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Resisting the Bad Bay (Nice Girl to Love Book #1) by Violet Duke – Promo/Excerpt/Giveaway

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RESISTING THE BAD BOY  Blurb: 

Abby Bartlett is the quintessential nice girl. Between teaching, volunteering, completing her PhD, and helping her best friend raise his daughter, Abby never gets the chance to be anything but nice. That is, until the all-wrong-for-her man she’s only ever known from afar starts daring her to simply take that chance for herself.  His sage advice?  Try something wild and fast.

Preferably him.

An unbridled, hotshot attorney with a not-so-little black book, Connor Sullivan has earned himself quite the bad boy reputation.  But in his defense, he’s a very conscientious one. He knows far too well that sometimes in life, love isn’t enough…or worse, not even a factor at all.  To avoid that misery—and repel the drama—Connor always makes his one and only rule crystal clear right from the start.  Absolutely nothing more than a month.

Turns out, a whole lot can happen in one month.

EXCERPT:

“Why you little—”

Connor launched at Abby as she shrieked out in laughter and tried ducking around him to make for the door.  Snatching her around the waist, he hoisted her cackling body over his shoulder and upended her back onto the bed.  “You set me up.”

Now unliddable, her giggles effervesced, giving zero credence to her perfectly scandalized denials.  He trapped her under him and buried his grin against the curve of her neck, feeling disproportionately victorious at the gasp she couldn’t contain when he skimmed his lips over her collarbone.

The woman was getting to him.  This time, when his lips found her soft skin again, it was with purpose.  “You planted that wicked little bag-o-fun there for me to find, admit it.”

She gave an Oscar-worthy gasp at the accusation. “What?  What possible reason would I have had to do that?”

“To drive me up the wall?  Send me bursting through my zipper?”  He nipped at her earlobe playfully.  “Though I guess I should be flattered to be the reason you bought all that stuff.”

The cutest derisive snort he’d ever heard shot out of her like a torpedo with impeccable aim.  “Breaking news, Connor: scientists have in fact discovered that the earth doesn’t revolve around you.  Women buy toys for themselves all the time.”

He nearly bit off his tongue to avoid even thinking about Abby having any sort of toy-based fun.  “I still call foul.  When you and I agreed to this who’ll-beg-first stint, you didn’t say you’d be weaponizing your attacks.”

“Weapons?”  She blinked innocently.  “You make them sound so sinister.  I’d say they’re more like…private tools.  Survival tools, if you will.  For my time here.  Naturally, you were never meant to see them.”

Bull.  Next, you’ll tell me the snowflake masquerading as underwear in that bag is worn strictly for comfort.  Hell, I’ve seen more fabric on the teeny doilies in Skylar’s toy tea sets—”

“Aw, I remember those,” she cut in softly with a smile.  “She used to go on and on about how her ‘bestest Uncle Connor’ hosted the fanciest dress-up tea parties.”

“I wore suits,” he clarified gruffly, “and don’t change the subject.  Why buy sexy lingerie if not to have them be seen?”

By me.  He didn’t have to say it out loud, they were both thinking it.  And his ego was celebrating it. 

“Easy access,” she eventually answered, straight-faced.

His imagination went nuts.  Picturing Abby wearing the microscopic scrap of white lace he saw earlier for private ‘easy access’ unhinged him.  He shackled her wrists above her head with one hand and began tickling her ribs.  “Another foul.”

“Stop!” she screeched and dissolved into a breathless puddle of mirth.  “Okay, I admit it!  It was a dirty, dirty foul on my part.  You should definitely take a free throw shot.”

He paused, wondering where she was going with this.

She pointed to the trash can.  “There’s the basket; my new panties can be the ball…since yours are clearly in a twist.”

Incredulous, he dialed up the tickle torture to merciless.

Her squealing ‘I-take-it-backs’ became unintelligible as she wriggled and squirmed and bucked until soon, he was fairly certain he was suffering more than she was.

Breathing hard, he released her wrists and rolled onto his back beside her.  “You’re planning to drive me completely crazy these next few weeks, aren’t you?”

Limbs all akimbo, head dangling off the bed, she heaved between breaths, “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

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VIOLET DUKE is the pen name for Nina Nakayama, former professor of English Education turned author who now spends her days on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romance. When she’s not catering to the whims of her story characters or feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, she enjoys randomly rearranging the furniture in her house, tackling reno projects with her power tools, cooking ‘special edition’ dishes that laugh in the face of recipes, and trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first. Nina lives in Hawai‘i with her two cute kids and similarly adorable husband. Learn more about her and her books at http://www.violetduke.com.

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Bound (The Holiday Doms Collection) by Bonnie Bliss – Promo Blitz

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Bonnie will be giving away  Grand Prize: Signed Paperback copy, Custom made, swarovski crystal bookmark with glass pendant book cover image, three buttons, keychain. (Image attached)  Second Prize: Two bookmarks (image attached) an eBook copy of any one of her books.  Rafflecopter link is at the end of the post.  Good Luck!
Bound  Blurb:  A single woman with a sexual longing and two homecoming marines.
The 4th of July and a long due homecoming sees Brad Cooper and his Marine buddy Kenny Curtis return. Millie Newton has always loved Brad, but was crushed when he enlisted. Now he’s back and she has no intention of letting him go without showing her true feelings. The block party provides the opportunity as this surprise threesome find themselves providing the fireworks in this hot BDSM story.
A hot nurse, a handsome fireman.
Halloween is here and it’s a stressful weekend for Fireman Tom Newton. With the promise of a Halloween Play Party things seem to be picking up. Lucy, an overworked nurse is ready for some time off. She steps into a mess when her best friend, Millie gets them invites to Robert’s Halloween Play Party. Tom and Lucy both have desires on each other but neither are aware. Can Robert and Millie bring this destined couple together and will it run smoothly. Will true love blossom, will the Master get his slave?”
A lost memory and a harbored secret; can bondage find true love.
Wounded and depressed, lying in a hospital, Kenny Curtis has given up on ever finding happiness. Sacrificing a threesome lifestyle with his best friend Brad and Millie so they can be together, Kenny is now alone at Christmas. Lindsey has needs of her own, a sub, a slave, she wants what Kenny has to offer. However an incident in their past threatens to spoil everything. Can the spirit of Christmas pull them together long enough for them to see that they belong as one? Or will Lindsey desert and ruin her best chance?
**Note: This title contains adult content and should not be read by readers under the age of 18. The titles in his bundle have been previously released as Bondage on the 4th of July, Halloween Submission, and A Slave for Christmas. The entire series has been reedited for rerelease. You can still purchase these titles individually.**
BOUND EXCERPT:

Tom took hold of her soft hand, her fingers wrapped gently in his palm. He flicked the light on and carefully led her down the stairs. There was warmth about her. Something made him feel good inside as he reached the bottom. The room lights flickered on. Tom couldn’t help but grin at the dungeon. The black couch rested against the back wall. A large fridge stood a couple of feet to its left.

“Shall we sit a while?” Tom asked her.

“Yes, I need to rest a little.”

“Make yourself comfortable, can I get you another drink of water?”

“Please.”

“Call me Sir.”

“Please, Sir.” Tom walked to the fridge and pulled out a cold bottle and twisted the cap. He returned to the couch. His heart started to pump faster. The sight of his new kitten friend aroused him. She was gorgeous. The scent flowing from her body seemed to target his nostrils. He felt almost faint as he sat beside her. She had a spell on him.

“Sit on my lap, kitty cat.” He patted his thigh and watched as she shuffled across. Her body was light, her flesh warm. He rested his hand on her back and looked at her. There was a distinct sense that he had met her before. She knew him. That was certain. The bottle came up and he put it to her lips.

“Sip. You’ve just downed a whole bottle.” She emptied a quarter of the bottle in a few seconds, sipping it. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” The smile almost melted his heart. Then she lowered her eyes, taking the submissive pose.

“Have you and I done a scene before?”

“Not that I’m aware, Sir.”

Her ass pressed down on his groin, Tom could feel himself stiffening against her buttocks.

“So, do you always get distracted when a Dom spanks you?”

“I’m sorry Sir, I don’t understand.”

“All the time the Dom spanked you, you looked at me. Or at least you kept looking my way.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Is your ass sore?”

“A little. Yes, Sir.”

Tom smiled as she took another sip. It was obvious she had plenty of expertise at being a submissive. It came naturally. The way she called him ‘Sir’ after every sentence; the way she sat with her submissive posture. Tom glanced over at the far wall, completely mirrored. He watched her, watched her responses.

“Stand up, bend over, place your hands on your knees, and face the mirror.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Tom took the bottle from her and placed it on the floor. She got up. He admired her figure, the sexy cat costume. Stockings turned him on and she made him wet. The strain was intense. His cock felt imprisoned in the tight leather.

Leaning forward, following exactly the orders he gave, she presented herself to him. Tom sat a moment, looking, not touching.

“You have a pretty ass, kitty cat. It’s nice and rosy.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Tom sat up and leaned, reaching out. Slowly he slipped his fingers under the rim of her shorts and pulled them. Her soft smooth buttocks were exposed. The red tinge clearly ached as she flinched slightly. Tom pulled the shorts down all the way to her shoes, leaving them puddled at her feet.

“Step out of your shorts and spread your feet for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” No sooner had he said it and it was done.

“Have you got limits?”

“What do you mean?”

“Pain thresholds. Do you like pain?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How about anal?”

“Yes, Sir. I love anal.” The more she spoke, the more he dripped pre-cum. He would have to move soon.

“Would you like my cock in your anus, kitty cat?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Would you like my cock in your pussy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Author Bio:

Bonnie Bliss is not just a willing submissive, but she is a wife and a mother. By day, she is a busy, stay at home mother. At night, she is a sultry storyteller. Her tastes go towards the dark and the extreme. She loves to twist up fairy tales and sweet stories we all know and love. Her lust for Dominance and submission has taken her into the dark inner workings of Sadomasochism.
Bonnie is a native of Southern California, and says that everything in the Katy Perry song, California Girls is totally accurate. She has done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—including as a Disney Princess. When she’s not writing, she is ordering too many custom bows for her daughter, baking the best cupcakes in the world, going to Disneyland, laying on a beach, and sometimes playing hockey for release.

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Heels & Heroes by Tiffany Allee – Review/Giveaway

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Title: Heels and Heroes

Author: Tiffany Allee

Genre: Superhero Romance, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Decadent

Format: Ebook

Length: 27,000 words | 79 Pages

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Book Description:

Brenda is a second-rate superhero, normally more concerned with uniform fashion than defeating bad guys. But when a violent, new super villain declares war against her city, she suddenly finds her specialized power to deafen sound in high demand.

As if facing the destructive force of a new enemy isn’t bad enough, she finds herself paired with the powerful, yet emotionally distant, Justice. Forced to work at the side of the only man who gets her heart pounding, Brenda is not only in danger of losing her life in battle, but also her heart to a man who might not be able to love her back.

Excerpt:

“You think only some superheroes are real?” he asked, shock rushing through him.

“Justice,” she said, after glancing around to make sure they were alone. “There is a difference between real superheroes like you who have the power to save people from villains on a regular basis and people like me. My powers, such as they are, don’t make me any different from Maria and other normal people. Yours do.”

“You think it’s the powers that separate us?” Before he realized what he was doing, he was up from his chair and standing only inches from her. Her face was turned away, and she had to look at him so he could make her understand. He touched her soft skin with his fingertips, tipping her chin up. A scowl cut across her full mouth at his touch, but she didn’t move away.

“Isn’t it?” Her voice was soft, caressing.

It took a moment for him to remember what they were talking about.

“It’s not our powers that separate us—make us heroes. Yes, us,” he added as she started to shake her head. “It’s the willingness to put on the uniform. To face things that might be stronger than ourselves in order to save other people. And the lack of power you’re talking about?” Her skin brushed against his as he leaned in to whisper. “That lack of power is what makes you a real superhero, Brenda, because you’re willing to fight in spite of that fact.”

She turned her head, mouth parted to argue with him, to deny what he could so clearly see. Bringing his face down inches from hers, he grazed her jawline with his knuckles. She swayed toward him, gaze fixed on his mouth. She licked her lips, and the last bit of control he’d clung to broke.

Her lips were soft—so soft—and after a moment’s hesitation she kissed him back with a zeal he hadn’t expected. The sweet smell of strawberries filled his nose, and it occurred to him on some level that the intoxicating scent was probably her shampoo. He reached for her, touching her back with his hand, needing to get closer, to feel her body on his. She pressed against him eagerly, and her mouth opened. Soft and wet, her tongue caressed his.

Suddenly he couldn’t think about anything but her. The way she’d filled out her tight, little uniform. And the sexy confidence she donned with her conservative blouse and slacks. He hardened painfully in his uniform, and she moaned. The small sound made every muscle in his body tighten. He didn’t care that they were practically in public. He had to have her. Now.

Review:

All I can say is I want more, please.  Yes, please.  I’m begging.  Being a HUGE superhero fan and needing an Avengers fix, this book filled it for me.  I could write a separate blog about my favorite superheroes, The Avengers movie and individually ones, Old Batman movies vs. Christain Bale’s Batman, why I’m leery but excited about the new Superman and lastly, I really missed Tobie in the last Spiderman movie.  *sigh*  But I digress…

What first drew me to the book for review was the title.  Yes, the title…Heels & Heroes.  Then when I read the blurb, OMG, superheroes.  I’ve read some superhero books and unfortunately, they left me cold.  Heels & Heroes had humor, snappy dialogue and two people who very much-needed each other.  There was just enough world building in the story to keep you interested and your head not spinning.  The premise was simple, too which I liked.  Take one superhero who doesn’t think she’s all that super, a superhero that is a super and mix in a villain that was truly simple in nature but also awesome with his power and you get Heels & Heroes.

Brenda has grown up in a family of truly superheroes.  Always feeling like she was a disappointment to everyone around her, she retreats into her life but can’t get over how the leader of her group of supers gets her heart racing.  When her skill set is needed she has to work with Justin, her leader, she’s not sure that she is up to the task.  Justice (Justin) thinks she is and pushes her to realize that she is super and doesn’t need the headlines to make her that super.  Justice is only sure of one thing…being a superhero.  Women are a completely different thing for him as he hides behind his mask and doesn’t let people in…super or not.  What is it about Brenda that gets under his skin and want to protect her when she doesn’t need the protection?  The scenes had Brenda’s parents house were excellent and let’s not forget the smexiness either.  :)  Very well written and sigh worthy.

Again, I loved this book and I’m hoping that Ms. Allee has more stories for Brenda, Justice, Char and the rest of her superheroes.  I’d be first in line to snap them up.

About the Author: Tiffany Allee_BW

CPA-turned-romance-author Tiffany Allee used to battle spreadsheets in Corporate America, and now concentrates on her characters’ battles to find love. Raised in small-town Colorado, Tiffany currently lives in Phoenix, AZ, by way of Chicago and Denver. She is happily married to a secret romantic who tolerates her crazy mutterings.

She writes about ass-kicking heroines and the strong heroes who love them. Her work includes the suspense-driven From the Files of the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency series which revolves around a group of paranormal cops solving crimes and finding love, and Don’t Bite the Bridesmaid, a lighthearted paranormal romance (Entangled Publishing).

Tiffany has an MBA in accounting and nearly a decade of experience in corporate finance. All super useful stuff for a writer who spends far too much time trying to figure out fun ways to keep her characters apart, and interesting ways to kill people (for her books—of course!).

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Alpha Me Not (White Wolf #3) by Jianne Carlo – Book Blitz/Excerpt/Giveaway

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Prize is an eBook copy of “Alpha Me Not (White Wolf #3)”. Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Apr 2. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.  Rafflecopter Link is at the bottom of the post.  Good luck!

Alpha Me Not (White Wolf #3)

by Jianne Carlo

Contemporary Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Categories: Action/Adventure, Mystery/Thriller

Publisher: Loose-Id

Release Date: August 12, 2012

Heat Level: Sizzling

Length: 233 pages

 

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Blurb

Susie White wants no picket fences, no alpha, and no cubs. White wolf woman she may be, but no pack for her, no sireee. Alpha me not, that’s her motto. In all caps.

Mercenary and half-breed wolf Joe Huroq’s not looking for a mate. Stop and go screwing, that’s his motto. Hot and heavy between missions. Then he glimpses his new neighbor tanning nude and the situation explodes.

Literally. Susie’s house is consumed by fire. What’s Joe to do but offer Susie his hospitality?

Susie can’t resist the temptation of big, bad, mercenary, so she suggests a friends with benefits arrangement which he accepts with an amazing alacrity. The sex is frantic, hot, and frequent. Neither one can keep their hands off the other.

Then children go missing. The fire’s deemed arson. Bodies pile up. Susie refuses to accept Joe’s mate claim. Can he keep her safe when she won’t obey a single order?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

 

Alpha Me Not!

Genres: Erotic Paranormal Contemporary

Tag Line: Susie White’s motto is Alpha Me Not.  Mercenary wolf Joe Huroq lives for hot sex and no strings. They add up to the perfect affair, but murder changes everything.

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Excerpt -Alpha Me Not! –Adult:

She was alive.

If Joe hadn’t knocked on her door and bugged her into going out for dinner, she would’ve been in the cottage when it exploded.

She jerked to a sitting position. She could’ve died tonight. Kicked the bucket at the ripe old age of twenty-five.

Gone to her maker a freaking virgin. What the heck was she waiting for? What had she saved it for anyway? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had the opportunity to make love.

But like the rest of her dumb-ass virgin friends, she’d wanted it to be with someone special. Wanted it to mean something.

But that was before. Before she’d heard good ole Ken Laroque boasting to the entire community college football team that he’d nail her on graduation night. They’d been dating for two months, and she had been hopelessly enthralled with Kenny, fancied herself in love, and believed he felt the same way about her.

She snorted.

Pipe dreams.

Living in the small town of Chabegawn meant if you farted, everyone knew about the stinky air and discussed the intensity at length. So she’d bided her time, bearing the burden of her unwanted virginity until the day she’d left Chabegawn for good two weeks ago.

Susie tossed the covers and jumped off the bed. She paced a tight circle in front of the dresser.

No way would she die a virgin.

And it wasn’t as if she and Joe were going to be neighbors anymore. She glanced at the door. The dorm she’d stayed in was virtually empty, and the dorm master had told her that it would likely remain that way for the coming summer semester.

Joe had certainly indicated his interest in her.

And from the minute she’d set eyes on him—well, okay, from the second time she’d set eyes on him, he’d had her juices flowing.

One night.

She’d move out tomorrow, and they’d never have to see each other again.

Glancing down at the wifebeater she’d bought earlier, she debated changing. The skimpy tank showed enough skin to warrant a sexy label.

No.

No way was she going to overanalyze the situation. Lifting her chin, she marched to the door, yanked it open, and glided down the hallway.

His bedroom was on the other side of the kitchen; he’d gestured to it earlier. Her throat went dry when she passed the gas range. Her stomach did this clench-and-jerk spasm a few feet before the dark recesses of a door.

She stumbled and jammed a hand to the wall. Was she really going to do it?

Damn right, she was. No way was she dying a virgin.

The door wasn’t shut all the way. Holding her breath, she teased it open and waited for a death-defying squeak or a click or some other deafening noise in the dead silence. Not a spark of light lessened the ominous blackness of the room.

Gawd, she smelled him. Musk, spice, and sex.

On tiptoe she made her way to the bed.

“Want that brandy after all?” He switched on a lamp.

Refusing to look anywhere but straight into his eyes, she leaned forward and set her palm to his bunched forearm. “No lights.”

 

About the Author

My motto is simple: Alpha Me Please. While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are my forte, I go weak in the knees for warriors of any type, rebels, SEAls, Vikings, and bad-ass mercenaries.

Send me a man with an attitude and I’ll find the right woman to tame him. My writing career began in 2008, and since then I’ve been lucky enough to have over twenty books published. Most of my books are TOP PICKs and several have been nominated for and won awards and prizes.

Nothing makes my day more than an email from someone who’s read one of my books. So far, I’ve received emails from almost every continent on the planet. Almost…

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Fatal Promise – Kelly Gendron – Book Blitz/Giveaway

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Prize is a $15 Gift Card from winner’s choice of eBook retailer. Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Apr 1. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.  Rafflecopter link is at the bottom of the post.  Good luck!

Fatal Promise

by Kelly Gendron

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Release Date: February 26, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Length: 220 pages

Buy Links

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Blurb

When Rainey Ann McKenna’s dying husband asked her always to be there for his brother, Tex McCoy, she had no idea that five years later her promise would bring a murderer into her home. According to the conditions of his release, for the next three months Tex will be on house arrest. Obligated by a promise, Rainey Ann takes the gorgeous but dangerous felon in.

Tex McCoy may have gone to jail for murder, but after a decade of being incarcerated, he too is dead inside. Resurrecting any of Tex’s feelings—including the ones he once had for Rainey Ann McKenna—could be fatal. In jail, he fantasized about Rainey Ann. Behind steel bars it was acceptable to think of her in such a way, but in the real world, it’s dangerous.

Yet as desire awakens, Rainey Ann’s threat heightens. After years of being locked up, Tex is ready to reclaim some control, and his fantasy woman is only a touch away.

 

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including BDSM) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

 

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Excerpt #2 (Adult):
“Why spank me?” she interrogated, demanding an explanation.

“First. It’s a fitting punishment. Second, while you’re naked, tempting me with all your sweetness, you need to accept that I am the boss. Third,” he shrugged, “you’ll like it.”

“Sure.” She snorted in the most unladylike manner to all three explanations.

“Have you ever been put over a man’s knee and spanked? I mean…for pleasure?”

“No!” Shit! Why the hell, when he talks like that, do I get so damn wet!

The sneaky smile finally made it to his eyes. “Then you don’t know if you’d like it, do you?”

She chewed her lower lip. Contemplating? “What if I don’t take my punishment?”

“Simple. Then I won’t touch you again.”

“Ever?”

“Right. You’ve broken the rules twice. I don’t believe in three strikes. You know that, Rainey Ann.”

“Will it hurt?” The question fell from her mouth before she had a chance to stop it.

“Yes, but only in a good way.”

Gnawing her bottom lip, she wondered if she was actually considering it. Could it, or, moreover, would it, feel good to have his big, strong hand smacking me on the ass? Wetness spilled to her nether regions again at the thought. Hold up! He is planning to use his hand, right? Her eyes scampered around the room, stopping at the door. A belt hung from a hook. Perhaps I should ask him to clarify. She shot him a wary look.

He was intently watching her. “No.” He shook his head. “Not your first time.”

My first time? How about never? She gulped with the mental declaration.

“The pain I’ll give you will be a good one, a pleasurable one. It will not hurt,” he stressed.

“And that’s a promise?”

He offered a slow, reassuring nod. “You know the rules. You can stop me at any time. You control me, Rainey Ann. You determine how far I go.”

Another snort tickled her nose. I control him? Now that’s an absurd but tantalizing notion.

“You control what I can and can’t do to your body,” he clarified. He made it sound as though she wielded all of the power.

“But how can a punishment give me pleasure?”

“When you come over here and lie across my lap with your bare ass in the air and ask me to spank you—”

“Ask? You want me to ask you to…uh…to…” she stammered.

“Yes.” He leaned toward her. “You’ll ask me,” he said, emphasizing the condition. “You may control me, but at the same time, you will give me what I want most.”

“And that is?”

“Why, your sweet surrender, Rainey Ann. I want to take you beyond a place you fear.” He sank back into the footboard. “Now, enough talk. Make a decision. Either you walk out the door, fully aware of the penalty if you decide not to take the punishment, or you come over here and resume the position to accept it.”

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Harlie is giving away a copy (in your choice of format) of The Couple.  Please leave a comment and email address to win.  All this week, I will be sharing snippets of two WIP’s that I have going.  One is for my editor pitch at my chapter’s writer’s conference and the second one is for a contest.  Try to guess the contest and I will throw in a $5 GC.  So basically there are two contests for my blog.  :)  Good luck.

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Coach Taylor!Coach Taylor would like to take this time and thank everyone for participating in the blog hop (of course, he still doesn’t understand a blog hop but he understands winning).  Without further ado….

The Winner of the contest guessing and the $5 GC is Catherine Lee!!!!  Which by the way is the Harlequin Blaze writing contest.  :)  You were sooooo close Catherine!  I should find out in July.  *fingers crossed*

The Winner of a copy of The Couple is bluebirdsub24@….

Emails have been sent out and again….thank you so much for stopping by and reading my two WIP’s.  If you want to see who the Grand Prize winners are the link is above.  :)

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The Romance Troupe Blog Hop-Day 5 PG-13-rated Excerpt and the final clue as to what contest this story is going to!

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Harlie is giving away a copy (in your choice of format) of The Couple.  Please leave a comment and email address to win.  All this week, I will be sharing snippets of two WIP’s that I have going.  One is for my editor pitch at my chapter’s writer’s conference and the second one is for a contest.  Try to guess the contest and I will throw in a $5 GC.  So basically there are two contests for my blog.  :)  Good luck.

A little bit about the Romance Troupe.  Krystal Shannon thought it would be a great idea to form a group of writers, published and unpublished, to help each other, push each other and form a band of ladies that will take over the world.  Here’s a list of the fabulous ladies that I’m with now:  Krystal Shannon, April London, Liberty Ann Ireland, Angela Rose, Susan D. Taylor, Lynn Myshe Joseph, Natalie Gibson, Lynda Kaye Frazier, Susan B. Anna, Jinni James, Kerry Adrenne, Dariel Raye and Suzan Tisdale.  At the bottom of the post is the link to visit the participating authors and their posts.  Happy reading!

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Good Enough for Him (working title) Excerpt PG-13:

Please forgive NOT EDITED

With a gleam in his eye, he took her hand and led her to his bedroom.  Once they reached the bedroom, Noah didn’t turn on a light, the small light from the bathroom was enough.  He turned around and looked at Kate and saw the self-doubt hanging there in the air.  He knew that she was self-conscience about her body and how she looked but to him, she was the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.  She had filled out in all the right places and could now finally appreciate it as a man, not a boy.

He would take his time with her, no matter the effect it had on him and his body.  She deserved to be worshipped and he planned on worshipping it all night long.  Kate looked at Noah and all of her self doubts came to surface.  As much as she wanted him, she was too wrapped up in her body image and what he would think about it.  One touch was all it took for her doubting to go away.  He slowly untucked her blouse and lifted it above her head and throws it on the chair by the window.  The task done, Noah reached out and with the lightest touch, slowly trailed his fingers from her neck to her waist.  Going back up over her stomach and then over her breast and stopped at the top of her bra.  He then outlined her bra with his fingertips and found her nipples.  He slowly, very slowly caressed them ever so lightly until they budded.

Noah could feel Kate fighting the sensation and failing.  He also heard the soft gasp and then moan coming from her throat and saw her open her eyes with the deepest desire he had ever seen in a woman.  He trailed his fingers from the bottom of her bra to her waist and slowly turned her around and unhooked her bra and let the straps fall off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground.  He turned her around and began the slowly torture again.  Kate arched back from the sensation and realized that his mouth needed to be there instead.  She took his head and brought it to her breasts and watched him smile.  With a flick of his tongue, she nearly came undone.  Noah was in no hurry with her and told her so.  He reached around her and unzipped her skirt and let that fall to her feet.  He helped her step out of it and her shoes.

What he didn’t realize was that Kate was wearing thigh high hose and skimpy bikini panties.  Again, Noah thought, why did she have any doubt about her body?  She was beautiful, curvy and a woman.  Noah traced his fingertips again down from her stomach to the top of panties and listened as Kate hitched her breath and let out a soft moan, almost a plea.  That sound was nearly his undoing.  He traced the outline of her panties and reached around and traced her butt.

Lord, what a butt it was, round and curvy.  Supple and soft, like a baby’s bottom.  Kate could feel the heat building in her and realized that Noah was still dressed.  Kate looked at Noah and started kissing him and at the same time untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head and threw it over to the chair with her blouse.  With the lightest touch, she began kissing him from the jaw and down his chest to his stomach.  Noah felt himself hitch and gasp for air with Kate’s kisses.  No one had ever done that to him and nearly made him come.  He realized that this was important to Kate and just let the sensations come to him.  She found his belt and unbuckled it.  Noah did her the favor and took his shoes off and toed his socks off.  As Kate slowly took his pants off, she bent to her knees and left feather soft kisses on his waist and worked her way down.

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The Romance Troupe Blog Hop-Day 4 New Excerpt

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Harlie is giving away a copy (in your choice of format) of The Couple.  Please leave a comment and email address to win.  All this week, I will be sharing snippets of two WIP’s that I have going.  One is for my editor pitch at my chapter’s writer’s conference and the second one is for a contest.  Try to guess the contest and I will throw in a $5 GC.  So basically there are two contests for my blog.  :)  Good luck.

A little bit about the Romance Troupe.  Krystal Shannon thought it would be a great idea to form a group of writers, published and unpublished, to help each other, push each other and form a band of ladies that will take over the world.  Here’s a list of the fabulous ladies that I’m with now:  Krystal Shannon, April London, Liberty Ann Ireland, Angela Rose, Susan D. Taylor, Lynn Myshe Joseph, Natalie Gibson, Lynda Kaye Frazier, Susan B. Anna, Jinni James, Kerry Adrenne, Dariel Raye and Suzan Tisdale.  At the bottom of the post is the link to visit the participating authors and their posts.  Happy reading!

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Waiting on Sunday Excerpt:

Please forgive NOT EDITED

“Forrest, I’m sorry,” said Donna.  “I’ll help you clean it up.”

“No worries.  What are you doing here?”

Walking past Forrest, Donna walked into the kitchen and looked around for a mop, towel or anything to clean up the mess.  Not finding what she needed, she turned around and ran into a wall of hard man and literally bounced back on her heels.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  Donna definitely grew into a woman.  She still had her auburn hair but it was cut short and flirty.  Big hazel eyes still mesmerized him and she was has headstrong as she was growing up.  Without a second to think, he grabbed her left wrist and pulled her back to his chest.  Her body molded into his and for a brief second, he lost all sensibility and rational.  What he wouldn’t give to touch her all over and feel the curves that had transformed her from girl to woman.

“What are you doing here?” Forrest asked.

“Well, hello to you too Forrest and an ‘I’m so sorry about your Uncle Jack’ would have been nice.  Not the surly snarl I just got.  You can let me go now.”

“Again…why are you here?”

“I thought I would come help you this morning.”

“Seriously, you, help me?  This isn’t City Slickers, sweetheart.”

“Too bad, Forrest.  I need to do this and to see his patients.  If not with you, then I’ll go on my own.  So what will it be?  Alone or with me?”

Damn, she looked good and she still gave as good as she got.  Grudgingly, he let go of her wrist.  He mourned the loss.

“Fine but I’m driving.”

***

After cleaning up the spilled coffee and broken coffee cup, they headed to Forrest’s truck.

My, my did Donna fill out a pair of jeans.  Watching her walk out the house and towards his truck, all he could think about was her butt in those jeans.  Donna was curvy, but had the tiniest waist.  Those jeans of hers cupped her backside like kid gloves and slung low on her hips.  Forrest loved a woman in a well-worn pair of jeans, and Donna’s were faded at the knees, and was that a rip on one of the back pockets?  Was she wearing cowboy boots on her feet?  Donna turned around and leaned against the truck door, his mouth went dry.  Was that a bellybutton ring dangling from her navel?  Damn, Donna was not the same person that left fifteen years ago.  She intrigued him more and more.

“Hey, we’re burning daylight.  Hurry it up.”

“Why are you so hell bent on doing this?”

“Because I need the closure, Forrest.  Can we just go now?”

“Why the rush?”

“Because when we are done, I have to go to the funeral home with my cousins.”

Like it?  I hope so because this is what I’m pitching in less than two weeks.  If I sell Forrest’s and Donna’s story, Kevin’s story is next…

The Romance Troupe Blog Hop-Day 3

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Harlie is giving away a copy (in your choice of format) of The Couple.  Please leave a comment and email address to win.  All this week, I will be sharing snippets of two WIP’s that I have going.  One is for my editor pitch at my chapter’s writer’s conference and the second one is for a contest.  Try to guess the contest and I will throw in a $5 GC.  So basically there are two contests for my blog.  :)  Good luck.

A little bit about the Romance Troupe.  Krystal Shannon thought it would be a great idea to form a group of writers, published and unpublished, to help each other, push each other and form a band of ladies that will take over the world.  Here’s a list of the fabulous ladies that I’m with now:  Krystal Shannon, April London, Liberty Ann Ireland, Angela Rose, Susan D. Taylor, Lynn Myshe Joseph, Natalie Gibson, Lynda Kaye Frazier, Susan B. Anna, Jinni James, Kerry Adrenne, Dariel Raye and Suzan Tisdale.  At the bottom of the post is the link to visit the participating authors and their posts.  Happy reading!

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Good Enough for Him (working title) Excerpt:

Please forgive NOT EDITED

Finishing up watering her garden and drinking the last of her beer, Kate went inside to wash up.  Still staring at her on the bar was the dreaded invitation.  She opened it up and began to read:

Welcome Back Cougar Class of ‘98

Ready to step back in time?

Where were you 15 years ago?  Come back to the reunion and find out.

Date:     Saturday, September 24, 2013

Kate didn’t get any further on the invitation.  She froze and realized that it was only a month away.  What was she going to do?  As if Fate already had plans for her, the phone was ringing.

“Hello?”

“Kate, are you going?  You know he’s going to be there.  What are you wearing?  Are you bringing anyone?  Of course not because he’s going to be there.”

“Whoa!  Slow down Beth.  Take a deep breath and stop talking for once.”

Kate knew this conversation was going to happen but she wished it were later, not sooner.  What was she going to say to her best friend since 7th grade?  You would think that as a grown woman she’d be able to handle going back to her reunion but for some reason, this reunion was hard.  She was still single with no man in sight.  Sigh…back to Beth and her ramblings.

“Kate?  Kate, are you there?”

“Yes and before you start again; yes, I’m going and no, I don’t care that Noah is going to be there.  By the way, he should since he was class president.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not a liar.  Noah was a teenage crush, nothing more.”

“I still say that you are a liar.  Come on Kate fess up.  You’re still in love with him and always will be.”

“Whatever.  Can we please drop the subject?  I’ve had a really crappy day and I was just about to go to bed and read.”

“Okay, I’ll drop it for now but I still think you’re lying,” laughed Beth.

“Bye, Beth.”

“Later, Kate.”

Damn, I hated when she was right about Noah.  Beth and Noah have been friends since the cradle and I met both of them in the 7th grade.  Beth and I became best friends within five minutes of meeting each other and I fell in love with Noah the second day of school.  While the years dwindled by and I dated a few boys and he dated a few girls, my heart always belonged to Noah.

***

The next morning Kate was sipping her coffee and checking her emails, when an IM came in from Alex.  Good Lord!  Don’t people ever sleep anymore?  Clicking on it, she smiled.   Alec was a good friend.  One of the few friends that she kept up with after high school, kinda of hard not to, since their brothers were best friends.

@Baseball25 “Morning sunshine.  Going to the reunion?”

@Hockey25  “Don’t you sleep?”

@Baseball25  “LOL!  Well, are you?”

@Hockey25  “Not sure.  Why go thru the torture again?”

@Baseball25  “Come on.  People grow up.  It will be fun.”

@Hockey25  “Doubtful.”

@Baseball25  “Free beer and I know how you like free beer.”

@Hockey25  “Tempting but don’t know yet.”

@Baseball25  “Please?  I’m begging.”

@Hockey25  “I’ll think about it.  Must go.  Some people work for a living.”

@Baseball25  “Not funny.  Talk to you later, sunshine.”

Alex always knew how to make her laugh.  Even if it was at 5:30 in the morning.  Ugh!  Reunion this, reunion that.  I’m tired of hearing about it already and it’s still a month away.   Well, time to get ready for work.  Shutting down her laptop, Kate went to the kitchen and poured a second cup of coffee and headed towards the bathroom.

***

Across town, Noah had just come in from his morning run.  Picking up the invitation again, it singed his fingers.  As class president he had to go and he really wanted to go but what if she doesn’t show?  He planned this reunion down to the finest detail with her in mind.  Football game on Friday, picnic at the old hangout and dance at the same hotel that prom was held so long ago.  Damn!  How was he going to find out if she was even thinking about it or even got the invitation?  Wait, I know.  Beth…she knew everything and still kept in touch with her.  At least, he hoped she did.  Noah still kept in touch with Beth through email and IM.  Looking at the kitchen clock he realized that he was going to be late for work.  He would IM Beth later.  Thinking about Kate would prove harder to worry about later.

Did you like it?  Hate it?  What’s the contest story and NO its not for a RWA sponsored contest.  :)

The Romance Troupe Blog Hop-Day 2

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Harlie is giving away a copy (in your choice of format) of The Couple.  Please leave a comment and email address to win.  All this week, I will be sharing snippets of two WIP’s that I have going.  One is for my editor pitch at my chapter’s writer’s conference and the second one is for a contest.  Try to guess the contest and I will throw in a $5 GC.  So basically there are two contests for my blog.  :)  Good luck.

A little bit about the Romance Troupe.  Krystal Shannon thought it would be a great idea to form a group of writers, published and unpublished, to help each other, push each other and form a band of ladies that will take over the world.  Here’s a list of the fabulous ladies that I’m with now:  Krystal Shannon, April London, Liberty Ann Ireland, Angela Rose, Susan D. Taylor, Lynn Myshe Joseph, Natalie Gibson, Lynda Kaye Frazier, Susan B. Anna, Jinni James, Kerry Adrenne, Dariel Raye and Suzan Tisdale.  At the bottom of the post is the link to visit the participating authors and their posts.  Happy reading!

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Waiting on Sunday Excerpt:

Please forgive NOT EDITED

Prologue-Waiting on Friday Night

Jack Moore finally decided that enough was enough.  His old body just couldn’t take it anymore.  Cancer had finally taken a toll on him and God decided that it was time.  He knew in his mind that it was time, too.  He would see his parents and his beloved wife, Linda after ten long years.

Jack’s veterinarian practice was successful and he knew that Kevin McCloud would take care of his patients.  Inviting Kevin to intern with him had been the best decision he made, and he knew that Kevin would do well for himself and deliver the best care to the county.  Kevin was a fine veterinarian and an even better surgical vet than Jack.  Kevin was young and enthusiastic about animals and it helped that he was up on the new surgical procedures.  Kevin would also continue doing rounds to the outlaying ranches and farms that couldn’t get into town for their routine veterinarian care.  Now what about Forrest?

Forrest Danielson grew up to be a fine young man.  Steadfast, loyal and willing to lend a hand to anyone that needed it.  Forrest was also his friend.  When Jack got sick, Forrest continued to go on rounds with Kevin and lend a hand.  Whatever the farmer or rancher needed, Forrest personally would deliver it that day.  He was the unofficial third in the practice.  With his co-ownership of the feed store with his father, Jack knew Forrest would be okay.  What worried Jack was Forrest’s personal life.  Jack had seen Forrest through his marriage, his divorce, and then discovered Forrest wanted a woman that would love him and the town in which he grew up.

Jack knew just the woman for him but Forrest had been too blind to see that his niece, Donna, was that woman.  Donna had been in love with Forrest since they were teenagers.  When Jack got sick, he decided to make Donna his estate beneficiary instead of his three grown children.  He knew it was for the best for everyone involved.  Playing matchmaker from the grave wasn’t going to be easy but Jack knew that Forrest and Donna would find their way towards each other.

Like it?  I hope so because this is what I’m pitching in less than two weeks.  If I sell Forrest’s and Donna’s story, Kevin’s story is next…

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