Friday, August 18, 2017

Scandal's Child by Pamela Gibson

SCANDAL'S CHILD
by Pamela Gibson

Genre: Regency Romance







Miranda Comstock, widowed and impoverished, accepts a position in London caring for a child who was blinded in a fire. When she discovers the child’s mysterious guardian is the lover who seduced and abandoned her five years earlier, her first thought is to flee. But nine-year-old Phoebe depends on her and is blossoming under her care.


Jeremy Montague returns from Jamaica to take up his duties as the new Earl of Longley and is shocked to find his former lover is his ward’s nurse. Believing she played him for a fool, he vows to remove her from his household, especially when she played him for a fool, he vows to remove her from his household,


But there is a mystery afoot involving a long-ago disappearance, Miranda’s resemblance to a society debutante, and the child’s suppressed memories of the fire, which are starting to emerge. As Phoebe’s memories become sharper, Jeremy begins to suspect that he and Miranda were pawns in a twisted game. And both must learn to trust again, if they are to find their way back into each other’s hearts.






A glass of brandy awaited her when Miranda reached the parlor. Jeremy handed it to her without asking, and she accepted it gratefully. The fiery liquid brought her back to reality.


As she sat in the chair in her room, watching Phoebe go to sleep, a languid feeling had overtaken her. Her fight and energy had dissolved once she knew the girl was safe. All she wanted was to sink back into sleep. Now she was wide awake again, although her arms and legs still threatened to buckle under her.


Jeremy leaned against the mantle. She hadn’t noticed in the flurry of activity he’d lost his cravat and he was not wearing a waistcoat. Her only thoughts had been for Phoebe. Now every nerve ending was on edge as she studied his tall frame, his tight pantaloons, and the dark curls peeking from the top of his unfastened shirt. She remembered how soft they had felt against her bare breasts, how they tickled her nose when she lowered her lips to coax his nipples into hard buds. Warmth seeped between her thighs, making her squirm in the hard chair she had chosen. Shaking her head, she took a deep swig of the amber liquid and swallowed, making herself choke.


“Are you all right?” He came over and patted her back as she leaned forward.


“I am not accustomed to strong spirits,” she said between coughs.


“I’m sure you are not, but we all needed some tonight. Or is it morning?”


As if in response, the clock on a nearby table chimed twice.


Miranda blinked and gritted her teeth. Remember, this is the man who deceived you, who already had a mistress and a child when he was promising to marry you. This is the man who sailed away without a word, who never sent a letter, who left you enceinte and alone.


Be fair, he didn’t know you were increasing.


She stilled her inner voice and answered the question.


“It is morning as you heard. Shall we get on with this discussion, so we can all get some sleep?”


He sauntered over to the chair opposite hers and sat down. His lips were drawn in a straight line, and his eyes were cold.


“Now then, tell me exactly how this happened.” He lifted the crystal glass to his lips and drank deeply. Candlelight sparkled from its beveled surface. Miranda watched in fascination as points of light seemed to blur in front of her eyes.


“Miranda? Did you hear me?” He gave her arm a gentle shake. “Are you awake?”


He’d called her Miranda. She blinked and refocused on his lips. That was a mistake. All she could think about was how she longed to taste them, how she burned for the feel of them on her neck and breasts and thighs.


God, she must be exhausted to be having these thoughts.







Award-winning author Pamela Gibson grew up loving books, history, and small towns. Her first career was a newspaper reporter, but when she returned to college to get a master’s degree, it was in public administration which eventually led to jobs running cities…not as an elected official, but as a city manager, the chief appointed one.


Writing was still her passion and when not busy—with the activities of two children and a lot of volunteer work—she was contracted to write several books on local history. Taking an early retirement at the urging of her very supportive husband, she turned to fiction and began writing the happy ending novels she loves to read.


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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

GENTEEL SECRETS by S.R. Mallery

GENTEEL SECRETS
by S.R. Mallery

Genre: Historical Romance






What do a well-bred Southern Belle and a Northern working class Pinkerton detective have in common? Espionage . . . and romance. At the start of the U.S. Civil War, while young men begin dying on American battlefields and slavery is headed toward its end, behind the scenes, female undercover work and Pinkerton intelligence are alive and well. But in the end, can this unlikely Romeo and Juliet couple’s love survive, or will they be just another casualty of war?


CHAPTER TEN


“The course of true love never did run smooth.”
––William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream


“Finally, we meet again,” he said so low, so deeply, she almost couldn’t hear it. Truth be told, she probably wouldn’t have been able to hear much of anything he said, her heartbeat was rattling so loudly inside her chest.


When he took her hand to kiss it, it amazed her how wobbly and unsteady her knees felt, as if she had just been hit hard by a low-lying branch. Yet, she didn’t fall. Instead, for the first time in weeks, a broad smile appeared on her face.


“Oh Hannah,” he murmured and leaned in close, still holding her hand. “Why didn’t you ever come back to me?”


“I swear I tried, truly I did, but I kept being stopped by my family.”


. . .“Shall we go out onto the balcony?” he asked.


Nodding, she let him guide her outdoors, away from the waltzes, and the general conversation growing more sonorous by the hour. The evening chill had remained at its peak and the distant sound of soldiers maneuvering in their tented camps served as a soft, pleasant background. . .

.
Standing side by side overlooking Washington, they heard the occasional clacking of carriages over the cobblestones and saw the glow of street lamps casting long shadows everywhere.


“Still reading Wordsworth and Harriet Beecher Stowe?”


Laughing, she touched him lightly on his arm. “Always.”


She could feel that same gravitational pull overcome her, the same urge to touch him as she had felt that day on the park bench, only now, with the closeness of their bodies, it was stronger than ever. She thought about what it would be like to be in his arms, to feel his breath on her face, feel his broad shoulders underneath his jacket.


When he gently kissed her, it didn’t last long. It gave her just a hint of his lips. Still, she didn’t know how to handle the new sensations instantly sparking in her body. This was unchartered territory. He kissed her again, slightly longer this time as he encircled her waist with his arms and drew her up against his broad chest. Her only thought was she wanted, no, needed, more. The third time he kissed her, she could feel the urgency sweeping them both into some unknown cavern of pleasure, and when he kissed her a fourth time, it was long and deep. She lost consciousness of anything else but how he was making her feel. When he began gently kissing her neck, her breasts tilted upward to be touched, and as shameful as she always had assumed it was, she was no longer able to suppress the ache she was experiencing between her legs––her ‘thing,’ as she once overhead a couple of the slaves call it when they were discussing a topic no self-respecting, well-bred white southern girl would ever discuss.


“Hannah, we must stop,” he growled.


“Oh, my,” she managed, her breath shaky, her chest heaving.


He drew a large, wavering breath as well. “Exactly. That’s why I had to put a stop to this. You mean too much to me, Hannah, to let things go any further.”










Let’s face it. S. R. Mallery is as eclectic as her characters. Starting out as a classical/pop singer/composer, she next explored the fast-paced world of advertising as a production artist while she simultaneously dipped her toe into the Zen biosphere as a calligrapher. Having started a family and wanting to work from the home, she moved on to having a long career as an award-winning quilt artist and an ESL/Reading instructor before settling on her true love––writing. Her short stories have been published in descant 2008, Snowy Egret, Transcendent Visions, The Storyteller, and Down In the Dirt. Her quilt articles have appeared in Quilt World and Traditional Quilt Works.




Saturday, August 12, 2017

Something So Sweet by Meika Usher

SOMETHING SO SWEET
The Breakaway series, book 1

by Meika Usher

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy






SHE’S A DREAMER STUCK IN A RUT


Big dreams. Tierney Chandler had ‘em. Why else would she leave her small town—and her picture perfect fiancé—behind? Nine years later, the town’s still small, her dreams are mostly still dreams, and her still-perfect ex is interested. Maybe she should ditch her daydreams and pick up right where she left off…


HE’S A DREAMER STUCK ON HER


Jack Elliott is a baker, making his dreams come true one golden, flaky pie crust at a time. Years ago, he lost out on his chance with Tierney, but now she’s back—and he’s determined not to let his annoyingly perfect cousin swoop in and steal her away. Again.


TOGETHER, THEY CAN MAKE NEW DREAMS COME TRUE
With a little magic potpie, some stellar kisses, and a heaping helping of blue-eyed charm, maybe—just maybe—Jack can convince Tierney that he’s the dream she’s been waiting for.






“If only you’d kiss me. Then, things would be just swell.” He looked up and added, “I’ve been waiting years, you know.”


My eyes fell to his mouth. Only inches separated us. I’d just have to lean in…


“Get over here.” Jack said, his voice husky, his eyes burning into mine. And who was I to disobey an order like that?


I moved in, closing my eyes as his hands came up to either side of my face. I could feel his breath on my lips as he drew closer and closer.


Suddenly, my eyes flew open. “What if it sucks?”


“What?” Jack dropped his hands, confusion clearing away the heat that had been in his eyes seconds before. “You picked a mighty good time to doubt my kissing ability, darlin’.”


I put my hands up in a helpless gesture. “Sorry, it’s just…there’s been so much build up. There’s a lot of pressure for this kiss to be good. What if it isn’t? What if—“


Jack cut me off, crushing his lips to mine, his hands pushing through my hair.


And just like that, the world shifted. A whimper left my throat as my hands slid up his arms. Without breaking the kiss, I got to my knees and moved closer. Jack’s hands left my hair to trail down my neck and over my shoulders, settling on my waist.


Sparks scattered over every inch of my skin, ending with a full-on lights display behind my eyes. I shoved my hands into Jack’s hair and leaned closer until I lost my balance, ending up in his lap. He laughed then, the sound vibrating sweetly through my entire body. Turned out, his laugh felt better than it sounded.


With one hand behind my neck, the other resting on my waist, Jack deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, slow, luxurious. The embers burning low in my abdomen roared to life. I brushed my tongue against his and he rewarded me with a delicious groan that broke through whatever semblance of restraint I’d been holding onto. Parting, I straddled him, then smiled before pressing my mouth to his once more.


Jack’s hands found the bottom of my shirt and his fingertips played with the naked skin there. My legs began to shake, my lungs ached, my body burned. And yet I didn’t want to stop kissing him.


A sound from my left startled us apart. We looked in time to see Jack’s fishing pole take a nosedive into the pond. I laughed and shook my head. “You, sir, are a terrible fisherman.”





Something So Sweet  by  Meika Usher

Poor Tiereny
She’s a bit of clutz,
Worse yet, nine years ago, she upset the wheel barrel by dropping her hometown fiancé and running off to have a career in the city…which is not working out so well.

She’s working as an editor at Pencil Pusher Publishing, but it’s not the soul satisfying job that she needed. There has been only one novel that she loves.

After a long absence, she’s returned home to celebrate her dad’s birthday only to discover the whole town, but a few. seems to hate her.

To make matters interesting, both her ex-fiancé, Wes, and his cousin, Jack, are at the party, along with former cheerleaders & other people who don’t like her.   Some things don’t change. Turns out the mean girls from school, are still mean and catty as adults.

This book was a fun-packed struggle to find and keep true love. It’s not easy. But whoever said love was easy!

Ranking this book is not easy. For me it was good, but never managed to hit the great button, but it was better than a ranking of four would suggest. So I’m giving it a 4.5 and rounding up for all the fun I had reading it.






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Meika Usher is a Michigan romance author, a puppy mama, and a lover of pizza in all its forms. When she's not writing snarky, sexy love stories, she can be found binge-watching Supernatural (she's a Dean girl), memorizing all the song lyrics ever (it's her superpower), or planning to see the world, one country at a time (Prague is next on her list).







Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Tina Donahue shares Wicked Takeover

WICKED TAKEOVER
Wicked Brand series, book one

by Tina Donahue


Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance







She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.


Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate HR job, she’s just inherited Wicked Brand, a struggling West Palm Beach tattoo parlor…along with the virile dude who runs it. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty, and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash and score a new position in the corporate world.


Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and beautifully inked biceps. He sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance, recognizing the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.


Unwilling and unable to keep their hands to themselves, Lauren and Dante turn to carnal games and seduction. Until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures






His fragrance surrounded her. Something clean and citrusy, reminiscent of summer days, an ocean breeze, and sun baking naked skin.


She locked her knees to keep her balance and tried not to stare at his impressive Adam’s apple, luscious mouth, and full, kissable lips.


He hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “Did you lose your way?”


With him, any woman would. Not only was he beautiful but intelligence burned in his eyes and reflected in his surprisingly educated speech. “I’m sorry, what?”


He regarded her suit and heels. “Are you looking for another shop?”


“No.”


Surprise registered on his face. “You’re here for a tat?”


The ones on his biceps fascinated her. They were beyond hot, straight into epic. “Not exactly.”


He nodded. His hair swayed over his broad shoulders. “A piercing?”


“What?”


“Are you here for a piercing?” He gestured to another wall filled with pictures. His biceps flexed.
Lauren wanted to touch them, feel their strength and heat.


“You can see what we offer in those photos. We also have binders of what we’ve done for past clients to give you an idea of what you might like.”


For someone who prided herself on her no-nonsense professionalism, she was having a hard time not drooling over his freaking arms. What was wrong with her? She knew better than to lust after a guy like him. That path only led to her nursing a humiliating rejection at best and a broken heart at worst. She tore her gaze from his biceps and looked at the photos he was showing her. “Do people really get their tongues tattooed?”


He grinned, showing perfect teeth. “You bet.”


“Why?”


He shrugged good-naturedly. “Why not?”


He wasn’t the least bit uptight. How Lauren envied that. “Have you?”


“Have I what?”


“Had your tongue tattooed? Or are the ones on your arms the only ones you have?”


His smile broadened. He spoke conspiratorially. “I have another, though not on my tongue.”


She hoped he hadn’t inked the prize between his legs. His equipment had to be as awesome as the rest of him. No way could anyone improve on nature’s perfection.


He regarded her thoughtfully, his gaze warming her in places she hadn’t thought about in far too long. Easily, he took in her short blond hair, her clothes, and her features, including the small mole near her mouth. There, he lingered. A faint smile touched his lips.


Lauren’s throat and cheeks grew hot. With his approving gaze, too much desire rushed through her, making it difficult to breathe.


He flushed, too. “Let me get those binders so you can look through them.”


“No, don’t. Please. That’s not why I’m here.”


His dark eyebrows lifted. “You’re selling something?” He glanced at her purse and looked around her, possibly for an organization caddy stuffed with her product line.


“Uh no. I’m here to take over.”


“Take over?”


“Uh-huh.”


He looked lost. “As in what?”


“This place.” She gestured to the parlor. “I own this business and everything in it, including you.”







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Tina Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She's won Readers' Choice Awards, RWA awards - Holt Medallion and NEC, and won a Book of the Year award. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.







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Saturday, August 5, 2017

Slammed (Davy's Saga Bk 1) by Liza O'Connor


Bull Riding is a young man’s sport.
Greg Casteel holds the record for being the oldest bull-rider at 53 years and one day. But to be fair, the bulls weren’t as powerful back then. I doubt anyone will make 53 years now. Honestly, I expect this record to last forever!

In Davy’s story, he's just a teen when he joins the WBR Bull Riders. Some of the people he meets are good and some not so good. Some seem like a great person at first, but then they change to the Devil incarnate. Since Davy never had any real friends except for his Ma and Pa, he’s not good at reading people. Thus he’s frequently clueless as to why some of the other riders and some of his bosses seem to hate him.

An older bull rider in his forties, who helped create the WBR bull riding event years before, is very impressed with Davy and takes him under his wing.

Another bull rider gives him excellent advice along the way to always have a good lawyer review all contracts before he signs them.  That character was inspired by a real bull rider that I thought very well of: Justin McBride. He retired at 29. However, when asked when bull riders should retire now, he suggested 30 would be a reasonable age, given how superb the bulls are now. 

According to one article the reason why Justin quit at the age of 29 was because he had two kids and a wife, plus a great ranch. Bull Riding no longer claimed the top spot in his heart.

It takes a smart man to reassess his priorities and do what is best for his life. For without question, Bull Riding is a young man’s sport.


I suspect the same thing is going to happen to Davy when his son starts doing something more interesting than sleeping, eating, and pooping. But in book 1, the baby isn’t in the picture yet. The only thing messing with his mind is an always angry ‘manager’ and girl troubles... Lot’s of girl troubles. (See the excerpt below for one of them, and she's not even the worst.)

Media Package for Slammed –

SLAMMED

By
Liza O’Connor
Contemporary Suspense
Country Western/ Bull Riding

Blurb


Davy Hill goes from obscurity to fame by riding the rankest bull alive. Coming from a life of poverty, the young cowboy expects his life to change for the better now that he’s a successful professional bull-rider. Yet, with every occurrence of good luck comes an equal dose of bad. He suffers a potentially career-ending injury, a string of betrayals, and much worse. Despite all the brutal slams he takes, he keeps getting up, because he’s a bull-rider and they never give up.


EXCERPT
 Davy enters the main room and speaks to the guy about to rape Allie.

“I’ve called for hotel security, so you’ve got less than three minutes before you are arrested for attempted rape.”

The man stood up and glared at Davy. “What the hell are you two trying to pull here?”

Davy held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not trying to pull anything. I’m just giving you a chance to reconsider and leave before they get here and ruin your life. I know she’s a tease, and I don’t blame you for being angry, but she asked you to stop, so you need to leave.”

“Right after I get my six thousand in losses back.”

Davy looked at his watch. “You’ve less than two minutes now. And I’m not paying for either your mistakes or hers, so that’s not on the table.” He glanced at his watch. “One minute. Do you really want to go to jail over this?”

The man slapped Allie hard across the back of the head and hurried from the room.

Davy closed the suite door and turned the security locks. When he turned around Allie was off the table and holding the back of her head while she bent over and picked up her ripped underwear.

“You okay?” Davy asked, staying by the door. He’d once tried to help an injured possum off the road and the damn thing bit him. Given Allie’s temperament reminded him of a possum, he wasn’t getting near her just yet.

She glared at him with eyes that burned with fury. “No, I’m not okay. That jerk almost raped me and you did nothing about it.”

Davy felt his own anger grow. “I got him to leave.”

“By calling the cops! Why didn’t you just jump him?”

Davy stormed toward his room. By the time he reached the door, his anger was too much to hold his tongue. He turned and glared at her. “I’m not putting my career at risk because you did something really stupid and you almost had to pay the price.”

“Your stupid career!” she sneered. “Have you any idea what your fans will think when they learn of this rape and that you did nothing?”

“First of all, he didn’t rape you. I got him to leave before that happened. Not that you’re the least bit grateful.”

“Grateful? You idiot! You’ve ruined both our careers by calling the police,” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Keep your voice down,” he hissed. “I didn’t call anyone. I just said that to make him leave. However, if you keep screaming so loud, I expect someone will be up here very soon.”

She visibly calmed. “You didn’t call anyone?”

“No.”

She leaned over at her waist and laughed softly. “Damn, you’re not as stupid as I thought.”

He realized his anger wasn’t going to calm in her presence. “You’re welcome and good night.” He slammed his bedroom door after him and locked it. God! She was the most aggravating woman he’d ever met.


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Davy’s Saga, Book 1



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Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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Thursday, August 3, 2017

Lauren Marie shares A Demon Scheme

A DEMON SCHEME
The Haller Lake series, book 1

by Lauren Marie

Genre: Paranormal Suspense Romance






KRIS BENNETT is an art consultant and lives by Haller Lake. On an evening after an opening for a new artist, she drinks a glass of Brael Mist wine. The peach chardonnay is tainted with cyanide, other poisons and an evil enchantment spell. It opens her mind to a spiritual world she never believed existed.


ROMAN is a guardian of Haller Lake. He is told by the Lakeman's Oracle he must watch over Kris and keep her safe from an evil interested in her abilities. When she drinks the wine she is able to see Roman and the other lake guardians. His love for Kris comes on quickly and helps her understand the new world she is experiencing.


ABEDNEGO BRAEL is a low level demon who wants Kris body and soul to be possessed by the ghost of his long dead love ROCHELLE. He's done it before, but that body aged and died, releasing Rochelle back into the world. SHADRACH AND MESHACH are Abednego's brother demons who are also after Kris, but for different reasons. They realize she has a great power and if they are able to turn her, they could take the power for their own uses.


When the wine opens Kris's mind, she learns about her own magical powers from her alter ego, ELZABETH, who has long lived deep inside her mind and guided other women in Kris's family, who also had magical abilities.


With the help of the Haller Lake guardians, Kris fights to retain her very soul and her growing powers.





Kris backed up a step away from Abednego. “What do you want?” she hissed.


He smirked at her. “I think you know, Miss Bennett.”


“What is this place, Abednego?” Kris asked and looked back at him.


“It's the Between. Your spirit is in the space connecting the different realms.” He smiled at her and looked aloof.


“How is it I’m here? Roman has the sage and lavender pots burning. You shouldn't be able to reach me.”


Abednego looked over his shoulder at the woman and started to laugh. “Your other should never have let me touch her. Once I felt your essence there was a connection. I know you felt it, too, my dear.”


“Yeah, my skin crawled.”


“Miss Bennett let me ask you a question. Why have you denied your abilities all of these years?”


“I don't know about any abilities,” she said.


“Someone who is so honest is telling a lie. You've always known about them.” He continued to stare with eyes black. “There was a time when you were young. You played with jacks and when your mother came out to get you for lunch all ten of the metal pieces spun like tops.” He closed his eyes. “I can hear her voice tell you the powers should never be used or seen by anyone. You must always keep them to yourself, she said.








Lauren Marie’s first published series - The Men of Haller Lake - originally came out in 2010. She’s learned so much over the last seven years and it’s been a dream to get the stories re-edited and problems with point of view corrected. With Books to Go, Now’s help the dream has become a reality with the release of A Demon’s Scheme - Book 1 of the Haller Lake series.


She is also the author of Big Mike-Little, Golden Ribbons - story 4 of the Miss Demeanor Private Detective Agency series, I’m Not What You Think, Love’s Embers - book 1 of the Canon City Series, Love on Ice - book 2 of the Canon City Series, One Touch at Cob’s Bar and Grill - story 3 of the Montana Ranch Series, Love’s Touch - Then and Now, Going to Another Place.


She lives in Western Washington State with four cats, Agamemnon, Tazmania, Jericho and Jasper.


Lauren likes to receive feedback. If you want to send her likes and dislikes, you can go to the contact us page on the web-site laurenmariebooks.com or write to her at themenofhallerlake@hotmail.com. or friend her at facebook.com/laurenmariebooks. She does respond to feedback.