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.
http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Black-Sheep-Natalie-Nicole-Bates-ebook/dp/B00PSYBJVM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1418506371&sr=8-1&keywords=Christmas+with+the+Black+Sheep

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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Author Bio:


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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Saturday, December 6, 2014

Author Spotlight on Maya DeLeina and Fire and Ice, Season of the Vampire 1


http://www.mayadeleina.net
Blurb:
http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Ice-Seasons-Vampire-I-ebook/dp/B00NZLOP2U/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1412137835&sr=8-5&keywords=maya+deleina

Noel Tierney thought she’d have enough time before the predicted storm to make it to her holiday retreat, but the snow hit sooner than expected. Caught unprepared on a treacherous pass, poor visibility and icy conditions lead to a crash. She lay immobile in her vehicle, stranded in a ditch in the most remote leg of her journey.  

A faceless hero comes to her rescue and Noel has no choice but to wait out the blizzard in her rescuer’s unique cabin nestled in the woods. Everything about Grayson  James peaks her curiosity—his valor, air of mystery and most of all, undeniable attractiveness.  

For three days and nights, passions are unleashed and unexpected emotions are brought to life. When the storm breaks, Grayson vanishes into thin air, but not before revealing startling news that leaves her questioning her sanity.  

Fast forward years later and Noel is in the southernmost part of the United States. She’d come seeking solace after her husband’s tragic death, but what finds her in Key West is more than she ever anticipated.  

In the sultry summer, her unbridled winter’s ecstasy resurrects.  

And so does the Vampire.  

"In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.”    

-Albert Camus 

  Excerpt:

“You don’t know me, Noel. I may look like something you’re used to, but on the inside, I-I am not a man—”

She lifted her head and sensually kissed his chin, breaking him in mid-sentence. “I know you can’t offer me anything past this. I get it. But you are a man and I want you.” She tilted her crotch upwards and spread her legs wider, giving him more access to her pussy that was wet and ready. She circled her hips slowly, rubbing her moist and swollen lips against his long, hard shaft.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered with an ache of torment in his voice. He buried his face into her neck. “You just don’t get it.”  He sucked on her flesh right where her neck met her shoulder.

“Oh!” Her eyes rolled back in her head. She shut her eyes tight, concentrating on the sensation he stirred in her body.

Most women say it’s their nipples, but for her, the most sensitive part on her body lie at the crook of her neck. A treasure-trove full of pleasure nerves, her neck proved her undoing. If a man kissed her at the right spot, with the correct amount of pressure, she could be sent over the edge. And with his performance, Grayson delivered her right to the gates of heaven.

“I can come with you just worshiping my neck,” she whispered seductively in his ear.

He continued devouring her flesh. He caught her muscle in his teeth and bit down.

“Jesus!” she yelped in surprise.

A burst of iciness shot through her muscles. The burn traveled all through her shoulders, down to her fingers. Another trail went into action, extending up past her neck and wrapping around her skull like a glove.

No pain existed.

A new sensation emerged.

The cold turned to heat, soothing her down to her bones. All the tension she held in her neck and shoulders since the accident faded.

And then that unmistakable feeling rolled in.

“I’m gonna come!”

She hadn’t a clue what he was doing or why he obsessed with kissing her neck.

She simply said a silent thank you for whatever magic spell he performed on her.  

He remained planted at her neck while his hand positioned his cock at her opening. She continued riding the waves of pleasure when he entered her. He released her neck and focused his eyes on her body. Hunger burned in his stare.

“Take me,” she begged.

He huffed and wrapped his hands around her waist. He kneeled back and tilted her pelvis up as he thrust into her.

She gasped at the angle of his entry.

He speared her with his luscious cock over and over again, slow in his rhythm, but steady and deep in his penetration. He fit snuggly inside of her, stretching her just to a point that transformed the woman inside of her to an animal. “Yes, do everything to me. I’m all yours.”


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About Maya DeLeina:



Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author  with Siren , Evernight and Ellora’s Cave Publishing.  Her current series includes Ambrose Heights Vampires, My Naughty Vampire and Vampire Architects.



Not only does Maya have theatrical book trailers that bring her vampires to life, all of her vampires were featured in Singer/Songwriter Jill Cohn's music video "Blessing Moon".

Visit Maya DeLeina Online:  

Website- http://www.mayadeleina.net/  
YouTube Channel- https://www.youtube.com/user/mayadeleina  
Twitter- https://twitter.com/vampauthormaya  
Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/maya.deleina 
Fan Page Facebook-https://www.facebook.com/EroticVampireAuthor  
Goodreads- https://www.goodreads.com/author/dashboard

 
 
 
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