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A post from Harlie’s Books!

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On Harlie’s Books, I have the wonderful Babs Hightower and Barb Drozdowich today.  I have reviewed some self help books that they have written that every author, newbie or seasoned should read.


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Review & Giveaway of Sam B. Morgan’s Slow Burn

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Detective Douglas Brody has only ever known the life of a cop. Raised strict but fair by his police chief father, he joined the academy right out of school, climbed the ranks hard and fast, and now works homicide for the City of Charleston.  The job is his entire life. For years it’s kept him happy enough to minimize the side of him that craves what he believes is wrong. When an accident on the job puts him temporarily off duty, everything in Brody’s world changes. He has to prove himself once more to be best cop in the department, all while dealing with Zack – his persistent, sexy, and out of the closet physical therapist.
Zack is big grins, floppy hair and tackles his job with the same full-blown enthusiasm he does everything else. When the “patient from hell” is thrown his way by another PT who can’t handle him, Zack is committed to achieving the impossible.  His new patient is a head strong and hot as hell homicide detective, who oozes as much resentment as he does sex appeal. Any involvement with a patient, never mind a man who is so deep in the closet he can’t see light,  is something Zack swore he’d never do again.
But Brody slowly proves too much to resist…
He could work out a resting heart rate from this, listening to the strong thumps, quickly glancing down at his watch. Decent. Resting below sixty. Brody was fit. A lot more fit than he gave himself credit for. The muscles in his chest were defined, and that didn’t come from police work. He had to work out regularly.
The meat of Zack’s hand rested on his broad chest, fingers moving on the swell of his pectorals as they rose and fell with each breath. The stir in his shorts brought him back front and center to the fact that this wasn’t the best idea. Leaning over his very attractive and touch-phobic patient. Even if all he intended to do was see if the man could lighten up. Maybe even laugh.
He wasn’t laughing now. When Zack lifted his eyes to Brody’s, he was hit with the full intensity of stormy gray. Not filled with amusement anymore but with something else.
It sent heat down Zack’s spine and into his shoes. He wasn’t even listening to the beats, just frozen in place with the buds in his ears, fingers still pressed to Brody’s chest as they stared at each other. The humor of the moment fell away as Brody continued to stare, arms still folded behind his head, mouth set into a straight line.
Zack straightened a tad too sharply and tucked the scope around his neck. Pulling his face into a rehearsed, easy smile, he hid the heat thrumming in his veins. “Yeah. You’ll live.” He started backing toward the door and gave a lame salute that made him want to cringe. God he was such a spaz. “I…I’ll see you next week.”
He rushed to exit stage left, narrowly missing the doorframe on the way out.
Zack could be downright pushy when he went into healthcare-professional mode. Brody wasn’t used to being told what to do. The small voice inside him that rejoiced in response was the one he hated most. He clenched his eyes shut and relaxed his leg.
“Good,” Zack said, his voice low as he focused.
He scooted himself up, knelt down, and hooked Brody’s knee over his arm, placing one hand at the back of his thigh, the other on the front. Brody tensed everywhere. He didn’t mean to, he probably shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it.
“Relax. Hey,” Zack said and didn’t say another word until Brody opened his eyes and met Zack’s gaze. “Relax. The cramp comes right back if you’re tense. Trust me.”
Brody nodded again because it was all he could manage. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Zack. Oddly enough, he did. But he didn’t trust himself. He didn’t like being in someone else’s hands—yet he did. He wasn’t comfortable with the vulnerability, but he was. And the position he was in was more than a tad suggestive. Except, of course, to someone like Zack. Zack, who only saw physiology, muscles, and ice packs. Cramps instead of sexual tension. Charlie horses instead of thighs.
“Good,” Zack repeated as Brody relaxed.
Brody focused on the trees to his left and tried not to think about the man between his legs or the hands all over him. It made him wonder about the next time he could get out of town.
“Is this helping?” Zack asked.
“Huh? Oh…yeah. Thanks,” Brody answered without looking at him.
Zack didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Didn’t seem to breathe.
Brody knew it was his way of making Brody either talk or look at him or pay attention. Drove him fucking nuts, but it worked. Brody turned his head to glare at Zack like a pissed-off delinquent, but when his eyes found Zack, Zack wasn’t looking back.
Zack’s gaze was somewhere below Brody’s waist, dragging along one thigh, then the other. His attention lingered there, and Brody felt it all the way through his skin. It wasn’t professional Zack checking out his alignment either. Far from.
Something different, something hungry flashed in the deep brown of Zack’s eyes. Brody felt a lick of pure heat drag up his spine and back down. Straight to his groin. He didn’t know what he did to make Zack meet his eyes. He didn’t flinch or gasp or do anything besides remain frozen in place. Still, Zack looked at him, his eyes weaving a tale that had nothing to do with physical therapy.
Grasping fingers, slick skin, entwined bodies, and the kind of intensity that hurt so good you’d want it again and again. It sparked between them and hung in the air, thicker than the midsummer humidity. Brody recognized the same lust that continued to torture him right there in Zack’s eyes.
 Confession time.  I don’t read straight M/M.  I will read it in a menage but there has to be a girl involved.  That said I took a chance with Slow Burn and I’m so glad that I did.  This is a beautifully written about a so closeted male that it was going to take someone like Zack, secure in his sexuality to bring Brody out.
One of things that stood out for me was the author was able to bring the attitude that Brody had with being a gay man on the police force.  It’s not something that is talked about or even accepted.  Again, written beautifully and made Brody that much more of an interesting character and why the totally resistance to Zack.  And that was another thing…Zack was patient with Brody.  They really got to know each other and the sexual build up was great in the end.  I also appreciated the fact that these two don’t have sex until much later in the book.  But lordy when they did…bring a fan, a toy, a water hose…something because I’m not used to M/M sex scenes but these were emotional and beautiful.
The one thing that really got my juices going was the suspense element in the book.  I’m a sucker for a romantic suspense and I really liked how the element was woven in and wrapped up.  Made sense to me and it was totally believable.  Plus, it was the catalyst that Brody needed to finally realize the lie that he was living.  Plus, this book wasn’t full of angst or someone/something trying to break them up.  It was truly a great romance book about two people falling in love.  One hotter than hell (Brody), uptight and soley focused on his job.  The other one, gay or not, you just wanted to be friends with and hang out with.
Again, I don’t read the genre but I will definitely read another book by the author.  The plot was realistic, the characters were easy to relate to and believable and come on…I’m a sucker for a romantic suspense regardless of the couple.  :)
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Sam B. Morgan writes contemporary gay romance with complex, complicated men. A love of travel means settings from small town South Carolina to Sydney, Australia serve not only as backdrops, but supporting characters in each and every book. Sam enjoys fast cars, slow Sunday mornings, hot coffee, and even hotter heroes.


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Coming Unbound by Lacey Savage – Review/Author Interview

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Ginny and Cole have struggled to connect intimately since before their marriage. When Cole suggests they surprise each other with the most sexually daring things they can dream up for their anniversary, Ginny reluctantly musters every ounce of courage she possesses to get nipple piercings.

Cole’s surprise?

He’s turned their suburban basement into a dungeon—and hired a sexy Dom to teach them the art of BDSM.

Desperately in love with his wife, Cole’s aware of sensitive sexual demons in Ginny’s past, and will try anything to beat them. Whips, toys, ménage play with the Dom…all these and more could help Ginny find pleasure, break through her issues.

Or, if they’re not careful, possibly just break Ginny.


By the time our third round of drinks arrived, we’d determined that I had no imagination of my own, which probably explained why I had chosen technical writing as a career.

We had also established that I’d never thought about dressing up as a naughty nurse or a strict schoolteacher or a sexy maid. I didn’t fantasize about being blindfolded or tickled with a feather or covered in chocolate sauce. I’d also never wanted to have sex in public or watch porn or pose for nude photos.

“Wow.” Donna twirled the stem of her martini glass between her fingers. “So what do you fantasize about?”

An image of a woman tied to a tree in a dark forest flashed through my head. It was brief and sudden, jolting me so I sat ramrod straight in my chair. “Nothing.”

She tilted her head at an angle and looked at me as if I’d just sprouted a third eyeball in the middle of my forehead. “Come on. You can’t be serious.”

I couldn’t hold her gaze anymore, so I looked past her right shoulder into the crowd. I used to have fantasies. Filthy ones that involved whips and pain and reddened flesh. But Ben had cured me of those long ago.

“There’s something wrong with me, isn’t there?” I was feeling more and more miserable with each passing second, and the cocktails weren’t helping. I huffed out a breath. “Listen, I like sex. It’s pleasurable and pleasant and nice.”

Donna’s laugh startled me. It went on and on. “Nice?” She gasped when she could finally catch her breath and dabbed a tear from the corner of her eye. “Sex is nice? No, no, no. A foot rub is nice. A perfect creme brûlée is nice. The sight of a sleeping kitten is nice. Sex is… It’s toe-curling, incredible, mind-blowing.”

I lifted an eyebrow. “Mind-blowing?”

She nodded. “If you’re doing it right.”

Clearly I’d been doing it wrong for a very long time. Was that my fault or Cole’s? I still had so many questions, and I was no closer to figuring out how to surprise my husband for our anniversary.

I stared down into my empty glass. “There aren’t enough drinks in the world for this.”

Welcome Lacey Savage! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

Hi Harlie! Thanks so much for having me here today.

I live in Ottawa, Canada, with my fabulous husband of 14 years and a cat who’s convinced he runs the place. (We don’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.) I’ve been published since 2003, and I currently write for Ellora’s Cave, Carina Press (under a different pen name), Changeling Press, Loose Id, and Amber Quill Press.

Is Coming Unbound a single title, or part of a series?

It’s a single title, but I’ve learned to never say never when it comes to possible sequels.

What were your inspirations for the story?

I had a flash of inspiration while lying in bed one morning. I imagined a married couple wanting to bring some heat back into their bedroom, and started to wonder how things could get complicated for them. I knew I had my story when I pictured the husband opening the door to what had previously been a run-of-the-mill suburban basement, and showing his wife the BDSM dungeon he’d had installed. Surprise!


Please share your setting for Coming Unbound. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?  

Coming Unbound is set in Chicago, with a detour in San Francisco. I visited Chicago last year for the Romantic Times Convention, and promptly fell in love with the city. There’s so much wonderful architecture, and so many things to see and do. I’ve never been to San Francisco, but I have a friend who adores the place, so I’m looking forward to taking a trip there sometime soon.


When did the writing bug first bite?

When I was in sixth grade, my parents and I moved to New York City from Romania. I was having trouble fitting in at school, but on a whim I entered a creative writing competition despite the fact that I barely spoke English. And let’s not talk about my grasp of English grammar or spelling, because both were pretty much non-existent at the time. So it wasn’t a surprise to me when my entry came back drowning in a sea of red pen. I don’t think there was one word the teacher didn’t have to correct. But what was surprising was the fact that despite all that, I actually won! Turns out my storytelling skills were much stronger than my grammar skills, and that’s what counted the most. Winning that competition gave me such a sense of accomplishment, and made me feel like I could follow my passion no matter what obstacles stood in my way.

Who are you favorite authors, book/series?

Oh boy, too many to count! I adore epic fantasy, so I’m a huge fan of George R.R. Martin’s A GAME OF THRONES. I also love Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series. And a friend recently recommended Nalini Singh’s archangel series, which I’m devouring right now.


If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

I’d love to pick Nora Roberts’ brain, so she’d definitely be at the top of the list. I’d also like to talk to Stephen King and Dean Koontz, as well as George R. R. Martin, Tad Williams, and Janet Evanovich. That would be one fun discussion!

Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 

I’m an artist in every sense of the word. I sketch, draw and paint every day. I also scrapbook, make handmade greeting cards, and create a wide variety of home décor – everything from mixed media art canvases to upcycled antique furniture.


What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

Hmm… When I was living in New York, my mom and I went for a walk in Central Park and saw a naked man selling flowers. He seemed completely unfazed by the fact that he was nude, and sold us a lovely bunch of carnations.


Oh my…take a tried and true troupe, married couple needs to get a spark back in their sex life, and spank it hard.  Yes, hard and bring in the St. Andrews Cross, toys and one sexy Dom and what do you get?  Coming Unbound by Lacey Savage.

Ms. Savage has managed to throw a troupe hard, against a wall and I’m still trying to catch my breath.  She writes intelligently about the one thing that most couples don’t talk about it and that’s the woman’s orgasm.  Yes, the elusive orgasm.  Its been argued, written about, talked about and laughed at for a long time.  Most men don’t understand it and women don’t like to talk about with their partners.  For them, its embarrassing and they don’t want to disappoint their lovers with their inability to have one.

Ginny is no different but with her, the orgasm has a lot more to do with a single thing in her life that she has repressed so far back in her mind that it wasn’t until the Dom figured it out and pulled it out of her.  Plus, it doesn’t help that her only other lover belittle her and suppressed even further her sexual needs.  Her husband Cole is well aware of her demons but is desperate to help her find her orgasm for her.  He just never knew how repressed she really was sexually.

*Taking a very deep breath*  The scenes were very well written and intense.  Ginny and Cole had no idea how the whole Dom teachings would take.  It would either make them stronger or pull them apart.  I held my breath after one scene because I became very afraid that they had reached Ginny’s breaking point.  While the sex scenes were highly intense they only enhanced Ginny’s journey to find the truth about her sexual needs.

Be warned that when you find out about what has been repressed in the far back of Ginny’s mind, you will be able breath again.  At least, I was.  :)  Ms. Savage wrote a beautifully intense, highly sexual book about sexually repression and the lengths that one couple went to find out the who, what, where and how to help Ginny.

I can not highly recommend Coming Unbound.  Yes, its that’s AWESOME.  :)


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Award-winning author Lacey Savage loves to write about her dreams – or more specifically, she loves to breathe life into her steamy fantasies (and she’s got plenty!). She pens erotic tales of true love and mythical destiny, peopled with strong alpha heroes and feisty heroines. A hopeless romantic, Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of relationships. She currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her loving husband and their mischievous cat.






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Fall in Love by Melissa Kendall – Review/Excerpt




Fall In Love

by Melissa Kendall

Contemporary (Aussie Outback) Romance

Publisher: Rebel Ink Press

Heat Level: Steamy

Word Count: 9,243 words


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Michael Dunbar runs his family’s cattle station in the far north of Western   Australia. Station life is lonely and he wishes there was a way he could find a companion that wouldn’t mind living the outback life with him. In hopes of finding a woman, Michael heads to Broome for a few weeks holiday. What he finds is something he never expected.


Mia Mason is a Perth girl who longs to leave the city behind for a life in the country.


Can two like minds fall in love? Only destiny knows.


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


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After the best night’s sleep I’d ever had, I awoke to see the sun much higher in the sky than I expected. Rolling over to look at the alarm clock, I was shocked to see it was almost eight in the morning. Never in my life had I slept in so long. On rare occasions, I had sometimes slept until seven, but usually my internal alarm clock had my eyes open at four a.m., rain, hail or shine.


Rolling over I saw the beautiful woman, who the previous night told me she was mine, still sound asleep. Careful not to wake her just yet, I hopped out of bed, threw on a tee, and went in search of my mum.


I found her in the kitchen, busy as she washed some dishes.


“Morning sleepyhead,” she said with a chuckle.


“Morning. How come you let me sleep in so long?”


“Well, technically you’re still on holidays, so there’s no need for you to be up at the crack of dawn, and well…”


“Yeah, fine, I get it.” It was obvious Mum tried to give Mia and me a little private time.


“Your dad saddled Mack and Jessie before he left this morning, so feel free to take Mia out and show her the property.” I just nodded my head in understanding. “Also, I have something for you that I think you’ll need.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a red velvet jewellery box. “This was your Grandma’s ring. I’m pretty sure you know what to do with it.”


As I took the ring, I knew Mum had given me her and Dad’s blessing to ask Mia to marry me. Ideas had already started to form as to where and when I would do it as I headed back into the bedroom to see if Sleeping Beauty was awake yet.


The most beautiful sight greeted me as I walked in the door. Mia was indeed awake. She yawned and stretched as she shook off the sleep haze. A tantalising sliver of skin was visible between her shorts and top. My mouth watered in anticipation to see more.


“Good morning,” I said as I walked over and sat down next to her on the bed.


“You should have woken me up,” she grumbled.


“I’ve only been awake about fifteen minutes myself. Mum has bacon and eggs cooking as we speak. Do you want to eat or shower first?” I asked.


“Eat please,” she said as she crawled into my lap. She then gave me a fantastic good morning kiss, wiggling her hips just enough to tease me into a hard-on. After the kiss ended, she laughed and hopped off my lap.


“You coming?” she asked as she headed to the door.


“Almost,” I said in a cheeky tone. I stood up so she could get the full effect of what she’d done to me.


She ran back over to me and whispered in my ear, “If you’re a good boy I’ll take care of that for you in the shower after breakfast.”


That didn’t help the situation in my pants at all. The sassy woman then had the hide to flash me her boobs as she ran out the door. I was the luckiest man on the planet. I followed her out of the bedroom with the intention on being the most well behaved boy I could be because if that was the only price I had to pay to get her in the shower with me, it was one I was more than willing to pay.



Good lord Ms. Kendall knows how to write a short story.  She packs so much in her short stories that its never rushed, nor plot points skimmed over, just a good old fashioned romance that when you finish, you are craving for more.  I swear, I wanted Michael and Mia’s story to never end.  I read every Harlequin romance book that I can get my hands that deals with the Australian Outback.  There is something romantic in the setting, the way of life and the characters that come alive for me.  Someone asked me once why I crave them and for me, they remind me of Oklahoma (where I was born) and Texas (where I live).  There is something sexy about a ranch and the people that live and work them.

Michael has decided that he needs a vacation from the station and embarks to the city of  Broome for a couple of weeks to relax and maybe find a woman.  *sigh*  I really felt for Michael in the opening pages.  He has pretty much decided that he would be lonely for the rest of his life.  Seriously, how do you convince a woman to move to a remote location and live happily ever after?  Well, fate has other plans for Michael in this little ditty of a story.

Mia was a wonderful compliment to Michael.  At first she seemed like a bit of a tease but as the story progressed, she really grew on me and the way she was written.  Layer upon layer was revealed and in the end, she not only won Michael but me as well.  Her sass and sexiness were spot on for the story.  The excerpt above gives you a tidbit of her personality.

I can not impress upon you to find Melissa Kendall’s short stories, buy them, read them and fall in love with the romance genre all over again.  She writes with a deft hand and knows how to draw you in and never lets you go.  While short, they are well worth it.  Plus, come on this one is set in Australia…what’s not to love?

I’m cheating and stealing Harlie’s signature button….  Oh wait, I’m not cheating…  I am Harlie so I can use it if I want to…



About the Author

Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.


She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.


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A Tiger’s Claim (An Ashwood Falls Novel) by Lia Davis – Review/Character Interview/Giveaway/Excerpt



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A Tiger’s Claim – Ashwood Falls, book 1

By Lia Davis

Publisher: Fated Desires Publishing


As the Alpha’s only daughter Shayna Andrews has always been treated like a rare gem, protected like royalty, and she’s suffocating.  Her longing to be independent has driven her to sneak out one evening after dinner. After relishing in being able to run free without an escort, she finds herself face-to-face with the enemy, miles from home, and nearly loses her life until a lone wolf comes to her aid.

Travis Hunter’s main objective is to destroy the Onyx Pack—a group of drug using, murdering rogue shifters. His seek-and-destroy plans are put on hold when he rescues a female from a brutal attack. The beautifully exotic tiger shifter, Shayna, stirs a passion he thought died with his long-lost mate.

When Shay’s first heat cycle slams into her, Travis has no choice but to submit to her needs—and his own. But there is always a price to sleeping with the Pack princess. Not only will they have to face her Pack, Shay and Travis will have to deal with a mating that is beyond a single night and could have consequences more than either of them had thought. And when Travis finds out Shay wears the enemy’s brand, things will go from bad to worse.

Warning: One alpha female who doesn’t take no for an answer, a wolf with more on the line than just his heart, and a combustible attraction that’s sure to cause more than one sweaty night.


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It took ten minutes too long to reach his small one-bedroom cabin. Once inside, he carried her straight to the bedroom, flung the comforter back, and laid the female on his bed. As soon as her leg touched the mattress, she groaned in pain. Frowning, he walked to his dresser, grabbed a pair of joggers, and put them on.

He went back to the bed and sat down next to her, jarring her hip. Another painful groan made him pause. He lifted her sweater to undo her jeans so he could look at the wound. When he touched the button, she flung opened her eyes, screamed, and swung her arms wildly.

Damn it.

He fought with her for a few seconds before he got hold of her arms and pinned them to the bed. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Her eyes held a wild fear he hoped never to see in a female again. The claw marks etched into both her cheeks fueled his fury more. He breathed in then out slowly.

Calm down before you scare her more than she already is.

“My name is Travis Hunter. You’re safe.”

She blinked then looked around the room. “Where…am I?”

He growled low in his throat. The tremor in her voice cut through him. “My home.”

She tried to break from his hold, and he tightened his grip. “You’re safe. I killed the rogues.”

The woman stilled and searched his face, the wildness still heavy in her blue eyes. “You’re a wolf.”

He smiled and nodded. “And you’re a tiger.”

“A white tiger.”

To match her white-blond hair. “And a beautiful one.”


Harlie’s Character Interview Questions

Name: Shayna Andrews (Shay)


Tell us a little about where you live.


I live in Ashwood Falls. It’s a leopard/wolf Pack located in the Smokey Mountains. Yes, I said leopard and wolf. About thirty years ago, before I was born, the leopards and wolves merged their Packs together to better protect themselves and fight against the Onyx Pack – a Pack of rogue shifters.

Ashwood is a strong Pack and all the members have learned to live together. I love the diverse community.


Who are your closest friends?


Cameron, a black jaguar and a senior enforcer. She is also my older brother’s, Blaine, mate. Cam is only ten older than me, so we relate on so many levels.

Danica is my other bestie. She’s the Pack Healer.

Describe yourself in three words:


Strong, caring, and protective


Who do you love?


Travis Hunter. He’s a sexy wolf who had saved me from a rogue attack.

Without giving too much away, what was one of your favorite moments with that person?


Anytime we are together, no matter what we are doing.


Anything you would like to say to your author?


I’d like to tell her thanks for telling mine and Travis’s story so we can share it with everyone.


Before I start my review I have to admit something…I don’t read a lot of shifter books.  I admit it and I’m not proud of it but its out there.  What intrigued me about A Tiger’s Claim was that the fact it dealt with a tiger and a wolf.  Most shifter books keep within the same species so again…how is this going to play out?  How are their babies going to come out in the end?  Half tiger, half wolf?  I can’t even imagine how the shift would happen.  But in this book we don’t have to worry about that yet but darn it, now I’m hooked on the start of the series, so I’ll keep reading to find out.

A Tiger’s Claim starts off with a bang and never lets up.  Our heroine, Shay is shot at, mauled, and left to die a couple of times and I finally caught my breath in the end.  Whew!  When she was attacked by the rogues in the beginning of the book, she was rescued by a wolf shifter, Travis.   She didn’t know if she could trust me but when she came into heat, she couldn’t resist him.  Was it love or lust between them?  And what about Travis’ other mate?  What happened to her?  And let’s mention his daughter, Josie.  She’s such a sweet little girl and learning about what happens to her in the book is…  Just read it.  ;)

I loved this book.  The characters are richly drawn and engaging.  I was never lost when Ms. Davis explained Ashwood Falls and how it came to be.  It fasnicated me that two different species merged together to form a bigger pack and relied on each other.  Most shifters stay within their own kind but not in Ashwood Falls.  Oh and there is a human that has mated with a shifter, too.   There might seem like there is a lot going on and in some ways there is but I never felt lost.  Ms. Davis keeps the pace flowing and the dialogue crisp.  Oh and did I mention the suspense element that she has woven into the story?  Yep, I’m a goner.  I never guessed who was behind the attacks so when it was revealed, I was pleasantly shocked.  Great job!

I look forward to reading more about Ashwood Falls, the two packs that form it and the fabulous secondary characters that came alive on the page.  I can’t wait!!!!

About the Author:   Lia Davis

Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, graphic designer, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it’s her home and she loves it!

An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very activity imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing and designing are stress relievers that allow her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.

Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.

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See The Light by Cassandra Carr – Author Interview/Exceprt/Giveaway/Review


Giveaway Info:  Prize is $10 gift card to winner’s choice of eBook retailer. Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Apr 10. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.  Rafflecopter link is at the bottom of the post.  Good Luck!

See the Light

by Cassandra Carr

Gay Contemporary Erotic Romance

Categories: May-December, Sports-Themed

Publisher: Loose Id

Release Date: February 26, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 42,000

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Hockey player Jason Monroe lives a double life—star defenseman and soon-to-be Olympian on the ice and closeted gay man outside the rink. A serious relationship is out of the question, and Jason makes do with anonymous sex in barroom bathrooms, not willing to take the chance on coming out as gay in a decidedly macho sport.

Advisor to the US Olympic hockey team Patrick Parker knows a thing or two about being a professional hockey player who’s not out.  He’s fifteen years older than Jason, and when he senses the sexy younger man is interested, he knows he shouldn’t give in to the attraction. The two men can’t keep their hands off each other, though, and with each heated encounter it gets harder to hide their relationship. Then their world blows up around them, forcing them into the limelight. Will their love survive or be put on ice?

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.

Welcome Cassandra! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.


Sure! I’m a multi-award-winning erotic romance writer. I’ve got about twenty works out, with more coming all the time. I write m/f AND m/m, along with themes like sports romance, BDSM and ménage.

Is See the Light a single title, or part of a series?


It will be book 1 in an as-yet-unnamed series. I wrote it so it could be either a single title or a series depending on how it sold. Well, it’s selling really well, so there are more coming!


What were your inspirations for the story?


There’s an organization called the You Can Play Project, which works with sports teams at all levels to eliminate homophobia. The NHL was one of the first sports, and certainly the first of the major professional sports, to embrace the You Can Play message. I’ve been following You Can Play since its inception and I’m really proud that the sport I love has been so receptive and supportive of the message that “If you can play, you can play”.

Despite how supportive the league and its players have been, though, there are still no “out” gay players in the NHL. Given stats on homosexuals, it stands to reason that at least fifty of the players in the NHL are gay, or one or two per team. Obviously there are gay players in the league, but they still feel like they can’t come out and be themselves. That’s sad. So I wanted to write a story about one such player.


Please share your setting for See the Light. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?   

Part of the book takes place in Geneva, Switzerland, during the Olympics. I’ve never been anywhere in Europe save Italy, though I’d love to go.


When did the writing bug first bite?


I’ve been writing my whole life on and off. I started writing for publication in 2008.


Who are you favorite authors, book/series?


Oh I have way too many to answer this question. I’d forget some and feel bad. Let’s just say that my fellow authors are an incredibly talented bunch!


If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?


Jane Austen, William Shakespeare, Dan Brown, Maya Angelou, and Nora Roberts


Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time? 


What is this “spare time” of which you speak? I watch hockey, go out with my family and friends. I like to travel, but we have a four-year-old and haven’t been doing much traveling since she was born. Soon we’re hoping to do more.


What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

Roosters crowing, competing with the sound of the ocean, in Hawaii.


Ooooo, let me be the first to say that this book rocked!  And here’s a little secret…I don’t read m/m.  Sure I’ll read it in a ménage but not a straight m/m book.  Nothing wrong with it, just not my cuppa.  In fact the real reason I picked the book up because of two things:  1)  Cassandra Carr wrote it and 2) it’s about my “mistress” hockey.  Yes, hockey is my mistress.  I worked for the Dallas Stars Hockey Club from 1999-2004.  I saw them win the Cup and then tried NOT to throw up when Scott Stevens skated it in Reunion Arena.  Tough times but I digress…BTW, I’m married to my first love…BASEBALL!!!

So to say that I picked the book because I wanted to read a book about a m/m romance would be the furthest thing on my mind.  I knew that Ms. Carr wouldn’t led me astray in her writing a m/m romance and with the hockey theme, I knew it was a winner.  I was not wrong on either count.  In fact, I will list the reasons why you should read See The Light even if you don’t read m/m.  Yep, it’s that good….

1.  Its sports themed and who doesn’t like a sports themed book.  No worries if hockey isn’t your thing, the universal theme in the book is sports in general.  Plus, they are in Geneva at the Olympics and for some reason, “Do you believe in Miracles” kept rolling around in my head.  To really show my age, I was 13 when the USA beat the Russians and won the Gold.  I still get choked up when I watch the movie “Miracle”.  In fact, I have a signed photo of the team celebrating their win over Russia with the commentary from Al Michaels.  It’s a classic.

2.  While Jason and Patrick have sex in the book, Ms. Carr handles it well.  The visual of two healthy, vibrant and sexy men didn’t send me shrieking.  In fact, with Jason’s age and his inexperience in a real relationship with a man, its endearing.  Jason’s used to only one-night stands and hookups, so his time with Patrick at first is awkward, funny (yes, funny) and tender.  We feel Jason’s changing emotions toward Patrick throughout the book and he’s coming to terms with his sexuality.  What he still has to figure out is how to tell Patrick.

3.  Patrick is the perfect “older” man.  He’s patient, kind, sexy and doesn’t come across as a “father figure” to Jason.  He treats Jason with respect but also handles the age difference with a chuckle.  In fact, Jason and Patrick talk about the age difference, their roles within the hockey and how it affect them and the outside world.  Again, Ms. Carr handles these issues with grace and bit of humor.

4.  There really is an organization called You Can Play.  Its main goal is to see that sports players that are gay are treated with respect within their teams, other teams and within their league.  *soapbox*  This sadness me to no end that players in any sport feel that they have to hide their sexuality.  Most players come “out” over they have retired and that shouldn’t happen.  Good lord, 66 years ago, Jackie Robinson FINALLY broke the color barrier in baseball.  Now, baseball has so many countries represented in their league, its like a UN conference.  When will it finally be acceptable for gay men/women to be able to come out and still be respected in their sport?  Seriously folks, with all the talk of gay marriage, gay couples adopting, benefits for companions and the like…gay players shouldn’t even be an issue.  So, leave the macho crap off the field and just play the damn game.  Trust me, a gay person isn’t going to hit on you in a game, practice or even the locker room.  They have “straight” radar like some people have “gaydar”.  * end soapbox*

5.  The climax of the book was a good shocker but much-needed for Patrick and Jason.  It finally opened their eyes and hearts to the relationship they were having and where they wanted it to go.  Plus, the revelations from the team was eye-opening as well.

Overall, the story flowed, dialogue was crisp, funny and while the sex was hawt, it wasn’t the main focus of the book.  The relationship to each other was and the reaction that the league and teammates would have if it ever come to light.  That was the point of the book.  How do two people have a relationship in a profession (sports) that is so macho and unforgiving for past sins?  Hell, I’m still waiting for certain football players to FINALLY admit that they are gay and they haven’t played in over ten years.  Can you imagine at Poconos Race Week and one of the drivers comes out…trust me, I lurve my NASCAR but there are some drivers that I wouldn’t put it past them and you know what?  More power to you!  Bring it and I mean that to every sport.  Big it on!  Its been 66 years since sports has been shaken up and its about time to do it again.  :)

Excerpt #3:

Fate wasn’t on Jason’s side. Everywhere he turned, Patrick was there. The man had acted strangely ever since their confrontation in the hall, and Jason lived in fear that Patrick had seen something that day and would out him, despite his gut feeling Patrick wasn’t like that.

Another night, Patrick and Jason found themselves on the same elevator at the hotel. Jason groaned to himself when Patrick followed him when he exited on his floor. He knew Patrick didn’t have a room on this floor and braced himself for the inevitable. The best thing to do now was go on the offensive. When Jason reached his door, he clenched his fists at his sides and spun around. “Why are you following me?”

Patrick stopped dead before turning his gaze to the floor, where he worried at a small hole in the carpet with his shoe. “Shit.”

“What?” Jason wouldn’t stand there like an idiot, waiting for the guillotine to fall. Almost without a conscious thought, he took up a battle stance.

The older man held out a hand in supplication. “Please, just let me explain.”

Jason’s eyebrows drew down as Patrick raised his gaze, and Jason read myriad emotions in them. Pain, guilt, shame, and hidden under all that, lust.

What the fuck?

He wasn’t willing to let the man off the hook until he knew what he wanted, so he barked out, “Talk.”

Patrick indicated Jason’s door. “Can we go inside? We shouldn’t stay out here in the hall, not with what we need to talk about.”

“And what is it we need to talk about?”

Jason watched as Patrick cleared his throat and shifted his weight from side to side. In a voice barely above a whisper, Patrick said, “Our mutual attraction.”


Patrick ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, what you said.”

Without another word, Jason unlocked his door and swung it open, motioning for Patrick to go in ahead of him. As soon as he was in the room, his eyes locked on the king-size bed dominating the space. Fortunately there was a desk chair and a small arm chair, and Patrick fell into the arm chair as Jason slowly lowered himself to the desk chair.

Jason blew out a breath. “So you’re—”

“Yeah. And so are you.”

“How the hell did you know that?” The question came out as little more than a snarl. He saw Patrick arch an eyebrow.

“I’ll admit you had me fooled for a while, but once I saw you check me out and looked into your eyes, I knew.”

“When did I check you out?”

“In the hallway a couple of days ago when we talked.”

Jason’s stomach churned. Busted. There was no use lying, especially since Patrick had already admitted he was gay too. “Can anyone else tell, do you think?”

“No. You hide it well.”

Closing his eyes, he murmured, “Thank God.”

“But I saw it, I see it, and we’re in deep shit.”

“How do you figure that?” Jason shifted in his chair. Even now his cock was half-hard, but he didn’t want the other man to notice his excitement. “I’ve hidden attraction before.”

Patrick blew out a loud breath. “Yeah, but were you trying to hide it when the other person was doing the same thing and there are countless people around at all times?”

“I’ll deal with it.” Rubbing the sudden ache at the back of his neck, he gestured toward Patrick. “Besides, if we can’t do anything about it, why even come here and dredge the whole thing up?”

“Because I think that’s better than trying to ignore it. I don’t know about you, but it was driving me crazy.”

Jason shot to his feet. “And you think now that we know we want each other, things will get easier? Are you fucking delusional?”

Patrick rose as well and stalked over to him. “No, I’m not ‘fucking delusional.’”

Jason stared at the other man, the lust burning him where he stood. He moved even closer, like a moth to a flame.

What the fuck am I doing?

Apparently Patrick didn’t know either, because his expression became alarmed. “What?”

I can’t stop.

“I need to do this.”

Not giving Patrick a chance to react to his words, Jason grabbed him, one hand palming the back of Patrick’s head as Jason’s other arm snaked around the man’s waist, pulling him into Patrick’s rock-hard body. It was obvious the man kept in shape, despite his playing days being over, and a tortured moan escaped before he could stop it. Jason dived into Patrick’s mouth as the passion flared, melting him from the inside out. He hadn’t kissed a man in years, and he realized how much he’d missed it as the kiss went on and on, neither man willing to let the other go.

He could feel Patrick’s cock as it lined up with his, and even through layers of clothing Jason felt the heat pouring off the other man. It made him want to submit to anything Patrick desired, which confused him. Honestly Jason couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a man’s dick in his mouth, but right now he’d give just about anything to suck Patrick off.

Patrick pushed them backward until they crashed into the wall, never letting their lips separate as he took control of the kiss. With a growl, the older man reached down and cupped Jason’s ass, pulling their cocks even closer and rubbing them together. Jason turned his head to the side with a gasp to break the kiss before he passed out, but Patrick kept at him, scoring his teeth down Jason’s neck to his pulse point.

“So fucking hot.”

All Jason could do in return was give a helpless little whimper.

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Cassandra Carr is a multi-published, award-winning erotic romance writer with Ellora’s Cave, Siren, Sybarite Seductions and Loose Id who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Cassandra’s book Caught was recently named Best BDSM Book 2011 by LoveRomancesCafe and Impact was named BDSM Book of the Month for May 2012 by BDSM Book Reviews.

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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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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.


“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.


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.

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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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Dare by Kacey Hamell – Review/Excerpt/Giveaway (Thursday, December 13th)

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by Kacey Hammell

Published by Evernight Publishing

Published on September 12, 2012

Erotic Contemporary Romance

Heat Level: Steamy

Length: 25,000 words

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Legal secretary, Olivia Warner enjoys being single and, aside from her closest gal pals, usually keeps to herself. But the night of her thirty-fourth birthday, she and her friends spend a fun-filled evening at a local bar where her friends dare her to approach a man, and spend the night with him. Olivia’s not one to turn down a dare, especially from her old college pals. She only hopes the man in question is in for some good conversation, because that is all she’ll give him.

Darren “Dare” Shalvis has given up on women. He’s tired of being chased for his money, good looks, and prowess in bed. He prefers to meet a woman who, for once, wants nothing more from him than mere conversation. If only the woman asking him to spend the night with her wasn’t his favorite legal secretary.

Accepting a dare has never been so tempting…


5 Stars –

Although at first glance DARE might seem like your typical romance novel (quiet girl meets rich hunk), it’s not. The reason for this is the way Ms. Hammell depicts her characters…author’s description set an image of such natural ease between them that I felt from the beginning that they were perfect for each other…behind the hot sex Kacey Hammell throws in a mystery, which surprisingly comes to play an important role in the development of the characters’ relationship…DARE was a quick, extremely enjoyable read for any moment of the day, if you dare get hot and bothered at any time.”–Bittersweet at LASR

Excerpt #1:

Olivia burst out laughing without reservation.

Dare had heard it a lot tonight and the evening couldn’t be going any better.

Before taking separate cars from Countess, they’d agreed to meet back at her place for a late dinner. She had the job to pick up Chinese food while he had run his own errand.

When he’d walked her to her car and mentioned the need to stop at the drugstore, he saw her turn scarlet even in the dark. It was refreshing to find a woman who didn’t come on strong and found the slightest flirtation blush-worthy. He didn’t know many women like her.

The urge to kiss her nearly choked him. Yet before he could act, she’d whispered goodbye and hidden in her car. But the night was still young and he planned to take full advantage of the fact.

Once settled at her place, they instantly dived into their food.

He watched her smile between bites, and fought the impulse to take her lips with his. Olivia didn’t have Angie Jolie lips but they were still lush and fuller—cherry red and wet—than most women’s.

As she pushed more food into her mouth, her lips wrapped around her fork—she’d given up trying to master chopsticks, which they’d both found hilarious—Dare imagined her mouth around his cock as she sucked him deep over and over again.

“You know, chopsticks are dangerous.” Olivia’s voice brought him from his musings.

“Dangerous? I’m not sure about that, but if you say so.”

After he watched her struggle with them for fifteen minutes, Dare agreed to some extent. She was very different from other women he knew. Some never relaxed enough to laugh at themselves the way she did. Most were self-conscious and obnoxious.

But the more Olivia tried, the worse her coordination became and the more they cackled about it. Dare couldn’t recall a time when he’d had such a great time with a woman. Olivia was easy to be around. He also hadn’t felt so laid-back in ages. Most dates were full of tension and what-ifs. But with her, perhaps their honesty and knowing what the night held put them both at ease.

Dare knew she was a bit nervous, but the underlying sexual tension was electric. There was still a calm atmosphere as minutes ticked by. He was happy with that but wished he’d taken the initiative before now and asked her out. He really enjoyed her company.

“Yes, dangerous. Twice now, I’ve nearly poked my eye out with those things.”

He held up his own chopsticks, having mastered the craft years ago. He eyeballed the unintimidating weapon and then scrutinized her, brows raised. She looked serious. He had to hold in a laugh. “Perhaps you’re not feeling them.”

She frowned. “Feeling them? They’re in my hand, Dare, how can I not be feel them?”

Pleased she now used his nickname—it had never sounded so sweet—he shook his head. “No I mean, feel them. Hold them gentle, yet firm. Let your fingers slide against them like a caress.”

He lifted his hand higher, slid his fingers gently, and moved the chopsticks with grace and ease.

Dare watched her gaze darken as it followed his movements, and her cheeks flushed. He never thought showing a woman how to use chopsticks would be arousing, but desire was clear in her gaze.

She couldn’t have any idea just how hot she looked when turned on. His cock thickened. His pants grew uncomfortable and tightened over his burgeoning erection.

Shifting on the couch, he set the box of chow mein and his sticks on the coffee table, and leaned toward her.

“Olivia,” he whispered.

She stared into his eyes. The deep green of hers deepened, and her breath quickened. “Yes?”

He took the box of chicken fried rice from her hand, set it on the table, his gaze never leaving hers. He cupped her cheek, drew her closer to him, their lips an inch apart. “Do you know how many times, how long, I’ve wanted to kiss you?”

“Hmm,” came her incoherent reply. Dare didn’t need further encouragement.

Lowering his head quickly, his lips rubbed hers, left and right, sweet caresses that kicked his blood pressure into high.

He had never tasted anything sweeter. Her mouth held a hint of mint from the tea she’d made earlier.  He would always associate the flavor with her. And he wanted more of it.

His tongue traced the seam of her lips. He nudged her backward until she lay against the couch. He shifted closer and lounged next to her.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she tugged him closer still as her tongue swept his mouth.

Dare groaned. Sexually aggressive women were a turn on, always had been, but with her the excitement went up a notch. Her hesitancy mixed with aggressiveness was more than pleasing. This woman could turn a man inside out. Her touch and taste were addictive and sweet.

If Dare wasn’t careful he’d fall for her…hard.


I adore Kacey Hamell.  I love her voice, her characters and they plots that pulls together for her characters.  The sex between her characters is hot and has a point.  Its never thrown in there for the sake of another sex scene.  That said, I was a little disappointed in a couple of aspects of Dare.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved the book but there were some issues that were never explained in the end.

What do you do when your college best friends dare you to pick someone out at a bar and sleep with me?  Well, other than wanting to slap said college best friends, you pick out the man who you know from work in passing.  He will do for now.  Plus, seriously would he even be remotely interested in her.  A dare for a Dare is what she got.  One night turned into the entire weekend.  Neither expected to fall for the other in that one weekend but it happened.

Back at work on Monday, Olivia is charged with leaking information out of the law firm.  With Dare looking at her, he doesn’t back her up.  Told to leave until further investigation she goes home to her girlfriends, vodka and mint chocolate chip ice cream (my favorite).  Heartbroken and shattered by what she thinks is Dare not believing in her, she realizes that her dare is over.

OMG, the scene when Dare shows back up at her apartment and her girlfriends are there is priceless.  The dialogue is hilarious, snarky and somewhat emotional for all of them.  He has to convince them that he is not there to hurt Olivia but to explain and beg for forgiveness.  Candy and Holly are definitely forces to be reckoned with.  *hint* *cough* *more please*

Here’s where it gets muddled for me…when they are finally being honest with each other, Dare doesn’t mention that he is filthy rich.  It is mentioned at the beginning of the book but dropped in the end.  I mean, if they are going to be honest, that he needed to tell her that.  Just a little thing for me but overall, buy this book, read it and love Kacey Hammell has much as I do.  :)

About the Author:

The writer: Canadian author, Kacey Hammell is a multi-published erotic romance author who writes mainly in the Contemporary Erotic/Romantic Suspense genres.  She is a true romantic at heart.


The Wife and Mom: Born, raised and still living in her hometown in Ontario, Canada, Kacey found true love with her husband.  As a Mom of three, Kacey has made certain that each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right.

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by Madison Martin

Published by Chances Press, LLC

Published on November 1, 2011

Contemporary Romance

Heat Level: Steamy

Length: 188 pages


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Driven, business savvy Hailey Burton, Vice President of Tryton Financial Institute, has been put in charge of running what could be her first ever failure: the company’s Christmas Eve toy drive. Toys and Christmas are beyond Hailey’s expertise, but when she’s offered the chance for the promotion she’s been waiting for if she succeeds, her competitive spirit kicks into high gear.

When every company in Los Angeles turns her down, desperation leads her to Quinn Matheson. Ten years ago, Hailey chose a prosperous career over Quinn, but as she falls for him all over again, she can’t deny that they make a good team in business…and more. This second time around, is she finally ready to make the leap and become his partner in love?


“Trust me. I never thought we’d be in this…er, position.” Hailey Burton smoothed her hands over the skirt of her brand new Armani suit to keep her hands from shaking. Quinn Matheson could never see how nervous she was. She wouldn’t let him. It would add further humiliation to her unfortunate circumstance, and she felt humiliated enough.

Quinn, the King of Matheson Toys and the picture of confidence, silently appraised her from behind the huge oak desk in his office.

“I mean, we’ve been in every other posi—” She coughed before she finished a sentence that could get her in big trouble. Whatever “positions” she and Quinn may have found themselves in ten years ago, it was too long ago to matter now. Wasn’t it?

She stiffened her spine and felt herself growing hotter by the second. A trickle of sweat began to run down the small of her back. Why fight it? Her brand new, one-of-a kind suit, bought for a special occasion, was headed straight for the cleaners.

Why did she think this would be easy? Why did she think she’d have the upper hand? And why was Quinn sitting there staring at her, refusing to say anything?

He watched her with calculating dark brown eyes, noticing every time she fidgeted or said something stupid. It was beginning to drive her crazy.

“Are you going to say something?”

He shrugged. “It’s your meeting.”

In her eight years of experience, she’d met with and given presentations to presidents and corporate execs from companies all over the world. She always acted with cool confidence in situations that made tough men sweat, and not one minute of it ever fazed her.

What did faze her was sitting here in front of her ex, begging for tens of thousands of toys for her company’s first Christmas toy drive in five years.

Christmas was beyond the limits of her expertise. In her entire life she’d celebrated maybe one or two. Last year, she’d spent the holiday on a conference call closing a deal with a company in Hong Kong. The year before that, she’d been in New York collecting leads for a new account. Her boss knew Christmas was out of her league, but he also knew she never gave her projects less than a hundred and twenty percent, and he’d saddled her with the toy drive despite her protests.

If the promise of moving up the Tryton Financial Institute corporate ladder weren’t waiting for her at the other end of this, she’d have told her boss to forget it. But as usual, the desire for success was stronger than…well, the desire for anything else.

Stronger, even, than the will to never see the man she’d run out on ten years ago. As much as she never thought she’d have the guts to look him in the face again, that promotion was staring her down…waiting. Begging for her to come and get it.


Why is it that the last two books that I have read, the heroine and I have either had the same type of job?  Or, the same problems with our family?  In my past life, I was the head of our toy drive at the bank for 4 years and I loved it.  Of course, it was for an excellent cause and it really put me in the Christmas spirit.  I could totally believe that Hailey didn’t have good memories of Christmas so her reluctance to heading up the toy drive made sense.  Plus, throw in her ex-finance to the mix and I didn’t know whether to laugh or hug her and tell he that everything would be okay.  Just breathe…

Quinn was such a great hero.  He was patient and sexy.  His problem was convincing Hailey that they could work together in business and as a true couple.  I felt that their relationship was relatable and sexy.  The true leap of faith for me was Hailey.  She needed to figure out if the past could be forgiven and a new future could truly be hers with Quinn.  Their back story also was realistic.  Sometimes, the first time around doesn’t always work out.  It takes time apart to truly see what you can have and to push away the fears that you have starting the relationship again.

The pacing was excellent and there were times that I felt like a fly on the wall with Hailey and Quinn.  I would definitely be friends with both of them.  The dialogue was crisp, flirty and sexy.

I would highly recommend Toying with Temptation for anyone that wants a relatable story about two characters that come together again and must figure out if it could really work out between them without fear.


About the Author:

Madison Martin is also the author of Briefly Yours: An Erotic Romance Novel, Nights on Catalina, The Deep End: Erotic Stories For Women, and The Deep End 2: Wedding Night. To find out more about Madison, visit


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Rub Me the Right Way

by Kelli Scott

Published by Decadent Publishing

Contemporary M/F F/F Erotica

Contains Elements of Comedy, Light Bondage

Heat Level: Sizzling

Length: 7,000 words

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Heather Bowen is an uptight, stressed out insomniac in desperate need of a massage or a shrink or an orgasm to cure what ails her.

On doctor’s orders, she starts with a massage to work out her knotty/naughty kinks. At the hands of a talented massage therapist, Heather gets a full body rub down. And more. Next stop—a psychiatrist to get at the root of her anxiety and sleeplessness. But is she ready for Dr. Simon’s controversial treatment?

What begins as prescribed therapy becomes a wild fantasy ride of erotic discovery that makes Heather question her sexual orientation along with everything she believed about her carnal desires.


“You all ready, Heather?” Tasha called out, probably worried about how long it took me to get undressed.

I shoved the drape of the dressing room aside. “Absolutely.”

She led me to the room across the hall as if through a slow motion dream. She was that graceful and lithe and willowy. Tranquil sounds filled the space. Waves lapping at a sandy beach.

She patted the massage table. “Up or down?”

“Excuse me?” I didn’t know there’d be a quiz.

Perusing the clipboard, she asked, “First massage?”

“That’s right.” Then couldn’t help but add, “I’m a massage virgin.”

“Well, we’ll see what we can do to remedy that.” She smiled, not taking my comment offensively, unless she was a really good actress. “Would you like to start face up or down?”

“What do you recommend?” I stopped myself from repeating the virgin reference.

She skimmed the clipboard again. “Lower back pain. Tense, knotted muscles. Insomnia. Headaches. Stress. Let’s start face down.” Looking up from my long list of afflictions, she asked, “Would you like me to step out while you disrobe?”


Would that be rude? “Of course not.” I scoffed. “We’re both women, right?”

Tasha turned her back, preparing her oils or instruments or whatever. With her attention elsewhere, I slipped out of the robe, hung it on a peg, and hopped on the table quick like The Flash, hauling the sheet over my nakedness, which I still wasn’t sure was appropriate. Oh, well, what the hell? She’d just have to deal with it. I planted my face in the face donut and waited.

The acoustics transitioned into raindrops on a tin roof. Occasionally a clap of friendly thunder rumbled in the distance to mix things up. She positioned me like a rag doll, placing my arms at my sides on the outside of the sheet.

“Comfortable?” she asked.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

I fixated on her delicate bare feet, her toenails painted a fuchsia color. The fringe of her sarong nearly tickled the floor as she gracefully glided around. A silver chain encircled her ankle. How I wished I could be more like her. Free-spirited. Serene. Bohemian.

“Be sure to tell me if I rub too hard.” She rested her palms on my skin, and I tensed.


“Relax, Heather.”

“I am,” I protested.


This book had me in stitches in the beginning.  I remember my first massage and what the hell do you do?  Bra/panties on or off?  I’ve always had a woman give me a massage, never a man.  If I want a man to massage me, I have one to do that at home…for free.  Anywoos…everyone knows how much I love Decadent’s The Edge series.  Its short, sexy, arousing and oh so naughty.

Heather is one stressed out woman.  No man in her life, workaholic and wound up tighter than a $2 watch.  When ordered to a massage therapist from her doctor, she is not ready for the type of massage that she is going to get.  Oh my *blushes*…what happens on that table is delicious, naughty and I’m hetro.  She, herself keeps telling herself, I’m not a lesbian but after that table massage, she starts to question it.

Next up is the real doctor visit and what a visit it is.  This is where the true comedic elements/snark come to play.  Does she slap the crap out of him or play along?  The dialogue between Heather and the doctor are priceless and I didn’t know if I wanted to slap him or get on my knees.  *wipes brow*

Overall, if you are looking for a quickie that features f/f and the m/f with a touch of D/s, I highly recommend it.  Fair warning…the twist at the end I never saw coming.  He he!!!!

About the Author:RubMe-AuthorPhoto

Left for dead in an enchanted forest, Kelli was raised by wolves, which explains her thick coat of fur and keen night vision. As an adolescent, she was exiled from the pack due to her love of well-done steak smothered in ketchup (her penchant for blackened beef has also caused her ejection from several fine eateries). On her own, she roamed the streets, eating from dumpsters and sleeping in abandoned dog houses. Cold, starving and destitute, Kelli turned to the oldest profession—writing. Since her fall from grace, she has penned several smutty stories for which she has received many accolades. And despite her limited vocabulary, inability to punctuate properly and her well-documented spelling disability, Kelli has collected some awards (some of them for her writing). But what she wants most in the world is to return to the enchanted forest and her pack. As soon as she figures out north from south and east from west, she will do just that.

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