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Review of A Fine Profession By Sarah Michelle Lynch







A mysterious woman tells her tale to the private investigator sent to find her…
Lottie reveals the tragic events that led her into the arms of a community of free-loving people. Within the secretive confines of the Lodge, she has a chance to be herself and escape the banality of her day job.
A ménage à trois doesn’t work out how she expected and she leaves behind the friends who helped her find her creativity. She goes on to explore her need for control, adopting the guise of a domme. But a domineering man arrives in her life and overthrows everything she previously believed. He is unforthcoming about his past – but we never discover the reasons. We know they were parted, but why?
Part one of a two-part story.
Concluded in A Fine Pursuit




In the sequel to A Fine Profession…
They were two souls wandering aimlessly until they met; their collision instant, categorical and unforgettable. Yet, their powerful sexual chemistry was still not enough to bind them together. Lottie provided her version of the story, now Noah gives us his…
Noah Yeardley, the inimitable investment banker who captured the Chambermaid’s heart, is a man misunderstood and wronged. With their love story circulating, he feels raw and useless. As he comes to terms with the death of his father and all that passed on with him, he knows The Pursuit is something he has a fine grasp of ‒ and is determined to do whatever it takes to bring back the only woman to truly sink herself into his heart.
When he is presented with a second chance, a long summer of hot dream dates, devastating confessions and shocking revelations await – but is the fantasy about to become a reality, or will Noah’s past make it impossible for him to forge a new life with Charlotte?
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Reviewed by Rachel

First off I loved the cover…. then I turned to the contents page and was a little taken back with all the Prolgue which was 7 chapters, then a second set of chapters with intro and rules, then more rules in the third part, I was thinking I’m never going to get into this book! However once I started reading I got totally engrossed in the story and was reading well into the night again!


Charlotte is a complex character who had suffered Illness and tragedy but then finding her sexuality and transforming into Lottie. Lotties’ story really did keep me interested and the Author had developed all the characters well. I felt like the story was vivid enough to paint a picture of what was going on and that really helped me enjoy it. I’m hesitant to give too much away so all I’ll say is …….

A chambermaid

A Private investigator

A love story

A hot and seductive read

A book that had me gripped and I would easily recommend.

I  have read a lot of erotic books and this story has stuck with me, it’s a strong and unique book. I haven’t started Noah’s side of the story yet but I will be reading it!


Sarah Michelle Lynch is a mother, wife, writer and editor. She worked for the Press Association for several years.
She lives in Yorkshire and has been writing all her life, but never took herself seriously until her first novel emerged during a long period of maternity leave.


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Monday, March 31st: Rising from the Ashes by Jessica Prince – Blitz and Giveaway –

Rising from the Ashes



Book Title: Rising from the Ashes
Author: Jessica Prince
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 25, 2014
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People make mistakes when they’re young, but how they choose to come back from those mistakes is what matters in the end.

Savannah Morgan found true love at a very early age, but one rash decision — one that she would regret for the rest of her life — was all it took to end her relationship with the love of her life.

For seven years, Jeremy Matthews has accepted being “”just friends”” with the only woman he’s ever loved. Finally deciding that enough is enough, Jeremy relentlessly pursues Savannah until he forces her to see just how right they are for each other.

When Savannah’s past mistake is revealed, threatening the future she so desperately wants, the fate of their relationship lies in Jeremy’s hands. Will he be able to forgive Savannah, or is the relationship truly over?

When struggles and obstacles threaten the foundation of Savannah and Jeremy’s relationship, will they choose to let each other go, or rise from the ashes of the past to claim their happiness?






I looked back out my window at Jeremy, taking in the broad chest, ripped abs, and muscular arms pushing the mower around my front lawn. Sweat was running down his sexy-as-sin torso, pulling my eyes to the worn out jeans that were resting low on his hips. The white T-shirt he’d shown up in earlier had been discarded and was hanging out the waistband of the back of his pants. He was a walking advertisement for sex, and even my neighbors couldn’t help but come outside to appreciate him.

I let out a sexually repressed sigh and went back to my conversation with Lizzy. “He’s bulked up a bit over the years, but yeah, for the most part, he’s always been pretty cut.”

She was silent for several seconds. “No offense, babe, but how in the ever-living hell did you give up having sex with that for the past seven years?”

I leaned my head against the glass and squeezed my eyes shut. “With an iron will.”

She started laughing on the other end of the phone. “How’s that working out for ya right now?”

“Well, considering I’m two seconds from knocking his ass out just so I can take advantage of him, I’d say not so good.”

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Jessica was born and raised in Texas—where she’ll stay because she claims the cost of living in Texas excuses the god-awful weather. She is first and foremost a wife and mother. Because of those two things, she’s also a self proclaimed wino and coffee addict.
She’s always been and avid lover of all types of books, but romances are her main favorites.
Jessica’s husband likes to say reading is her obsession, but she likes to call it her passion…there’s a difference.





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Logan’s Redemption by Cara Marsi ~Blog Tour ~












Doriana Callahan’s life is unraveling. Someone is stalking her and sabotaging her father’s company; her teenage son is rebelling; and Logan Tanner is back in town. For sixteen years she’s kept an explosive secret from Logan, a secret he soon discovers. Logan never belonged in Doriana’s world, but a long time ago he allowed himself to dream of a future with her, until the awful night he was forced to run. Now he’s back and he needs her forgiveness, but first he must forgive himself. Despite the fact that Doriana kept the existence of his son from him, Logan vows to protect her.

He races against time to stop the culprit threatening Doriana and works to forge a bond with his son. Can the love and passion that still burn between Doriana and Logan overcome old lies and new dangers? The clock is ticking on a second chance at love.

“Right away, author Cara Marsi sets the stage for an intriguing romantic suspense in Logan’s Redemption. With loveable characters, an engaging plot, and a few twists along the way, Marsi hit her mark with the first book in her Redemption series.” ~ Romance Reviews by Authors

“Logan’s Redemption has all the elements that keep the pages turning: passion, romance, thrills and suspense…” ~ Fallen Angel Reviews.

“Logan’s Redemption by Cara Marsi is a great read, plain and simple ~ My Romance Story Reviews

Logan’s Redemption

Cara Marsi




“You’ve never changed your opinion of me, have you?” he asked in a hard voice.  “I’m still the boy from the bad neighborhood, not fit to be a father to your son.”  With a contemptuous glance, he turned away and strode to the fireplace.  He leaned on the mantel, his profile to her.  His chest rose and fell with his shallow breathing.

Doriana studied him.  His jaw set in a tight line.  His entire body looked coiled and ready to fight.  Or maybe flee.  Tears sprang to her eyes.  They’d come so far in the last weeks.  How had it all gone so terribly wrong?

“What do you want, Logan?”  She tangled her fingers through the long strand of pearls she wore, trying to rein in the anxiety that churned her stomach.

Logan’s hazel gaze impaled her.  “I want to be in Josh’s life.”

“What?”  She yanked on the pearl necklace.  The strand came apart in her hands.  She watched helplessly as beads rolled all over the floor.  My life is coming apart the same way.  She raised her gaze to find a stony-faced Logan staring at her with unyielding eyes.

“What’s your answer?”  He spit the words out.

“How long will you be in his life, Logan?  You’ll leave again and what will happen to Josh?  I will not see him hurt.”

Loganwas at her side in an instant.  He grasped her shoulders.  She winced at the anger in his eyes.  The twinkling lights of the tree reflected on the golden stubble of his beard, mocking the tension that arced between them like an electrical current.

“I’m Josh’s father,” he rasped.  “I’m not some stranger, here one day and gone the next.”

“Aren’t you?”  She bit down on her lip.  Hurt shattered the chiseled planes of Logan’s face.  She glimpsed the vulnerable young boy he’d once been, the boy she’d fallen in love with.  He released her as if he couldn’t bear to touch her.  Her throat thickened with tears.

“So that’s it.”  The quiet calmness of his voice damned her more than shouts.  “I’ve never been more than a temporary diversion to you.”

“That’s not true,” she whispered.  “I loved you.  I ….”   She stopped herself before she blurted that she loved him now.

“Do you really know what love is?”  His gaze raked her.  “You have no problem giving your body to me, but I’m not worth bothering with on any other level.”

Fury and pain pierced her like a carpenter’s awl.  “How dare you talk to me like that?”

He released a breath.  “I’m sorry.  I was out of line.”  Sadness creased his features.  “I just want to be in my son’s life.”

“How do I know you’ll be around for him?”

“Trust me.  Damn it, just trust me.”

Could she trust him?  Maybe she should ask him to stay.  What if he said no?  Could she take that chance?  Her insides shook.  “I can’t.”

“You can’t trust me?”  Steel hardened his voice.

She shook her head.  “No, that’s not it.”

“Then what is it, Dorie?”

Words dried in her throat.  He had to want her enough to never leave again.  She wouldn’t beg.

“Damn you,” he said in a thick whisper.

He pulled her to him and took her lips in a bruising kiss.  She held herself tight, resisting his pull.  His relentless lips demanded her surrender.  She could no more fight him than she could stop breathing.  And she loved him.  She twisted her arms around his neck and urged his lips apart with her tongue.

He let out a low groan.  His lips softened against hers and he opened his mouth for her.  He tasted like cinnamon coffee and mint.  She pressed closer.  He might leave and break her heart.  But he belonged to her now.

They slid to the floor together.  He leaned over her, his eyes dark and mysterious in the soft Christmas lights.  His unique scent of male and citrus mingled with the pine of the tree.  Those scents would forever remind her of Logan.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down.  Molding her body to his, she kissed him with all the love and hope she couldn’t voice.  His taut frame covered her.  The urgency of his mouth and tongue excited her to a new wildness.  She would love him tonight with all she had to give.

His mouth plundered hers while his hands wandered down her body, massaging, stroking, driving her crazy with want.  Her soft cries filled the quiet room.

He leaned on his elbows and looked down at her.  Desire darkened his eyes, but something else stirred deep in the gold-flecked depths, something that reached out to the longings in her soul.  “Love me tonight, Logan,” she whispered.

“God help me, but I need you.” He undressed her and flung her clothes aside.  His own quickly followed.

She lay down again and held her arms out to him.  He lowered himself on top of her.  His flesh burned her heated skin.  The wool of the Oriental rug pressed into her bare back.  The slight pain intensified her passion for him.

“Now,” she whispered.  She wrapped her hand around his hard penis and guided him to her.  He entered her, taking her with a possessiveness that inflamed her.  Arching her hips against his, she molded her body to his.  She belonged to Logan.  Only this moment mattered.  She met his every hard thrust, urging him with her body to make her his forever.  She barely recognized the sound of her voice crying out his name.

He cupped her bottom, lifting her to meet him, driving deeper and deeper into her.

Her climax erupted, fast and furious, like a shower of dazzling stars, shooting her into the sky.  The lights from the tree overhead blurred and danced before her eyes.

Loganshuddered with his own climax.  She clung to him, running her hands over his muscled back, reveling in his heat and masculinity.

He collapsed on top of her.  The fragrance of pine joined with the musk of their lovemaking.

She wound her arms around Logan’s neck and closed her eyes.  She would sear this moment onto her brain.


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Cara Marsi, an award-winning author and self-proclaimed TV junkie, is a former corporate drone and cubicle dweller. Freed of her fabric-covered cage, she can now indulge her love of all things romance. She craves books with happy endings and loves to write about independent heroines and the strong heroes who love them. And she loves to put her characters in dangerous situations or situations merely dangerous to their hearts and watch them fight for the happy endings they deserve.

An eclectic author, Cara is published in romantic suspense, paranormal romance, and contemporary romance. She’s also published numerous short romance stories in national women’s magazines and online. When not traveling or dreaming of traveling, Cara and her husband live on the East Coast in a house ruled by their fat black diva of a cat named Killer.


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Cover Reveal of Melted & Shattered by Emily Eck.

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Melted & Shattered by Emily Eck

Melted & Shattered (L & J #2)
By: Emily Eck
Publication Date: April 21, 2014
Genre: Romance/Trilogy
Cover Designer: Melody Simmons




Elle was never broken.

She wasn’t shattered.

And she sure as hell never needed to be saved.

That is,

until she found out what the aftermath of love was capable of causing.

Doing her best to stay afloat amidst the sh!t storm that has become her life, Elle is hanging on by a thread. Between worrying about Fernie’s precarious future, an incident with a Shemar Moore look-alike gone terribly wrong, and an inability to let go of her feelings for J, Elle just can’t seem to get her head straight.

Deciding a change of atmosphere is what she needs, Elle heads to Mexico to study abroad for a semester.

She has no idea that she is walking into an even worse storm.

One that involves a pissed off MC President, a ruthless drug cartel, and a man willing to die to have her light.

***This is the 2nd book in the series L&J – cannot be read as a stand-alone***





Steel & Ice (L&J #1)
J Speaks (L&J #1.5)


“I came here, baby, to tell you I love
you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
He inhaled sharply, but said in an even voice. “And I can’t lose you
before the greatest fight I will ever wage.”
Redemption. Could I absolve him? I lay in
a hospital bed for two weeks. All of it at his hands. I’d been marred, though
the scar on my skin was not the worst damage. It was a reminder of the scar I’d
carried inside. Could he erase that scar? Could he heal a wound one could not
There was silence, deafening silence. I
tried to keep it together. I used every ounce of energy I had to keep the fire
at a low flame, but it blazed through me. He would’ve shot my kid, and I
couldn’t let that happen. These kids, they’d become my lifeline. My light.
“Without those kids, I’m just as dark as
you.” I said emotionlessly, empty. These last few weeks of pretending during
the day, only to come home and sob until sleep graced me was maddening. “I’ve
got nothing left to give you, J. Nothing.”
 I hung
my head, losing the fight with the tears that had been threatening to erupt
since J arrived. “I can’t be your light, when I have none.”
We lay on the floor, two damaged bodies
searching for the light. J pulled my head into his hands, bringing us face to
face. I could feel his breath against my lips. “You were a comet that bust into
my life out of no where” he whispered. “I begged for you. On my knees in the
dirt, I groveled to the sky to bring me light. And there you were, at Eight Oh
Eight, staring up at me, even though I knew you couldn’t see through the
window. I saw you, though. Elle, I saw you long before you saw me.”
“How could I love a killer?”
“How much pain was worth loving this man?
“Please, baby.
Please. I need you. I love you. I can’t go into this without knowing you’ll be
here when I return.”
“I’m not sure what
to say. I want to tell you I’ll wait. That I’ll be here, waiting like a good
girl for you. I want to because I love you. Fuck, I love you.” I turned,
finally ready to look him in the eye. “I don’t know where I’ll be. I can’t tell
you that. But I can tell you that I love the fuck out of you, and no matter how
much I try to stop,” I paused. Fuck this mother fucker. Fuck! God, why was he
doing this to me? Angry tears, sad tears, hopeless tears, tears filled with
longing fell from my eyes. J caught then with his thumb, but there were too
many. They ran over his fingers like a waterfall.
“Fuck, J. I don’t
want you to die.”
He pulled me to him,
and I inhaled his scent. I’d never be able to smell Acqua di mother fucking Gio
again and not think of him. Today it was mixed with the smell of exhaust, like
he’d been riding around all night. For what felt like the gazillionth time, I
crumbled into his arms. How did two times come to be a number exponentially


“I don’t want to
die, baby. I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to wake up next to you.
I’m fighting this war for you. To be with you.”


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Emily is a Midwestern Gal, but could be anywhere as you read this. She gypsy’s the country, as well as south of the border. Adventure feeds her soul, and offers great writing material.

She loves kids and working with kids, but can only handle caring for four-legged furry friends. A crazy dog and laid back cat have trained her to be their partner in life.

Vices include Swedish Fish, ignoring chores in favor of reading, and caring too much for people in her life. She chose to write this bio in third person as she is an Aries, and found writing in first person ended up with her writing an excessively long life story.

Aries like to talk about themselves. It is something Emily is working on being more mindful of.





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Heaven in You by Elizabeth Corva ~ cover reveal

2003 was a wild year for Jasmine Ashcroft and Jonathan Fox. Betrayal. Tragedy. Breakups. Reunions. And way too many long-haul flights. Now Jasmine and Jonathan just want to get away from it all for a little while. What better place to celebrate their first Christmas together than an out-of-the-way cabana in the Riviera Maya? No electricity, no phones, no paparazzi. Just sea, sunshine, and–hopefully–lots of shagging.
But like the most tenacious of groupies, mayhem follows the Strange Angels frontman everywhere…even to paradise. If Kit and his Wild One want their newfound relationship to survive this vacation, they’re going to need a lot of trust, strength, and patience. And tequila. Mucho tequila.


Warning! This novella is for readers 18+ only due to drug references, mature language, and lots of steamy Rock star sex.


Elizabeth Corva worked in the music industry for 14 years before moving to the relatively sane and stable world of defense contracting. She has collected a road case full of stories that she uses as inspiration for her novels.

A Million Miles Away

Give in to the Night

The Angel Interceptor series was conceived as the sun was setting on Hair Metal, born during the early days of fictionpress, and came of age in 2013 when the author finally worked up the nerve to try self-publishing. All of Elizabeth’s works are dedicated to the men who play Metal and the women who love them, even though they should know better. 


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Indulging In Irelyn by D.L.Raver ~ Blog Tour with First chapter! ~

Don’t read this book if you hate f**ked up alpha males, strong female leads, hot sex, and a kismet love story six years in the making.
Oh yeah and a plot twist that will leave you reeling.


NFL quarterback, Zolt Hamil was America’s heartthrob until a career ending injury changed his life. Years later, he’s picked up the pieces and carved out a new path for himself. But the mental and physical scars of that day have left him moody and reclusive, and his only relief is indulging in pleasure and pain with his many one night stands. Though many women have tried, Zolt refuses to care about any of them. Only one woman has his heart; a hallucination of a young, sable-eyed, blonde beauty whom he conjured that painful day on the football field.

On the first day at his new job at a law firm in Scottsdale, Arizona, Zolt comes face to face with his hallucination, Irelyn Wilkes. Their fateful connection, and explosive passion for each other pulls them together, and this time, Zolt refuses to let her slip from his life.

But Irelyn has her own demons to fight and her controlling boyfriend is one of them. He doesn’t take kindly to other people playing with his toys, and he’ll stop at nothing to keep her by his side.

Can Irelyn and Zolt defy the odds and find a way to be together? Or, will the events set in motion years ago keep them apart forever?

Chapter #1
I ran my hand along her naked arm as I
moved toward the bindings that had her securely fastened to my wrought iron,
four-poster bed. She’d been tethered there for over thirty minutes, and now
that the sex was over, I imagined her arms and legs were probably beginning to
ache as the adrenaline left her body.
Miss No-Name Brunette rubbed her arms and
legs after I released her. I didn’t need or want to know her name. I’d never
see her again so what was the point.
She watched me gather my clothes; her eyes
roaming appreciatively over my body.
“So, John, when can I see you again? You’re
amazing.” She licked her plump lips as her eyes traveled over my naked body,
stopping when she noticed the nasty scars on my left shin. Small gray eyes
darted to mine, and I saw the pity setting in. Pity was a deal breaker for me.
“We can’t,” I said and threw her clothes on
the bed.
“Why?” Her bottom lip jutted out in
disappointment. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself? You seemed to be having a great
“It was fine, uh—”
“Nancy. My name is Nancy.”
I shrugged. “Right. Nancy. I don’t do
repeat performances. Ever.”
“Don’t take it personally. It’s just the
way things are.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she scowled at me.
Then, she climbed off the bed and pulled on her clothes. “I don’t understand.
Are you married or something?”
“Nope. Not married or anything else that
concerns you. I’m just not interested. Tonight was great. Really. I enjoyed the
shit out of myself. Fucking you was exactly what I needed. Thanks.”
“How am I supposed to get home? I left my
car at the club,” she whined.
“There’s a cab waiting to take you anywhere
you want. I’ve already paid the fare.” I shrugged again. This was the
bothersome part of operating this way. They always wanted to see me again, and
my answer was always no.
“I should have known when you wouldn’t kiss
me there was something wrong with you. I bet your name isn’t even John. Do you
even live here?” Whatever-her-name yanked on her shoes, and then stood with her
arms crossed over her chest.
“No, I don’t live here. And, darlin’, my
name is whatever you want it to be.”
“Come on, now. We both had fun.” I flashed
her my megawatt smile. “I’m pretty sure you came at least three times. It’s all
good, and now, it’s all over.”
I walked to her side and gently took her
arm, guiding her to the door.
“But I let you restrain me!” She stamped
her foot as I opened the front door.
“You did and wasn’t it fun? Maybe you can
find a man that will be as adventurous. Now, off you go, Sally. Bye, bye.”
“Nancy!” she shouted as I closed the door
on her. I could still hear grumbling as she walked away.
 “Ugh.” Leaning against the door, I let out a
long sigh. It would be a while before I could go back to that club. Too bad it
ended the same every time. But I understood why. Women saw me as a catch. I
knew I was attractive. It wasn’t conceit, either. It was a fact of life that
all men of the Hamil family were hot.
My first year in the NFL, I was on the
cover of Sports Illustrated as the Sexiest Man in Football. That cover, and the
other endorsements I had, made me a nice amount of cash, so I was totally good
with being an object of desire. Since they didn’t really know me, they didn’t
know that I was nowhere as attractive on the inside.
I went back to the bedroom, washed and put
the toys away, locking the drawer. Then, I stripped the bed, piling the sheets
on the floor for the maid service to take care of.
I left, not knowing when I’d come back.
Could be the following day. Could be two weeks from now. But tonight, I’d been
out of fucking control—chomping at the bit to blow off some steam. In fact, I
still hummed with energy.
My shadow-self pressed in on me for days.
When I got like this, only one thing helped: acting out. So, I’d gone to the
club in search of the first remotely available Nancy, Sally, or whoever, that
didn’t revolt me. Nancy had been an easy mark. I hadn’t been there ten minutes
before I’d bought her a drink, and we were out the door, heading to the
apartment I kept specifically for this purpose. I was always happy when I found
a woman willing to dabble in a little bondage. I wasn’t heavily into the BDSM
scene, but knew how to wield pain for the ultimate pleasure.
If I stopped and thought about it, I’d be
forced to acknowledged just how screwed up my life had become. So I didn’t. I
didn’t think about all the nameless women I had fucked in the last six years,
and how I hadn’t been in a relationship since the injury. These exchanges served
a purpose. Beyond that? Well, there was nothing beyond that.
But that didn’t mean I had become so jaded
I’d forgotten how to get a woman off. I enjoyed women. Loved the soft curves of
their body, and loved making them come. There was nothing hotter than watching
a woman writhe and squirm as I fucked her closer to orgasm. The sound of her
screaming what she thought was my name was music to my ears, but that was as
far as it went.
The reality was, I was a mess, and I didn’t
want that advertised.
Actually, I was far worse than just a mess;
I was fucking broken.
Sometimes, I wondered if I was even capable
of having a normal relationship. Truth was, I waited for someone that didn’t
exist. A woman my pain-wracked brain conjured that day on the football field. To
make matters worse, she wasn’t even of age. She was a young woman, maybe
fifteen or sixteen, with the most beautiful sable-brown eyes and blonde hair
I’d ever seen. Her face was sweet, kind, and compassion filled. I realized how
creepy this sounds. I wasn’t a sick fuck who preyed on young girls, and I had
no idea why my mind created her. But all I knew was, if I ever discovered she
was real, I’d do anything to have her.
I rubbed my aching leg, and then climbed
into my Viper. God, I loved this car. She was all power and beauty, and driving
her made me happy. I revved the engine and closed my eyes, loving the purr, and
sometimes roar of her V10.
Once on route 101, I opened her up, pushing
her past the century mark on the speedometer. It was crazy to be weaving in and
out of traffic on the main freeway. I was asking to be pulled over, but again,
I didn’t care. In fact, I pressed her harder and watched as the needle climbed
to 110. The concentration it took to control this machine exhilarated me. Still
wound up and looking to banish my shadow-self the only way I knew how, I pushed
her just a little more. Why fucking for over an hour didn’t do the trick, I had
no idea. But if I didn’t burn this energy off before I got home, sleep would be
out of reach. It wouldn’t do to start a new job at one of the country’s most
prestigious law firms red-eyed and tired. Once home, I intended to take a long,
hot shower, and then smoke a few bowls. Hopefully, I’d emerge tired enough to
sleep. For a while, maybe I’d find peace until the nightmare returned that
plunged me into my own personal hell.
A hell that I was used to. A hell that only
she brought me out of.
The morning announced itself in its usual
fashion. I jolted awake screaming, and drenched in sweat—the images as clear as
the day they happened.
“Fuck!” I yelled to the empty room.
Pushing myself back against the headboard,
I rubbed my leg, trying to make the pain go away. The image of her
lovely face and those amazing sable-brown eyes chased the nightmare away, but
my body still buzzed with the memories.
I looked over at the bong and lighter on my
bedside table and sighed. Just once, I wished I didn’t have to numb myself to
start the day.
Before giving in, I ran my hand over my
damp collar-length hair, removing the waves sticking to my moist neck. I used
to keep it short for this very reason, but I liked the way it looked longer.
As I always did, I picked up the bong and
lit the bowl with the lighter. The glow of the burning weed, and the sound of
the bong gurgling as I took a hit immediately calmed me. I inhaled deep and
held the smoke in my burning lungs.
My long exhale sent a plume of smoke into
the dawn-lit room. It floated for a second before dissipating, leaving behind
the tangy smell of burning weed.
With my eyes closed, I slowed my heart rate
and rapid breathing. The high kicked in, and I already felt the calm take over.
I hated being so weak, and hated that what happened almost six years ago
continued to affect and define my days. I used to be the epitome of discipline.
Not anymore.
If I could let go of the self-blame, then
maybe the dreams would abate. But night after night, I replayed the game and
its never changing end.
At twenty-two, I had been one of the
hottest quarterbacks in the NFL, playing for the Arizona Cardinals. The year
prior, we’d made it to the NFC Championships, losing by a field goal.
The next year, we were back in the same
position, with the golden ticket to the Super Bowl within our reach. The only
thing standing in our way was the Philadelphia Eagles. I snarled as I thought
about that team. I always snarled at the thought of them.
Two minutes remained on the clock, and we
were on the ten-yard line on third down. I dropped into the pocket, searching
the field for an open receiver. I danced this way and that as if my movements
might slow the clock. With no receiver available, I sucked in a breath and
decided to go for it. What I should have done was thrown it out of bounds and
stopped the clock. That would have been the smart move—the safe move. We had
one more chance. I had to make it happen. The year had to end in a run for the
Super Bowl.
Running like a man on fire with the ball
cradled against me as if I carried a newborn baby, I headed for the end zone.
But I wasn’t a running back, that wasn’t what I had been trained for. Stupidly,
I ran with my head down instead of up. As a result, I didn’t see the
three-hundred pound linebacker heading my way. I was the man with the ball, and
I had left the protection of my offensive line, which made me fair game.
The next thing I knew, I was laid out on
the ground in extreme pain. When I looked down at my left leg, I was
surprised—and not—to see it angled in an unnatural position. I knew then that I
was well and truly fucked.
I tried to scream, but my voice failed me.
Pain and the smell of the turf below me was all there was.
The hit was dirty, straight up. Later, I
found out a bounty of $5,000 had been issued for any player that took out one
of my knees. I hoped he got a bonus because he’d gone above and beyond his
mandate. Not only did I miss a season, my football career was over. Instead of
taking out my knee, his helmet, and the power behind it, he hit my shin and
shattered my tibia and fibula.
I remembered lying on the ground as the
trainers and medical staff attended me. Chaos had broken out around me. Players
fought, and coaches and referees argued.
I needed to find peace from the commotion;
needed to concentrate on something other than the excruciating pain coming from
my leg. I turned my head and found a pair of big, sable-brown eyes, surrounded
by golden-blonde hair, staring at me. She was beyond beautiful, and her eyes
were mesmerizing. I had conjured an angel.
In my hallucination, we shared an instant
connection. When all around I saw pity and remorse, in her eyes, I found solace
and compassion—a kindred soul to my loss. The need to help, and her inability
not to, showed in the tears falling down her face, and the trembling of her
full red lips. My heart still clenched whenever I thought about it.
As conjurings go, I had created a whopper.
When I thought back on it, I knew there was no way she could be real. The
average person wouldn’t have been allowed to get so close to an injured player
on the field. Hell, my girlfriend, who’d been sitting in the stands, wasn’t
allowed on the field. It still baffled the shit out of me that my mind had created
such a vivid image.
I could still see her brushing tears from
her eyes in my hallucination, and I remember her taking a small step forward. I
wanted her to come closer, to touch me. That was where the hallucination ended,
stopped by a new streak of pain that had traveled through my leg, sending me
into momentary blackness. When I opened my eyes, my blonde-haired beauty with
soul-filled eyes had disappeared. All I had left was the image of her that
pulled me from my terror every morning. I figured she’d probably be around
twenty or twenty-one by now if she were real. I’d admit, that even today, I
looked for those eyes in every blonde I encountered.
Pathetic. Yeah. Too fucking pathetic.
I sighed and took two more hits off the
bong. Maybe one too many, but at least now I felt more balanced, controlled,
and ready to start the day.
What the world saw now was a man who
graduated from Harvard Law School, summa cum laude, and worked for almost three
years at a top law firm in Boston. Some of the country’s top law firms had
courted me, and I had my pick of firms. But I decided to come back to Arizona,
the place where my life changed forever.
Gingerly, I climbed out of the bed and
headed for the pool. I didn’t bother putting on swim trunks; swimming naked was
awesome. After a few stretches, I dove into the pool and swam laps for an hour.
Swimming kept me in shape, though not the shape of an NFL football player.
Those days were gone.
Finishing my laps, I headed for the shower,
feeling excited, like something huge would happen today. The last time I had
this feeling, something huge happened all right. I looked at my leg and scowled
as sudsy water washed over my angry scars.
I dried off and walked into my closet,
surveying the suits I had to choose from. I was somewhat of a
clotheshorse—always had been. Today, I picked a black Hugo Boss suit, white
shirt, and black, silk tie. In the mirror before me, I watched a professional,
seemingly together man tie his tie. It was a lie of course, but one I was used
Once dressed, I went to the kitchen and
packed up a brownie in a plastic bag to take with me. I’d gotten good at baking
brownies. But these weren’t just any chocolaty treats. These had a kick. Cliché
I know, but hey, whatever got me through the day. Whether I’d partake in it
depended on how the day went. Obviously, smoking at work wasn’t a good idea.
But every now and then, the pain became unbearable. If a handful of ibuprofen
didn’t do the trick, the brownie would. I refused to take pain meds. Those
things did a number on my brain.
I put the brownies away, and all the
paraphernalia of my coping mechanism, and locked them in a cabinet in the
pantry. I didn’t need Hannah, my housekeeper, finding them. She probably
wouldn’t care, but I did.
Thinking of Hannah made me laugh. I’d only
met her twice, but we had developed an odd, sometimes hilarious, texting
relationship. I really liked her. Her cooking was amazing, and she kept my home
Her work was about to increase, and I was
thrilled. My brother was bringing my dog, Ben, home to me. He had been with
Brody in Colorado for the last two months while I got settled. I couldn’t wait
to see both of them. Thinking about it made me giddy. I knew Ben would love it
here. There was plenty of room for him to run. Bernese Mountain dogs needed
lots of exercise. I almost didn’t get him because of that. Now, I couldn’t
imagine my life without him. He got my ass outside and stopped me from being
such a hermit. If I thought about the fact that my best friend was a dog, I
would get bummed. But then again, fuck it! I loved my dog, and I had missed him
I doled out my handful of vitamins and four
ibuprofen into my hand, and then popped them into my mouth. From the fridge, I
pulled out a bottle of OJ, taking large swigs from the bottle.
Let the day begin, I thought as I walked down the hall to
the door. The sound of my designer shoes on the travertine floors reminded me
of the sound of cleats on concrete. It made me smile, but the memory was
bittersweet, and I pushed it aside. Behind bittersweet was pure malice, an
emotion I couldn’t allow myself. Not today.
Grabbing the keys to my Viper, I headed out
the door.
Watch out Arizona, Zolt Hamil was back.
I love writing, reading, cooking. Adore Harry Potter, Jim Butcher, Darynda Jones, and Chloe Neill and anything erotic. Oh and watching NFL Football with my two dogs, Niles and Morgan, and sometimes my husband too, but only when he brings beer. I write both romantic fantasy (Colour Wielders Series) and erotic romance (The Indulging Series).
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Book Title:Beached
Author:Ros Baxter
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date:April 1, 2014
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A beached mermaid; a sexy mercenary with too many secrets; and a mission impossible.

When the clerk at a burger joint is assaulted for trying sell a filet-o-fish to a mysterious blonde, it’s just the beginning of the clash between Land and Sea that’s either going to end in Armageddon or salvation.

The world is going mad – on the land and under the sea – and the mermaid princess Lecanora is an envoy on a special mission.

There are just a few problems.

For a start, she didn’t reckon on how hard it would be to leave her home behind and adjust to life on The Land, with its confusing obsession with wearing clothes and its penchant for pointless but highly desirable calories.

Nor did she realise the most evil magician the world has ever seen wanted to take her for his very own.

And who would have thought a gun-toting mercenary could rock the world of a Pacifist Princess from a place where passion is a four letter word?

As the forces of darkness gather, Lecanora must come to terms with exactly what she would do to save the home she has always known, and the Land she has come to love.

For fans of MaryJanice Davidson and Charlaine Harris, and everyone who ever dreamed of being a princess, a mermaid, or a kickass heroine.

Book 2 of the Aegira Chronicles (Book 1 is Fish Out of Water)





Lecanora peered through the little glass window, standing slightly to the side and trying not to be seen. Larry was holding the man’s palm, looking at his watch. Rania was pacing up and down beside the bed. Larry kept shaking his head, repeating the gesture with the palm and the watch. As he turned to reach for his stethoscope out of his bag, Lecanora could see he was smiling, the biggest smile she’d seen on the man since she had met him.

As he turned to his bag, she finally got a full view of the man lying on the bed.

As she did, the floor seemed to slide giddily under her. She wondered if her blood sugar was low again, and unwrapped another of the food products Rania had pressed into her hand before she had gone into the hospital room. A Twinkie, Rania had called it. A lovely name, Lecanora decided. She stuffed the tiny cake into her mouth, zeroing in again for a look at the man on the bed. This time the giddy slide was less, but still there.

It was him, she decided. He was having this effect on her.


She stood back carefully and took a mental inventory. He was shockingly dark. His face was hard and angular, and even from this distance and with his face rested in sleep she could see two scars on it, and a strange shape to his long nose that indicated a break in his youth. One scar was pale and white, the other fresher and darker. But as well as being hard and bleak, the face was also lush. Full lips were half open as he muttered something in his sleep, rolling slightly and showing off a long throat and a dark beard.

As though he sensed her watching, he turned in her direction in his sleep. Lecanora quickly ducked behind a tall trolley to her right, but she could still see him. Her superb eyesight allowed her a complete view of his face, which was a study of vulnerability in sleep. He was so open to her it momentarily robbed her of the capacity to Land-breathe, and she coughed quickly and commanded her brain to engage. A deep cleft in his chin lent him a childish air.

As she watched, a young woman approached her. She was quite beautiful by Land standards, and she seemed to favour bold colours. A dark red stained her nails, not unlike the blood-tattoos favoured by the rebel Leigons, and an even bolder crimson outlined her lips around the edges, although the inside part was lighter, like maybe the colour had worn off. Brilliant blue sparkly dust outlined her eyes. Lecanora was quite transfixed by the whole effect.

‘Can I help you?’ the young woman asked, and Lecanora shuddered. Her voice was high and screechy. Lecanora closed her eyes briefly to try to stop her face from reacting with surprise, and her fingers from snaking into her ears.

Lecanora took in the woman’s attire — all white, with a small badge and an official-looking pin adorning her breast. She appeared to be an employee of the hospital. ‘I am with the people in that room,’ she said.

The woman pressed her lips together, like that made sense. Then she sighed. ‘Well,’ she said. ‘Don’t you think you better go in then, honey?’

‘No,’ Lecanora said. ‘But thank you.’

The woman pressed her lips together again, and Lecanora could almost smell her determination. ‘Well, you can’t hang around out here I’m afraid.’

‘So I must enter that room?’

‘Please.’ The woman nodded. She inclined her head towards the man lying on the bed. ‘He’s made a remarkable recovery in the last few hours. He’ll be coming around soon.’

The woman looked at Lecanora carefully, and began to speak more slowly, like she thought maybe Lecanora had difficulties with comprehension. ‘Here,’ she said. ‘Let me help you in.’ She hooked her arm through Lecanora’s and guided her to the door.

Lecanora stood still in the doorway as the official left. Rania looked up from the discussion she had been having with Larry.

‘Babe,’ she said. ‘There you are. Come in. Doug’s almost all better. That shit of Rick’s is out of this freakin’ world. We’re just waiting for him to wake up. I want to make sure I’m here when he does. He’s going to be so freaked out.’

Lecanora could not find the right words to answer her sister coherently. She was still reeling from the impact the sleeping Land man had on her. She backed up against the bed, muttering something about needing to get a drink, but before she could escape, a strong hand grabbed her wrist and spun her towards the bed. She found herself face to face with eyes of the deepest brown, a colour she could not have imagined even existed at the bottom of the ocean. But it was more than their colour. They were so expressive. She wondered if it was because they had just woken from a coma. They were eyes in which she felt she could read all the pain and courage and fears of a life.

She cleared her throat to try to make the right sounds, in the correct order.

But nothing came.

Because the man of the deep brown eyes and scars, the Land man of the dimpled chin and vulnerable eyes, was looking right at her.

Like he was as surprised as she was by what he saw.

His warm, strong fingers rubbed gently at the underside of her wrist, shooting hot shivers into the coldest parts of her.

He looked well. Very well. Not the broken thing Rania and Larry had described.

‘Doug,’ Rania growled, poking him in the ribs. ‘Say hi, for fuck’s sake, you’ll scare her.’

‘Hi,’ the long brown man said, raising a hand feebly. ‘We’ve met,’ he said. ‘In my dreams.’ He looked over at Rania. ‘Sheriff — you’ve got some explaining to do.’

The man pulled himself up from the bed and pulled out a tube that had been attached to his arm. He yanked Lecanora towards him by her wrist. As strong as he was, Lecanora knew she was stronger than him. She could feel it. She could have resisted easily, without even breaking a sweat. Instead, she let herself be dragged in towards him like a shark to the slaughter. Closer, closer, until her chest was resting almost parallel to his.

She sat there, feeling his warm breath on her face and her cold blood turn red-hot.

‘Very pleased to meet you, Dream Girl,’ he said. ‘Very pleased indeed.’






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Ros has been writing stories since she was eight years old, but she likes her new stuff better than her old stuff. She writes fresh, funny, genre-busting fiction. She digs feisty heroines, quirky families, heroes to make you sigh and tingle. And a dash of fantasy from time to time.

In real life, Ros works in policy for the Australian Government and in her non-existent spare time she coordinates tomorrowgirl, a short story competition for remote Indigenous girls.

Ros lives in Brisbane’s North with her husband Blair, four small but very opinionated children, a neurotic dog and nine billion germs.





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HEELS OF LOVE by Phoenix Rayne Blog Tour


Book: Heels of Love


Author: Phoenix Rayne
Trilogy: From Love to Loathe, Book #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: G Street Chronicles
When Cricket Hooper moves to Seattle she only has a couple of goals—find a job and an apartment near her friend Chelle, and basically to live a quiet, normal life. However, it isn’t long before life becomes far from normal.
When a mysterious man helps get her car out of the mud after she makes a wrong turn, she finds herself in his thrall. He wines and dines her, quite literally, and before Cricket can stop it, things are steamy and serious…very serious.
Cricket is thrown aback when Jyme turns out to be more than a simple fisherman, but then she isn’t telling all of her story either.




I woke to an alarm but it wasn’t my alarm. I sat up, looked around, and realized it was the hotel’s fire alarm going off. I jumped up, ran to Cinnamon’s room, and swung the door open. She was knocked out on her bed half dressed; I shook the shit out of her, and she started yelling.
“What the hell is that noise?”
I ran down to Sugar’s room, and she was butt naked and so was her company. I screamed at the both of them to get up. They both jumped up disoriented. I ran back to my room. I put my stilettos I’d had on earlier in my big purse and slid into my house shoes. I ran back down the hall, passing Sugar and her company. I ran back into Cinnamon’s room, and she was wide-awake at her safe in her closet getting money out. I had forgotten about my safe, so I ran back to my room. I put the code in and yanked the door open; I pulled out the small stack of money and reached in deeper. I got the plastic bag that was balled up in the corner and shoved everything in my purse. I reached deeper, found the last item in the safe, and slid it on my ring finger. I slammed the door and took off towards the living room. Cinnamon was waiting at the door; we clasped hands and ran for the stairs. The hotel was in an uproar. We made it down to the lobby, but it was so congested with customers trying to leave the casino.
“Basement,” I yelled to Cinnamon. We took the employee stairs and ran down the long concrete hall. There were about a dozen people in front of us, but we finally made it through the door. When we got outside, the back lawn was crammed with people rushing towards the front of the building. Cinnamon and I still held on to each other’s hands. We made it to the front of the building, and everyone was frantic. I pulled out my cell phone to call Sugar, but someone pushed me so hard I dropped the phone. I let go of Cinnamon’s hand to retrieve my fallen phone. I found it and stood up straight; a man in all black with a white ski mask stood right in front of me. Before I could even prepare a good scream, someone covered my mouth with a wet bandana, and then I was out. I woke up to soft kisses all over my face, and then I stretched wide. I was sleeping well and I kept my eyes shut. Someone was happy to see me. I have had this dream so many times, and I enjoyed every single one of them.
“Hi there,” I breathed.
“Where’ve you been?”
“Looking for you.”
“I’ve been right here the whole time.”
“You used to come and see me all the time, and then you stopped.” I told him. I kissed his neck and pulled him closer.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
“Cricket?” He said my name in an odd way.
“What’s wrong? Do you have to go now? Please, Jyme, just stay a little longer.”
“Shh, just hold me real tight before you go.” There was a knock at the door, and I freaked.
“NO…PLEASE…JYME, DON’T LET HIM HURT ME. HE HITS ME SO HARD. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE.” I screamed at the top of lungs through tears.
Someone knocked again, louder this time.
“Wait a minute,” Jyme yelling. I clung to him and wrapped my arms around him tighter. I cried into his chest, and my eyes started stinging.
“Cricket, I’m right here, and I won’t let anybody hurt you, I swear.”
“But he’s at the door, and he’ll beat it down. He’s done it before,” I said frantically.
“Shh, Babe. Are you afraid of me?” he asked softly.
“No.”I assured him. “Then open your eyes and look at me” I slowly opened my eyes and blinked several times through piercing pain. Then, I saw him, and I slid my fingers through his jet-black hair.
“Oh it’s you!”
“It’s me,” he chuckled
“You know, you with hair; you’ve never come to see me.”
“Cricket, you’re really here, and I’m really here with you. I’m not sure what you’re talking about right now. But I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”
“Huh” I asked him. I couldn’t help it but I pinched myself. I felt the pain but I didn’t wake up. There was another knock at the door, and Jyme got up from the bed. I really saw him this time. His hair was loose and shoulder length. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, and his feet were bare. I looked around and recognized everything. We were in our room, and nothing had changed. The bedding was the same, and so was the furniture. I looked out the window, and there were the boats all in the water.




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Phoenix Rayne was born in Federal Way Washington in a small community. Currently she resides in Nashville Tennessee where she is a student as well as a full time author… Phoenix is a published author that has several novels under her belt that she has penned with G-Street Chronicles. When not writing you can find her in a shoe store shopping or catching a good movie.
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Natalie Gayle Book Blitz and Giveaway ~




Finding Trust

Brayden and Rihanna

He’s hot, sexy, and leads a double life. Sometimes in the
limelight, mostly in the shadows. Brayden James holds fast to a secret that’s
more than his to share.
She’s a singularly focused veterinarian out for a rare night
of fun with friends, at a New Year’s Eve rock concert. Going home with the lead
guitarist was furthest thing from Rihanna Mason’s mind when the night began.
When Rihanna inadvertently becomes the target of a deadly
terrorist plot using the Hendra virus as a biological weapon, Brayden is forced
to reveal his other life.  His job is to
keep her safe and together they must stop the terrorists before it’s too late. But
what happens when she becomes more to him than just the assignment?


Will the secret he cannot disclose ultimately prove too much
for Rihanna’s fragile trust in relationships? Or will he finally break through
the double brick walls around her heart, where every other man has failed?
Rory Southall’s dreams have been haunted by the beautiful
blonde pixie he’d helped three months ago.
Imagine his surprise when his next assignment is to investigate none
other than the very same woman.
TJ Walsh is holding on to her family’s trucking company by a
thread.  For the last two and a half
years, she’s been trying to keep the debt-ridden business afloat and her family
fed.  She’s driven and desperate to make
ends meet. But she remembers every detail of a chance meeting three months ago
with a handsome stranger.
What happens when a simple supply chain investigation morphs
into a deadly web of lies and deceit and TJ finds herself squarely in the
middle of it? It seems that very same handsome stranger has rescued her again, but
how could that be?   And how exactly does
the illegal genetically modified products he’s investigating have anything to
do with her?

How will she cope with knowing the danger is much closer to
home than she thought? When everyone seems to be gunning for them, can she find
love and salvation with Rory before it’s too late?
I recently discovered those school vocational assessments are really interesting and probably correct! Who would have thought, hey? You see, I clearly remember taking one of those in Year 11 (for my US friends, I think that equates to junior year in high school). Anyway, semantics. Well, the results came back indicating that I should pursue a career in writing and something else. What that something else was I can’t remember but the writing thing stuck in my mind.
Sure, I’d always liked English and had already developed a ravenous appetite for romance novels by the age of sixteen—but who becomes a writer straight out of school? So to cut a long story short, I went to Uni and studied Business and ended up managing large-scale IT projects shortly after.
I can’t complain: it’s been a great career. I’ve done some awesome projects and met some incredible people and I won’t be giving it up anytime soon. Anyway, I’ve messed around with a couple of “secret” novels over the years and I finally decided to get serious and finish one. Hence “Finding Trust” came about. And about twenty years later, I’ve finally proved a vocational assessment correct, because I love writing!
As to some other stuff about me: I live on the Gold Coast, Australia. I love spending time with my family and friends. When I’m not sitting behind a screen playing with IT or writing, you might find me down the beach playing in the waves on a Jet Ski or a bogey board (both are uber cool). When the weather turns a bit cooler (doesn’t really happen on the Gold Coast), we like to head for the snow. I’ve discovered I have two kids who are kamikaze skiers—they must take after their father. He’s always at me to “release the handbrake.” Apparently I’d ski so much better. I call it a healthy understanding of self-preservation and gravity!
I like to think I can fit in a few workouts and martial arts classes each week. This tends to be a figment of my imagination more than reality, unfortunately. I am trying to remedy this, but those damn characters just keep demanding to have their stories told and, well, there’s always another good book to read!
I hope you enjoy mine.
Please drop me a line. You can find me at my website,   I’m active on Facebook, Twitter, and via email I’d love to know what you think of my books and well, let’s be truthful—I love talking about books, whether they’re mine or someone else’s. Fiction is just so much more fun than reality!!!
Happy Reading
Natalie Gayle



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One Night With Molly by Renee Trofe ~~ Book Blitz and Giveaway

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Book Title: One Night with Molly
Author: Renee Trofé
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: March 29, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions



Meet Shayla Jones, your typical mid-western girl who just moved to Palm Beach and is taken in by socialite McKenzie Carmichael for a night on the town that will forever change her life.

Shay knows her new friend McKenzie is bad news, but she has to play nice if she wants to learn her way around Palm Beach and meet all the right people. Besides, she set out to move to a new town and let go of the good girl image she has been hanging onto for so long, and that is exactly what she intends to do.

When McKenzie ultimately strands Shay at an after-hours party, she knows she needs to cut ties with her new friend, but if she does, will she ever see Jared again?

Follow the adventure as Shay is faced with decisions that will question her morals as she is slipped into a night of drugs and passion; from blowing up in the club to coming down on the beach, One night with Molly will leave you breathless and begging for more!

***Contains adult content including drug use and explicit sex. Recommended for adults 18+***






Renee Trofé spent most of her life as a ‘Jane of all trades’ before finally settling on her first true love … writing. From phone sex operator to bartender, Renee has seen and heard it ALL. As an up and coming new adult author, her style is a bit more edgy, touching on a variety of real life topics ranging from drug use to irresponsible sex.

Her guilty pleasure is devouring new adult and erotica books, and her favorite pastime is spending her days on the beach with her kindle, downloading the latest sizzling best-seller, and daydreaming about the hot sex scenes which she will play out in the bedroom later.

She shares a home at the beach with her fiance which ultimately belongs to their weiner dog, Lola. Yep, it’s Lola’s world — they are just living in it.

Reneé adores her life and wouldn’t have it any other way.




I opened my eyes again, and we locked in a hypnotic gaze. I didn’t look away like I normally would when a hot guy caught me staring. I held the gaze and just keep dancing. I felt seductive for the first time in my life. The hottest guy I had ever seen was watching me with a hunger in his eyes. And I was dancing for him.

The song changed, breaking my concentration from Jared and back to the DJ. A feeling of euphoria filled my entire body as I looked out at the scene before me, taking it all in. I love it here. I want to dance all night. Suddenly I felt a hand on my hip. It startled me, but I didn’t mind. A body moved up against me and started to move in harmony with mine. I shot a look over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of Jared. My face now only inches from his. I turned my body around so we were face to face. Still moving with the beat of the music, our bodies melded. Now I was hot. Why is it so hot in here? Up close I could see he had a small silver piercing just below his bottom lip and it protruded forward as he bit his lower lip and stared deep into my eyes.

I mirrored his gesture and bit my lower lip, looked up at him with my large doe eyes as he started to grind closer to me. With his hand on the small of my back he pulled me into him, pressing his body hard into mine. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. I had an overwhelming urge to kiss him, our lips now only an inch apart, at best. I wondered if he felt the same. Is he going to kiss me? God, how I want him to kiss me! His took his finger and gently ran it from the base of my neck down my décolleté and stopped right above my cleavage. My skin moistened from sweat, my panties moistened in arousal. Why was he teasing me? I wanted him so badly I considered pulling him off to the bathroom. Have some class, Shay. My conscience reared its ugly head for the first time all night. Glad to know I still had it, but unwilling to listen, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, exposing my vulnerable neck. I saw flashes of light pulsating through my closed eyelids, and I felt Jared’s hand move from the small of my back down to my ass as he gripped it in his palm. Finally, soft lips met my neck. He gently kissed his way up until our mouths were in perfect alignment. He paused, and I could feel his breath on my face. We were so close. Why won’t he kiss me? Unable to take it any longer, I latched my fingers around his neck and pulled his mouth into mine.

His lips soft on mine, kissed me slowly at first, and then the whole world around us seemed to fade away, and I was lost in his embrace. I teased him a bit, circling his piercing with the tip of my tongue, and then put it in my mouth and tugged gently with my teeth. I had never been so forward with a guy before, but I couldn’t stop myself. My attraction for him was animalistic and the way he looked at me, with a craving in his eyes, told me he felt the same. His hands made their way up my back, my hair tangled in his fingers as he pulled me deeper into him—just forcefully enough to be sexy, yet still rough enough to drive me crazy. His touch did something to my body I had never experienced before, but I liked it, and I wanted more.

I moaned through muffled lips as he started to kiss me hard and deep. It was like our mouths were made for each other. We were full-on making out in the middle of the VIP section, and I just didn’t give a shit who was watching. My eyes still closed, we sucked and licked on each other’s lips in time to the music. I could feel his erection pushed up against my pelvic bone as he grinded himself into me. I was ready to give myself to him when my conscience came back. Don’t give it all at once, Shay. That bitch had the worst timing. But I knew better than to give it all at once. At least I hadn’t lost all of my senses—just my hormones.

I pulled away slowly, lingering on his bottom lip for a moment before letting it go as I looked deep into his eyes. They had a yearning in them now, a look of lust. I knew I had turned him on, I could feel the confirmation still pushed up against me. He leaned in for one last kiss as the song changed, and suddenly it was like he had been awakened from a trance. For me it was more like waking up from a wet dream—still hot and bothered, yet bummed it was over. He flashed me his sexiest grin that let me know he enjoyed our encounter, then turned and walked over to Pope and grabbed a beer from the ice. Our dance was over.

I wondered if he danced with all the girls like that.

I wondered if we’d ever dance again.

I knew one thing for certain … I didn’t want the night to end.










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