Sunday, April 5, 2015

Author Spotlight on The Lord by Laura Tolomei...

Author Bio:

Globetrotter author from Italy, Laura Tolomei has traveled the world from age five, and she hasn’t stopped since. After having read countless numbers of books, she decides, at age forty, to write her own stories for a change, instead of always having to read them from others. Now an acclaimed author with original borderline stories at the edge of accepted conventions, Laura Tolomei guarantees an erotic earthquake with each new novel.

Q. Does your family support your writing? Do they know….it’s spicy?

Laura: My family, my husband in particular, totally support me, and yes, they know it’s a hell of a lot more than spicy…mine is downright erotic. Fact is–I’m a very open person and don’t feel the need to hide anything about what I do or how I live. As a result, my family’s very supportive. My mate in particular bears the full weight of it since he’s my main reference for all my stories. Writing mostly MM, I ask him about how to make my characters more credible, also in their sex scenes. LOL I must admit, we have a lot of fun out of it. In addition, he helps me with plot and even reads the completed stories. We even found a new way to work together when I wrote Bloody Passion in first person. Since the speaker is a Druid, I wanted it to be credible so I asked him to review each chapter as I wrote it and his comments/suggestions were priceless. Ain’t he great?

Q. What describes the “heat” level in your writing?

Laura: My extremely HOT HOT HOT sex MM and MMF sex scenes! That’s why many of my books have five flames heat levels, like Divinitas, The Game and The Festival from my Virtus Saga. Most of my other books have a rating of four as heat levels, which is still scorching, particularly when it comes to my Soulmate and ReScue series.


Available from Extasy Books!
Blurb:
Lord Christopher Templeton: Angel or Demon? Angel and Demon! Two faces. One fucking gorgeous man! And only two people to switch him either way. Now Lord Christopher Templeton is going to prove himself to the entire universe. The past in his power. The present in his lust. The future in his temper. Because he is The Lord. Because us is sex!
Excerpt:
“Robin and I both had phases, but they were nothing like theirs…” Jeff frowned as though deep in memory. “No one could come between them, and you can ask Carl Strepton for confirmation.”
Yeah, good old Carl. No, she had not forgotten him, either.
“Carl tried separating them without success. They were as thick and tight as if they were one and understood each other even without words, like they had their own language or something. I’ve never seen anything like it, but it didn’t feel right then or much less now. Today that one is the leader and the other is pledged to you.”
No, Jeff just could not get it.
“And the leader reaffirming their love in such a public and dramatic way then nominating him as co-leader no less…makes me wonder where you fit in all this.”
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Blurb:

Lord Christopher Templeton: Angel or Demon? Angel and Demon! Two faces. One fucking gorgeous man! And only two people to switch him either way. Now Lord Christopher Templeton is going to prove himself to the entire universe. The past in his power. The present in his lust. The future in his temper. Because he is The Lord. Because us is sex!

Excerpt:

“Robin and I both had phases, but they were nothing like theirs…” Jeff frowned as though deep in memory. “No one could come between them, and you can ask Carl Strepton for confirmation.”

Yeah, good old Carl. No, she had not forgotten him, either.

“Carl tried separating them without success. They were as thick and tight as if they were one and understood each other even without words, like they had their own language or something. I’ve never seen anything like it, but it didn’t feel right then or much less now. Today that one is the leader and the other is pledged to you.”

No, Jeff just could not get it.

“And the leader reaffirming their love in such a public and dramatic way then nominating him as co-leader no less…makes me wonder where you fit in all this.”


Thursday, March 12, 2015

Author Spotlight on Tara Fox Hall and Tempest of Vengeance!



http://www.tarafoxhall.com


Blurb:

http://www.melange-books.com/coming.html
A chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the magical "dream bond" between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one another, as Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for good. The return of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he saves her daughter Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash, Devlin, and Sar face the storm of Ulysses's wrath, knowing it will take their combined strength and courage to save all they love from his tempest of vengeance.








Excerpt:

It was now or never.
            I said a quick prayer as I slid my hand to my belt, flipping open the blade as I yanked it free. I kneed Theo as hard as I could. He let out a cry, struggling to hold me. I stuck the knife Lash had given me into his arm, and he snarled in pain, flinching back from me, but he still had me with one hand. I bit his wrist as hard as I could, then jerked free. Theo was almost fully shifted into cougar form, but he was not only injured, he was tangled in his clothes. I ran out of the room as soon as I’d unlocked the door, and upstairs to the study, the knife still in my hand.
            Before I reached the top step I heard a throaty purr, and heard clawed feet scrabbling on the stairs as they bounded up them after me. I got into the study just in time to slam the door and lock it, hoping to God Danial hadn’t moved the gun he had kept here since the attacks by Manir more than a year ago. Because I was running to a dead end with no way out, if what Theo had told me about teleporting was true. But I’d never have made it out the front door before he was on me. I tried to teleport immediately, and nothing happened. I tried the phone to call Terian, and got only static. An extension had to be off the hook somewhere.
            Shit!
            The office door shuddered under Theo’s assault. He roared, and hit it again. Danial, however, had put this door on after the assault by Manir. The reinforced steel and oak creaked, but it held.
            I wiped the knife off on my pants and folded it up, clipping it back to my belt loop, thanking God I’d put it on tonight. Unlocked the hidden safe in the wall, I retrieved a gun and bullets from inside, swearing because it was a regular silenced gun, not an explosive bullets gun. At least the rounds were jacketed hollow points. I had just gotten the first bullet into the chamber when I heard a key in the lock.
            The door opened, and Theo stood there, nude, his blue eyes determined, a key in his hand. His arm where I cut him was still bleeding. “I’m not healing, Sarelle. You have werepoison on your blade,” he growled, advancing slowly. “That’s Lash’s knife clipped to your belt! I recognize it!”
            I trained the gun on him, holding it with both hands so it didn’t shake too much.
            “That’s a regular .38. You shoot me, you’d better hit my heart,” Theo growled. “Because you miss, and I’ll be on you in a second. This little chase you’ve led me on is over! Terian isn’t here to save you! Danial and Lash aren’t here to save you! And Devlin will be too late!”
            “You have one chance to leave,” I said in a hard voice. “Or I will shoot you, Theo.”
            Theo looked at me for a few moments, and then he lunged for me with a roar.

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Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor's degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer," published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.

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Monday, February 2, 2015

New Release : SILK by Chris Karlsen




Silk on the skin—luxurious, luscious..lethal.

London-Fall, 1888

The city is in a panic as Jack the Ripper continues his murderous spree. While the Whitechapel police struggle to find him, Detective Inspector Rudyard Bloodstone and his partner are working feverishly to find their own serial killer. The British Museum's beautiful gardens have become a killing ground for young women strangled as they stroll through.

Their investigation has them brushing up against Viscount Everhard, a powerful member of the House of Lords, and a friend to Queen Victoria. When the circumstantial evidence  points to him as a suspect, Rudyard must deal with the political blowback, and knows if they are going to go after the viscount, they'd better be right and have proof.

As the body count grows and the public clamor for the detectives to do more, inter-department rivalries complicate the already difficult case.

What would you do to stay young: Lie, Manipulate..kill?


 Excerpt of Silk

He wrapped an end in each hand and pulled. His fingers crept up the silk and he tugged a bit harder still. The material pressed deeper into the flesh of her neck. Bright pink dotted her cheeks and radiated down to her jaw. The veins in her temples popped out and pulsed in time to her heartbeat. She moaned, pushed her hips upward and writhed against him. Her soft pubic hair tickled his testicles. Isabeau’s unsubtle way of letting him know she wanted him inside her. He obliged.
Her hands encircled his wrists. She tugged hard outward, harder than usual. A choked sigh escaped her. He paid no attention. This was standard. Isabeau always insisted he maintain pressure until she signaled for him to release his hold. In the past, when she reached the edge of consciousness, she’d beat along his upper arms. This time she thrashed her head back and forth, something he hadn’t seen before. Her eyes bulged in an unattractive way and she clawed at him. Her nails gouged the skin on his hands, drawing blood.
She hurt him and he wanted to slap her. He almost let go of one end of the scarf to do that. Instead, he pulled tighter. Isabeau tried to insert her fingers into the spot where the material crossed over. Her mouth opened and shut, soundless and fishlike. She swatted at the mattress wildly. Red-faced to the point of being near purple, she bucked beneath him.
She fired his blood with her lack of inhibition. Never had she responded with such intensity. Raw power surged through him, primitive, animalistic. He pumped hard. Ready to climax, William clenched his fists, twisting the scarf one last turn. Odd, feathery touches tapped his biceps, feminine and subtle grazes, and then she went limp. Spent, he released his hold and collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding while he caught his breath.
Isabeau didn’t move and her head stayed turned to the side. She hadn’t cried out the way she normally did when sated. Perhaps she was disappointed with his effort. He gave the thought a mental shrug. At the end of the day, it really didn’t matter. He’d arrange for her departure first thing in the morning.
William rolled over and slung a sweaty arm over his eyes. He tried to decide which was worse, telling her tonight the affair was over or waiting until morning. The idea of doing it after such a rambunctious sexual endeavor seemed bad form, but he wanted to get it over with. He turned onto his side, prepared for histrionics, caterwauling, great tears and verbal abuse.
“Isabeau, look at me. I’ve come to a decision and it will likely distress you.” Nothing. She didn’t stir. “Isabeau?”
He shook her by the arm. Still no response. William let go and her arm dropped listless to the mattress. He raised her arm again and let go. Again, it fell listless. He straddled her and patted her cheeks. Nothing. Her head twisted without resistance first right then left depending on the direction of his pat. He slapped her harder. Nothing. Vacant eyes stared fixed on the ceiling. He bent an ear to her chest. Nothing. William leapt from the bed, snatched a silver mirror from the dressing table, and held it under her nose. Nothing.
William hurled the mirror against the wall. He raged and paced along the side of the bed. “I will not allow you to make my life a nightmare. This was your doing. I told you to leave me alone.” 

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Thursday, January 22, 2015

Author Spotlight Paradise on the Horizon by Mary M. Forbes

http://www.amazon.com/Paradise-Horizon-Mary-M-Forbes-ebook/dp/B005HXD3EK/ref=la_B002UUEK4U_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1412378351&sr=1-6

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Blurb:
Natasha Marnicov is forced to flee Russia and her only option is through the large migration of Doukhobors going into Canada’s wilderness. She is captured by Lucas Cameron when she tries to escape this strange religious sect.. Instead of returning her to the Doukhobors, Lucas agrees to bring her along with him further into the wilderness. He was a soldier -wrongfully accused of misconduct – and is going to try farming until his name is cleared. He knows nothing about farming just as he knows Natasha does. Natasha soon realizes she is nothing to Luke for he loves another in the East.
Excerpt:
A log splintering on the grate jerked Natasha Marnicov back to the present. Numb with shame, she sank further back into the corner of her massive four-poster bed. Her eyes dropped to the tousled, blood-streaked sheets. Her throat was raw with her unanswered screams for help.
Natasha tried to focus her rolling eyes. Eventually they stopped to rest on the elaborate gilt candelabra. Wax dripped down the tapers, as silent and slows as the tears strolling down her cheeks. With a loud, ominous crack her wooden door opened.
“No. No more, Stefan,” grabbing her feather duvet, Natasha bunched the thick material into her fists, rising to her knees.
She would kill him rather than let him hurt her again.
She could see nothing at the dark doorway. She could only feel the anguished pain of her bruised limbs.
“I’m too late. Oh my God Tashya,” a few long strides brought the man to her side.
Slowly Natasha became aware it was her father, Prince Alexander Marnicov, holding her shoulders, not Stefan. Her terrorized shrieks turned into small whimpers of shame.
“Papa, Stefan hurt me.”
“I know, baby.” Sitting on the bed, Alexander gathered her into his massive arms and rocked her as though she was indeed a baby.
Loud, obnoxious voices sounded in the Grand Hall below her bedroom, shattering the momentary peace. Natasha winced, sinking into her father’s strong chest.
“They’re here.” Alexander’s voice sounded anxious. His eyes were dark and compelling as he stared down at her. “Natasha, you must listen to me. The Palace Guards are here. I must leave. Do you understand?”
Numbly, Natasha nodded her head. Stefan Sorsky’s lies were the cause of this whole mess.Not happy with the trumped up treason charges against her beloved, loyal father, Stefan had then abused her. A small scream erupted. She couldn’t think of the horrors Stefan had subjected her to.
“Tashya, listen.” Alexander shook her shoulders gently until her screams tapered off.
“Oh Alexei,” Like an angel, Katya, Natasha’s beautiful, petite mother moved from the shadows of the doorway. “If Stefan will marry her, I don’t see the problem.”
“For God’s sake Katya, we’ve been through this already.” Alexander turned to glare at his dainty wife. “Stefan will not keep her alive. Once he getsmy lands and money, he’ll kill her. He doesn’t want Tashya.”
“He wants to hurt me.” Natasha whimpered in bewilderment. Marry Stefan? She couldn’t imagine marrying Stefan. He was a monster.
“Yes, he only wants to hurt you.” Alexander’s voice dropped, “and that’s why you must go with Boris. You must get out of the country immediately.”
“I want to go with you, please Papa?”
“It’s too dangerous.” Alexander disagreed. “Listen to me baby. We must hurry.”
“Stefan is my nephew. He would never hurt his aunt.” Katya interrupted, her voice rising hysterically. “I’m not going with Boris. He’s going with those Spirit Wrestlers. Why the Czar was just saying how much trouble those people are causing.”
“They are causing trouble? They won’t even fight.” Alexander snarled. “And what use would Stefan have for you? All you’re good for is spendingmoney, Cheri. Will you stop being so selfish? Tashya is only fifteen. She needs you.”
“But the Doukhobor’s are peasants.”
“Enough.” Alexander stood and nodded towards the huge man standing in the doorway. “Take them Boris and guard Tashya with your life.”
“With my life, your grace,” Boris agreed gruffly.
“Papa, don’t leave me.” Natasha’s eyes rounded in terror as she watched her father move swiftly towards her balcony doors.
“I must. The guards are coming up here. I’ll meet you in Canada.” Alexander moved through the French doors into the darkness. “And never forget you are a Princess, my baby.”
 
About Mary M. Forbes:
Born and bred on  western stories by Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour, I grew up in the middle of nowhere Saskatchewan.  Although modern life intervened, I soon realized the similarities between my life and North American western past. From riding horses, playing cowboys and Indians with real Indians combined with the scenery of vast, open prairies and endless horizons I was living my dream. - See more at: http://heartfeltpromos.com/?page_id=2477#sthash.oIfL9hBE.dpuf
 Born and bred on  western stories by Zane Grey and Louis L’Amour, I grew up in the middle of nowhere Saskatchewan.  Although modern life intervened, I soon realized the similarities between my life and North American western past. From riding horses, playing cowboys and Indians with real Indians combined with the scenery of vast, open prairies and endless horizons I was living my dream.

I have never forgotten my past or my love of anything country regardless of where I roam.  I’ve been busy researching my own family Ancestry and am in the process of releasing  ”Life Changing Days” - a story of memories – growing up on the farm in the middle of nowhere, Saskatchewan.  I now realize the most important things in life and living are family and friends.  With them I am the richest person in the world.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Celebrate the Release of SAVE ME (Believe Again) /Natalie-Nicole Bates



I'm thrilled to announce that my paranormal romance novella, SAVE ME (Believe Again),
Book 2 :RISE, is now available at Amazon!

I will be celebrating the release with a party at Facebook on January 20, 2015 from 7-9 PM (Eastern time). There will be fun, games, and lots of prizes to be won, including a grand prize! So pick up your copy of SAVE ME from Amazon, and  RSVP today!

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For over one hundred years, Daniel Tremont searched for the woman who brought him back from the dead after a tragic fire. He is sure she is the love of his life. When he finally catches up with her, he realizes he’s made a terrible mistake.

Alone in his grief, Daniel stumbles upon the remains of a long shuttered insane asylum. In the distance, he sees a beautiful young woman beckon to him.

Is she real, or simply the spirit of a long dead former inmate of the asylum?


Brecklin is at the asylum to spend the last day of her life alone. Daniel’s arrival now complicates her plans. But Brecklin soon realizes Daniel isn’t an ordinary man. He is an extraordinary man. He needs her to save him, and in return, he will save her. Can she believe long enough to alter the course of her fading life, and maybe in return, find a forever love?


Saturday, December 20, 2014

Author Spotlight: Christmas with the Black Sheep by Natalie-Nicole Bates



http://www.natalienicolebates.com


Blurb:

 It’s Christmas time, and Eriah Jameson has returned home to restart his family’s business. Due to his wild child past, no one is friendly or welcoming to Barrow Haven’s black sheep.
 
Aylin Myers lost her job when Eriah’s father took ill. She knows Eriah needs her help getting his business up and running again, but she doesn’t trust him. If he fails, she knows it will dishonor his father’s memory. And Aylin knows that at Christmas, it’s the right thing to help your fellow man—no matter how wretched he might be.
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As Aylin gets to know Eriah, she sees a side of him Barrow Haven never saw. That perhaps the black sheep has changed for the better. Still, can she be sure this side of Eriah is real, and not just a facade he’s perfected over time to get his own way?


















Excerpt:



     Aylin took a seat in the back of the café at an empty table near the fire, and ordered a pumpkin spice coffee, and two sugar cookies.

     As she waited for her order, she took a moment to simply soak up the Christmas atmosphere. Just as her cookies and coffee arrived, an unwelcome visitor to the café caught her eye. Eriah Jameson.

     She begrudgingly admitted to herself, that the man looked good. Tall and lean, with dark hair, he dressed casually in jeans, and a heavy leather jacket.

     When he walked toward her table, she made a pretense of lifting one of the star-shaped cookies into her hand, and  focused her sight on it. She wondered if he’d come her way  and confront her about the altercation that took place with his sniveling girlfriend. If he did, she had a bill tucked away in her handbag for the candle she vandalized.

     When she looked up again, he was stood in front of her.

     “Can I sit down?” he asked.

     “If you’re here to pay for the candle your girlfriend destroyed, then yes. Anything else, no.”

     He removed his jacket, and placed it on the back of the chair, pulled out his wallet, peeled off several bills, and then pushed them across the table to her. He then took a seat across from her.

     “I believe this concludes our business, Eriah. Sorry, Riley.”

     “Eriah is fine.” He drummed his fingertips on the wooden tabletop. “Have I done something to offend you, Aylin? I mean, the harsh attitude can’t all be about one broken candle.”

     She couldn’t believe his glib attitude. “I happen to work very hard. Maybe that’s something you or your girlfriend know nothing about. That candle was a customer’s order. I had to take additional time to make sure the customer had her order when she arrived to pick it up, which I wouldn’t have had to do, had your girlfriend not come into my workshop—my home—and started making demands, and acting like I’m beneath her.

     And to answer your question, no it’s not all about the candle. I worked for your father for several years. He was like a surrogate dad to me. You are his son, and you didn’t have the decency to visit him in the hospital while he was dying, or inconvenience yourself and attend  his funeral.”

     Eriah looked stung, but she didn’t regret her words. Maybe a strong dose of reality was what he needed.

     “I didn’t come home, Aylin, because I didn’t know he was dying. No one bothered to call me and let me know he died. That is why I missed the funeral.”

     “No one knew where you were, or how to get it touch.” She waved him off. “It’s over now. You wanted to know the truth, and you have it. You can go back to wherever it is you came from.” She tucked the wad of cash into her handbag. “You and I are even.”




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Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.

Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.

She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.




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