Tuesday, September 29, 2015

GUEST BLOGGER LEA BRONSEN WITH MINE TO LOVE

Please welcome my guest blogger today, the talented Lea Bronsen and her newest release, MINE TO LOVE
Book two of the Hot Model Mine trilogy is finally here! Did you wonder what happened to erotic romance author Andrea and her irresistible cover model, Yushka, after the conference in Cannes?

In book one, The Perfect Shoot, things were complicated for the couple. He was much younger than her—practically the same age as her twins—and she'd spent half her life without a man. After much reflection, she ended up giving into her desire and taking Mr. Hot Model for lover. But what then after they traveled back to their separate lives?

Wait no more: They're here to tell the continuation of their sizzling love story :)
 
BLURB:

The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test.

Will their love be strong enough to have a future?

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EXCERPT:

While Yushka gets his duffel bag in the back seat, I lean against the side of the Corolla and stretch my arms on top of its roof. “You got everything?”
“Yeah.” He lifts the bag over his shoulder and tilts his head in direction of the front door. “We good to go?”
My pulse beats a little faster at the thought of him dropping that bag on my bedroom floor and lifting me in his arms instead. I’m so excited to be with him, I simmer inside, aching to touch and hold him. I want to have all of him at once, right now.
A spark of amusement plays in his gorgeous Asian eyes as he waits for me to make a move. “What’s on your mind, Princess?”
Holding his gaze, I smile, my fingers tapping a beat on the car hood to buy some time because I don’t know what to reply. I have a feeling whatever might come out of my mouth now, like I can’t wait to rip those clothes off you or I’m going to make you scream, will sound too cheesy. Why do we need to put our attraction into words, anyway? Once we’re home, there’ll be no reason to talk that much. We’ll do the talking with our more-than-capable hands and … um … mouths.
I tap a quick rap before stepping back from the car. “Come on.”
“Okay.” Widening his smile, he follows me to the front entrance.
I unlock and push the wood door open. “I hope your bag’s not too heavy. The elevator doesn’t work.”
“When are they gonna fix it?”
“Huh, good question.” I step forward, but when in the doorway, I spin to hold the door open for him. “I have no idea.”
“No?” With a raised brow, he passes me.     
Just then, I move toward him, chest-to-chest, blocking him and his thick bag between myself and the doorframe.
“Oh!” He laughs.
As the door pushes into my back, squeezing me tighter against him, I put my hands on his waist. First above his clothes––the thick leather jacket and his shirt––then sneaking underneath both of them, my fingers splaying on his warm skin and stroking him.
Completely stuck, he tilts his head and stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with playfulness. “What are you up to?”
“You have a problem?” I move my hands out from beneath his shirt and go downward to palm his tight ass cheeks, pulling his crotch to me. My lower stomach and increasingly heating inner thighs seek to meet his. I want to be so near him he’ll feel my lust, and I want his lust to grow, too. I need us to join and be a match, a melting pot of desire, irresistible and untamable.
“I have to bribe you?” he asks, voice lower, and leans down to kiss me.
How did he guess? At the warm touch of his parted lips, delight rushes through me as if I’d had a shot of alcohol.
He retreats his face a few inches, enough to have a view of what he just kissed. “This good enough for you?” His voice comes out husky, a bit short of breath. With his free hand, he strokes and kneads my butt.
 “One more,” I mouth with the next exhale of air. Though the door bores painfully into my back, I don’t want to move, loving the feel of being so close to Yushka, so intimate. It’s amazing how instantaneous and intense our connection is. Just wait till we get our clothes off.
Again, his warm lips land on mine, and we kiss greedily, nose-to-nose, wet tongues playing with each other. My inner pussy muscles clench, remembering too well what it’s like to have his cock inside. I breathe faster. A growing hardness in his crotch presses against me, provoking more tightening. Oh, God. Hot wetness glides down my pussy, wetting my panties. So ready, so soon… I mew into his mouth, and he rewards me with a guttural response, our mouths practically eating each other.
But this isn’t the right place. We need to move and play this torturous game and its grand finale somewhere else.
Releasing his lips, I gasp from our separation, but still manage to pull away.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He inhales deeply and looks up, feverish eyes widening and trying to refocus.
As I step backward, forcing the door to open again, cold evening air sneaks between our heated bodies. “Let’s go,” I say with a croak, my chest heaving.
He gives a small nod and steps inside the low-lit lobby.

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Would you like to read the first book, The Perfect Shoot? You can find it here.

AUTHOR BIO:

                                  

I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance.

I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:
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Thanks for stopping by, Lea.  :)

Monday, September 28, 2015

GUEST BLOGGER SARAH MARSH COVER REVEAL SURRENDER

Please welcome my guest blogger today, the lovely and talented Sarah Marsh with her brand spankin' new cover reveal for SURRENDER!

Thanks so much for having me on today, Surrender is the fourth book in my Coalition Mates series and it releases mid- October. I have a little teaser for you, I hope you enjoy!
Blurb:
Surrender: Coalition Mates 4
Seduce me with words.
Inspire me with passion.
Blind me with longing.
Break me with need.

Bind me with love

Sally Owens was content to spend her life hiding in plain sight, as long as no one got too close or tried to wrestle the reigns away from her that is…
When she goes out for a night on the town to troll for the new Mr. Right Now, getting kidnapped and shipped out into space was NOT what she had in mind. But above all else Sally is a survivor and she soon comes up with a plan to thrive in this new world.
Arkenon Quinn, Courtesan Guild Master on the planet of Sirus, is informed that one of the new human refugees wants to join the Courtesan Guild and he was of course curious. However, when he meets the audacious and beautiful Sally he finds himself signing up to be the one to mentor her against his better judgement. What he could never have anticipated was how quickly this fascinating creature would steal his heart and force him to do something he’s never had to do before- chase a female.
Will Sally’s painful past keep her from finding a future with the man who’s like no other she’s ever met? Or will she have the strength to place her body and soul in Arkenon’s extremely capable hands?



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Sarah will also be one of the featured authors in the upcoming Damn, That's Hot Erotica 3 



 Thanks for stopping by, Sarah.  :)


Sunday, September 27, 2015

GUEST BLOGGER MICHELLE ROTH WITH CALCULATED RISK (MEN FOR HIRE)

Please welcome my guest blogger today, the very talented Michelle Roth with her newest release, CALCULATED RISK (MEN FOR HIRE)
Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Calculated Risk. It's a part of the Men For Hire anthology! If you or your readers have any questions for the authors, feel free to use the #menforhireantho hashtag on Twitter and we'll reach out to you with answers!
I'm working with three other fantastic authors! Here's the line up of stories:
Got Muscle by Tina Donahue 
Menage at Mealtime by Bella Settarra  
Calculated Risk by Michelle Roth  
Marital Duties by Jennifer Denys
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Stella Whitman has inherited her mother’s country home. When she finds it in utter disrepair, her cousin suggests that she call Men for Hire in search of a handyman. When he arrives, she’s somewhat shocked to find that his deep brown eyes and rugged good looks are giving her some very inappropriate thoughts.

Despite his instant attraction to Stella, Ian Starling has convinced himself that they need to keep things strictly professional. He’s been burnt before and has vowed never again. It becomes increasingly more difficult as he gets to know her, though. Then one rainy night changes everything…
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  1. If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do? That's part of what I enjoy so much about working for Jennifer at Men For Hire. I don't always have to work. If I need a day off, then I can usually take it with no problem. Hmm.. My ultimate day off? I'd probably take in a football game and then put in some hours working on my furniture building. I don't get to do that nearly enough.
  2. What impression do you make on people when they first meet you? How about after they’ve known you for a while? I'm a little quiet, so I think most people assume I'm either shy or not bright enough to handle much beyond manual labor. When they get to know me, I'd like to think they'll realize there's more to me. I like books, science, art, and film. I can hold up my end of a conversation. I'm a decent person, I'd say. And there's not nearly enough of that in the world.
  3. What’s your idea of a good marriage? Do you think that’ll happen in your life? Been there, done that. Failed miserably. I'm going to take a pass on this question.
  4. What are you most proud of about your life? Life hasn't always been kind. I think making it to the other side of those trials is what I'm most proud of.
- What sort of trials? Earlier, you mentioned marriage. That's probably the worst of it. I got married young. My ex decided after nearly ten years of marriage that she much preferred the me that didn't give a damn about money or bills or responsibility. It broke my heart.
- Are you still in love with her, then? Talk about getting right to it. Christ. But to answer your question, no. I think I just held on out of sheer stubbornness. We hadn't been right in a long time. I just wish she hadn't been so bloody brutal about ending things.
  1. What are you most ashamed of in your life? You're really into me talking about my feelings, aren't you? This goes back to the divorce, not to beat a dead horse too much. My parents were together for decades. Still are. I hate that I failed at that.
  2. If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick? My grandfather. He died a few years back. I miss him terribly.
  3. Do you think you’ve turned out the way your parents expected? Not sure. They never really pushed me to be any one thing. They were of the 'follow your heart' school. I'd like to think that they're pleased. I get the 'We're proud of you' bit a lot, but I think parents are required to say that stuff.
  4. What do you believe about God? What do you suppose God thinks of you? I'm not entirely convinced there's anything up there. I'm one of those that wants empirical evidence and I'm not likely to get it at this stage.
  5. Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t done? What would happen if you did it? That's a tough question. I'm my own man, so I basically do whatever I want to. I've got nothing.
  6. What’s the worst thing that’s happened in your life? What did you learn from it? When I was sixteen, I was in a car wreck and broke both of my legs. My mate had been drinking at the time but like a dumb ass, I got in the car. Had a couple surgeries, and months of recovery. Drunk driving is stupid. We could have died. Never drive drunk. Never ride with anyone who's been drinking. That's what I learned.
  7. Tell me about your best friend. Probably my brother, Thomas. He's a year older than I am. Most weekends you can find me hanging out with him. We're either building something or watching some sort of sports. He's a good guy.
  8. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone? Why? I really don't recall doing anything that terrible to anyone. I'm kind of a pacifist, not to sound like a total pussy.
  9. What would you like it to say on your tombstone? He lived before he died.
  10. Describe your ideal mate. She'd be beautiful, of course. Not just on the outside. The inside too. Smart, funny, motivated. Maybe someone who's the creative sort. Someone who could offset my seriousness.
  11. What are you most afraid of? Not finding anyone to settle down with. I want what my brother and his wife have. What my parents have. I'd love to find it. I'm being much more particular about it this go-round, though.
  12. What’s the most important thing in your life? What do you value most? My family. They're important to me.
  13. What do you like best about yourself? Least? My ability to adapt. The other side of that, though, is that I never have to truly make a decision. I can just sort of let things happen as they may and then deal with the fall out.
  14. How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change? It's a good life, for the most part. A little bit lonely. I'd like to meet someone, but lately I've been working so much that it's been hard to even date. Maybe I should devote myself to that more.
  15. Are you lying to yourself about something? What is it? A number of things, probably. The bad thing about denial is that you never realize you're in it until you're out of it.
  16. What trait do you most deplore in others? Liars. I can't stand them. I prefer the honest truth, even if it's ugly.
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Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.
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Thank you so much for stopping by, Michelle.  :)

Saturday, September 26, 2015

GUEST BLOGGER ALLYSON YOUNG WITH UNPROFESSIONAL

Please welcome my guest blogger today, the very talented Allyson Young with her newest release, Unprofessional.




Blurb:
Hannah Evans is personal assistant to the very professional Benjamin Willis, and he keeps her firmly in that role. Her boss is a great man, and if he rewards himself with a large number of blondes, well, even great men can be misguided. Hannah couldn’t ask for anything more in her job—except she’s fallen for her boss. And now Mr. Willis seems to be seeking more than mere pleasure. What if he finds a woman with a beauty and brains? Unable to bear the idea, Hannah submits her resignation. Faced with losing her, Benjamin’s entire being reacts in shock, dismay and outrage, causing him to examine how he actually views Hannah. She has had months to come to terms with her strong emotions while he has had mere hours. But Benjamin is a quick study and discovers his true feelings for the woman who has been right under his nose.


Excerpt:
“Hannah.” Her name fell harshly from his lips and she blinked several times, appearing to get herself under control. “Tell me why you’re leaving.” Leaving me.
“I appreciate the opportunity,” she nearly whispered. “Seeing as I had no experience.”
“You said that in your letter of resignation,” he agreed. “And I was happy to give it to you. You proved yourself quickly.” He shifted a tad closer and studied the rising color in her cheeks.
“I … I can’t stay on. Big world of opportunity out there and all.”
 “You’re not telling me the truth. How bad can it be?”
Giving into an instinctive urge, he grasped her other hand and hauled her close. He locked his gaze with hers when she looked up, startled. “Tell me,” he insisted.
“I can’t.” She nearly whimpered and a good man would have backed off and let her go. He couldn’t find it within himself to do it.  
Recognizing he couldn’t force her to confide, he resorted to sneakier tactics. He turned on the charm and cajoled. “Hannah, you’re invaluable to me and I can’t get my head around finding someone to replace you. Is it something I’ve done? Is the salary an issue?”
A shake of her head sent more strands of hair drifting down to her shoulders, these longer than the others, and they rested against the upper swells of her breasts. His stare traced their path before he glanced up to see her eyes wide with surprise. God, she was lovely. Smart, skilled and talented, all woman. Different from—
“Benjamin?” His name wasn’t on Hannah’s lips but spoken at his office door. He recognized that voice. “Benjamin?”
He could only imagine how it looked, his disheveled PA sprawled in a chair, him kneeling at her feet, holding her hands captive and their faces mere inches apart. With an effort, he turned his head and acknowledged his latest fling. Past fling. “Give me a minute, Tiffany.”
Hannah quivered and tried to pull away, but he hung on tightly, willing the tall blonde out of his office.
“I see you’ve already replaced me,” she replied, scorn and anger coloring her voice. At any other time, he might have found her alluring, all flushed with outrage and passion. As usual, Tiffany was dressed to the nines in a body-revealing outfit that displayed her long, slender figure and enhanced breasts to full advantage. But she left him cold, something new, because he rarely tired of his blondes physically, choosing to keep his hookups brief to avoid emotional attachment.
Tiffany sneered at Hannah. “She’s hardly your taste. Pudgy and plain, wouldn’t you say?”
If he hadn’t known to keep hold of Hannah, wrapping his hands around Tiffany’s elegant neck might have been an excellent alternative. “Get out.”
“Gladly. You’re welcome to him, secretary-type. It won’t last, especially as he’s slumming.”
He spared her only enough of a look to ensure she had indeed gone before turning back to Hannah. Who was staring at him with a multitude of emotions washing over her expressive features. 
“She’s different than the others.” Well, that was the last thing he expected.
“Excuse me?” He knew he sounded astonished.
“She has a career. So she must use her brain. And she meets all your other criteria.”
Hannah would know, he acknowledged inwardly. Except it appeared she was wrong— his preferences were changing. Had changed. His lower body, and not his now aching knees, was in total agreement. Hannah had been under his nose all this time with her quiet, efficient ways and non-intrusive manner, yet he would bet she knew more about him than he knew about himself. But she was leaving, so obviously didn’t feel the same. No point in opening that door, especially as he lacked the tools. He ground his back teeth against a disappointed growl and clambered to his feet after carefully setting Hannah’s hands on her lap.
“I’m sorry she said those things.”
“Which ones?” She sounded intent, earnest, and peered up at him.
“She insulted you.”
Hannah shrugged and those round breasts lifted higher on her torso. “No comparison. We aren’t even the same species, I don’t think.”
Benjamin laughed. That was the effect Hannah had on him despite all that had just taken place. He felt … happy around her. And there was that shift again. She’d been an enormous part of his life for over a year. He’d spent more time—awake at least—with her than any other person. His laughter faded when he imagined the future without her.
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July 17
Dear Mr. Willis-
Please accept this as my formal notice of resignation effective two weeks from today’s date. I would advise that I have compiled a detailed document outlining the successful applicant’s duties and if time permits will certainly be willing to train said applicant.
I wish to express my sincere appreciation for the opportunity to work as your personal assistant for the past year, given my lack of experience.
Yours truly,
Hannah Evans
Hannah Evans

            His fist crumpled the sheet of paper as if with a mind of its own, mangling the white velum and hiding the message from his disbelieving stare. A sick feeling gripped his gut and he replaced it with a mounting fury, the better to cope. Benjamin forced his fingers to relax and drop the letter to the surface of the desk, smoothing out the wrinkles while trying to get control. What the fuck was this about?
            He wasn’t reacting specifically to her resignation. He’d come to that surprise after he figured out his absurd response to it. Several deep breaths, followed by some pacing around his office didn’t shed any light on the issue so he went with the reason for it. Rather than calling her, he yanked his door open and glared at her empty desk. Hannah—Miss Evans—he corrected himself, sternly, was down the hall again, in that excuse for a restroom. A chill raced down his spine. Was her resignation related to something about her health? Was she frequently using the last unfinished room in this amazing building he’d seen lovingly restored because of sickness? Worry curdled his belly and he peered in that direction.
As he cudgeled his brain for reasons why a woman might be ill, another thought struck him and ice replaced the fear. Could she be pregnant? His Hannah carrying another man’s baby?
            Insanely, his cock leaped to attention as if in protest. Benjamin froze in place and stared down at the appendage that he’d never allowed to lead him around. He’d prided himself on it. Sex was an imperative; the more the better, the more inventive the better and he was wealthy enough and powerful enough to indulge himself. His taste in women leaned to tall, blonde, busty, and vacuous. Women who accepted his terms of casual and short term. Arm candy to show off at his many appearances, a release for afterward, and no pillow talk required. He had Hannah—Miss Evans—for that. Pillow talk wasn’t the correct description, of course, but his brain and quick mind appreciated their stimulating conversations. She was no shrinking violet and met him comment for comment, debate for debate, yet was only too willing to admit her weaknesses and if she was wrong. Not to mention how she competently fulfilled the rest of her role.
It was inappropriate to consider Miss Evans in even a vaguely carnal way. Highly unprofessional. What business was it of his to resent the idea of another man giving her a child, like he had a proprietary interest? And certainly thinking of her as his Hannah was wrong. Except she was his—his valued, personal assistant who lived up to every word she’d spoken in that brief summary of the job. Never intrusive, totally dedicated and hardworking, highly organized and intuitive. He’d meant it when he complimented her for anticipating his needs and taking such good care of him. His cock twitched at the thought and confusion addled his brain. The thought of her with another man…
 



Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years, and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

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  Thanks so much for stopping by, Allyson.  :)