Thursday, October 23, 2014

Book Blitz: Profile by JA Huss

PROFILE (Social Media #5)
By @JAHuss
Publication Date: October 22, 2014
Novella (100ish pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance

All the best fairytale princesses have the most horrific pasts. Mine just happens to be more horrific than most.

Fantasizing over Vaughn Asher was a dream. Meeting Vaughn Asher was a fairytale. Loving Vaughn Asher was my downfall.

The past is always there. Waiting. Waiting to expose you. Waiting to ruin you. Waiting to take you back.

Sometimes not even a prince can save you. 



FOLLOW (Social Media #1)
By @JAHuss
Publication Date: August 27, 2014
Novella (151 pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance
LIKE (Social Media #2)
By @JAHuss
Publication Date: September 10, 2014
Novella (85 pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance
BLOCK (Social Media #3)
By @JAHuss
Publication Date: September 24, 2014
Novella (90 pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance
STATUS (Social Media #4)
By @JAHuss
Publication Date: October 8, 2014
Novella (115ish pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance

J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label).

She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.

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Book Blitz: Prisoner by Annika Martin & Skye Warren

Prisoner by Annika Martin & Skye Warren 
Publication date: October 23rd 2014 
Genres: New Adult, Romance


He seethes with raw power the first time I see him—pure menace and rippling muscles in shackles. He’s dangerous. He’s wild. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

So I hide behind my prim glasses and my book like I always do, because I have secrets too. Then he shows up in the prison writing class I have to teach, and he blows me away with his honesty. He tells me secrets in his stories, and it’s getting harder to hide mine. I shiver when he gets too close, with only the cuffs and the bars and the guards holding him back. At night I can’t stop thinking about him in his cell.

But that’s the thing about an animal in a cage—you never know when he’ll bite. He might use you to escape. He might even pull you into a forest and hold a hand over your mouth so you can’t call for the cops. He might make you come so hard, you can’t think.

And you might crave him more than your next breath.

"Sexy, dark and thrilling. I loved every second of it!" – New York Times bestselling author Katie Reus

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Annika Martin Guest Post: 
Four reasons why I will never stop sending my characters to hotels.

I just had this crazy realization today: almost all of my heroes and heroines in books by both my pen names have really intense scenes in hotels or motels. (Except my urban fantasy, but hey, the hero is trapped in a Mongolian Restaurant a lot of the time.)

Sometimes when I realize I’m doing something a ton (like…er using the term “ragged breath”) I try to stop it. I don’t want to be a repetitive writer. But I don’t want to stop setting scenes in hotels and motels. I Love Them!!

Why are hotel/motel scenes awesome in books?

Hotels and motels rooms are blank slates.

Think about it—when you take a date to your home, all your stuff is there: books, chairs, pets. That picture of Aunt Mildred. The cookies you baked last week. A home is full of baggage, but a hotel is blank, and in a way, the whole world is shut out. The mood can be anything, and the focus is totally on the characters and how they are with each other.  

A hotel room: characters confined with each other and a bed.

I love a hotel scene because it’s usually just the hero, heroine kind of trapped together with a bed. It creates instant tension and excitement. Even when one goes off to take a shower, the other hears it (and is usually thinking about them naked in there—did you ever notice that?)

A hotel room bed is almost like another character that you can’t ignore. In a car, there’s never the issue of sex in the air like there is in a hotel room. Because…hero, heroine, bed. (Unless you’re reading my kinky bank robbers books, then it’s three heroes and the heroine drinking champagne closed up in a luxury suite with a hot tub and a bed, but…same idea.)

Hotels: a time out where the characters have to face each other.

My characters are usually in danger or up to something, but when they get to a hotel or motel, it’s downtime, and the attention goes off everything in the world but each other. I think PRISONER has the most intense motel scene; Skye and I really got into it—it’s where Grayson, our dark and troubled escaped convict, takes Abby, his college girl hostage, to this motel after a long, tense day of being on the run. It's the first time they’ve been alone and not on the move. Grayson has these dark plans for Abby, but there is this powerful psychological back and forth between them, and they each give something up and get closer in a sort of twisted way.

Hotels and motels: the edge of the forbidden.

Of course, hotels and especially motels have a kind of seedy, dirty edge. There’s the fact that people go to them to have sex a lot, but it’s not just about sex, but it is where people go to be anonymous or escape something. Also, the sort of everyday demands of life aren’t there—there are no dishes or bills or anything.  Dirty no demands of usual life.
Its where people go to not be known, or to be somebody else.

How about you? Do you like seeing characters wind up in hotels? Or would you rather see them sent home?



I’m a NYT bestselling author living a stone’s throw away from the Mississippi with my awesome husband and two cats in a home full of plants, sunshine and books. I'm heavy into writing love stories about criminals--some of them are dirty and fun (my Kinky bank robbers!) others are dark and intense (Prisoner!) 

I also write gritty romantic suspense as the RITA-award winning author Carolyn Crane.

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Skye Warren is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of dark romantic fiction. Her books are raw, sexual and perversely tender. For those new to her work, consider the bestseller Wanderlust or Don't Let Go.

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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Blog Tour: Master Over You: A Dark Romance Novel By Cerys Du Lys And Ethan Winters

Master Over You: A Dark Romance Novel 
by Cerys du Lys, Ethan Winters 
Publication date: October 20th 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense


There’s a monster in every closet, and I’m in yours.

My name is Noah. I’m not a nice person. This isn’t cupcakes and candyland, love.

I’ll take you, break you, and offer you to the highest bidder without a second thought. You’re mine now. It’s business, nothing personal. You wouldn’t understand, and I’m not going to explain it. Sorry, love, you don’t mean a thing to me.

Just know that there’s a monster in every closet, and I’m in yours.
Author Note – This dark romance novel contains themes that may be discomforting to some people. If you are sensitive to depictions of violence, then this book is not recommended for you.

(Ethan Winters official debut release co-authored with USA Today bestselling author Cerys du Lys)
Man’s POV = Ethan, Woman’s POV = Cerys

There is a light at the end of every dark tunnel, no matter how dim it may seem.

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My head throbbed and my eyes refused to open.  I stood, or I was trying to stand, but I didn't know how to anymore.  My body slumped forward, weight and gravity pulling me towards the ground, but something held me up.

I remembered something.  Just one thing.  I'd danced in a club on my birthday and I almost fell then, too.  Someone helped me, though.  His strong hands held onto me and kept me from falling.  Maybe this was him again, holding me now, keeping me up.

I didn't want to be up anymore, though.  I wanted to lay down in my bed and go to sleep.  He... he could stay with me, if this was him.  If he slept, too.  Nothing else.  I didn't want to have sex with him, I just wanted to sleep.

I opened my mouth to say something, to tell him all of this, but my dry lips and parched throat refused to make a sound.

"Awake, are we, love?" he said.

I opened my eyes, blinking past the blinding bright lights.  "Where..."

Coherent thought escaped me.  I only managed one word, but it made no sense, even to me.

"Drink up," he said.

He held a glass to my mouth and tipped it so I could drink.  Water crashed against my cracked lips and into my dry throat.  I gulped, swallowing hard, but he only gave me a few sips.

"More," I said.  "Please."

"Sure thing, love," he said.  "'Course."

All of a sudden, water splashed against my face.  I spluttered and my eyes snapped open again, even though I didn't remember closing them.  I stared forward, growing accustomed to the light much faster now.  Water ran down my nose and dripped down my cheeks like tears.  I licked it from my lips, trying to quench my thirst.

Where was I?  Fog consumed my mind, but even still this didn't look like my college dorm room, or an apartment, or anywhere.

My hands hung at my sides, up near my shoulders, held there by shackles.  Hard leather bit into my wrists, keeping me tight in place.  I looked down and saw shackles and chains on my feet, too.  I could move my feet and legs a little, but I could barely move my arms at all.

I still wore my clubbing clothes, tight pants and a v-cut shirt showing off my breasts.

I was in a room.  It wasn't as bright as I first thought, but the lights kept shining directly on me.  The rest of the room was shadows and darkness, malicious intent hiding in the dim outskirts.  And in front of me stood the man from the club.  He stared at me, grinning.  He looked mean now, not nice.  I didn't know why I thought he looked nice before.

Beside him was a table, and on top of it was a pitcher of ice water and a glass.  The glass was empty now, because he'd just thrown water in my face.

"What's going on?" I asked.  "Who are you?  Why am I here?  Let me down please.  Let me go.  I don't want to do this."

The man picked up the pitcher of water by the handle and poured himself a glass, then drank deeply.

"Sorry to say, but it doesn't matter what you want, love.  It hasn't mattered for a few hours now, but you weren't awake to realize it."


Cerys is a USA Today Bestselling Author. She has charted on numerous best sellers and hot new release lists internationally and with multiple books. 
Author Links:  Website   |   Facebook   |   Twitter   |   Goodreads

Ethan is a gentleman, an author, a lover, and occasionally a rake, a cad, and a dom, but only if you've been good (punishing good girls is more entertaining than punishing the naughty ones). He lives in the Greater Boston area in a small town in New Hampshire where he grew up.  

He has a penchant for exploring and traveling, with a passion for the unique and interesting. His interests include reading, exercising, laying on the beach, spanking (good girls), romancing, smiling, going for walks that lead to nowhere, hiking, bondage, and one day he would love to travel to Alaska.

His writing delves into the human experience, with a preference towards a psychological thriller twist. He loves mystery, dark romance, and suspense. While some of his writing may be twisted, he believes in romantic true love, above all things. His books include raw, real emotions, good and bad. He believes there is a light at the end of every dark tunnel, and his writing hopes to encompass that. 
He loves happy endings, kissing, and a focus on the ordinary turned extraordinary.
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Book Blitz: Brandon by Marata Eros

Brandon by Marata Eros 
(Siren #3) 
Publication date: October 17th 2014
Genres: Adult, Erotica, Paranormal


BRANDON is the sequel to CONSTANTINE of The SIREN Series.

Brandon, a Druid male warrior, has sought the call of the Mother, the sea’s endless summons something he can no longer ignore.

Leaving the Reaper vampire stronghold, he seeks those females who share his blood and unique calling. Brandon enters a battle between the mixed-blood Constantine, Kane of demon descent and Madden—a Mer who has the answers to the mystery of his lineage.

Left with more questions than answers, Brandon is shocked when he discovers a female that is mixed as he.

Can Brandon find answers to the questions that plague him? Or will his protection for the one female who calls to him circumvent the resolution he craves? When males from the opposing sects hunt him for what he possesses—can he call on his Druid counterparts to save everything he cares most about …

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Ember steps around Con, and Con sees Madden's nostrils flare. Hard.

“You have fucked the Faction,” Madden accuses her.

Constantine sighs. Grabbing Ember's elbow, he jerks her closer to him. “You imbecile, I am no longer Faction. Do you see yonder Faction present? Them, oaf, not I.”

Madden's brows dump, his eyes narrowing to slits. “A mongrel is what I see,” he says, dismissing the Faction who used to battle alongside Con.

Not that the other Faction’s stance as current potential enemy ruffled Con’s feathers. Con has found independence, and it suits him quite well.

Con doesn’t have time for usurpation. “Well, bravo, my fishy enemy. But this mongrel will end you.”

The Mer open their mouths to call the Mother.

Constantine would like to bitch about their methods. However, he has always been a dirty fighter, and he approves of using everything at his disposal.

On that note. Con whips Ember around, gripping her arms. Her blood-red eyes and blond hair contrast in the strangled moonlight seeping through the trees like pale blood.

“Derail their siren's call, Ember.”

Her eyes grow round. “I do not know if I am able.”

He gives her a teeth-rattling shake. “Try—before I inspire you to do so. You can take the Faction out of the male, but the violence remains.”

Constantine draws her close as the Mer call the aid of the sea.

He feels the Mother as his lips take Ember's in a brutal press of flesh that leaves her gasping.

He bites her lip just hard enough to draw blood, and it fills their mouths.

He pulls away. “Do it. Do it now!”

Ember's tongue swipes at the wound. He watches her pupils dilate, the black eating the red. When her eyes are glossy ink marbles in the ivory of her face, her mouth opens, and Ember's song fills the stillness.

The demonic and Druid cover their ears against it.

But Con does not. He has enough blood of the Mer to tolerate her high-toned wail, though it causes as much pain as it does pleasure.

A common theme for what Constantine enjoys best.

A wall of seawater rises like a hand from a watery grave. It hovers over Ember and Constantine.

The Druid's arms drop to his sides, an expression of wonder filling his face as he approaches them.

Ember's wailing isn’t interrupted when she gives a cautionary shake of her head. Con doesn’t shred the cock and balls off the young male, as his impulse would normally be, because when the Druid sets his hands on both their shoulders, Ember’s song rises in pitch—strengthening the call. The water that threatens them swings around and crashes into the five Mer and Faction who sidle closer to gain the advantage of proximity.

Fierce satisfaction fills Con when the Mers’ siren call is cut short, water stealing the sound.

Ember's final note carries on the now-still air. Her trembling music crushes the silence as it ends.

Their breathing is all Constantine hears.


Marata Eros (a pen name for Tamara Rose Blodgett), is the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author of A Terrible Love. Marata has more than thirty-five titles in multiple genres including Dark Fantasy, Dark Romance as well as her highly successful Dark Erotica series.

Marata lives in South Dakota with her husband, children and fur kids. She is an ardent reader of many genres. Tamara enjoys interacting with her readers via Twitter, blog and newsletter as often as possible. Please stop by and say hi :)

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Cover Reveal: Hundred to One by Freya Baker

Title: Hundred To One (Cedar Tree #2)
Author: Freya Barker
Release date: December 29, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Model: Steve Gehrke
About Hundred to One:
Arlene Bowers is as tough as nails. She has survived a less than perfect marriage, managing to move past it to run her own diner. Her abrasive exterior has always been a way for her to hide behind the darkness and pain that she has endured, but a recent, violent attack and several disturbing phone calls have that tight hold on her emotions wavering. Seb Griffin showed up in Cedar Tree eight months ago and was hired on at Arlene's Diner as a cook. An ex-con with secrets of his own, Seb walks a fine line. Since he began working at the diner, he's developed feelings for his fierce, stubborn boss, and the need to keep his distance from her, to protect her, is a daily struggle. When it appears that Arlene's past has come back, rearing its ugly head while her defenses are low, Seb steps up and claims responsibility for Arlene, praying that he can keep her safe from whatever is coming her way.
**Due to content of a sexually explicit nature, this book is recommended for a mature audience only.**    
Seb hasn’t moved from his spot and is still looking at me. “What?” My hands are on my hips and if my chin was sticking up any higher my head would roll off my back. “You were nice.” He says with an eyebrow raised. “So? I can be nice. Just cause I haven’t had a reason to before doesn’t mean I don’t know how.” And I immediately busy myself wiping down the counters… again. “Uh huh…” Comes from right behind me before I feel arms sliding around my waist. “I like you nice.” He mumbles with his face buried in my neck, which has my body on high alert and aching. “Don’t get used to it.” I manage, but I can’t resist leaning back a little, feeling his hard chest behind me. One big hand slides up under my work shirt and his rough fingers skim my stomach. My instant reaction is to suck that baby right in, but he catches me. “So soft. It’s nice.” Just the feeling of a man’s hands on me; this man’s hands on me, causes me to moan. It’s been so long since I have felt anything other than anger from a man’s hand. There is no anger in Seb’s touch, just a teasing gentleness that makes my wild side flare up and take notice. When I feel his callused fingertips brush the underside of my breast, then slip under my bra, my breath hitches in anticipation. Damn I want his hands on me, his mouth on me. My nipples are so tight, they are almost painful, and when his touch finally finds them I can’t hold back anymore. “Seb…” Reaching behind me I pull his head down and attack his mouth. My tongue eagerly finding entrance and tasting his. Hands tangling in his hair. I can feel his resistance waning and a greedy whimper escapes me. He breaks the kiss, looks at me with eyes that are almost as black as midnight. Turns and lifts me up on the counter, initiating himself between my legs. Pulling at my knees so that my wet and aching centre is lined up with what is a mouthwatering erection. Instinctively I wrap my legs around him, pressing him closer to my core. His hands now both under my shirt and working at releasing my bra. He shoves it out of the way along with my shirt and latches on to my breast while plumping the other with his hand. And I have lost all reason. “So fucking tasty.” Is all I can hear before he switches to the other side. Eager to touch him, my hands trace his arms, shoulders and with my fingers I start pulling up his shirt, needing to touch his skin. The phone rings. “Fuck!” Seb swears as he leans his head to my sternum, all movements stilled by the insistent ringing. He pulls my shirt down and half in a daze I reach over to grab the receiver off the hook. “A- … Arlene’s Diner.” I manage to get out. “You think you can get away with that? You fucking whore! I’ll teach you…”
Author Bio:  
Freya Barker has always been creative. Involved in music and dance when she was younger, she followed it up with cake design, quilting, and has most recently added cover design, the Dutch-born Canadian mother of two now has found her voice - writing. Freya Barker is the pen name for a well-respected reviewer/blogger, who has a strong following on her blog, Facebook and Goodreads. As an avid reader, the next step to pen a book of her own seemed natural. Driven to make her story about 'real' people, Freya writes about people who are perhaps less than perfect, but just as deserving of romance, hot monkey sex and some thrills and chills in their lives!
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