New Release! Book 2 in the Sin City Series

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Blurb:

When it’s a fight for your life, submission is a sin.

UFC fighter, Megan Renard, is having a difficult time keeping her eye on the prize when she can’t keep her eyes off of her long-time trainer, Ryan Blake. But changing a relationship that works isn’t a sin she’s prepared to pay penance for.

Dom Ryan desires to experience Megan’s gift of submission, yet he knows taking their relationship to another level could have disastrous effects for her fighting career, not to mention their friendship. One kiss is all it takes to convince him that heaven in her arms is worth the devil’s wrath.

Determined to give her an edge in the ring before her next title fight, Ryan hires Sinclair Reed to train Megan in internal martial arts. When the FBI show up to question Sinclair on the disappearance of Megan’s opponent,  the couple get caught up in a world of underground mob clubs, and Ryan comes face to face with a Domme he’d long tried to forget. Now he fights to protect Megan not only from a lifestyle he chose to leave, but from her desire to please him at all costs.

Excerpt 1:

Inner fire burned in Megan’s heart. A result of the recent win, or a pissy attitude because Ryan had put the kibosh on her sex life for the evening? Did it matter? Her ass pulsed in reminder of when his hand had connected with her flesh back at the airport. She wouldn’t let that go unchallenged.

Shifting to rest one hip against the door of his vehicle, she crossed her arms over her chest, bunching what little cleavage she had. The action had the desired effect. His eyes raked her body so quick, if she’d have blinked, she would have missed it.

Eyes narrowed, he stalked toward her and stopped, looming over her. Ryan didn’t say a word, nor did he reach for her. Her heart thumped in her chest. They’d flirted on occasion. His compliments and affection were always genuine. And for some goddamn reason, she wanted to up the stakes, see if the physical attraction was one-sided or not.

Tipping her chin up, she kept her eyes fixed on his, stomach dancing a nervous jig. Megan hadn’t gotten to where she had in life by waiting for other people to give her what she wanted. “I really want you to kiss me.”

“I know.”

His gruff response surprised her, causing a mixed reaction in her belly. Desire burned low in her core, and one corner of her mouth kicked up in a half smile. Before she could say anything, Ryan cupped her cheeks in his hands, and brought his face down to hers. For a moment, their breath mingled. Then his lips came down hard on hers, his kiss demanding she open her mouth to accept his passion. When his tongue invaded, her head swam.

She clutched at his forearms, kissing him back with equal abandon. Ryan pressed her back into the vehicle, his hard body dominating hers; captive with no wish to be free. He pulled back to break the kiss, then pressed his lips hard against hers before putting real distance between them.

Even though he’d created a good foot of space between their bodies, he continued to cradle her face in his hands. Megan blinked to clear the fog of lust from her brain.

Ryan arched a brow. “Satisfied?”

“Uh…yeah…” She cleared her throat to give herself a moment to gather her wits. Why had he made it sound like he’d offered her a treat she’d been craving? Well, I have been craving something… She hadn’t expected it to be so decadent. “Wow…you… You are…”

He remained silent awaiting her to complete her thought.

She inhaled a steadying breath. “You sure know how to dominate a kiss.”

He chuckled. “Nice choice of words.” His thumbs massaged her cheeks for a second. “And you submitted nicely.”

Confusion crinkled her brow, and she batted his hands away from her face. “Was this some kind of test?”

“You asked for a kiss, and I gave you one.”

His matter-of-fact tone irritated her to no end. She spun away from him, and opened the door to the SUV. “This isn’t a game to me, Ry. I really care about you. I care about us. If you’re going to grant me a kiss, then I want to know where I stand.”

He sighed, and stared off into the distance. “Let’s go home.”

“Fine.” She sat in the passenger seat, and slammed the door. Hot tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. How could he not care when that kiss meant so much to her?

Ryan got into the car, and slammed his door. They sat in silence for a few seconds before he spoke. “Meg—I care about you a lot. I don’t know if a sexual relationship between us is a good idea.”

“And yet you kissed me. And smacked me on the ass.” She turned to face him, arms crossed over her chest again. “Those aren’t our regular forms of affection. If you don’t want to take things further, then don’t toy with me.”

“I do mean them.” Still without looking directly at her, he laid a hand on her thigh. “I like to be dominant in the bedroom.”

Megan gulped in surprise. Not the response she’d been expecting. Ryan a Dom? The thought had never occurred to her. She’d read about the BDSM lifestyle, met people who lived it to different degrees. She’d even gotten kinky in the bedroom on occasion, but she’d never considered herself a submissive. In her fighting career, the word submission didn’t enter her vocabulary. To submit, in her mind, meant giving in; giving in equaled losing.

 

Excerpt 2:

“Tie me up?” Nervous excitement skittered through her system, amping up her arousal, and causing wet heat to gather between her thighs.

In for a penny, as they say… A slow nod accompanied her agreement. “Yes, but before you do, may I do something?”

“What would you like?”

“I’d like to touch you. Everywhere.” Eyeing his ripped torso like a medium rare steak, she licked her lips, and stepped toward him.

He gestured arms wide. “By all means…”

Tentative, wishing to savor the moment, her fingertips hovered over his pecs, sparks sizzling where she touched. She traced a pattern down his chest and abs, she knew she’d never want to touch another man again. The bumps and ridges of his muscle mixed with the sensation of a smattering of hair on the middle of his chest.

Sexual awareness heightened. Her body grew achy, hot, and goose bumps broke out on her skin. Shivering, her hands drifted over his waist, then toyed with the waist band of his pants. Ryan took the liberty of removing his track pants, revealing a bulging cock encased in navy blue boxer briefs.

Chewing her lower lip, she eyed the hidden prize.

Ryan leaned forward to nuzzle her neck, the sensation of his hot breath on her skin causing a shudder to race down her spine. “Anything else you want to touch?” The deep rumble of his voice speared her cunt with lust.

She nodded, and reached out with one hand, tracing the outline of his cock first with a fingertip, then a line along his length, under to tickle the underside of his sac, and cup his balls. Bolder now, she ran the heel of her hand back over his erection, noting how it pulsed under her touch.

“Enough.”

Fascinated with her exploration, Ryan’s gentle command made her jump. Obeying, she dropped her hands to her sides, and waited for his next move. When he slipped off his briefs, she couldn’t help but drop to her knees in front of him. She’d never wanted to suck on a man’s cock more in her life. Her hands hovered, shaking with the urge to grab his shaft and stroke it before sliding the length into her mouth.

“Oh, Megan…”

She glanced up at him to see a look of utter tenderness on his face. He ran his hand over her head, cradling the back of her skull for a second. “Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just…you…on your knees… Damn.”

A grin consumed her face. He’s pleased then. Her heart thumped hard in her chest. Why did it matter to her so much that he would be pleased with their interaction? Was it because she was used to taking his instruction? Or did she fear not being the kind of lover he was used to?

Maybe because it does mean so much more to me. To both of us. By the look on his face, he didn’t mind in the least. And they meant a hell of a lot more to each other than fuck buddies.

Focusing her attention on his cock, her mouth watered, and she licked her lips. Without hesitation, she grabbed the base of his shaft, and licked a path from base to tip. Ryan groaned, then stepped back from her ministrations.

Surprised and disappointed, she blinked at him.

“Later,” he said. “For now, rest your hands palms up on the back of your thighs.”

Bewildered, she did as he said.

“Good girl. Spread your thighs a bit.”

Once again, she did as he asked, and she observed a shudder ripple his tall frame. “This is position one. Try to remember that.”

“Okay.” She nodded, then took the hand he offered.

He helped her stand, then brushed his lips across hers. “This is about you right now, remember?” he murmured.

“If you insist.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tight, kissing him back with equal passion.

Ryan backed her toward the bed, then lay her down with her head on the pillows. His hands slithered up her ribcage and arms until he held her wrists in his hands. He stared into her eyes, waiting for her to agree. When she nodded in approval, he used the scarves to tie each wrist to one of the bars on the metal headboard.

“Thank you.” His sincere gratitude, calmed the frisson of panic that rose up inside. She’d never been at another’s mercy like this. Exposed in a way she’d never been before, she trembled. Ryan smiled down at her, and placed a tender kisses to her forehead, nose and lips. “Relax,” he said. “Trust me.”

 

 

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Broken Survivor by Jennifer Labelle – NEW RELEASE!

 

Broken Survivor

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Holly Hewitt is a survivor…
After witnessing her mother’s murder, Holly was returned to her abusive father. Resorting to drugs and alcohol, she ends up landing herself in foster care, where she is separated from her sister and utterly alone.
Zander Harrison is the light to her darkness…
Zander is young, athletic, and carefree, with the support of a loving family. But when Holly is placed in foster care with his brother’s in-laws, she turns his world upside down.
He’s driven to protect her, and to show her the past has made her strong, life is worth living, and love is worth fighting for. If only he can convince her to trust him and stop resisting their mutual attraction.
But sometimes even love isn’t enough to heal a shattered soul.
And all the hard work in the world can’t save…
A broken survivor.
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Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance,mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she’s decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.

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Excerpt
Pink and orange hues filled the sky with a warm beauty while the sun set. Holly wrapped her arms around herself and lifted her face toward the sky to soak in the last few moments of the sun before the chill of the night descended upon them. This was definitely not going to be an easy talk to get through. She just hoped they’d both be okay when it was done.  Zander stepped up behind her, and she felt the heat of his body before he wrapped his arms around her from behind. The way she was drawn to him made her wonder if he had a magnetic pull,and it kind of scared her a little bit. Holly tried to enjoy the view as they were silent for a few moments.
“As much as I hate to let go, I think maybe we should sit so we can finally talk,” Zander said.
 She hesitated a moment before taking his hand while they walked back to his house and sat beside each other on the patio. This is it.
“First, I want to clear up earlier,” Zander said. “She was just a friend, nothing more. She has only ever been a friend.”He lifted their linked hands and kissed the top of hers.
“This isn’t any of my business, but does she realize that? I got the impression there was much more than a friendship there.” Holly held her breath and didn’t exhale until after he answered her.
“Not for a really long time, and we were never a couple.” His posture slumped. “Before today, I hadn’t heard from her in months. She just showed up out of the blue, but I swear nothing happened.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Holly shifted to face him. “So you and she were friends with benefits a while ago. I have to admit I didn’t like seeing you with her, but I don’t have any right to be mad.We’re taking things slow, remember?”
“That’s just the thing. I want to be with you, Hol. As in, I’d be staking my claim. You’d be my girlfriend, exclusive.”
“I’m actually kind of glad you said that. I’ve recently figured out that I’m not made for casual.” She bit her lip nervously.“I don’t even care about your friend anymore because I sort of have some huge news, which throws going slow out the window anyway. That is, if you don’t freak out and feel like you want nothing to do with me after this.”
“Okay, now you’re making me nervous,” he joked nervously and playfully nudged her with his shoulder. “What’s up?”
“You probably should be.” Holly smiled weakly and then exhaled long and hard. “I didn’t want a relationship when you came into the picture, and I didn’t want to care for someone so much. But then there you were all sweet, caring, and persistent and screwed up my original plans. So let’s get that out there.” She smiled and leaned into him. Her head lay on his shoulder and she looked up at him needing to be close. “That’s the best part by the way because I’m glad I’ve let you in. I care for you a lot. I’ve messed up,though. We both have. Do you remember the night at my sister’s?”
“How could I forget?” His eyes lit up and she snorted.
“It was a good night, huh?” She licked her lips just thinking about it. “Well, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately,so Lauren decided to take me to get a checkup…”
“O-okay, you were sick and…?” Zander’s brows scrunched together in confusion, but as if he sensed her discomfort, he gave her a quick reprieve to pull herself together before she had to spit out the big news. He captured her mouth. His soft, plump lips caressed hers, then he moved to nip and suck on her bottom lip. His tongue coaxed her mouth open farther, and she tasted his mutual arousal as he probed the slit of her mouth with his tongue. One of her hands fisted in his shirt and held him closer,while the other massaged his nape and into his hair. They both moaned in the heat of the moment, and she could feel his chest rise and fall more rapidly before he pulled away.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he said. “You get sick again and I’m coming over with some chicken soup and taking care of you.
“That sounds amazing.” She smirked. “I’ve missed you too.” Holly shifted so that she was facing him now and rested her forehead against his while they caught their breath.
“Don’t go home yet. Call Lauren and let’s recreate that night.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
“You are such a goofball. As tempting as that sounds, I need to finish what I was saying before you distract me too much.”She gave him a quick peck on the lips and leaned back.
“But the distraction is so good. I can’t help myself.” He lifted a sexy, dark eyebrow in question. “Can we fool around a bit while you talk? I’m a great multitasker.”
“I’ll tell you what, if after I tell you everything I need to, you still want to fool around or more, then yes, we’ll go inside your place and I’ll make it worth your while.” She wiggled her brows back at him and smiled as she caressed the side of his face. I just hope I don’t ruin things first.
“Deal.”
“Lauren might not be too happy if she finds out the truth.”
“Really?” He looked at her in shock. “I find that hard to believe after her and Shelby practically pushed us together.” He smiled and kissed the back of her hand. “Remind me to thank them for that one day.”
 “I really hope you still feel that way after you hear what I have to say.”
“Quit stalling and just tell me already.”
“So you know I haven’t been feeling well lately, but what you don’t know is why she’s been on my case. She had some concerns that drove her to take me to the doctor in the first place.” She leaned way back in her chair and closed her eyes.
“Is she still hung up about the new apartment?”
“In a way, I guess, but right now what’s bothering her is her assumption that I might be pregnant.” She peeked in his direction to gauge his reaction.
He stiffened a bit on the seat next to her and sat straighter. “Wait, what?”
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New Release by Author Carolyn Wren!

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Please welcome Carolyn Wren to the blog to showcase her new release – Empathy! For anyone who comments, you will be entered to win a $5 Secret Cravings Voucher! Please don’t forget to leave your email address so the author can contact you if your name is chosen.
Carolyn Wren is the award winning author of the romantic suspense series, The Protectors.
Having spent her working life as a book-keeper and finance officer for international companies, she discovered a passion for fiction writing in 2009. Assuming it was some sort of mid-life crisis, she kept it a secret for six months. In an impulsive move, she entered The Emerald, a prestigious writing contest for unpublished authors run by the Romance Writers of Australia. Much to her utter shock, she won it. This was followed shortly after by a finalist placing in the unpublished division of the International Daphne Du Maurier Awards for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense.
After braving a submission letter to Secret Cravings Publishing, her debut published work Diplomat’s Daughter (Protectors Book 1) won the RWA ‘Ella’ award for novella of the year.
To date, The Protectors series has received four award nominations, resulting in two trophies.
Carolyn’s other works include a very naughty ghost erotic novella Ghosts of Grace Cottage that she wrote during a stormy winter day. Her new series, the murder mystery urban fantasy Emotional Chains is her latest writing obsession.
When not in front of the computer, you’ll find Carolyn glued to the TV. She loves classic 1960s spy dramas, and is a self-confessed sci-fi geek who owns every single Star Trek, Dr Who, and Buffy dvd ever made.
She lives in the hills of Western Australia with a husband she adores, and a varied assortment of native wildlife.
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What if you could sense the emotions of everyone around you?
What if you fell in love with someone you’d never even met?
Blurb
Oliver Lord belongs to one of three special families, empaths who feel emotions as a physical sense. Quiet and reserved, and accustomed to keeping his abilities hidden, Oliver is drawn inexorably to a woman he’s never met. The woman who made his brother’s last year of life so happy.
When Zoe Daniels, talented sculptor, loses her fiancé before their wedding, she can’t imagine finding love again, until she meets Jasper’s unknown brother, a man so different, yet so achingly familiar to the man she adored. What is Oliver’s secret, and why is he so determined to keep her at arm’s length?
A violent kidnapping and murder forces the empaths from the shadows to seek justice for one of their own. Oliver turns to Zoe, needing her comfort and love. Can she accept him for who he is?
Oliver and two powerful empathic friends need to track down the kidnappers before they strike again, but how do you solve a murder, when your only clue is emotion?

Excerpts
Zoe sat with her back to the tree as she always did, knees drawn up. Thin cords dangled from her ears, attached to the smart phone at her hip. Her feet tapped out a rhythm to a tune Oliver couldn’t hear. She put down the book in her hands and tilted her head to the dappled sunlight peeking through the branches. A smile lit her face as the beams played like mischievous children on her closed eyelids. The old forest was lush and vibrant, a calm oasis of another age. Jasper had always loved spending time here, lost in the peace and quiet. No doubt he’d brought Zoe here. That she’d feel close to him in this isolated place they’d shared was understandable.
Oliver shut his eyes and reached out to read her. If he looked deep inside, he could find the essence of the brother he missed so much. He tried not to. The first time it had seemed an intrusion, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself. She was warmth and goodness. Her calm was a soothing balm to his nerves and a link to a beloved lost sibling. He indulged himself and took a tiny moment. She’ll never know.
“Why don’t you come out from behind that tree?”
Oliver’s eyes flew open at the sound of her voice. He’d not planned on being seen, and normally when he chose that option, he wasn’t. It was a simple, foolproof empathic trick, one he’d been able to do since childhood. Remaining silent and unmoving, he projected a low level of emotion in her direction. Disinterest. Indifference. Boredom. Every gentle empathic nudge was designed to increase her need to walk away and not look back.
She continued to talk as she stood. Brushing leaves from her trousers, she walked toward him with determination in her blue eyes. “If you keep lurking, it just looks suspicious.”
The moment their gazes met, he caught a flare of something. Surprise? Confusion? Oliver regained his composure. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I was enjoying the sunshine. You looked as if you were deep in thought. I didn’t want to disturb your privacy.”
“What about all the other times? Were you concerned about my privacy then, too?”
She’d noticed him before? Oliver’s much vaulted confidence of his own abilities took a distinct dive. “I’m sorry. It’s a pleasant spot, somewhere I enjoy and find calming.” Only because you’re here. “I won’t intrude on your peace any longer.”
“Do I know you?” She tilted her head to one side. The filtered sun caught the blonde strands of her short feathered haircut, making them shine.
“No.”
“Do you know who I am?”
“No.”
“May I ask you another question?”
Oliver frowned. “Of course?”
“Why are you lying to me? And who were you to Jasper?”
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She sighed and leaned forward. “I’m about to tell you something. I would appreciate it if you’d listen with an open mind, because it’s going to shock you.”
Mike mirrored her position, leaning his elbows on the table. “Very little shocks me these days, Miss Baron.”
“I prefer Meredith, or Merri.”
He inclined his head in acknowledgement. “If you have information on this case, I need to hear it.”
She fiddled with the spoon from her chocolate. The first non-confident move he’d seen her make. “I think Freddy may have been killed because of abilities he had.”
“Abilities?”
“Freddy was empathic. He could feel emotions as a physical sense.”
Mike sagged, fighting a keen sense of disappointment and a growing anger. He thought they were on to something, but no. She was one of those loopy new-age nut jobs—a very beautiful new-age nut job.
“You don’t believe me.”
Mike shoved his coffee cup aside. “No, I don’t believe you, and if you’ve finished wasting my time, I have real work to do.”
“Wait,” she said as he stood.
“I’m a busy man, Miss Baron.”
“What happened in the alley?”
Mike hesitated with his palms flat on the table. “Nothing.”
“Liar. You had a panic attack.”
“Fine. I had a panic attack. I work ninety hours a week on a good week. I don’t eat or sleep properly, and I see a lot of terrible things. Sometimes the stress gets to me, okay?”
“I did it.”
“Bull dust.”
“This would be so much easier if you just believed me, but I see I’m going to have to prove it.”
“Prove what?” A rush of pure erotic heat raced through Mike’s body and headed straight between his legs. He sat down with a thud as those same limbs turned into wet noodles.
She leaned further across the table. “It’s funny, isn’t it, how we accept some emotions as a normal part of our daily life? Fear, pain, worry, anger, anxiety, guilt? We put them down as a standard occurrence caused by traffic jams, a suspicious person in our peripheral vision, a horrendous story on the evening news. You know what I mean, all sorts of things. But, sexual excitement? Desire? Lust? Arousal? Those we can’t explain away quite so easily, can we, detective?”
Her voice was a husky edged blade running over his skin. Heat. His whole body was a mass of pulsing aroused heat. Mike fought the almost uncontrollable urge to jerk his hips forward and sink into soft firm flesh. I’m having sex. Jesus, I feel like I’m having sex. All of the sensations were there. A series of highly carnal scenarios ran though his mind like a movie. Supple limbs wrapping around his, warm silky skin rubbing against him, moist lips panting with hot breath, fanning his face. His erection pressed against his zipper, and even that was unreasonably erotic. Mike was lost in a sensual storm, held captive by luminous blue eyes. The pressure built in his lower back, culminating in a blast of sensation, a tightening of his groin. Christ, I’m going to come.
Meredith broke eye contact, relaxed back in her chair, and picked up her hot chocolate.
Mikes impending orgasm, and all the associated sensations, vanished. He slumped against the table, heaving in great lungful’s of air. “Jesus Christ!”
“Nope. Just me.”
He gaped at her, his fingers curled into claws against the solid wood, and heart beating in double time. “What are you?”
The look she gave him was a mixture of exasperation and annoyance. “I’m not a what. I’m an empath. What do you say? Are you willing to listen to me now?”
“Yes,” he said, through a clenched jaw.
“Good.” She slid a gilt edged business card toward him, before standing and hitching a leather bag on her shoulder. “My place at eight tonight, address is on the card. Be prepared to listen. Oh, and Stone, drink your coffee. You look like you need it.”

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Author Ray Sostre’s Birthday Giveaway!

Author Ray Sostre’s Birthday Giveaway

I’m feeling very generous this week, and from August 31st thru Sept 6th, all of my self-published books will be for free on All Romance eBooks and Kobo.

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Time to Tumble with Devika Fernando!

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Today I welcome Devika Fernando to the gym! Just for commenting on the post, she will select TWO winners! Each will receive one of her featured books 🙂 profile picBefore we get started, we have to stretch first to prevent injury. Why don’t you share your favourite stretch with us?

Hi Kellie, thanks a lot for having me! I’m a lazy kitty most of the time, but exercise is good for the health, so I’m glad you’re coaching me. I used to do yoga, so what about stretching with the Surya Namaskar pose?

Very good! Time to let out your inner gymnast – if you could, what is the one gymnastics trick you’ve always wanted to learn?

Oh my… I was the chubby, clumsy kid at school who got the simplest things wrong in anything sports-related, so I’d basically have to answer with “all”. *lol* I think what I have the highest respect for are Olympic disciplines like artistic gymnastics on balance beam and uneven bars. I’m breaking my bones just watching those.

So, what apparatus would you like to start with? And may I remind you that playing in the foam pit is always reserved until the end of class.

Can we skip all of them? Pretty please? I need my bones intact for writing…

If you insist….  As a kid what kinds of sports did you participate in?

I had to do all sorts of gymnastics and sports during my high-school days in Germany. I hated it with a vengeance, to be honest. I do like some sports though: badminton, volleyball and hockey.

Good to have “active” interests! In gymnastics we have to keep in top physical condition. Writing is such a sedentary job. What do you do to keep in shape when you’re not typing out your next story?

In Germany, I used to go for longs walks with my husband at the weekends and sometimes play badminton in the park in the evenings. Here in Sri Lanka, it’s way too hot for that. We’ve bought an elliptical trainer, and I try to use it for some time every other day.

Right on! Let’s move onto the balance beam, shall we?

Argh, this is the stuff of nightmares… 😉 Glad I’m having you by my side.

Let’s take your mind off of how high this is and tell me when you decided to write to be published.

I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, but becoming a writer / an author was just a dream those days. I started my own content writing business for German and international customers in 2012. Last year (2013), I finally decided to make my dream come true and write my first novel, after doing lots of research on the romance genre, the market potential and self-publishing. I published my first book – When I see your Face – this year in March.

Fantastic! Care to take a swing on the bars?

Thanks, been about ten years since I last had to do this.

There ya go! To be good at gymnastics it takes perseverance and determination not unlike that of being a writer. Tell me how you get through those times when you feel like giving up.

You’re so right! There are times when a writer thinks “I am pathetic, my writing sucks, and I’ll never be successful at all”. I guess that’s natural. What helps me most is having a supportive husband and such wonderful author friends. Interacting on social media, reading something great, and reminding myself of how far I have come usually helps to overcome such lows.

Time to test your tumbling skills. What should we start with – a cartwheel or a roll?

I’ll just hunker down and you can kick me so I’ll roll. 😉

How about we take a break instead? Tell us about your newest book release.

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I’ve just published my second book and first paranormal romance novel, “Playing with Fire”, and I’m really excited about it. It’s book one of the “4 Elements of Love” series, and I’ve started writing on book 2.

Blurb:

If you’re playing with fire, prepare to get burned – or to fall in love.

Sparks fly when Felicia and Joshua meet. Discovering her inner fire and unleashing unimaginable powers makes her realize that all her life, she has been hiding her true self. When buildings burn and people are in danger, the tempting game of playing with fire becomes serious. Will their love and desperate struggle for control save her life, or will the fire magic turn itself against its mistress?

Excerpt:

Joshua took a last step closer until there wasn’t more than an inch or two of space between them and she could feel her heat and his coldness warring with each other, testing the boundaries for a chance to leap and attack – or to leap and dance.
When he leaned his face down, Felicia’s breath hitched and her pulse started racing. Inside her belly, the flames shot higher and higher, wanting the kiss that was surely about to happen.
“Don’t,” she whispered despite the almost aching desire to feel that connection again.
Stopping a hair’s breadth before her face, he whispered back, “Why?”
His cool breath that smelled as minty and wintry as the whole man brushed over her trembling lips.
Struggling to put her conflicting feelings into words, she blurted out, “You’ll get burned.”
That purely masculine, dangerous grin tugged at his lips which were so enticingly close that she could almost taste them.
“What if I enjoy playing with fire?” he asked, voice deep and low and full of promise.

Sounds great! Gymnastics was my first passion. Then I found writing. What are your passions other than writing?

Reading, reading and reading. Oh, did I mention reading? *lol* I also love languages and animals.

Since our time in the gym is almost up – what is one thing you’d like to try before we’re done? How about in life – what is one thing you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t yet?

Hm, let’s try some rhythmic gymnastics to a great song!  But only if you promise not to laugh, because I have two left feet.

As for life: swimming in the ocean. I’m not a very good swimmer, so I stick to pools, but living in Sri Lanka has rekindled my love for the sea, and I really want to try it out one day.

Thanks for visiting the gym! All the best with your books 🙂

Thanks so much for this chance, it was fun! *limps off with a big smile on her face*

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http://www.devikafernando.com

https://twitter.com/Author_Devika

https://www.facebook.com/devikafernandoauthor

 

Buy Links

When I see your Face

http://smarturl.it/wheniseeyourface

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/415664

Playing with Fire

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LYMQ9NK

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/459630

 

Giveaway with Eden Glenn!

Read about two of her newest releases and comment for a chance to win one of three of her titles: Emma’s New Year, Shifter’s Legacy, OR Dragon Guardian!

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Emma’s New Year by Eden Glenn

Publisher: Rebel Ink Press www.rebelinkpress.com

Contemporary F/F Short Novellette

Emma Reed needs a change from her stale boring straight life. Her lesbian friend drags her to a gay New Year’s Eve dance. There she meets butchy El Westin, out of her league and out of her comfort zone. The unexpected kiss at midnight makes Emma’s outlook start to sparkle and get interesting again. Emma has a choice to make. Is this a night of possibilities influenced by the magic of a borrowed amethyst necklace or is it a resolution in the making?

Emma’s New Year available July 10 from all fine Ebook sites.  Go to author’s webpage for links to your favorite ebook vendors.

Other F/F Erotic Romance written by Eden Glenn

Contemporary: “Beverly’s Secret”; Paranormal: “Dar’kind Promises”, “Phoenix Reborn”

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“The Amethyst Desire Collection Vol 4″

Novella M/F/M Menage’ Erotic Paranormal Romance The complications of the birth of their first child, demands of mothering and keeping her wolf rescue running leaves Addison feeling less like a sexy mate and more like a saggy mom. Duncan’s stranded in the quaint (er…hole in the wall) north Florida town waiting on a part to repair his motorcycle. Addison and her curvy little ass are a significant interruption to his fence building chores. Nathan, her husband, purchases an amethyst pendant from Salynne’s Crystals and Thyme and whether magic or chemistry, Sparks ignite between the three of them.

Available from: AMAZON       BARNES AND NOBLE ALL ROMANCE E BOOKS

BIO

Eden is a multi published author of  erotic romance stories: GLTB, M/M (Male/Male); F/F (Female/Female); Menage’ (M/F/M & M/M/F and M/F/F; M/F/M/M; and Hot Hot Hot M/F) in a variety of subgenres: historic, contemporary, and paranormal.

She and her partner “the Lady Librarian” live in the eastern lee of the smoky mountains outside of Asheville, NC in a quaint southern home they’ve named Misselthwaite. Their household is owned by a cat and a lovable nuisance of a dog that should be in Japan. Eden has blue eyes, but her hair color is subject to change without notice. When she’s not writing she enjoys being Garden Goddess and exploring the Blue Ridge Mountains on her motorcycle.

Other Menage titles by Eden Glenn:  “Raynia’s Magic” (contemporary); “Dragon Guardian” (paranormal). Links to your favorite E-book/print vendor may be found at Eden’s website.

www.edenglenn.com

Romance So Hot It Burns Off The Page

Indulge Your Guilty Pleasure In Time for Summer!

To celebrate the release of GUILTY AS SIN and SOLSTICE SURPRISE which came out a month apart, I want to have a GIVEAWAY!!!

To enter, all you have to do is follow the Rafflecopter instructions. You can enter every day until the giveaway ends!

Since my work schedule is about to change, I’m making it my mission to make a dent in my TBR pile this summer 🙂 Here’s what’s on my list:

1. It Happened One Wedding by Julie James

2. Checking it Twice by Jodi Redford

3. Meant to Be, Up to the Challenge and Home to Stay by Terri Osborn – all in the Anchor Island Novel series

4. One Year to Forever by Lori Leger 

Tell me what’s on your list?

I hope you consider adding one of my books to your pile! My newest ones with excerpts are listed below. One is erotic romance, the other paranormal sweet 🙂 Two great stories, a little something for everyone!

Guilty As Sin

When it comes to the woman he loves, he’s as guilty as sin.

EROTIC ROMANCE:

Sinclair sucked in a breath as the top snagged on her beaded nipples for a second, the built-in bra dissolving as the shirt slid down her torso. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, believe me, I want to.” Cherie wriggled her hips, and in a dull swish of clothing, jeans, shirt and panties pooled on the floor at her feet.

His erection grew as his eyes roamed over her body from head to toe. Nude, she posed in front of him, one hand on jutted hip. He watched her breasts rise and fall with each panting breath. She lifted her chin, and he took the hint, unzipping his jeans, and sliding the material down over his hips, lifting his ass to remove them altogether. He lowered himself into the seat a little more, cock straining against his boxer briefs.

She tilted her head in a coy gesture. “It’s not a fair fight.”

With a chuckle, he stripped off his underwear, allowing his cock to spring to attention. The scent of her arousal wafted over to him, assaulting his senses. He extracted a condom from the wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, and rolled it down his dick.

Swaying her hips, she sauntered toward him, and reached for his T-shirt. He lifted his arms for her to take it off.

His arms circled her waist. “Come here, baby.”

An ear-to-ear grin on her face, Cherie climbed onto his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs, hands resting on his shoulders.

Sinclair gripped her hips, guiding her pussy until she was poised over his cock which strained to get inside her. He searched her eyes for any sign of hesitation. “You sure?” he asked.

“Absolutely.” She lowered her hips until the plump head of his cock probed her slick entrance. Her hot, wet pussy melted around his hard shaft as he slid home. Her head tipped back, eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

“Fuck, baby.” Sinclair panted, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, his tongue licking a path along the ridge and up the column of her throat. He resisted the urge to flip her to her back and fuck her like an animal in heat. “I’ve missed you.”

The tears shining in her eyes tugged at his heart. “I’ve missed you, too, Sin,” she whispered, using the nickname she’d given him as a play on his fighting name, “Sinister Three”.

“Ride me, Sweetheart. Now.”

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Destiny is never what you imagine.

PARANORMAL ROMANCE:

When they reached the creek edge which ran through the property where Kaleb lived they stopped, huffing and puffing from their efforts. Kayla glanced at Kaleb and he nodded. In silence, they picked up skipping stones, and proceeded to skim them across the water.

Did Dawn ever tell you the kissing hand story? Kayla directed her thoughts into Kaleb’s head.

Kaleb threw a rock into the middle of the creek, watching the ensuing splash, counting the ripples. Curious, he tilted his head and nodded at Kayla to continue.

Marabel said that when we have to leave people we can kiss their hand and then they carry our love with them.

Intrigued, Kaleb squinted at his friend. Really?

Kayla nodded. Uh-huh.

Does it work?

Marabel said so. She wouldn’t lie.

Kaleb sighed. I don’t want you to leave.

Kayla shrugged. I have to some times. So do you. We always come back.

Kaleb hung his head. I know. But I don’t like it when you’re gone.

Me neither. Kayla threw a rock as hard as she could to see how far it would go. She nodded in satisfaction when it almost reached the other side of the creek. Marabel keeps telling me I have things to learn. I don’t know what she means.

Something about work. Kaleb’s voice grumbled inside her head.

That’s all the grown-ups talk about—work, Love, Light. Kayla tilted her face up to the sun, eyes closed, absorbing the heat into her skin. I just wanna fly!

I know you do. Kaleb chuckled inside her head. One day.

Kayla opened her eyes, and threw herself at Kaleb, wrapping her tiny arms around him. He squeezed her tight in return. Kayla broke their embrace and took hold of Kaleb’s left hand. Lifting his palm to her lips, she placed a smooshy little girl kiss in the centre. I love you.

Kaleb did the same to her hand. I love you, Kayla.

She grinned. I know.

 
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Secret Cravings Publishing Contemporary Blog Hop

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Hey everyone! Welcome to the Secret Cravings Publishing Contemporary Romance Blog Hop!

Good timing as it’s two of my children’s birthdays, and I’m giving them gifts, I’ll give people who stop by my blog a chance to win a gift!!

Up for grabs on my blog are copies of my first novel series LOVE and BALANCE! (Your choice in either print or ebook, and any copy can be signed)

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The Perfect ScoreTumbling HeartsI’ll also send along some other swag like chocolate, a poster of the Body Heat Canada Men and a few other goodies! Please leave your email address in the comments in order for me to contact you so you can claim your prize!

May 14, I’ll be traveling to New Orleans for the RT Convention where I’ll be attending Club RT for a specified time with the handsome cover model Scott Nova! If you are attending the con, stop by for a chance to win swag from my latest release PLEASURE ISLAND! (Now available in ebook and audio. Check out the Books section of the site.)

Soon I’ll be celebrating the release of Guilty as Sin so watch for that too!

And to win more fabulous prizes, visit the Secret Cravings Contemporary blog hop to view the other author’s participating in the hop and to win prizes on their sites!

Happy Hopping!!

Her Chocolate Fantasy

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A warm welcome to friend & fellow author Jamallah Bergman! She’ll be giving away a signed paperback copy of Her Chocolate Fantasy to a lucky commenter too! Please sit back for a moment, learn a little about her and her book, then tell us:

What is your ultimate fantasy?

Bio:

Writer Jamallah Bergman was born in Jamaica Queens, New York. Although her family moved around a bit; from New York to Alabama to Georgia. Jamallah’s childhood was mostly spent in Roswell, Georgia.

At the age of twelve, Jamallah started writing scripts for her doll babies. As she got older, her inclination to write grew.

Soon after reading her first romance novel at fifteen; she became hooked on romance and deviated from writing her doll baby stories, to romantically inclined stories.

Her thirst to write eventually sent her from one out of the box experience to another. She eventually engaged her thoughts and writing into writing erotic stories.

As Jamallah’s interest as a reader grew, questions aroused her curiosity. Why were the heroines in the stories she loved so much, nothing like herself. She felt none of the women were full figured, or plump. To coin a phrase from the well-known comedienne Mo’Nique, like “Thick Madame”, a thick and curvy woman.

Often she became upset because she felt there should be stories out there about all types of women, including thick, beautiful women like herself. Why were there no stories about full figured women who got the handsome hunk? She would ask herself after reading another romance story where the beautiful main character was thin.

After researching and finding very few stories about curvy women, Jamallah thought it was time the romance readers market read more stories about full figured heroines.

She started to write stories where the full figured woman ‘ALWAYS’ got her man!

 

Her Chocolate Fantasy

Hello my name is Sarah Alexander…..and I’m a chocoholic

I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember…..

Chocolate has been my passion since I was young and even as an adult, I dream about this yummy confection.

Well I don’t always dream of chocolate though…..

I do dream about Max Taylor, one of the executives in the office where I work at as a file clerk.

I mean who wouldn’t want to dream about a man who sends my heart racing every time I would look his way.

Soon Max and I get to know one another and we both realize that we have one thing in common with one another besides our love for one another…..

An obsession over chocolate…..

HER CHOCOLATE FANTASY is a story about what happens when you get two chocoholics together…..and all of the hot sweetness that happens in between.

 

 

Excerpt

We continued laughing and talking, but when the waitress brought out our dessert, all laughing ceased, and I simply stared at what she set on our table. The dessert was like nothing I had ever seen. Have you ever had one of those out-of-body experiences? Where your soul just leaves your body and you’re floating overhead, looking at yourself? Well, I didn’t have one of those—this was something that would never be documented…ever.

The dessert filled a huge champagne glass, topped off with whip cream, dark cherries, and chocolate shavings. I could see the different layers of whipped cream and what looked like either chocolate pudding or mousse, along with dark cherries. I couldn’t do anything but stare in shock, my mouth gaping over what I was seeing before me. I looked over at Max, who was obviously trying to suppress his laughter by covering his mouth.

“Please tell me you don’t eat this entire thing by yourself,” I said.

He shook his head, still holding his hand over his mouth, while he looked back and forth between me and the dessert. I honestly didn’t want to eat the damn thing; it was too beautiful to disturb. Grabbing my purse, I took my phone out, and like an idiot, I took a picture. No one would have believed me if I told them how gorgeous it was. As I snapped the picture, Max leaned into my view, his head beside the champagne glass, and a goofy look on his face. I started laughing as I put the phone down, and soon we both grabbed our spoons to dig into the decadent confection. I found out that the chef used chocolate mousse rather than pudding, but I honestly didn’t care; every bite I took was like heaven on earth.

As we ate, every once in a while, I would look over at Max, and it seemed he was watching me while we ate. My gaze fell to his lips, and I stared as the spoon entered his mouth. I couldn’t help but watch him, taking in the way the spoon would enter his mouth, only to slowly exit from between his lips and then he’d lick off the remaining cream. His movements were so sensual, I had to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs tightly together. The sensation I experienced while watching him perform such a seemingly innocent act intensified each time he licked his full lips.

 

BUY LINKS

AMAZON: http://www.amazon.com/Her-Chocolate-Fantasy-Jamallah-Bergman-ebook/dp/B00IG8LP52/ref=la_B006HT16WY_sp-atf_title_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1392741324&sr=1-3

SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/408807

 

WEBLINKS

Website: http://jamallahbergmansstoriesoflove.weebly.com/

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Jamallah-Bergman/e/B006HT16WY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

Twitter: @silentbutloud1

Email: jamallahbergman73@gmail.com

Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/jamallahbergmanauthor

My Romance Novel Center Profile: http://www.romancenovelcenter.com/jamallahbergman

Kindlegraph: http://www.kindlegraph.com/authors/silentbutloud1

 

Pleasure Island Retreat

Pleasure Island

Chelsea Hunter didn’t come to the resort looking for sex. Jake Davis intends to change her mind. Will they be able to turn up the heat, or will their visit to Pleasure Island leave them cold?

After finalizing her divorce, Chelsea Hunter came to the resort island of Paradise for some peace and quiet so she could figure out what her next step would be. She hadn’t expected to find herself at an exotic hotel dedicated to pleasures of the flesh. Too bad she doesn’t want sex.

Jake Davis is back in Paradise after visiting a year ago when his own marriage fell apart. This time his fantasy is to guide a woman through her sexual journey. He hadn’t counted on being paired with the only woman in Paradise who prefers privacy over pleasure! Will Jake be able to discover what Chelsea truly needs, or will their journey to Paradise remain unfulfilled?

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If you want to get the jump on it, you can get a copy on Amazon!

I am super excited to be re-releasing this book with bonus material and in audio as well! To celebrate, I’m giving away some HOT stuff!

Venus Micro-Wireless Butterfly toy

Pink Cherry Passion Kit

Lindt Chocolate Bar (with Almonds)

Audio CD of SECRETS AND DESIRES OF THE HEART (written and narrated by me)

Signed print copy of Rebound (if you already have this, I’ll substitute it for another book)

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All you’ve got to do is tell me about your most memorable vacation! I’ve tried to make it easy to follow the Rafflecopter directions for you to enter multiple times all week long. And who doesn’t like multiples?? So, let’s chat and retreat to Pleasure Island!

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