Saturday, May 31, 2014

Release Blitz: Bridling His Vampire @Suzdemello #vampire #EroticRomance

Bridles and vampires? Bondage and discipline? YES YES YES! (@MFRW_ORG #vampires)

Bridling His Vampire is a short story in the bestselling Highland Vampire series from Ellora’s Cave. 

The events in the story took place in 1766, between Desire in Tartan (1759) and Rakes in Tartan (1816). It’s better enjoyed in the context of the series; however, it’s written as a stand-alone.

What’s it about, you ask?

Edgar, Laird MacReiver, has never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird, until she bites his tongue and drinks his blood. Still, he's determined to bridle the wild child of the infamous vampire clan by any means necessary, including bondage and discipline.

But are some women impossible to tame? 

Bondage and discipline? So it must be sexy, right? SHOW ME. 

Okay! Here’s an excerpt!

Edgar’s lips caressed hers and her mind emptied of everything except this new experience. Isobel wanted to remember everything about her first kiss: the strength of his arms, the warmth of his lips followed by the wetness of his tongue as it slid slyly into her mouth. 

His flavor was distinctive, a spice like nothing she’d tasted before, a toothsome relish composed of spring water, mint and honey. The scent of the forest mingled with his aroma, a fragrance that melded good male sweat with an underlying freshness that reminded her of the summer sun glittering on the sea.
His hand trailed down her back to curve over her bottom. He squeezed, and the tingling heat of passion spread from his broad warm palm to encompass all of her. A purr rose in her throat. She slid her arms beneath his and held onto his shoulders from behind. 

She pulled him in tight, wanting nothing but this kiss to go on and on forever. Life had become so simple. Their mouths touching, their hands exploring, their bodies pressed against each other were everything. Nothing else mattered.
She sucked on his tongue but still wanted more. She nipped and then, tasting a new flavor, licked the tip. Was it his blood? She didnae care. He was delicious. 
She sucked harder. Yes, that was his blood seeping over her tongue from the tiny bite, and it was intoxicating… He was intoxicating. He groaned and his grip tightened. She became aware that his muscular body had hardened against hers.

That she’d taken his blood had stirred him. A bolt of pure lust snapped through her. He was aroused by her need and that, in turn, inflamed her. His maleness thrust blindly, seeking her warmth and heat. She pressed herself against him not only with desire but also with a sense of wonderment. She had not known how good he’d feel pressed against her.

His hands shifted, roamed, explored… He took her wrists and drew them down to the small of her back.

He pulled away but she couldn’t reach for him to bring him back. He gripped her shoulders and looked into her eyes with a peculiar intensity. His blond hair swung loose, and she realized what he’d done. 

He’d bound her hands behind her back with his leather hair tie.

“What…why did ye do that?” She tried to tug her wrists apart, but he’d tethered them firmly.

“To stop you from running away from me.” His panting breaths stilled, became controlled. He was always so controlled. She hated that.

He wanted to control her, and she hated that even more. “I don’t run from ye. I’m not a’feared of ye!”

“Isobel, you’ve been running from me for five years.” He began to unbutton her blouse.

“What are ye doin? Me da will kill ye!”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” He slipped a hand into her blouse. Her corset pressed her tightly, supporting her breasts, and he pushed his fingers down into the valley between the mounds. Withdrawing his hand, he released one, cupping it, flicking the nipple, watching it tighten.

He’d never touched her breast before. No man had. It felt good, but it was wrong. She raised a knee and tried to jam it into his cods. He twisted, and she struck air instead. Off balance, she teetered.

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About the author:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

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Friday, May 30, 2014

Book Spotlight: Revenge of the Orgasm #erotic #poetry

Today the spotlight is on Revenge of the Orgasm, a sensual, intimate poetry collection by award winning author and Poet, G.P.A. (Greatest Poet Alive). I was totally blown away by this unique and erotic autobiography. It took me on a sizzling journey that I hated to see end. 

Available at Amazon:

Her Flow 
Time slows, halts, and speeds up. The planet we exist upon spins off its axis. Tremors touch terrain tearing it simpler than sharp knives through wet paper. Waves raise themselves to the height of skyscrapers and mountains, splashing upon land, obliterating homes, and drowning several. From the cracks in the Earth, fire springs forth after the water has passed.  

This is not Revelations realized. Nor has the Apocalypse arrived. The world is not meeting its end. And there are no natural disasters occurring.  

I am in the embrace of her arms and thighs. Equilibrium is dizzy from womb’s whirlwind. Obelisk’s body is drowning in tsunami’s torrent. This is her flow

About the Author

G.P.A. (Greatest Poet Alive) is an award winning, critically acclaimed author and Poet from the South Side of Chicago Il. He has written four books and participated in several anthologies. G.P.A. is currently the Moth Storytelling Champion for his poem "Bully" (My Chocolate Milk). He is currently performing works from his latest book, Revenge of the Orgasm.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

LOKI is available for #preorder #scifi #manlove

Loki is now available for preorder!

And there's a 10% discount until midnight CST, June 14th.

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, public exhibition, HEA]

Loki is a product of mix and match genetics. He wasn't meant to see the outside world, but now the military wants to make an example of him, and he's living with one of their own. Can Captain Thomas Sawyer turn a cougar-shifter into a pussycat? 

Read more excerpts and preorder at Bookstrand: 

Story Snippet

Loki clenched his teeth and waited for the first bite of the lash. He’d crossed the line—again. And now he had to pay the price. The whip whistled through the air. A second later it bit into his flesh. The sting burned like fire, but he didn’t make a sound. He would not give Kane the satisfaction of hearing him cry out.

The whip landed again, this time on his ass. Tears welled in his eyes, but he blinked them back. A third strike. This time the leather wrapped itself around his thighs. Loki’s head jerked back, but he remained silent. Twice more the whip sliced into him, and then everything stopped. His agony settled down to a burning ache, but Loki knew his punishment was just beginning.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Cover Reveal: City Nights: One Night in Paris by Lucy Felthouse #MF #erotic #romance

Cover Reveal for City Nights: One Night in Paris by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)


Jacob is nearly forty, and has recently come to the sudden realisation that he’s not doing much with his life. Sure, he’s got his own successful business, but what’s the point in earning lots of money and not doing anything or going anywhere to spend it?

He’s in serious danger of being all work and no play, so he starts to rectify this by organising a twenty four hour layover in Paris en route to a meeting in Dubai. Whilst there, he goes on a bus tour of the city, and there meets Annabelle, a fellow Brit who’s studying in Paris. There’s clearly an attraction between the two of them, so when the gorgeous Annabelle makes an indecent proposal to help Jacob fill his time in Paris, who is he to refuse?

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati.

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Monday, May 26, 2014

Excerpt: Mace #Scifi #Manlove



In a secret military complex, a scientist uses genetic engineering to spawn a new breed of humans who can shape-shift into animals. One-nineteen, a bat hybrid, longs for his freedom, but when he finally gets a chance to try his wings, he's afraid of getting caught and hides in an underground cave.

Brad Walsh is an experienced caver, but an accident leaves him trapped underground. Rescue comes in the form of a shy stranger, who calls himself Mace. Brad invites Mace into his home—and his bed. But he has no idea that his virgin lover is a shape-shifter who's on the government's most wanted list. 

For the first time in his life, Mace knows what it feels like to have someone care about him, but staying with Brad is out of the question. 


Never in a million years could Brad have predicted what happened that night. He rarely went to bars. Too much noise, too many people… …Besides, he sucked at striking up conversations.

“Don’t be antisocial,” the guys had told him. “Just relax.” Someone bought him a gin and tonic. One drink turned into two, then three, then four……. Brad could barely keep his ass on the bar stool. When he spilled his drink, the curly-haired bartender came right over to mop it up. Their eyes locked and Brad did a double take. 

Am I seeing things, or did the bartender really wink at me?

“I’m Lewis,” curly -hair said. 

Brad felt his face heat as he stammered out his own name.

“You look a little green around the gills, Brad, but I have just the thing for you.” Lewis adjusted his jeans, and there was no mistaking the wink this time.


“Leave it to me. You won’t be sorry.” Lewis turned away, and a very flustered Brad couldn’t help admiring the man’s fine ass. Heat curled low in his belly. It had been a long time since he’d been with anyone—or drank so much liquor. Maybe I’m reading too much into this. God, he hoped not. 

By the time the bartender came back with his drink, Brad felt like he had a fever. He stared at the tall glass of amber-colored liquid and sniffed at it. “I don’t know… …What is it?”

“Hair of the dog. Fernet, lemon, and ginger beer. Guaranteed to get you on the road to recovery.” Lewis’s sexy lips turned up in a devastating grin. And if it doesn’t, I’ll take you home myself.”

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Friday, May 23, 2014

Blog Tour: Love Lessons Learned by K.C. Wells #MM #Excerpt #Giveaway

Book Name: Love Lessons Learned
Author Name: K.C. Wells

Author Bio: Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a m̩nage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings Рwriting about men in love was even hotter...

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.
The laptop still has no idea of what hit it... it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.
Author Links: K.C. can be reached via email (, on Facebook ( or through comments at the K.C.Wells website ( ) K.C. loves to hear from readers.

Twitter: @IslandTalesPres
Cover Artist: Anna Sikorska
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Blurb: John Wainwright is having a momentous day. To start off, he lands his first teaching job. Then his brother, Evan, and Evan’s husband, Daniel, take him out to celebrate in Manchester’s gay village. An encounter with a sexy man forces John to admit what he’s been denying for too long—he’s gay. His coming out proves he’s supported and loved by his family and roommates. What more could a man want? There’s just one small problem: John’s dishy Head Teacher, Brett Sanderson, and John’s gigantic crush on him. Too bad Brett is straight.

Brett Sanderson leads a double life. At thirty-three, he is the Head Teacher of a primary school. But for seven years now, during every school holiday, Brett has fled to Brighton, where he becomes ‘Rob,’ a man who has a different guy in his bed every night but has never had a relationship.

Once he’s back in school, Brett is firmly back in that closet, until his newest staff member starts prying open the door. When John pulls out all the stops to get Brett’s attention, neither man is prepared for the consequences.

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“John….” For a moment, his nerve failed him.

John glanced up and became still. “Yes?” Brett heard his breath hitch.

“John, I just wanted to say… I’m sorry.”

A look of mild surprise crossed John’s face, and then his expression hardened. “You’ve already apologized.”

“No,” Brett insisted. “Please, let me finish.” John’s eyes met his, and he gave a brief nod. “I miss the way we were together, before I—” Brett swallowed. “—before I did something really stupid.” He watched as John’s face contracted as if in pain. “Not that us having sex was stupid, don’t get me wrong.” Fuck, this is difficult. Brett struggled to find the words to express what was in his heart. “But the way I chose to go about things, that was stupid, and the way I treated you after, well, that was downright cruel.”

John seemed to be holding his breath, his gaze fixed on Brett.

“What I’m trying to say—and making a real mess of it—is that I want us to go back to how we were before I fucked up. I’ve made you unhappy. Hell, I’ve made both of us fucking miserable. But I want to put things right.” Brett took a deep breath. He’d never been this hesitant his entire life. “Can… can we start again, please? And… and see where things take us?” Those last few words had him eyeing John anxiously. Please… please say yes….

John stared at him, lips parted, eyes shining. Slowly, he exhaled.

“Yes,” he said at last. “I’d like that.” He took a step toward Brett—just as someone rapped loudly on the door.

“Are you two ready? You won’t believe the crowd that’s waiting for you!” Trish sounded positively gleeful.

“And that’s our cue,” Brett said reluctantly. He smiled. “Ready?”

John nodded, a shy smile spreading slowly across his face. “Ready.”

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Thursday, May 22, 2014

Release Blitz: The Burlington Manor Affair by Saskia Walker


A legendary family estate.
A mutual longing.
A bargain struck.

Carmen Shelby wants what's been left to her—the valuable estate that she once called home. Rex Carruthers is the heir to Burlington Manor, a ruthless playboy who enjoys playing games, and all he wants is for Carmen to surrender. There can be only one winner...

"Walker deftly spins a captivating tale that will have readers holding their collective breath until the last page is turned.”—Publishers Weekly on The Libertine

"Saskia Walker is one on the top erotic writers of the millennium." - Alison Tyler

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"As the kiss deepened, her body trembled—which only made his grip on her tighten. He wanted to keep his little bird…make her sing out with pleasure." –The Burlington Manor Affair, Saskia Walker 


“The trouble with this arrangement,” Rex commented as he walked across the room, “is that I’m enjoying it rather too much.” He watched her reaction.
Carmen stopped dead, standing on the patterned rug in the middle of the room. “What are you saying?”
Rex sat down in a winged armchair.  “For a month you do everything I want, every weekend, absolutely anything and everything.” He paused, allowing his message to sink in. “And in return for that you get my half of the property.”
“I told you I’d pay.”
Those eyes of hers, such defiance. How delicious it was to see her fire.
“That won’t be necessary. You will have earned every tiny part of the property by the time I hand it over. Don’t worry about the money.”
She knotted her fingers together. “You’re trying to embarrass me. That wasn’t part of the bargain.”
“I don’t agree. Mostly because I don’t seem to have to try very hard before you get embarrassed. I think you’re embarrassment trigger and your arousal trigger are very close together.” He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “I can’t help that, and neither can you.”
She pressed her lips together. She was clearly annoyed, and yet he could also see that she was acutely aroused. The hands-on treatment he’d given her out in the grounds had her poised for action. She was taut and watchful, barely waiting to be instructed.
Rex took a deep breath and savored the heady atmosphere of sexual anticipation.
When she noticed, she hissed as if in objection.
Rex lifted an eyebrow. She lowered her eyelids, but watched him from beneath her lashes. Rex laughed. Had Carmen Shelby always had these withheld submissive desires? It hadn’t been obvious before, of that he was certain. And the constant battle she was having with her needs—was that part of the package? Or was this dilemma of hers because she’d revealed her trigger to him, perhaps inadvertently? Whatever the reason, neither of them could put it back in the box now. No way. Now that he knew her little kinks and foibles he intended to play them out to their full extent.
“So what is the problem?” she demanded after he left her standing there in silence while he admired her.
“A month might not be enough.”
She glared at him.
“It’s day two and I’m loving every moment,” he continued. “Seems such a shame to put an end date on it.”
“You’re winding me up.”
“I’m being honest.” He was. This was too good.
“In which case you lied to me. If you don’t intend to stand up to your end of the deal, I’m walking out of here right now, and if I have to do that I promise you I will only deal with you through a solicitor!”
Angry Carmen was hellishly hot.
“Is this the ballsy businesswoman speaking now, or are you saying you can’t handle more than a month of this?”
Her eyes blazed.
“Seriously, aren’t you enjoying our time together?”
“You know I am, in some weird fucked-up way.” She folded her arms across her chest. “But I want a limit on it, for the sake of my sanity.”
Sanity? What did that really mean? He’d find out, all in good time. He knew he’d pushed her on the terms. “Fair enough. I suppose I’ll have to stick to my word.”
“It’s only sex,” she blurted, as if it was an afterthought.
“It is…and I must say I’m liking these kinky sex games of yours.”
“Yes. Yours. Okay, let’s begin.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’d like you to prove to me how much you want the house and how hard you’d work to get it.”
“Now you really are trying to humiliate me.”
“Not at all. You said it made it easier for you when I took charge. Although I do think there’s a part of you that likes that…the humiliation.”
Oh, how her cheeks flamed.
Rex smiled. “Strip for me.”

Long bio:

Award-winning British author Saskia Walker first dreamed of writing her own stories when she discovered a handful of romance novels stashed away in her school library. An avid reader, she lapped up the adventures and the life-affirming emotion of these stories, but always felt dismay when the bedroom door closed the reader out. She vowed that in her stories all the passion would be right there on the page!

Saskia began writing in the late 1990s. By that time she'd traveled the world, gained a B.A. in art history, an M.A. in literature and the visual arts and she'd worked in several diverse careers—but the stories in her head simply had to be written.

It is the combination of potent eroticism and strong storytelling that has become the leading characteristic of Saskia's work. Fascinated with seduction, she loves to explore how and why we get from saying "hello" to sharing our most intimate selves in moments of extreme passion. She writes across genres, often incorporating elements of history, the paranormal and the fantastic in her work. As well as many novel- and novella-length publications, Saskia's work has now appeared in more than seventy international anthologies. Her debut novel received the Passionate Plume award for the Best Contemporary Erotic Romance of 2006, and two of her novels have been nominated for a RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award.

Nowadays Saskia is happily settled in Yorkshire, in the north of England, with her real-life hero, Mark, and a houseful of stray felines. You can visit her website for more info.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Cover Reveal: GWM Wanted by Amanda Young #MM #Romance #Giveaway

Book Name: GWM Wanted

Author Name: Amanda Young

Author Bio: A bestselling author of erotic romance, Amanda Young penned her first love story at eighteen. Being pure rubbish, that novel was prompted deleted before it could traumatize innocent readers. After several years of honing of her craft, Amanda went on to receive her first publishing contract in 2006. 

A vivid imagination enables Amanda to create provocative stories that push boundaries and dare readers to expand their comfort zones. Since she tends to write whatever strikes her fancy, her novels fall into many different subgenres. Among her available titles you’ll find contemporary and paranormal settings, heroes who fall all over the Kinsey scale, and the characters who love them.

Amanda Young lives in Virginia with her husband, daughter, and two pampered pooches. When she's not writing, she can usually be found chasing after a mischievous toddler or daydreaming about the characters in her next book. She loves to hear from her readers, and can be found on Facebook and Twitter. Her website,, is where you can find up-to-date information on all of Amanda’s current and upcoming releases.

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Cover Artist: Yoly Cortez, Cormar Covers
Publisher: Self-published

Blurb: Mark is still deeply in love with Sam, his partner of 15 years. He's perfectly happy with their relationship, even if their sex life has grown a little stale lately. But when he begins to notice Sam's gaze wandering toward other men, he fears that his younger lover may be losing interest in him.

Then Sam suddenly suggests they broaden their sexual horizons by inviting a third man into their bedroom. And Mark's fears become almost certainty. He reluctantly agrees, willing to do whatever it takes to hold onto Sam. He's willing to share his husband's body if he must, so long as he retains his heart.

Together, they answer an ad in an online advertisement. The other man seems to be just what they're looking for -- handsome, hung, and only interested in no-strings-attached fun. But once the excitement begins they find out they've made a terrible mistake.

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Tour Dates: May 21, 2014
Tour Stops: Love Bytes, My Fiction Nook, Kimi-Chan, Prism Book Alliance, Hearts on Fire, Elisa Rolle, Lee Brazil, Parker Williams, 3 Chicks After Dark, Havan Fellows, Gale Stanley, Sinfully Sexy, Mrs. Condit & Friends

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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Pen and Kink #erotica #giveaway


Welcome to Pen and Kink's first event!  We hope you are excited as we are to bring you premier, high quality erotica at Indie Prices.  Below you'll find information about all three books and a great giveaway, put together especially for you.  First a little about Pen and Kink!

About Pen and Kink!

Pen & Kink
We are a committed writer collective focused on promoting quality erotica of all predilections, from steamy romance to the more transgressive and taboo topics and everything in-between. At Pen & Kink you will find books you can trust will be of the highest quality that contain so much heat your ereader might just melt in your hands. Check us out at Pen and Kink and follow along, we promise, it's going to be one hell of a ride.

About the Books


Renovating A Heart by Deanndra Hall

In the next installment in the Love Under Construction series, it's the story of two people with backgrounds so sad and difficult that it's unlikely they can move past them. But when pasts become the present and threaten a life, can they put aside their fears in order to survive?
Revisit Louisville, Kentucky, and the friends and members of the Walters family. You've watch Nikki and Tony fall in love, and seen Vic and Laura face their demons while coming together forever. See what' next - join us on May 19th and see if Steve McCoy can find a way to heal while Kelly Markham asks for what she needs and gets a lot more. Enjoy!


RUN by River Harlequinn

Abused, neglected and the absolute bottom of the pile, the runt of her family, even below her half-breed father, Lea suddenly discovers she's to be given in marriage to a werewolf family from her mother's home town. But she hasn't even managed to turn for the first time yet, and if she doesn't, they'll slaughter her.
Her father can't oppose the marriage, but he can give his daughter a fighting chance, and forces her mother to take her home for the fire ritual at Beltaine.  If she manages to turn then, perhaps she will survive and claim what's rightfully hers.  All she wants to do is run.....
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Protecting Portia by Pavarti K Tyler

Jackson Grady met the love of his life. Unfortunately, he was running drugs for a pimp named Sasha at the time, who asked him to keep an eye on their new acquisition from Russia, the bedraggled beauty named Portia. She touched his heart and forced him to confront the kind of man he'd become.
Now, Portia and Jackson both work at The Sugar House. He continuously looks out for her, and longs for her with his every breath, but knows he is unworthy of such an angel. What will Portia do to win not only the heart, but also the body, of the man she loves?
Welcome to the world of The Sugar House, and the men and women who will fulfill your every fantasy. But can they find a way to fulfill their own?

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And now for the part you've all been waiting for!  Our fabulous giveaway, remember though, this is for our 18 and over readers ONLY.  Prizes will NOT be sent to you if we discover you are under 18 and by entering below you are confirming you are old enough to qualify.
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Monday, May 19, 2014

It’s Simple, Simon by Lee Brazil #BlogTour #RafflecopterGiveaway

I'm a big fan of Lee Brazil and excited to be part of the Blog Tour for It’s Simple, Simon. Enjoy Lee's post and don't forget to enter the giveaway.

Rafflecopter Prize: THREE Prizes! #1 gift basket containing: The Lost Art of Pie Making Made Easy, + a Pie crust circle, + a $10 Marie Callendar's Gift Card.   # 2 - $10 ARE gift card.  #3 - $10 Breathless Press Gift Card

Now here's Lee... 


*Sings off-key, as usual* "I've lived all around this great big world,"…*trails off* *coughs* Ahem. I actually moved around quite a bit as a child, but just in the US. Before my memory begins, we lived in Florida and Pennsylvania, and Texas. After that, well, there were two NY houses, two Texas houses, two Colorado houses, three North Carolina houses, a Maine cottage, and I’m sure I’m forgetting some. Some were imminently forgettable, but some were awesome. Then I moved out on my own into a succession of studio apartments and apartments I shared with roommates…ugh. That is an entirely different blog post, though. *shakes off the bad memories* 

The first house I remember was a huge (to my three year old mind) red brick colonial in the NY countryside. It sat on the top of a hill that ended in a huge clump of honeysuckle bushes. *Sigh* In the winter, my father would take us sledding right there in the back yard, dragging the toboggan up the hill, loading us on and sending us flying down again until the wind and the chill seeped through layers of outerwear and our teeth chattered endlessly. 

Then we'd all head inside for hot chocolate and warm up in front of the fireplace. 

In the summer, we (when I say we, at this point I mean myself and my two older siblings. There were four of us at that time, so I was three of four rather than three of nine, which is what I ended up.) played outside in the fresh air a lot, and those honeysuckle blossoms provided a neat little treat. What? You've never sucked honeysuckle nectar straight from the blossom? You don't know what you're missing! 

Anyway, that is one of my favorite houses that I've ever lived in, probably because it holds all those important memories, time spent with my siblings and my father.  Oh, and it was haunted. 

*holds up right hand* Swear. At least, my father said it was haunted, and he had the civil war belt buckle to prove. My mom always supported his story, too, so I can't really doubt it. What? 

Oh. Well, family legend has it that one dark night, my father and mother woke up, certain that someone was in the room with them. My mom didn't see anyone, but my dad said there was a man, a shadow really, asking him to come with him. 

I know what you're thinking, because you've seen as many horror movies as I have. Don't do it. Now, my dad wasn't the trusting sort, he had his head screwed on right, but he went. He always told us that he knew…that he didn't feel any threat from this guy, so he went, followed the shadow figure all the way up to the attic of this old house. 

And the attic was chock full of other people's junk, because this was a rental house, and people had left all kinds of things up there. Somewhere in the dark recesses of the attic, the figure stopped and pointed, and my dad found an old leather box. 

Inside the box were the civil war items, a bullet, a belt buckle, a few pieces of metal, a canteen. No papers, nothing to identify the soldier the items had belonged to, and nothing of extreme value. 

But my father kept those things all his life, and when he passed away they were still in a box on his dresser. 

So this is the story of a house I once lived in, when I was three, and struggling to learn how to tie my shoe, when honeysuckle was a snack, and I had my father to tow me up the steep slopes. 

Who was I then? I was the same person I am now, younger, more innocent of mind, less cynical maybe. The Lee I was then didn't even dream of writing, or the written word, (dude, I was three! Words looked like chicken scratches!) but stories… Oh yes, even then there were stories! 

Book Name: It’s Simple, Simon
Author Name: Lee Brazil
Author Bio: I’m an avid reader and former teacher of grammar and composition who believes that falling in love is the grandest adventure anyone can have. In a nutshell, that’s every story I have to tell.

Relocating from the crazy pace of life in Southern California’s Orange
County to the beautiful and leisurely atmosphere of the Illinois
countryside has given me the time to indulge the desire to write that I
set aside when I started teaching fourteen years ago. 

Readers can find out more about me and my writing by visiting me at my blog, Lee’s Musings at or finding me on Facebook at

Feel free to drop me a line at Links:

Cover Artist: Victoria Miller
Publisher: Breathless Press


Simon Carter has achieved unimaginable success and he owes it all to a man from his past whose scorn set fire to his ambition.

"It's Simple, Simon. You lack ambition."

Chase Garvin's jibe had sent Simon Carter on unexpected paths and brought him unimaginable success. No longer a penniless musician, the highly paid investment banker is going home for the first time in years. He plans to rest, relax, and spend a little time rubbing his ex-lover's nose in his success. A visit to the Renaissance Fair brings this not-quite-so-simple- Simon nose to nose with his past and somehow revenge doesn't seem quite so attractive.

Chase Garvin, Denver, Colorado's very own Pie Man, is still incredibly handsome. What's more, the more mature Chase is very appreciative of Simon's talents.

When the old attraction flares between them, Simon and the Pie Man get caught up in tasting the wares, and neither counts the pennies.

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Friday, May 16, 2014

The V-Unit Blog Tour: Max Voss reveals all #MMromance #PridePromotions #Giveaway

How about a big welcome for Max Voss.

Howdy y’all. Thanks for letting come for a visit.

I’ve been asked how The V Unit came about. So sit back. Kick your shoes off and I’ll tell ya.

In September of 2012, I was just starting out. I’d had one short story published and didn’t know the first thing about writing. The friend who pushed me into writing wanted me to do a NaNo writing challenge with her. Now for those who don’t know what NaNo is, it is a group of people who want to write a book and need motivation. The challenge is to write an entire novel in thirty days.

October first came and went and I still had no clue as to what to write about. I had mentioned to her that the one thing I would never write about is vampires. I mean, after Anne Rice’s Interview With a Vampire, who could top that? So she double-dog-dared me to do a vampire story.
With the seed planted, I started out with a vague idea of a storyline. I’d recently watched a show on Marine’s so I combined the two. Once I had the key characters flushed out, the story wrote itself.

I basically wrote the entire body of the book in three weeks. I started a week later and finished with a day left. Granted, there was a lot of editing that needed to be one and some polishing work like you wouldn’t believe.

With only three weeks to work with, it made writing and doing research rather challenging. I wrote like made in the mornings and in the afternoons did nothing but research. There is on scene in particular that particularly enjoyed writing. I took it from an actual medieval document. For those who have already read the book, you probably know what I’m talking about.

This particular document was a big issue with the editors. They kept wanting to edit it to a more modern-day English. I finally had to tell them to leave that section alone, I wasn’t going to change a single word. In the end, I was right.

Because I was so new, the editing process took forever. I would learn a bit more, go back and work on it some, then put it away. Finally, I got to the point where I was confident enough to really go to work on it and after almost two years, I released it. Yep, it took that long.

Another question I’ve been getting: Is there a sequel coming of The V Unit? I’ll never tell. 

Book Name: The V-Unit
Author Name: Max Vos
Author Bio: Max Vos is a classically trained chef with over 30 years of food service experience. After retiring in 2011, Max found himself with time on his hands and was urged to turn his talents to writing. ‘Cooking English’, a short story, was his first published work, and since then Ravenous Romance have published five more of his short stories. His first novel, P.O.W. was released October, 2013 with MLR Press. His second novel, My Hero was a best seller and has just been recently been released in French.

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Cover Artist: Meredith Russell
Publisher: Self

You will find everything in a Max Vos story. From sweet and sexy, even raunchy, to powerful, raw and gritty—something for all tastes.

Blurb: Only a select few in the human world knew of the existence of the V-Unit, a small group of highly trained Marines – who happened to be vampires. And it would have stayed that way. But when events in the vampire world, threatened the stability of the human world, the powers that be called for the unit's specialized services.

An intrepid war correspondent, Bronson Rudan, who'd seen more than his fair share of fighting, stumbles across the unit by accident, and is drawn into their world. Bronson has no problem with that, given that he gets to spend time with a hunky Marine Lieutenant, Sarge. Although he won't remember any of this when they're through.

At least, that was the plan...

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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Call of the Wilds #RetroRelease #Discount #MF #Paranormal

Call of the Wilds (MF)
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I’ve been fascinated by fangs and fur since I watched Lon Chaney, Jr. change into a werewolf. Those shape-shifting scenes must have stuck in my head and influenced my own writing. I've always thought the werewolf was the ultimate romantic hero, a complicated mix of tortured loner and alpha bad boy. It's a combination that's hard to resist. Call of the Wilds was my very paranormal romance. It was published by SirenBookstrand in 2010.

And now it's being offered as a Retro Release Special Discount! This title is offered at a 50% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, May 27th.


Veterinarian Karin Stone leaves the crime-ridden city for a job in the Pennsylvania Wilds, working with the only wildlife she can trust - the four-footed kind. But when she loses her heart to a hot-blooded alpha she becomes the target of a jealous she-wolf. 


Beowulf, the pack alpha, lounged near the water trough while his mate slept close by. He raised his head as if he knew she watched him. Karin hated the intruding metal between them, preferring her visit to be up close and personal. As soon as she stepped through the gate, Bo got to his feet. He eyed the sleeping Lyka, then approached, his powerful legs and gigantic feet propelling him toward her in a smooth loping gait. She crouched before he could knock her down, and he washed her face with his long sandpaper tongue. 

Maybe I should have brought the Y pole in with me. Apparently I’m in danger of being licked to death.

Bo danced around, then signaled playtime by lowering his front legs flat on the ground and raising his rear. When he rolled over in the grass for belly rubs, she could swear he grinned at her. But one low-key whuff from his awakening mate and he took off, seemingly embarrassed to be caught cavorting like a hundred-sixty pound pup. Evidently Lyka had other plans for the big alpha. She rose and nibbled at him, then mouthed his muzzle. He sniffed, and his tongue flicked in and out, testing the air. Surprised, she watched the courtship progress. It was a little late in the year. Generally mating occurred between January and April, but obviously these two didn’t care. If their cycle veered off track, so be it.

She would not complain. It would be wonderful to have pups around. Lyka pawed at Bo. He snapped at her and moved back.

“I wouldn’t play hard to get.”

“What the—” The harsh retort froze on her lips when she turned and saw Malcolm’s large, heavily muscled body behind her.

“Uh, sorry, doc. Did I scare you?”

It wasn’t fear turning her legs to jelly. Just hearing his husky rumble made her weak in the knees. He stood much too close for comfort, and that look on his face…Damn, it conveyed the same feral expression she saw on Beowulf. The man was infuriating, but her heart did a cartwheel.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on a person.” She turned her attention back to the wolves, all too aware of his presence behind her. His body radiated warmth like the sun, and she fought an urge to back up and bask in it. She wanted to rub up against him like an animal in heat and find out if he was aroused as she was. It scared the hell out of her, but at the same time, it excited her. Thank God he couldn’t read her mind.