Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Burn on the Western Slope #SuperBookBlast #GoddessFish

Today I'm hosting the Super Book Blast for Burn on the Western Slope. Enjoy the excerpt and don't forget to comment. Author, Angela Smith will be awarding one of three prizes: a car mirror hanger or key chain (a seashell as a tie-in to her book), an mp3 album by Pretty Little Blisters, a $10 Amazon gift card, to three randomly drawn commenters during the tour, and an mp3 album by Pretty Little Blisters to a randomly drawn host.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: 


Burn on the Western Slope
by Angela Smith



On the ski slopes of Montana, deception turns deadly and seduction becomes more hypnotic than jewels.
Reagan McKinney is on a mission to discover more about a deceased uncle who mysteriously left her a sizable inheritance, a condo in the mountains, and a stash of stolen jewels.  With both her graphic design career and her love life in shambles, the opportunity to begin a new life couldn’t have come at a better time.  When she becomes involved with the sexy FBI agent next door, she finds her struggle is not only to keep her heart intact, but her life.
Grief stricken after an undercover investigation ends in the tragic death of his partner, FBI Agent Garret Chambers goes home to find solace in the arms of his mountain home.  That is, until his boss assigns him to investigate the spirited brunette staying in the condo next door.  He is assigned to investigate Reagan’s involvement with a large jewel fencing organization, but his investigation becomes comprised when his attraction to her heats up.  Will his discovery destroy everything he has come to love, including Reagan?



“Wait,” he said, settling his hand over hers. He didn’t know what he would say to keep her here, didn’t know if he should kiss her again. Had he insulted her in some way? “Do you have a boyfriend back home?” he asked. A stupid question at a time like this, but he had to know. For Buchanan, who would call sometime tonight, and for himself.
Silence stretched among them. He fought to soften his breathing, but his heart only pounded harder as he tried to convince himself she was not his to possess.
When she looked at him, dead in the eye, she didn’t flicker. The strength she’d shown on the mountain today, pushing herself when most women would have cried and complained, and the snappy comeback with Tanner made Garret realize she was the kind of woman who could stand up to a man like Javier Mass. The type of woman Javier—or Nelson, either one—would prize. Garret’s world capsized.
Shaking her hand from his, she said, “Shouldn’t you have asked me that before you kissed me?”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

During my senior year in high school, I was dubbed most likely to write a novel because I always had my nose stuck in a book.   I would hide my romance novels under my history book until my teacher called me out on it.  Writing has been my dream ever since my mother read Brer Rabbit to my sister and me so often that we were able to recite it back to each other before actually learning to read.  I love reading about the adventure of love, and getting involved in the legal field developed my love of suspense. I believe love is a mystery that most people have trouble resolving.  While I don’t expect we’ll ever solve that mystery, I love to read and write about characters who work to solve their love’s mystery. 

See more about me at my website www.loveisamystery.com or tweet me @angelaswriter

Publisher Website: www.crimsonromance.com


Monday, July 29, 2013

Release Blitz: Ultimate Gift by Candy Knight #Erotica #Anthology #Excerpts

Ultimate Gift by Candy Knight


Ultimate Gift
Elizabeth needs a stiff drink and a hug from her friend after spending six torturous hours in the car with David. On their arrival they meet two stunning guests; the smoking-hot porn star, Suzy, and the dark enigmatic Toby. As the evening progresses inhibitions relax and sexual tensions start to rise. Could this diversion be just what they need to spice up their humdrum marriage or will it go too far?

Dream Surfer
Layne has a passion for impromptu sex in the open air. Her sporting accident prevents her from joining her lover in the surf and he leaves her sunbathing on the secluded beach. As the sun beats down on her near-naked body, her mind starts to drift to the inevitable passion she will share with her lover when he returns cool from the sea to soothe the heat from her body.

Lapping It Up
Married for eighteen years, frustrated housewife Trudy lusts after the passion she once shared with her husband. Recognising that something drastic has to be done, she asks her best friend to help. At first Dawn is flabbergasted by Trudy's disclosure but agrees to work with her to plan a passionate evening that their husbands will not forget. Will they discover new appetites for their husbands or for each other?

Disciplining Jayne
Jayne fantasises about having sex with a stranger in uniform, just thinking about it makes her hot and wet. She arranges a birthday treat for herself, a night of passion to fulfil her dream. She gives very explicit instructions for the evening's entertainment. However, her handsome escort has other ideas.

Rumour Has It
The mysterious Kate meets her perfect man when she spills water over his impeccably polished shoes. Tim instantly falls for the striking red-head and spends the nights fulfilling her every need until an unexpected phone call reveals Kate's secret. Will the revelation rip them apart? Or will lust really overcome?

Unintentional Mistress
Bethany meets Max at a Christmas party and their mutual desire cannot be controlled. Events take an unexpected turn when Bethany discovers that she's the 'other women'. She knows that she should walk away, but can she bring herself to leave the sexually-charged Max? Or will she stay and have her heart torn apart?


Ultimate Gift
Guy proffered me a black shiny olive on a cocktail stick. I opened my mouth and hooking my tongue around it I plucked it off. He smiled seductively and stabbed another suggestively, this time a green one stuffed with bright red pepper. He held it to his lips and kissed it before popping it into my mouth. I had never perceived that anything so innocent could be so sexually electrifying.

Dream Surfer
I unzipped my too-short shorts and wriggled them down over my hips. I had my bikini pants on underneath, well what there was of them. I couldn't help thinking that it was a good job my dad couldn't see me or he would have a fit. I pulled my tight white tee shirt over my head and tossed it to one side.

Lapping It Up
Martin had pushed his chair back from the table and was about to stand up but I went behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. “Stay there”, I commanded. “I have a surprise for you” I murmured, in my best sultry voice.

Disciplining Jayne
She adored men in uniform, any uniform, they made her hot and wet. The Captain smiled lasciviously pushing a room key card along the bar toward her. ‘Room 401. You go up and I will join you in a moment.’

Rumour Has It
Moving his warm hand to my breast he caressed it over the smooth satin of my blouse, pinching my nipple between finger and thumb. I put my arm around his neck and pulled him towards me and slid my other hand up the inside of his thigh. He had long muscular legs that I just couldn't help wanting to explore.

Unintentional Mistress
He pushed her into the corner of the back seat and parted her legs and ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. The soft skin between stocking and pussy yielded to his touch. Apart from the beautiful dress tightly knotted around her slim waist and hold-up stockings she was completely naked.

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Author Bio

When Candy Knight gets home from work she cannot wait to start typing. Busy wife and mother she enjoys writing sensitive and erotic stories that will make women wet and men hard.

Further inspired by the positive comments and feedback she received whilst attending an erotic/creative writing course she decided to continue to apply what she had learned. Striving to write what she refers to as 'decent filth', she is so driven to achieve her erotic writing passion that she has given up two days a week 'paid' work in order to follow her dream.

Having self published her first short story, 'Unintentional Mistress' on Amazon, she's excited about writing more erotica. As well as releasing her first anthology 'Ultimate Gift, Candy has also completed the first of three erotic paranormal voyeur stories from the 'Flight' series.

Candy's work is strictly for adults who want to unwind at the end of the day and get hard and wet. So pour a glass of wine and enjoy this writer's work.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Kade and the Captives #NewRelease #MMM #Shifters #Excerpt

It's release day for Symbiotic Mates 5: Kade and the Captives.

For those who aren't familiar with the series, Symbiotic mates are two organisms (not the same species) that are involved in a mutually beneficial relationship involving close physical contact.
My mates are feuding vampires and wolf-shifters, who are suddenly dependent on each other for their very survival. Hot alpha predators now connected by sharing blood.

It's hard to believe that two years have passed since the first book in the series was released. A lot happened in that time and for a while the series was on hold. I’m happy to say that the newly revised and expanded books have found a new home at Siren-Bookstrand. Now, here's  a look at:

Symbiotic Mates 5: Kade and the Captives

This title is offered at a 10% discount until midnight CST, August 3rd.
[Ménage and More ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, vampires, werewolves, love triangle, voyeurism, public exhibition, HEA]

Noah Davis and Jesse Ford have been together for years, and Noah is thinking monogamy spells monotony. His dreams of hot werewolf sex have him longing for the real thing. When Noah finds a map of Arcadia on the internet, he sets out to find the Wolf Den. The pack alpha has plans for the human male drinking at the bar and he orders Kade Barker, his enforcer, to seduce Noah. The blue-eyed blond is easy on the eyes and Kade agrees, but sparks fly and the shifter finds himself wondering if he's the one who's been seduced.

Noah has a night of wild sex he'll never forget, but he gets more than he bargained for when he realizes his lycan lover locked him up and threw away the key. Meanwhile, a worried Jesse follows him to Arcadia City. Now both humans are prisoners—and pawns in the war between shifters and vampires. When the alpha finally reveals his plans for the human men, Kade starts having second thoughts, and he isn't sure he'll be able to carry them out.

Note: This book contains dubious consent.

Available at Bookstrand:


Noah was not a wild-and-crazy guy, by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes he felt like there was a yoke around his neck. Sure, he’d put it there willingly, but he and Jesse were approaching their thirtieth birthdays and at this point in his life he had an urge for something he hadn’t experienced yet. It was totally out of character, but Noah wanted a real yoke around his neck. No. More like a leash.

For the most part, Noah was satisfied with their sex life. He liked to bottom. Jesse liked to top. It had been that way for years, but recently it felt like Noah was going through some kind of sexual identity crisis. Sometimes he wanted to be more submissive—very, very submissive. Jesse was a caring, loving partner, but Noah was feeling the need for more dominance, maybe even a little pain to make the pleasure more… well, more pleasurable.

It was weird. He and Jesse had been together so long and yet Noah still found it hard to ask for what he wanted. He was always afraid he’d hurt Jesse’s feelings. Lately his desires were showing themselves in erotic dreams about capture, confinement—and rape. Forced seduction was a scary thing.

Maybe that’s why the assailants in his dreams were always hot werewolves.

These days it was easier to get off on fantasies of hot werewolf sex, than it was to come with his real life lover. Somehow, Noah had to make things right between him and his boyfriend.

Noah jerked at the touch of a hard cock poking his butt.

“Want your back scrubbed?” Jesse whispered in his ear.

Noah twisted his head to look into his lover’s face. Jesse’s grin was so disarming that Noah could not resist it. He offered up a small, sad smile.


Jesse lathered up his hands and rubbed them all over Noah’s back. “You are so fucking pretty. I just want to touch you all the time.”

Way to make me feel like a selfish prick. Noah resolved to be more open with Jesse. “Feels good,” Noah muttered. “Know what would make me feel even better?”

“What, baby?”

Noah didn’t know how to put it. An awkward hush descended over them. Finally he mumbled something. “You could rub harder…”


“You know. Be a little rougher. Maybe smack my ass.”

“You want me to hit you?” Jesse’s shocked tone made Noah feel even worse. The temperature in the shower dropped ten degrees.

Jesse spun him around so they were facing each other. “In case you forgot, the first day I met you, three boys were beating the shit out of you. On that day, I swore to myself that no one would ever lay a hand on you again, not like that. Myself included. I never, ever want to see you hurt.”

“I’m not talking about a beating,” Noah whispered. “Sometimes a little hurt can be a good thing.”

“Are you talking about kinky shit? Because if you are, I just don’t get it.

Aren’t I enough for you? Don’t I make you happy anymore?”

“It’s not about you. I love you, Jesse. Always have. I’m just trying to figure out what I want.”

“Oh shit! If you don’t know what you want, how am I supposed to know?” Jesse seemed to be waiting for an answer, but Noah was at a loss. “You know I would do almost anything to please you,” Jesse said at last. “But this whole thing has me totally stymied. You didn’t have any trouble getting off in your sleep. Tell me about the dream you were having.”

Despite the water turning cold, Noah flushed hot. He was afraid Jesse would laugh at him. “I was being chased by werewolves.”

Jesse started to laugh, but stopped quickly when Noah frowned at him. “You watch too many horror movies. Werewolves do not exist,” Jesse insisted.

“It’s just a stupid fantasy.”

“You’re wrong, Jess.”

“Gimme a frickin’ break.”

“But Jesse, we know there are vampires living in the Pacific Northwest, why can’t you accept the fact that there are werewolves, too?”

“I’ll give you the vampires, but they’re just mutants that like to drink blood.

I don’t believe for a second that they can shift to hawks. No human on Earth can change their shape to an animal. There’s scientific and medical reasons why it’s not possible and never could be. Shape-shifting would require a complete change in a person’s skeleton, not to mention their internal organs, blood vessels—”

“Jesse, a lot of strange things go on in this world and there are no explanations for them. I found this site on the internet… Some guy claims he visited a werewolf city.”

“He’s full of shit,” Jesse spat. “He’s lying through his teeth, or completely delusional. I’m no rocket scientist, but I know the concept of people shape-shifting into wolves is absurd. Nature made wolves and humans to be two totally different species.”

“What about maggots and caterpillars?”

“They only change once, and they can’t go back to their original form.” Jesse sighed. “Don’t look at me like that. This is so hard. I want so very much to please you… Just tell me how.”

“If I can find out where this werewolf city is, will you go with me?”

“Sure.” Jesse’s lips twisted wryly. “That’s an easy promise, because there is no such place.”


Noah’s head spun. It could have been the alcohol, or Kade’s erection grinding against his own, but he had no will to argue.

“Feel what you do to me.” Kade’s hard length pressed against him, and Noah suppressed a shudder. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
Oh, God. Noah felt his face flame and he moaned into another hot kiss.

“I want to touch you,” Kade whispered against his cheek.

Noah could no more stop him than he could stop breathing.

Kade’s hands slipped past the waistband of Noah’s jeans, gripped his ass, and squeezed. Long fingers traced his crack, and one circled his hole. Noah’s knees buckled and he let out a moan. Oh, God. Don’t stop. “Fuck. Kade, you need to stop.”
Kade held him up and murmured in his ear, “You don’t really want me to stop, do you?”

“Yes… Oh, God. No.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” The tip of a finger slipped past resistant muscle.

“Damn, you have a beautiful ass, baby. I want to taste you so bad.” Kade’s finger pressed a little farther and Noah held on to him for dear life. “Tell me what you want.”

Fuck me. Noah moaned. “I don’t know.”

“I think you do.” Kade’s voice was rough. “You little slut. You’re going to come right here, with my finger up your ass, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Please, Kade, I want to come. Please…”

“Know what I want?” Noah could only shake his head. “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Oh, God. Another moan slipped from Noah’s mouth. His eyelids fluttered shut.

“Do you want to go in the backroom and suck me off? Then let me fuck you senseless. What do you think, Noah? Would you like that?”

“God, yes…” Noah hissed. He swayed against Kade, vaguely aware of everyone’s eyes on them as Kade led him through a door behind the bar.

The room was dim and quiet. Noah’s eyes went straight to the narrow bed in the corner. Kade came up behind him and encircled him with strong, muscular arms. “If a guy ties one on, he can sleep it off here.” He chuckled, and a hand reached between Noah’s thighs and squeezed his straining cock.

“We’ll make use of it later. You promised me a blowjob first.”

Oh, God. Did I?

Kade’s scent surrounded Noah, made him dizzy. He couldn’t think straight and he let himself be led to a corner of the room. Kade leaned against the wall and stared at Noah with the eyes of a predator. “Get on your knees, boy.”

Noah hesitated for a second, and Kade’s big hands landed on his shoulders, pushing him to his knees. Noah fumbled with the zipper of Kade’s jeans, but he was all thumbs and his hands shook so bad he couldn’t get it down.

The werewolf fairly vibrated with impatience. He scoffed and pushed Noah’s hands away. Kade unzipped his own fly and released a stiff rod of epic proportions, the purple head already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. He flashed a predatory smile at Noah’s groan. “Like what you see?”

Kade’s heady male musk overwhelmed Noah’s senses and made heat curl low in his belly. Speechless, Noah could only nod.

Kade shoved his jeans down over his hips and kicked them aside. “Then come and get it. It’s all yours, baby.”

Noah’s eyes went wide. It was too late to back out now. And God help him, he didn’t want to. Noah’s head felt like someone had stuffed cotton inside it, and all he could think about was sex—and Kade.

Noah reached out a hand and held the weight of Kade’s meaty cock in his palm. He couldn’t get over how large the man was. He wanted to swallow Kade whole but he knew he’d never be able to take all of him. Starting off slow, he explored the weeping head, tonguing the slit for a pearl of pre-cum. Kade’s taste, pure wild male, exploded on his tongue.

Above him, Kade hissed at the contact and his fingers dug into Noah’s scalp. Noah looked up, and their eyes locked. There was a fierceness in Kade’s gaze that made Noah’s breath catch. He circled the base of Kade’s shaft with his fingers and took him in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head, pumping and sucking in tandem.

Kade moaned softly and pushed farther into his mouth, stopping when Noah started to gag. After that, he let Noah set his own pace. Gradually Noah relaxed, his throat opened up, and Kade’s considerable length slid in a little deeper. Kade played with his hair. “Ah, fuck, such a good mouth.”

Encouraged by Kade’s sounds of approval, Noah let Kade’s shaft slide between his lips. Then Noah swallowed him again and settled into a rhythm. Suddenly, a noise behind him caught Noah’s attention. He twisted his head, just a little, and his eyes went wide when he saw men filing into the room. The idea of being watched took him higher. It was all new and exciting. His heart raced and his breathing quickened. Kade tugged on his hair, pulling Noah’s attention back to his dick. “Harder, baby. I’m close.”

Noah did as he was told. He sucked harder, working Kade’s cock and balls.

“Fuck!” Kade’s big hands held Noah’s head steady as he let go with explosive force. “Take it all. Swallow my spunk, baby.” Kade howled with pleasure.

Cum flooded Noah’s mouth and dripped from the corners of his lips. He licked Kade clean and sat back on his heels when he was done. He’d never thought that a werewolf could taste so good or that he’d enjoy having another man’s cock in his mouth, beside Jesse’s. In just a few hours, his whole outlook on sex had changed. Confidant in his performance, he looked up at Kade, hoping for a few words of approval.

The werewolf pulled him to his feet. “You did good. But then I knew you would. As soon as I laid eyes on you, I knew that mouth was made to suck cock.”

Kade’s mouth covered his, and Noah shattered under the force of the kiss. To Noah, a kiss implied intimacy, even more than a blowjob. Suddenly, his eager reaction to Kade’s passion set off an explosion of guilt.

What have I done?
Happy Reading!

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Release Blitz: Suspiciously Obedient by Julia Kent

From USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent comes the second book in her "Obedient" trilogy:

A fake persona with very real emotions...

As "Matt Jones," CEO playboy Michael Bournham has just stumbled into his wildest dream and worst nightmare while playing a middle-management employee role for a reality television stunt. Getting caught making love with his administrative assistant, Lydia Charles, on camera let unscrupulous Hollywood producers blackmail him before launching the video on YouTube. Fired from his job and ridiculed on social media, Mike needs to hit "reboot" on his life. Hiding Lydia away in Iceland with a made-up job, he sends his best friend Jeremy to watch over her. Meanwhile, he disguises himself once more and booked a cabin at Lydia's family's campground in Maine, to immerse himself in her world.

A best friend with deeper intentions...

After more than a decade of world travel and hedonistic fun, dot-com millionaire Jeremy wants more out of his friendship with Mike, but more than that - he wants Lydia. Struck by her beauty and essence, he follows Mike's order and obeys, courting her with a friendship that quickly becomes a deeper bond, charged by Lydia's fantasies about him - and Mike. Unable to resist, he becomes her confidante and bedmate, helping her to come to grips with her impulsive decisions and to find her way back home to Maine.

A woman torn by desire...

Lydia accepts the move to Iceland to become the Director of Communications for European Operations not realizing it's a sham position Michael Bournham created to help hide her from the firestorm of the viral sex tape. Living in a new country should be fun, but side glances and whispers from her new Icelandic employees dig at her. Ignored by her new boss at Bournham Industries, Lydia's disenchantment with her bold move is softened only by Jeremy's appearance. Wild and loose, he fills a void in her life - and soon fills her bed.
When she decides there's no place like home, the new couple embarks for her family's campground - and Jeremy's suspicious obedience will be revealed.



USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent turned to writing romance novels after learning that she could not work as a fighter pilot because her fear of flying disqualified her. Turning to her second love, she became a dog groomer, but had to abandon that job after adopting too many strays. Writing about very real, very flawed people is a natural extension of her life and, well, her. She lives on the east coast with her partner, two small children, seventeen dogs that weigh less than fifteen pounds each, and a monthly consumption of Nutella, brie and french bread that makes cardiologists cringe.

She is originally from Ohio.

She loves to hear from her readers by email at jkentauthor@gmail.com, on Twitter @jkentauthor, and on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/julia.kent.100.

Visit my blog at http://jkentauthor.blogspot.com







Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Caught by His Vampire Mate - Dakota Dawn #NewRelease #Vampires #BDSM

Siren author Dakota Dawn is in the house. She's talking about her new release and sharing an excerpt, so without further ado, here's Dakota...
With dripping fangs, I'd like to thank Gale Stanley for having me and give you a peek into my story Caught by His Vampire Mate.
Conlin gets more than just blood when he and his friend, Ghost, break into the local blood bank. In the blink of an eye Conlin's buddy is scared out of the building and he's misted from the room and into a massive bed which he is quickly tied firmly to.
Tristan is shocked to find his mate breaking into his business. The beast in him knows just what to do, though.
Conlin's life is about to change. Other than learning to be a vampire's mate, he will also have to survive being attacked by a devilishly, deranged villain.


Conlin McLauchlan’s need to help his brother gets him into deep trouble. When vampire Tristan Wyckoff catches Conlin breaking into his business, he doesn’t mind tying up his attractive prey, he actually prefers it.
Conlin’s desperation to help his vampire brother leads them to the Wyckoff brothers’ property. The three vampire brothers run a winery that mixes blood into each bottle. Conlin believes they’ve found a home, but his brother and their friend Ghost don’t think so.
When his small family wants to leave because they fear for Conlin’s life, he’s devastated. His feelings for Tristan were instantaneous and had only been growing over the time they’d been together.
Tristan is flying high. His mate is perfect, from Conlin’s fiery spirit to the man’s newfound love of being bound by Tristan in the bedroom. Unfortunately, there are two things trying to hinder their blooming love, Conlin’s irritating friend, Ghost, and some evil presence in the area.
Something wicked is afoot. Will Tristan be able to save Conlin from the being that wants him dead?

Buy Link:  http://www.bookstrand.com/caught-by-his-vampire-mate


Tristan Wyckoff’s phone thundered out his brother’s dark and dangerous ringtone. “Hello, Caleb. What can I do for you?” None of the Wyckoff brothers were chatterboxes, so Tristan knew the call had to be important.
“Booth called and filled me in on a problem with our Paris blood bank. He said they’ve been having trouble with someone breaking in and taking blood. The person leaves between twenty to forty dollars on the counter each time. They’re taking ten pints of blood each time,” Caleb informed Tristan. A hint of frustration flavored his words.
“Have they tried to catch the person?”
“Yes. Booth has stayed there all night several times, but the burglar never shows up unless nobody is in the blood bank. The burglar somehow knows when a person is inside the building waiting to catch them. Drake can’t look into it because he’s out of town checking into some improved security system. I can’t go because I’m doing end-of-month accounting for the business. That leaves you, big bro.”
“I guess it does. I’ll look into it.” Tristan hung up the phone and frowned. Why would a person break in and take some blood, and then leave money on the counter? The burglar must not be mean and hard-hearted, but the person was technically stealing from him. That was something he couldn’t tolerate.
The Wyckoffs paid good money to keep their blood banks going. Plus, it took a lot of effort to make their business successful. He couldn’t let anyone try to harm their family business. Tristan rubbed his chin as he made plans for catching their thief.

* * * *

Three nights later Tristan’s misting in and out of the blood bank paid off. A second after he entered the building, he heard the back window unlock. He appeared in the room in time to see a spirit step back as the newly unlocked window opened. Tristan stayed hidden in the shadows and watched.
As soon as the small male squeezed through the window and jumped to the floor, he said, “Thanks, Ghost. I knew I could count on you.”
“We can’t keep this up. You know that, right?”
“You have to keep helping me, Ghost. My brother needs us. Do you want him to die?” the slender man asked. His voice held a note of desperation.
“You know I don’t…but there has to be another way. I don’t like this,” the spirit answered, gruffly.
Tristan was intrigued by the situation. His theory seemed to be true. The thief wasn’t doing this to be mean or for fun. The air conditioner kicked on and within seconds the human’s scent filled Tristan’s nostrils. The succulent aroma was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His heartbeat accelerated and his dick hardened. Tristan had just found his mate!
Mate. At that thought, his fangs extended. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it only imprinted his mate’s delicious scent into every cell of his body and made his cock lengthen even more. The beast within him roared. It needed to claim its mate right now.
“I understand that you don’t like this. I don’t either, but until we can come up with another plan we have to do this,” the little human stated, then looked around. “Let’s get this over with. I’m starting to feel strange.”
“It’s most likely your guilty conscience. I’m glad to see it’s still alive and well,” the spirit said wryly.
“I know you don’t like doing this anymore than I do. For the record, I want you to know your help means the world to me.”
Tristan’s fangs were aching and his balls had started throbbing. He shifted and ran his hand soothingly over the desperate flesh between his legs.
“What’s wrong?” the desirable human asked.
In a squeaky voice, the spirit answered, “Someone’s here.”
“What the hell? You said the building was empty.”
“It was, but now it’s not. Run!”
Oh hell. Tristan knew he was busted. It wasn’t a bad thing, though. His need to claim his mate was growing by the second.
He stepped from the dark shadows and sucked in a breath of his mate’s scent. Scrumptious. Tristan couldn’t wait to taste the man’s blood as he plunged his cock deeply into his long-awaited mate’s hot body.
The glorious man held up his hands in surrender. Tristan liked that, a lot.

* * * *

“Whoa, big guy. I mean you no harm. I just needed some blood.” Conlin couldn’t believe he’d been caught. He also couldn’t help but notice how handsome and fierce the guy was who’d caught him.
Caught. At that thought, Conlin’s dick jerked to attention. Now was not the time for sex. It was time to make an escape. He couldn’t go to jail. Darrin would die without him.
Conlin took a step back and the hunk took two steps forward. He chanced a quick glance at Ghost.
“I’ll hit him over the head. That should give you a chance to escape.” Ghost moved over to a sturdy-looking, solid-glass paperweight.
The second Ghost touched it, the vamp roared and bared really large fangs at Ghost.
To his horror, Ghost squeaked and disappeared.
Holy shit! The vamp could see Ghost. Nobody had been able to see Ghost except Darrin. Conlin looked around for his buddy. Oh hell. The vamp had scared Ghost out of the room and possibly out of the building. Conlin swallowed hard and took another step backward. The vampire turned and looked at him. The huge guy’s eyes started glowing. Conlin’s heart leapt to his throat. A tingling sensation started in his groin and shot through his body.
Whatever was happening, he didn’t have time for it. Needing to escape, Conlin turned and ran for the window. As he jumped, reaching for the windowsill, he was tackled and dragged to the floor.

Buy Link:  http://www.bookstrand.com/caught-by-his-vampire-mate

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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

BlogTour: The Oracle of Delphi by Diantha Jones

I’m excited to be part of the blog tour for the Oracle of Delphi series. Author Diantha Jones is here, and she's talking about what it means to be self-published. And don't forget to enter the giveaways (see below) and follow the tour to learn more about Diantha and her fictional world: www.diantha-jones.com/p/oracle-of-delphi-tour.html


Indie: What it really means to be Self-Published

“Indie” is quite the fancy word, don't you think? But to me, it's so much more than a word and it really can't even be defined. But if I had to give it a definition it would be, “he/she who does everything.”

From conception to publication, an Indie author controls every aspect of their book's creation. But sometimes I feel that self-published authors who are just getting into the game don't actually realize the truth of that. The result is a half-baked effort to get a book into readers' hands, usually before it's ready.

Researching the process is vital to an Indie and it's something I should have done before publishing my first book. Lesson learned, but I feel it's my duty to share my knowledge with others. There's editing, formatting for digital and print, book covers (SO important!) and of course, marketing. All things Indie are responsible for making happen.

Before I got into the Indie game, I'd never heard of a thing such as a virtual blog tour. Come to find out, it's the hottest thing to do and even traditionally published authors are in on it. Having a social media presence is crucial and an author without a Twitter account is a ghost. Nobody can see you. Beta readers are a good idea and outlines are an even better one. A good editor is worth every penny spent and a bad book cover will break you. This is all stuff I learned along the way, but would have known before if I'd done my research.
And I know, it's a lot to deal with, but it's what we have to do as Indies. Every triumph is yours, but so is every mistake–Bad editing, horrible book covers, etc. So you want the fancy title? Be prepared to be the definition: Indies do EVERYTHING. But I'd say, it's definitely worth it.

Prophecy of Solstice's Ends (Oracle of Delphi #3)
Release Date: July 15, 2013

Summer Solstice is here. Let the games begin.

Nothing but lies (some of them her own) and deceit have brought Chloe to Olympus for the Solstice Olympic Games. As the Oracle and the special guest of the King of Myth, Chloe becomes immersed in a life of unfathomable luxury, taunting history, and overwhelming excitement. Though scheming and untrustworthy, the gods remain on their best behavior as the tension and anticipation builds around the outcome of the Quest of the Twelve Labors, the deadliest competition of the Games. All seems well on the celestial front...until athletes start turning up dead and a philosopher missing for months returns with a most terrifying story...

 But that’s not all.

 As Strafford confronts his troubled past and more is learned about the Great Unknown Prophecy, Chloe grows close to another, setting off a chain of events that will bring her face-to-face with a truth that will rock both of her worlds to their core.

 And it’ll all happen before Solstice’s end...

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Biography and Links

Diantha Jones was born the day thousands of turkeys sacrificed their lives to fill millions of American bellies on November 22 which also happened to be Thanksgiving Day (Her mother says she owes her a turkey). She is a Journalism graduate who wants to be a career novelist (of books, not Facebook posts). When not writing or working, she is reading on her Nook, being hypnotized by Netflix or on a mission to procure french fries.

The Oracle of Delphi fantasy series is her first series. She is also the author of Mythos: Stories from Olympus, a companion series, and there is another fantasy series in the works. She also writes (new) adult fantasy/paranormal romance under the name A. Star. Invasion (An Alien Romance) is her first title released under this pen name. Future releases under A. Star include, the Love & Steampunk series, the Purr, Inc. stories, and more.

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Monday, July 22, 2013

Talking Titles with Sage Marlowe: Stockholm Syndrome

Hi all and thanks for stepping by. Thank you for having me on your blog today, Gale!

For an author, life is full of surprises. Sometimes the plot bunnies jump at us from every corner in the most unexpected of places and sometimes they seem to run from us as fast as they can. Same with titles. Sometimes a title will present itself easily while we write a story and sometimes we sit and stare at the screen for hours to come up with an intriguing, new and above all, fitting title.

Stockholm Syndrome was an exception. I heard that term for the first time at some point in the ‘90s and it stuck with me. Back then I could only dream of being a published author, but ever since my first book was accepted for publication, I knew I’d write a story with that title. So, unlike all my other books, this baby had a name even before there were characters and a plot. It was fairly obvious what the book would be about, and I’m delighted that it turned out to be a full-sized novel and allowed me to add an element of thriller / suspense to my erotic romance.

Now that you know the title, let me tell you the story:


We don’t get to choose who we fall in love with—and sometimes we fall too far…

Daniel Eames is a bodyguard. Usually assigned to protecting politicians, he has fallen out of his boss’s good books after getting too close to his last charge’s son but when rising Hollywood star and Academy Award nominee Bryan McTiernan receives peculiar letters and requires the best possible protection, Dan is put on the job.

While he agrees that the letters are more than harmless fan mail, he finds it impossible to narrow down his suspicions and Bryan isn’t helping by alternately seducing and irritating the hell out of him. Against his better judgement, Dan falls for Bryan’s manipulations, but the more he gets to glimpse behind the façade of the young actor, the more he realises that something in Bryan’s past has a strong hold over him. While both Dan and Bryan are aware of this, neither sees the full extent of his fixation.

With the help of Gabe, a fellow bodyguard and friend, Dan pursues different theories and even hires a private investigator to learn about Bryan’s well-hidden past. What he discovers has the potential to destroy more than just a promising career and in the end, Bryan has to make a choice—allow for his past fixation to take him hostage again or run away and into Dan’s open arms?


I looked up from my desk and tossed aside the paper clip I’d been toying with. "Seriously, an actor? You know that’s not my usual clientele. Tell them to look elsewhere. Or send someone else, I don’t care. I’m not interested."

Michelle met my scowl with perfect calm. "Bronson wants you for the job, Daniel."

"Why on earth does he want me?"

"Make an educated guess."

Michelle was my boss’s secretary. As she stood there in my office, arms crossed in front of her chest and hips tilted, I realised once again that she combined the looks of an Afghan with the personality of a Doberman. I let out a weary sigh. "Babysitting Hollywood wannabes really isn’t my field of expertise," I pointed out. "And he’s on the other side of the fucking continent. Have they run out of bodyguards in LA?"

She snorted. "Hardly, and it’s not that they want to haul your ass over there because you’re so fucking fabulous either. They guy lives here in New York and you know, this is just a thought, but maybe Bronson wants you away from your so-called field of expertise after the, ahem, cock-up you made of your last assignment." I didn’t like the sugary tone in her voice, but she ignored the indignant stare I shot her and added, "Besides, Bryan McTiernan is hardly a Hollywood wannabe. He’s establishing himself as a household name. His last three films were huge box office hits, he earned himself an Academy Award nomination last year and his current film will probably win him one of the little golden boys."

"Good for him. If he’s such a big star, he ought to have at least a dozen bodyguards by now. Why don’t they take care of him?"

"Well, apparently Mr McTiernan has never been too concerned about his safety and doesn’t think he needs any security at all except for the usual muscle at big events. He wasn’t even the one who asked for protection. His management, however, has a different opinion. They want him to be safe and they’re willing to pay pretty much any price."

My curiosity was raised, despite my better judgement. "If they really said that, the boy’s got to be worth something."

"He’s just entered the eight figure league if that’s what you’re asking."

"Ten million bucks?"

She smirked. "Double that."

Impressed, I whistled through my teeth. "Not bad. Tell me more. What’s his problem exactly?"

Michelle gave me the kind of knowing half-smile that made me think she’d read my thoughts. "Stalker," she said.

I reached for my coffee and leant back, considering my options. When I’d started working in personal security a few years ago, I’d promised myself to never get involved with the Hollywood babes, no matter which place they called home, or with the rich and the famous. As far as safety was concerned, it was hard enough to protect someone who didn’t lead a life in the public eye, or had crazy fans that needed to be taken into account. But even I recognised a big fish when I heard about it and if the guy was worth that kind of money, then this case might be the perfect chance for me to prove my own value to my employer. I put down the cup and took a breath. "Is it serious?"

Michelle gave a shrug. "I really have no idea, but it sounds serious enough. Looks like his stalker is the kind who believes themselves to be his soul mate or some shit like that."

"I see. What do we have?"

"A bunch of letters."

"Okay. Threats?"

She shook her head.

"Personal contact of any kind?"


I paused briefly, then I said, "Could be nothing."

"I know. And yet it might be everything. Either way, it’s not as though you’ve got anything else to do at the moment, and as you can probably imagine, Mr B is dying to bag himself that assignment. You know you’re not in his good books right now. This could be your chance to jump right back into the first chapter."

So my thoughts hadn’t been all that wrong. "Bronson can just go fuck himself," I grumbled. "Why doesn’t he look after the kid himself if he wants the job so badly?"

Michelle rolled her eyes. "He wants you to do it, Dan, and he wants you to do it well. Extremely well. He can charge McTiernan’s management basically anything he wants for this job and they. Will. Pay. Having you as his watchdog is still cheaper than what they stand to lose if anything happens to him. And as for Bronson fucking himself—rumour has it that you are the one who will be seriously fucked if you don’t give Mr B a reason for keeping you, so do I really have to tell you that this is going to be a test for you?"

"Fuck. Really?" I’d suspected as much, but knowing I was officially on the boss’s shit list put a dent into my well-polished box of self-esteem.

"Really. As I said. He wasn’t impressed with what happened the last time."

I bit back a groan. As if I needed reminding. "Fine. I’ll meet the kid. Make an appointment, would you?"

Smirking, Michelle turned and walked to the door. "Already did. You’ll see him at three. The address is in your phone."

"Oh, what would I do without you?" I heaved a theatrical sigh.

"The same as you always do—try to knock down walls with that stubborn head of yours and collect bruises in the process."

* * * *

At five minutes before three, I pulled up at the address Michelle had helpfully typed into my electronic calendar. I was surprised at what I found. Instead of the huge, overpriced villa or town house I’d expected, I parked in front of an apartment building that could have been the address of any average Joe. An up-and-coming Hollywood star was certainly not who I would have imagined to live in this neighbourhood. But then again, underneath the makeup, big hair and larger-than-life personalities the media created for them, they were all just ordinary people and the Big Apple took another shade off their shine anyway.

I decided to wait for a couple more minutes as I didn’t want to appear overly enthusiastic by showing up early. It was true, I basically had to take on this assignment, but that was something my client didn’t know. Besides, lingering around for a little longer gave me an excuse to check out the hottie who’d just come running up the street. Yes, running was the right expression. Instead of the moderate pace many joggers, myself included, employed, the guy approached at full speed. He slowed down a bit when he reached my car and looked straight at me in passing. He quirked a dazzling smile, then he shot me a wink and bolted up the stairs to the apartment building. I was still staring at the door after it had fallen shut. Weirdo. Extremely pretty, though, from what I’d seen. I shook off the incident, unclipped the seatbelt and got out of the car. Time for a first security check.

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“Okay then. How do you want to play this?” I asked when Bryan returned after his lengthy conversation on the phone. Judging by the furrows on his forehead he wasn’t too happy about the things that had been addressed, but he’d kept his voice too low for me to overhear anything specific.

His eyes narrowed. “How do I want to play this? It’s your call, isn’t it? I’m only doing this for Heidi. If I got to choose, you wouldn’t be here at all but long on your way back to wherever you’ve come from.”

“The way you insist on not needing me could almost lead me to believe you know something that you’re not telling.”

Bryan stared at me for several seconds before he answered. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

I gave him a disarming smile. “Nothing. I’m merely stating a fact. Although, should you really have any information about those letters, no matter how irrelevant it may seem to you, now would be the perfect time to admit to it. I’d be willing to forget the entire incident and you could save yourself a lot of money.”

Raising one eyebrow in arrogant indifference, Bryan gave a shrug. “I’m not paying for this. Heidi hired you, so be sure to send the bill to her.”

“That’s not the answer to my question.”

“There never was a question, just you making an assumption. And unless you’re implying that I’m sending those letters to myself, which incidentally I’m not, I refuse to discuss this matter any further.” His so far non-existent accent had begun to surface during Bryan’s heated little speech. It was the first time something about him reminded me that I was dealing with a foreigner, although nothing about Bryan made him appear foreign to this country. Quite the opposite. He blended in well—almost too well, which could have been attributed to him trying a bit too hard to come across as an all-American boy. Not for the first time, I had to remind myself that I was dealing with someone whose job it was to sell people a fake reality, a truth he could bend to his liking, and it was a profession Bryan was good at as his two Academy Award nominations showed.

I sighed. The pretty exterior came with a hard core, it seemed, or rather with the kind of attitude that rich, spoilt, only children always appeared to have. I remembered the behaviour only too well, but refused to dwell on those memories now. At least that episode of my life had taught me some lessons in handling spirited youngsters.

About the author

Sage is a multi-published author of MM erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay erotic fiction.

A willing slave to all the fascinating guys who keep queuing up and want their stories told, Sage can almost always be found cooking up the next hot story or daydreaming about new ways of rubbing sexy male bodies together to make the sparks fly.

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