. An untamed beast.
I was born in the
cage. Born to fight. Born to carry its name.
Locked away, I’ve
spent years waiting for my mate.
I’m pent up with
need. Brimming with desire.
All I want is
her… That beautiful girl from the picture on my prison wall.
Now she’s finally
here, sharing a cell.
So close. So hard
to resist.
But one thing’s for
sure…
Even if she doesn’t
know it yet, she’s already mine.
WARNING:
Contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers.

 

 

Pre-order Link
Excerpt
My thumb brushes over the reflecting image of a girl with hair so white it could blind a man like me. Licking my lips, I stare at her delicate shape in the white dress, her soft posture as she leans into the green lushes around her, and the way she wistfully stares at the blue sphere above her head. One moment is all it takes to capture her beauty. And I know I’ll have a lifetime to discover it.
I smile, cocking my head. “Her.”
That’s all it takes. That one word … and she becomes mine.
I can’t stop staring at her eyes … those soul-crushing blue eyes that seem so pure. So vulnerable. Unlike me.
But when the image is snatched out of my hands, my smile immediately dissipates. I turn my head and watch him take the pictures down from the glass, one by one, until nothing’s left but a gray stone mass behind it. No life. No green. No blue. No nothing.
I sigh out loud.
A hand touches my shoulder, squeezing. “Don’t worry … You’ll see more than just a picture soon.”
The hand disappears, and I’m left alone again in my cold, dark space.
But one thing has changed.
Me.
Author Bio

 

Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today
Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels
include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology,
Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, RUIN, the Indecent Games
Series, and FATHER. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot
men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning
about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of
movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
Want to get an
email when my next book is released? Sign up here to receive 4 FREE short
stories: http://eepurl.com/FdY71 
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Passion & Venom

PASSION & VENOM

by

S. Williams | Shanora Williams

 

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Out Now! – In The Flesh: Book 1 of The Medusa Consortium

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Imaginary Lovers

 I suspect every young girl and probably most boys too have had imaginary lovers. Okay, if I’m being honest, as a writer of romance and erotica, I have them all the time. J Those imaginary lovers are the lovers we long for when there isn’t anyone else, when we’re on our own and yearn to be the center of attention of the best, most amazing, hottest man ever, or when our fantasies turn dark and dangerous and we need a little bit of scary-hot help. And let’s face it they certainly have their place in our self-love life, don’t they? They are our images of perfection, something that doesn’t exist in the real world. Though In The Flesh has a complicated origin, a part of its roots and, certainly a part of what drives the story is an imaginary lover. But this imaginary lover is not the book boyfriend of your dreams. He’s not the one all your friends will be jealous of. Don’t get me wrong though, this imaginary lover is strong, powerful, outrageously sexy and he’s completely focused on you. What more could a girl ask for, right?

 

But what if this insatiable glorious lover, who blows your mind with sex beyond your wildest dreams, isn’t imaginary at all? Oh, I’m not talking Cinderella and Prince Charming or Christian Grey and Anna Steele. Oh no! This lover is way beyond Charming or Grey. In reality, this lover is the most terrifying being you’ve ever met. And what if, in spite of even that, you still can’t resist him?

 

When I first started writing the story of the Chapel House Guardian, it really was just a short story, an idea about the perfect imaginary lover gone horribly wrong. But after three different incarnations, shared in two different writing groups, I realized there was way more to this Guardian and to those he seduced than what could be contained in one short story. In fact, I soon discovered it would take something more than a human to thwart the seduction of the Guardian. 94k words and In The Flesh later, I discovered that even then, Susan and Michael, and the Guardian’ strange story wasn’t finished. I’m now writing the sequel, Blind- Sided. Both books are a part of something even bigger still, the Medusa’s Consortium Series. You’ll be hearing more about that later. In the meantime, enjoy the excerpt and don’t forget to comment for a chance to win the giveaway.

 

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In The Flesh Blurb:

When Susan Innes comes to visit her friend, Annie Rivers, in Chapel House, the deconsecrated church that Annie is renovating into a home, she discovers her outgoing friend changed, reclusive, secretive, and completely enthralled by a mysterious lover, whose presence is always felt, but never seen, a lover whom she claims is god. As her holiday turns into a nightmare, Susan must come to grips with the fact that her friend’s lover is neither imaginary nor is he human, and even worse, he’s turned his wandering eye on Susan, and he won’t be denied his prize. If Susan is to fight an inhuman stalker intent on having her as his own, she’ll need a little inhuman help.

 

 

EXCERPT: In the Flesh: Sex with an Angel:

I stretched up just enough to brush his lips with mine. My nipples grazed his chest, warm and still bare from his own shower. The tingle of flesh against flesh coursed through me. Michael wasn’t in my head, wasn’t in my imagination. I could see firelight dancing over the rise and fall of a masculine landscape. I could smell him, the clean shower scent mingling with the tang of body heat. I could smell the ozone and musk of his arousal, could almost taste the yeasty humid spiking of his desire at the back of my tongue. I nearly wept with the solid muscle and bone feel of him—the bulging of a bicep as he lifted his hand to curl fingers in my wet hair, the tensing of his thighs as he shifted beneath me, the straining against the soft denim of his jeans—the very solid promise that his need was at least as great as my own.

His mouth was both hard and soft, yielding to mine, intuiting my every move, tongue and lips, teeth and jaw. Was it because he was an angel, I wondered? My insides knotted at the thought, ice blooming next to fire. Did he also have some way of manipulating my needs, kindling my lust until I felt like I would burn if I didn’t get relief? Did he also have some sinister purpose hidden from me? Had I not looked up at the cold stone of his image just before I was attacked?

As though he read my thoughts, he tightened his fist in my hair and bit my lip, making me shudder with as much pleasure as pain. Then he raked his teeth down over my jaw to kiss and nuzzle my nape. There, against the hammering of my pulse, he whispered, “there’s nothing supernatural happening here, Susan. I’m flesh and bone, just like you.”

He trapped my palm low on his belly, and his gaze locked on mine as he guided my hand down inside his waistband, sucking a harsh breath as I wriggled and twisted my fingers until I found him, deliciously commando. He was heavy and warm and smooth against my touch, like steel sheathed in silk.

Impatient as I was, I tore open his fly with an awkwardness worthy of a teenager, causing him to flinch and grind and lift his hips toward me, as though that might ease my clumsiness, as though that might end his denim imprisonment more quickly. And when he was free in my hand, he bucked upward, nearly landing me on the floor in his efforts to get his jeans down over his arse and kick them aside. Then, one hand still fisted in my hair as though he feared I might try to stop his mouth from gorging on mine, he tossed the forgotten towel across the room, cupped my buttocks and stood.

I gave a little yelp of surprise and wrapped my arms and legs around his body, now as naked as my own. It was only a couple of steps to the bed, and he lowered me onto it with incredible control, still strategically positioned between my thighs with me grinding and shifting in a battle to get him where I needed him most. But he resisted, holding me completely and totally at his mercy. He nibbled the hollow of my throat as though there was no hurry, as though he could take all of eternity to explore my body, and he absolutely would if he decided to. He cupped and kneaded each of my breasts in turn, stroking and tweaking until my nipples peaked and ached and tingled.

Ignoring my squirming, what little I could manage from beneath him, embraced and held captive as I was, he slid a splayed hand down my belly and in between us, opening me with thick, calloused fingers, finding my need, stoking the flames, teasing me. In desperation, I reached for his erection, but he slapped my hand away and nipped my throat. “Be patient, Susan. I’m not about to mount you like an animal in rut. I understand flesh and blood, the drive of its life force. And,” he dropped a kiss onto my sternum, “I understand the deceit of divinity to which we’re all vulnerable.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care, goddamnit.” My voice was rough and barely audible, my throat was dry and achy as my mouth formed the words, breathing them almost soundlessly into his mouth. “I’ve been waiting, needing, wanting since I got to Chapel House. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

And just when I was certain I’d go insane if I couldn’t get him inside me, just when I’d all but clawed a raw strip down his back and buttocks in an effort to get him where I needed him, he pulled away, rose up on his knees and looked down at me, breathing like he’d been running hard. “I don’t have to control your mind to pleasure your flesh. Say you want me, Susan, and I’ll know if you’re lying. I won’t take you until it’s me that you want, and not him.”

“Bloody hell,” I gasped, writhing beneath him like a python over a flame. “I want you, Michael, you fucking know that I want you. Please, don’t make me wait.”

And he didn’t.

 

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About K D Grace

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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