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Coming on November 17, 2013, from JMS Books LLC.

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Blurb

Actor Sean O’Reilly received a bouquet of roses that at first he thought was sent by his boyfriend, Nate Matthews. Alarm bells rang when Nate said that he hadn’t sent them. Sean panicked when he kept receiving flowers over the next days, and what worried him more was that there was always a single black rose in the middle of other colored ones.

Together they tried to find out the meaning of all this. They found no answers. Sean and Nate didn’t realize that a wicked plot against Sean had been set up by an obsessed fan who was helped by a brother who had promised to always take care of him.

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Blood of the Nile Book with Annalynne


Today, I have the lovely Annalynne on my blog sharing about her newest release.

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Blurb:  

Maliyah Aziz has no time for men. Employed by the U.S. Government overseas, the self-described workaholic refuses to let a relationship derail her flourishing career. But when her estranged father passes away abruptly, she must re-examine her priorities and return to Cairo, a place plagued with bittersweet memories of her childhood.

For eight hundred years, vampire Ramses Shakir maintains a low profile, making a living along the trade routes of the Nile River. Although not until he forms a partnership with a human by the name of Anwar al Aziz, does he truly make his mark on society. Together the two men amass a fortune and forge an unbreakable bond. Suspicious of Anwar’s sudden death, the vampire turns to his best friend’s daughter in search of answers. As they scour all of Egypt for clues, the last thing Ramses and Maliyah expect to find is love.  

Excerpt:  

Ramses dragged his fingers through his damp hair as perspiration gathered at the base of his skull. That day, the temperature in the Sahara surpassed one hundred degrees and Maliyah wasn’t doing him any favors by turning up the heat. The wanton tease made him want to yank off the flowing, floral print dress she wore and fuck her silly. Visions of her sweet ass plastered against the windows of the train car danced in his head. He wanted her naked and it didn’t matter if a whole caravan of desert nomads stopped to catch a glimpse. Their coupling was bound to happen. Why not sooner than later? Nonetheless, Maliyah made a good point. Ramses had promised her cousin Husani that he’d keep his hands to himself. A man of honor, he intended to stay true to his word. He wouldn’t touch Maliyah. At least, not with his hands. His mouth and cock, on the other hand, were both fair game.

 Before Maliyah returned from the powder room, he reached into the small rolling suitcase he’d brought along for the trip. He pulled out a red paisley necktie and placed it next to the other articles of clothing he’d dangled over the chair. There was a good chance he’d need to be tied up in order to keep his paws off Maliyah. The necktie would come in handy if that turned out to be the case.  The door swung open and Maliyah sauntered in. Her hair was now loose, its shiny, brown tentacles hung haphazardly in front of her face. She’d removed most of her make-up and traded in her three-inch heels for a pair of simple strappy sandals. She looked up at Ramses. Her green-gold gaze locked with his. At the same time, her lower lip jutted out to entice him with its sultry pout.  Maliyah stepped closer and spoke into his chest. He could feel the heat from her skin tickle his nerve endings. “So now what? We’ve got eleven hours to kill and I’m saving the fashion magazines Salma shoved in the side of my bag until I get desperate?”  “You? Desperate?” Ramses repeated. His raspy tone came out as sensual and breathy, with a hint of sarcasm mixed in to keep Maliyah on her toes. “It’d be a pity if we let that happen. I think we can find something to keep us occupied. Maybe there’s a deck of cards in my carry on.”  Maliyah put her hand to her lips as if to giggle, but instead a loud snort came out through her nose. Is she mocking me? Ramses thought to himself. She hadn’t uttered a single word, yet he knew her snicker was meant in protest. Only Maliyah, a siren who embodied the perfect combination of subtle innocence and feisty femme fatale, could dish out corrosive rancor just as well as she could take it. That time, she’d done so without even opening her mouth. Although Ramses had great reverence for the Egyptian culture in which he was reared, he found himself drawn to Maliyah’s freethinking, American tendencies. He respected her desire for independence and the rebellious streak she wielded at every turn. Before he could think of a saucy comeback, Maliyah had already placed both hands on Ramses’ bare shoulders. She massaged his biceps and let the pads of her fingers caress their way up and down his arm. Soon, they became tangled in the shaggy, black hair that gathered at his neck. “How could a game of cards possibly keep me amused? Not when I have all this tempting, well-toned flesh at my disposal.” “Wait,” Ramses said, pulling back slightly. He hadn’t anticipated Maliyah’s aggressive pursuit. His need for her bordered on the absurd, but he knew he’d have to take things slow. Otherwise, his vampire persona might make an unexpected appearance. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from touching her. “What about the pledge we made to Husani?” Maliyah leaned in, and her heated breath skated across his tanned skin, sending a direct signal to his cock. It was time to come out and play. Whatever sport Maliyah wanted to tackle, Ramses would step up to the plate. “I made no such promise. Just keep your hands to yourself, lover boy. Let me do all the work,” she said, darting her tongue out to taste him. God damn, Maliyah was a woman after his own heart. God damn, Maliyah was a woman after his own heart. Her succulent lips blazed a path from his neck, passed the sparse patch of hair that peeked out from the top of his shirt.  Maliyah hiked the shirt up past his navel. Her eyes followed the line of dark curls downward until she once again spotted the thick erection through his jeans. She sank to her knees, and then used her hands to remove his belt. One by one, she undid the buttons of his 501’s, as a flush of red spread across her face. She must have realized that he wore nothing underneath. Ramses’ shaft was as hard as stone. It sprang eagerly from his jeans. Maliyah lowered them to the floor and without hesitation licked the head of his cock into her mouth. “To hell with restraint!” Ramses groaned.

You can get a copy of this book from these places.

Evernight

All Romance

Bookstrand

A native of sunny San Diego, California, Annalynne Russo always had a vivid imagination. As a child, she loved to escape reality by immersing herself in books and poetry. After earning her bachelor’s degree in Spanish literature, Annalynne worked as both a bilingual elementary school teacher and curriculum developer for more than 10 years.

But soon her dream of becoming a writer became too difficult to ignore.Nowadays, she passes the time fantasizing about hot and sexy heroes that nearly leap out of her imagination, begging for their stories to be told. A firm believer in the phrase, Love Conquers All, Annalynne is a sucker for a juicy romance and spends almost as much time reading as she does writing.

Blood of the Nile Book with Annalynne


Today, I have the lovely Annalynne on my blog sharing about her newest release.

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Blurb:  

Maliyah Aziz has no time for men. Employed by the U.S. Government overseas, the self-described workaholic refuses to let a relationship derail her flourishing career. But when her estranged father passes away abruptly, she must re-examine her priorities and return to Cairo, a place plagued with bittersweet memories of her childhood.

For eight hundred years, vampire Ramses Shakir maintains a low profile, making a living along the trade routes of the Nile River. Although not until he forms a partnership with a human by the name of Anwar al Aziz, does he truly make his mark on society. Together the two men amass a fortune and forge an unbreakable bond. Suspicious of Anwar’s sudden death, the vampire turns to his best friend’s daughter in search of answers. As they scour all of Egypt for clues, the last thing Ramses and Maliyah expect to find is love.  

Excerpt:  

Ramses dragged his fingers through his damp hair as perspiration gathered at the base of his skull. That day, the temperature in the Sahara surpassed one hundred degrees and Maliyah wasn’t doing him any favors by turning up the heat. The wanton tease made him want to yank off the flowing, floral print dress she wore and fuck her silly. Visions of her sweet ass plastered against the windows of the train car danced in his head. He wanted her naked and it didn’t matter if a whole caravan of desert nomads stopped to catch a glimpse. Their coupling was bound to happen. Why not sooner than later? Nonetheless, Maliyah made a good point. Ramses had promised her cousin Husani that he’d keep his hands to himself. A man of honor, he intended to stay true to his word. He wouldn’t touch Maliyah. At least, not with his hands. His mouth and cock, on the other hand, were both fair game.

 Before Maliyah returned from the powder room, he reached into the small rolling suitcase he’d brought along for the trip. He pulled out a red paisley necktie and placed it next to the other articles of clothing he’d dangled over the chair. There was a good chance he’d need to be tied up in order to keep his paws off Maliyah. The necktie would come in handy if that turned out to be the case.  The door swung open and Maliyah sauntered in. Her hair was now loose, its shiny, brown tentacles hung haphazardly in front of her face. She’d removed most of her make-up and traded in her three-inch heels for a pair of simple strappy sandals. She looked up at Ramses. Her green-gold gaze locked with his. At the same time, her lower lip jutted out to entice him with its sultry pout.  Maliyah stepped closer and spoke into his chest. He could feel the heat from her skin tickle his nerve endings. “So now what? We’ve got eleven hours to kill and I’m saving the fashion magazines Salma shoved in the side of my bag until I get desperate?”  “You? Desperate?” Ramses repeated. His raspy tone came out as sensual and breathy, with a hint of sarcasm mixed in to keep Maliyah on her toes. “It’d be a pity if we let that happen. I think we can find something to keep us occupied. Maybe there’s a deck of cards in my carry on.”  Maliyah put her hand to her lips as if to giggle, but instead a loud snort came out through her nose. Is she mocking me? Ramses thought to himself. She hadn’t uttered a single word, yet he knew her snicker was meant in protest. Only Maliyah, a siren who embodied the perfect combination of subtle innocence and feisty femme fatale, could dish out corrosive rancor just as well as she could take it. That time, she’d done so without even opening her mouth. Although Ramses had great reverence for the Egyptian culture in which he was reared, he found himself drawn to Maliyah’s freethinking, American tendencies. He respected her desire for independence and the rebellious streak she wielded at every turn. Before he could think of a saucy comeback, Maliyah had already placed both hands on Ramses’ bare shoulders. She massaged his biceps and let the pads of her fingers caress their way up and down his arm. Soon, they became tangled in the shaggy, black hair that gathered at his neck. “How could a game of cards possibly keep me amused? Not when I have all this tempting, well-toned flesh at my disposal.” “Wait,” Ramses said, pulling back slightly. He hadn’t anticipated Maliyah’s aggressive pursuit. His need for her bordered on the absurd, but he knew he’d have to take things slow. Otherwise, his vampire persona might make an unexpected appearance. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from touching her. “What about the pledge we made to Husani?” Maliyah leaned in, and her heated breath skated across his tanned skin, sending a direct signal to his cock. It was time to come out and play. Whatever sport Maliyah wanted to tackle, Ramses would step up to the plate. “I made no such promise. Just keep your hands to yourself, lover boy. Let me do all the work,” she said, darting her tongue out to taste him. God damn, Maliyah was a woman after his own heart. God damn, Maliyah was a woman after his own heart. Her succulent lips blazed a path from his neck, passed the sparse patch of hair that peeked out from the top of his shirt.  Maliyah hiked the shirt up past his navel. Her eyes followed the line of dark curls downward until she once again spotted the thick erection through his jeans. She sank to her knees, and then used her hands to remove his belt. One by one, she undid the buttons of his 501’s, as a flush of red spread across her face. She must have realized that he wore nothing underneath. Ramses’ shaft was as hard as stone. It sprang eagerly from his jeans. Maliyah lowered them to the floor and without hesitation licked the head of his cock into her mouth. “To hell with restraint!” Ramses groaned.

You can get a copy of this book from these places.

Evernight

All Romance

Bookstrand

A native of sunny San Diego, California, Annalynne Russo always had a vivid imagination. As a child, she loved to escape reality by immersing herself in books and poetry. After earning her bachelor’s degree in Spanish literature, Annalynne worked as both a bilingual elementary school teacher and curriculum developer for more than 10 years.

But soon her dream of becoming a writer became too difficult to ignore.Nowadays, she passes the time fantasizing about hot and sexy heroes that nearly leap out of her imagination, begging for their stories to be told. A firm believer in the phrase, Love Conquers All, Annalynne is a sucker for a juicy romance and spends almost as much time reading as she does writing.

Excerpt Tuesday


This week I have Lorraine Nelson with me.

Blurb – A Cowgirl’s Pride, Book 4 in the Thunder Creek Ranch series.
Leah Manning grew up among so many domineering, protective males that it left her frustrated, longing for a different life. Her family couldn’t, or wouldn’t, understand that she needed to dance, and she’d lived away for several years. Unknowing, she’d embroiled herself in a deadly game from which there seemed no way out. Now she was home. Would they welcome her back? What if trouble followed? Most importantly, did Cal still work the ranch?
Brian Calhoun, Cal to his friends, had hated Leah when she’d left, but hated himself even more for not going after her. Now she was back and more lovely than ever. Would his adolescent love for her return, develop into something more, or die a slow death at the hands of this new Leah? 
Trouble does follow Leah home, and her ex will stop at nothing—even murder—to silence her. Will the terror draw them closer together or drive them apart forever?
Excerpt – A Cowgirl’s Pride, Book 4 in the Thunder Creek Ranch series 
He was so hot for her! If he didn’t get these damned jeans off soon, his erection just might pop the zipper. That’s how hard he was for her—so stiff the skin stretched tight over his cock and it ached.
She suddenly pulled free and backed away from him. He almost swore out loud in frustration, thinking she’d changed her mind, but she’d only gone to close the vertical blinds at the windows. 
“Just in case,” she said, smiling a come-hither smile as she turned back to him.
He felt guilty for his unjust thoughts, but closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, relieved to have her back in his arms.
“I’ve missed you, Cal,” she said as she ran her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. 
“No more than I’ve missed you. I was beginning to think you’d never come home.”
“Oh, I wanted to, so much, but it just wasn’t possible.”
“You’re here now,” he said, grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head to expose beautifully shaped breasts enclosed in see-through peach lace. “And I’m so glad you’re back.”
He bent to suckle her nipples through the lacy cups, her mindless purr of delight going straight to his groin. If he got any harder, he’d explode. Still, he took his time, banking his desire as best he could to give her pleasure.
Slipping his hands inside the waistband, he worked her blue jeans and sexy peach colored thong down over her hips, promptly falling to his knees at the sight of her curls. He leaned forward, reaching out to touch her satiny skin, smell her spicy vanilla scent and taste the creamy essence that was Leah. He wanted—needed—all of it—all of her.
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Mindi Ferrari -Midnight Assassins


Today, I want to welcome fellow romance author Mindi Ferrari to my blog to talk about her new release, Midnight Assassins.

What is sexy about immortals?

Over the past 10 years there has been this huge craze with immortal characters from books and movies. But this questions raises much more than the obvious answer, it also brings out the question of why us as humans want to be immortal. What could science honestly bring to the table to make this Immortal dream of the average human come true. For most of us when we read a book we read about this amazing alpha male that makes our mouth water, then we read about his physical description and then when we reach his personality and find out more about his dark nature and his cocky behavior it adds even more to the sizzling desire that’s behind being immortal.

Being immortal not only means you get to live forever but he fun part about this immortal word is the person whether it be male or female had that, I’ve been there done that and I’m great at everything I do attitude. They have this drive for life and excel at everything they do. Even for us non-immortals when we come across someone that is good at everything and never fails, there is something that is to titillating about this attitude and aura that surrounds them, in turn it catches are eye. We want to be like them, and often find ourselves wanting to cherish their every action. Maybe this is why a lot of people daydream about their sexy immortal that they read about or watch on television. Immorality needless to say brings wisdom and good looks to a male or a female.

They get to live forever with the young age that they are. This is another good example about why I write about Vampires. There’s an obsession about this creature of the night that lives forever and sucks on your blood, that needs to feed off your tastes that you create in your body. The vampire takes you to places you dream of because they have been around for so long they know everywhere like the back of their hand. Their sex style is unparalleled to anything you will ever experience because they have not only got around over the centuries but they too are powerful and have a unlimited strength.

So the sexy immortal brings me to a great point in my book Midnight Assassins. Nicholie Telfair is the rarest of the vampire species because he was born a vampire, not made one. His personality matches everything that I have described above. So if you love the boarding sexy immortal types take a moment and read my excerpt and then go buy the book. I mean come on you won’t want to just stop a the teaser.

Excerpt Midnight Assassins

Nicky’s quiet factor was more than anyone could ever match. Standing there watching his beautiful woman drop her towel, then get dressed had him speechless.

The tension built even more as Nicky watched her body move, her contours, the way her hips moved. She had the perfect hourglass figure. His cock hardened the moment he watched her clench the top of the towel, unwrap it, and drop it to the floor. He couldn’t control his actions around her, and he found himself only wanting more. He also noticed the intense scent and fast heartbeat that she acquired whenever she was around him.

While he watched the way she dropped the towel, his growl deepened. He couldn’t take it any longer; the vampire side of him wanted out to ravish her body.

Nicky closed his eyes to calm himself. Breathe my man, just breathe. Before he could hesitate, he moved right up behind her. He was completely invisible, allowing every bit of light to pass through his body. He wanted a chance to inhale her intoxicating scent without her noticing, to have her up close, even moving his hands over the contours of her body. The song “Pain in My Heart” by Otis Redding, played over and over again in his mind. The only interruption became his fast breathing.

He stood there inhaling her scent, fresh lilacs, and her hair had a sweet candy scent, completely opposite of her body.

He watched as she pulled her hair to the side, the pulse in her neck made his fangs throb like a heartbeat. As she massaged her neck, he traced her neck with his finger, matching each of her movements perfectly. His eyes rolled back in his head with each breath he took. Mine. She had every single bit of him. He would do whatever she wanted. He would be whatever she wanted. Hell, he would even stab himself in the heart if she asked.

Stepping back a foot, he pressed his hands to the back of his head and stretched his elbows out to the sides. He watched as she put on her bra then the panties he’d picked out just for her. Another deep groan rose in his throat as she tugged on the tights, slowly smoothing each inch of material, gliding it over her porcelain skin and slipping into a pretty dress. She looked amazing in such a simple outfit.

Just as he was about to leave and give himself a better entrance, she paused and began to wipe at her face. Then she bent down, rested her hands on her knees as if she might collapse. Her face suddenly turned ghost white and she softly asked, “Who’s there?”

Right as she stepped forward, her hand brushed through the air. No time to waste anymore, no more games because he was terrifying her. She could obviously sense something all around her.

Before he scared her even more, he did something that was totally unthinkable in his race. He appeared right in front of her.

Clasping her hands over her mouth, she sucked in a breath and landed right in his arms.

“Now you did it, Nick. Now you fuckin’ did it,” he snapped. What the hell was he thinking, this wasn’t even an option earlier.

Carrying her to the bed, he laid her against the pillow, sat next to her and repeated her name. “Annie, wake up, Annie, please.” He continued to brush her beautiful long red hair away from her face.

Right as she opened her eyes, he knew she would beat feet, charge out of the room like a bull.

“You weren’t there before.” Her eyes were half-mast, her voice like heaven to his ears.

“Yes, I was there the whole time.” Her voice is so fragile.

“Wow, Nicholie, most men would have at least denied a little.”

“Why would I do that?” He tried to smile gently at her. Why isn’t she freaking out?

“You saw me naked, you watched me get dressed. We have no secrets. What now?” she cooed. “And how come I didn’t see you there?” He watched as she held her head.

“I’ve seen you naked before,” Nicky added on accident.

“You have?” Nicky nodded his head and gazed down at her.

When he first entered the room, he had all sorts of things to say to her, now however, he had none.

“That’s not what I’m asking, how long were you there? she demanded.

“For a long time, Annie. Does that bother you?”

Reaching up, she stroked his cheek sending shivers down his body and leaving goose bumps in their wake. “What are you doing?” He smiled.

“Checking to see if you’re real, because I know you weren’t there before.” Moving down his face, she went to his arm and then pinched his skin while pulling the hair on his wrist.

“Ouch—I really don’t think I deserved that.”

“No, you deserve a whole lot more.” She crinkled her brow, and paused staring right into his eyes, then pinched him again.

“That’s not funny, Annie, that shit hurts.” He laughed.

“That’s okay.”

“Oh really?”

“Really.” He watched as the simple motion of her tucking her hair behind her ear fascinated him. Being this obsessive over a female was completely unnatural for him. He told his father he was crazy and didn’t understand the love he had for his mother. Now he did. Now he completely understood why they looked at each other or talked to each other the way they did, but most of all, loved each other the way they did. It was something no one could explain. He knew this now.

But he knew the questions were coming, had to be coming. Whether he wanted to explain things to her first, or if she already had some idea, he didn’t know, but knew she’d want answers soon.

“Something is off about you, Nicky. Something huge.” Her eyes widened as their bodies got closer.

“You sure you want to know what the something is?”

You can find Mindi at her website and you can buy a copy of Midnight Assassins here.

Road to Recovery Release Day!


Today is the release day of my debut book, Road to Recovery. I’m super excited. This was a fun book to write and a challenge as the hero Kyle was hard to reign in with him being alpha. I’ve been about to burst all week waiting for today to get here. I’m sure I’ve been driving my family up the wall as well with freaking out about this day. So to celebrate the release, I have a prize package to give away. All you have to do is answer the question below. To buy the book, go to Pink Petal Books.



I’ll be picking a winner on Sunday. So here’s what you can win:

A homemade Eiffel Tower necklace and it a comes with some ear rings from Alejandra’s Jewelry. Also I will be giving away a copy of the book.

What’s the most romantic thing a significant other has done for you?

Life is beautiful… romantic… bight. This dreamy necklace has these lovely charms: an Eiffel tower and a pink rose, the necklace has also small crystal white pearls beaded on the side. The gold chain gives a whimsical and vintage feeling.

Excerpt

“Can I cut in?”

She jerked her head in his direction and shot him a dirty look. Kyle’s pulse raced as he glanced over her body. She wore a short skirt and halter-top. Her clothes flattered all the right places on her. She’d finished the look off with some sexy heels.

“No.”

The other man’s hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer. Kyle couldn’t miss the surprised expression that appeared on her face. Or how he wanted to rip the man’s hands from her hips at that moment.

“I believe it’s her choice who she dances with.”

“Listen, you had your chance before I asked her,” Dave barked back.

“Hello, I’m right here and can speak for myself. I’m not some toy.”

The other guy walked off in a huff, spitting something about jealous boyfriends. Kyle pulled her close. She flattened her palms against his chest. The heat from her hands seared him, as if there wasn’t a shirt as a barrier between her touch and his bare flesh.

“I never said I wanted to dance with you.”

“Too bad. You’re going to.”

“The hell I will.” She took her hands off him and turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

Kyle placed her arms around his neck and molded her body to his. Like a switch, the arousal he’d seen in her eyes earlier flared to life. A sensual voice echoed around them as it blared from the speakers. She took a ragged breath before she moved with him.

She rolled her hips into him, and he pulled her closer, allowing no space between them.

His right hand trailed a slow path down her arm; goose bumps rose on her satiny skin. Kyle looked at Erin as his hand trailed down to her hips, her gaze on his mouth. He could tell what had happened earlier had affected her as much as it had him. He planned to kiss her before the night ended, but for now, he’d enjoy having her in his arms, keeping her wondering when it would happen.

She drew her focus to his eyes. “You’re arrogant.”

“Yes, and now we have that out of the way, let’s move on, because it’s not going to change.”He bent closer to her and inhaled the cinnamon-orange scent that was only her. Je tu vous embrasserai, donc à fond que vous oublierez votre nom, votre sucre.”

“Stop, doing that! I haven’t a clue what you said.”

He moved closer to where only she could hear him. “I said I’m going to kiss you, so thoroughly you’ll forget your name, Sugar.” Kyle moved back and watched her cheeks flush pink as she contemplated what he’d said.