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Cover Reveal: Once by M.S. Kaye

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Once

Book One, by M.S. Kaye

Her first and also her once.

Jonathan and Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say.

But Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable to find peace.

Without each other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.

But are they able to forget and let go?

Will be released July 2, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.

Author Bio

M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.

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Excerpt from Once

“What’s the answer?”

He paused. “A switchblade.”

With my fingertips, I reached out and traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you win?”

He removed my hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.”

I slid his Book back to him. “This says we can find forgiveness.”

His eyes still closed, his jaw clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou shalt not kill.’”

I took his hand in both of mine, petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my lips. He had a talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that.

He watched me again. His eyes were intense, like the black of the night sky, and his forehead was furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was shocked at my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away. But I knew him. Already, I knew him.

“You’re still a good person,” I said.

His jaw clenched. “I’ve been trying to believe that.”

“I have faith in you.”

He continued to watch me. His forehead never smoothed, as if he was fighting for strength, but his eyes softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me.

I didn’t move, not sure what to do, what was right, what he wanted.

He leaned closer.

I only watched him.

He touched his lips to my cheek, the faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still, to keep my hands in my lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were gone, such brief contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my cheek or if I wanted his contact so much that I’d imagined it.

He spoke in my ear. “You must be some kind of final test.”

My heart pounded into my ribs, against the point of the blade. “Are you going to pass?”

His lips brushed against my jaw. “I don’t know.”

He trailed to my neck, his mouth softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair, the other on his shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely touching. His warmth invaded my head.

“God give me strength,” he murmured.

The door slid open, and the compartment filled with laughter.

He closed his eyes. Then he slid away from me.

 

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Dorian, a nine hundred year old incubus, has been busy seducing and being seduced by local Florida con artist Gabriel. Unfortunately, he is becoming attached to the attractive grifter. He’s supposed to be sucking an entire soul from him, thereby killing the sexy young man. Meanwhile, he becomes mesmerized by the purity of Shari Worth, local veterinary assistant and do-gooder. He courts her in hopes of both distracting him from his growing feelings toward Gabriel and finding the chink in her selfless decency.

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Meet Love Around the Corner

Playing the Part

By Lynn Rae

Melanie Sheraton trained herself not think too much about life beyond the confines of her small-town and the odd jobs she juggles to stay afloat. When a movie crew arrives, complete with an aggravatingly handsome star, Mel fights harder than ever to keep her desires and dreams buried as she plays chauffeur.

The last thing jaded action star Thomas Locke expects to find on location is a curvy driver who jump-starts his heart.

HRplayingthepartBlurb :

Independent Melanie Sheraton has to hustle for odd jobs in her small town to eke out a living. When the opportunity to act as a driver for some movie folks comes up, she jumps at the chance to earn an extra paycheck. What she didn’t bank on was one of her passengers invading her imagination, something she resists since no movie star would ever be interested in her.

At a crossroads in his professional life, action star Thomas ‘Wheeler’ Locke is in Ohio for a role he hopes will launch his career in a new, serious direction. Instead of concentrating on his acting, he finds himself growing more and more distracted by his feisty driver and her irascible ways.

Dancing around the attraction growing between them, both Mel and Thomas struggle to maintain their distance as the time for filming grows short. Will a reunion at the movie’s London premiere bring them together, or will their disparate lives keep them apart?

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Lynn Rae Bio:

Lynn Rae makes her home in land-locked central Ohio after time spent in the former Great Black Swamp, beside the Ohio River, and along the Miami and Erie Canal.  With professional experience in fields ranging from contract archaeology to librarianship along with making donuts and teaching museum studies, Lynn enjoys incorporating her quirky sense of humor and real-life adventures into her writing (except the naughty bits). She writes sci-fi, contemporary, and historical romances. You can find her posting frequently on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/lynnraewrites or at her webpage http://www.lynnraewrites.com/

Brand New Sci Fi Romance from Diane Saxon

Short Circuit Time by Diane Saxon

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In the year 2086, Zaphira is alone, the last survivor of biological warfare on Earth. Before he died, her scientist father promised other survivors would come. Nobody has. So when a horribly mangled android shows up claiming to be her father’s assistant, Aiden, who has been sent through time to rescue her, she’s both frightened and astounded.

The last time she’d seen Aiden, she’d been sixteen, head-over-heels in love with him and had literally thrown herself at him, leaving her devastated by his rejection and him running for the hills. The following day, she’d been told of his death.

Eight years later he’s miraculously back, this time asking for her help. Without it, he won’t survive. But can she really put a dead man back together with tweezers?

For Aiden, everything has changed. There are no other humans, no government, and time travel has left his new android body unexpectedly weak and suffering from inexplicable genetic changes in eye and hair color, brought about by his molecular shake-up. Unbelievably, the scientist who sent him is dead, and he must rely on the scientist’s daughter to help him. A woman who he’s not so sure has his best interests at heart.

The last time he’d seen her, Zaphira had been a sixteen year old with a dangerous crush on him and he’d been rocked by the turmoil of his own feelings. Now she’s twenty four and literally holds his survival in her hands. Too bad everything he does and says seems to annoy her.

Trusting her might be his undoing. But he is left with no choice.

For Zaphira, getting used to the transformation of old Aiden to android Aiden requires a large mental leap. But when android Aiden starts to rebuild his human form to a new and improved standard, things start to get tricky.

The Aiden she loved as a little girl was her father’s nerdy assistant. The new Aiden is hot. But are her feelings as strong eight years later or are they simply a cherished memory?

Excerpt

Prologue

She narrowed her eyes and squinted at the skinny geek stumbling backward out of the passenger seat of her father’s car. She’d waited all day for the rumble of the engine of her daddy’s convertible. The old car had a distinct stutter and a sly rev she fantasized was because it had a mind of its own.

She smiled awkwardly, her mouth pulled tight across her braces and she pressed her fingers over her top lip to stop it from catching on the edge, rolling and making her look like a feral cat. Her face ached. They’d tightened the braces again and it hurt so much more this time. The smile dropped from her lips only to ping back up again as the geek caught his shoe on some piece of equipment in the foot well of her daddy’s car. He flipped backward, his gangly arms pin wheeling until he landed on his ass on the floor, minus his shoe.

He whipped his head up and she stepped back from the window hoping he hadn’t heard her girlish giggles. He wouldn’t be impressed. He was so much older and more mature.

Not many would believe he was twelve years her senior. Not with his thick russet hair falling in a boyish flop over his forehead, his fine gold-rimmed glasses perched right on the end of his nose.

Her heart fluttered in her chest as she chanced another peek.

His arms full of equipment, flushed to his hairline, he staggered toward the front door of her home. Adrenaline pumped hot through her veins. She took a few skips toward the hallway, ran back to the window to see her father’s car pulling away from the curbside. Her mother was out. She was the only one there to open the door. She darted back, hesitated, her pulse thrumming in the base of her throat.

A dull thud shuddered the door in its frame and she shot forward, wrenched it open before he did any further damage. His shoulder slid across the oak panel and he shot sideways through the entrance, his skinny limbs racing to keep up with the speed of his body, but to no avail. His foot skidded and down he went. The clatter of laboratory equipment skidding across the wooden floor filled her ears as did his quiet Irish curse.

“Bollocks.”

Stifling another snigger, she crouched to help, casting furtive little glances at him as he came to his knees, straightened his waistcoat and touched his fingers to his bow tie, ensuring it was still there.

“Hi Aiden.”

His deep frown almost made her stutter, but she knew he couldn’t sustain his annoyance. His small nervous cough made her smile.

“Hey.” The sound of his soft, smooth voice made her light-headed and she stopped what she was doing to gaze deep into his eyes.

He pushed his glasses further up his nose and glared at her. Unperturbed, she met his beautiful gaze with a lovesick one of her own.

“Do you need a hand down to the lab?” He dropped his gaze to her mouth. Her speech lisped embarrassingly through her clenched together teeth. She hated her braces, couldn’t wait to have them removed.

“No.”

Not wanting him to go yet, she piled another few items on top of the ones already in his arms and resisted the urge to stroke her fingers along the sleeve of his tweed jacket.

“Can I get you a coffee?”

“Zaphira…” he sighed, “Thank you, but no. I have work your father wants me to complete. I don’t want to be disturbed.”

Her chest ached. Just a little. The same as it always ached when he rejected her offers.

She bent to pick up Paco, her new puppy, snuggled her face into his thick fur and took comfort from his squirming, plump body as she hugged him close and let him lick sweet kisses across her chin.

Aiden paused at the lab door then glanced at her over his shoulder and her heart hitched again. There. It was there, the glint in his eye. The one that told her every time she was about to give up that there was a spark of interest. There was hope.

 

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Where to Find Diane Saxon

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About the Author

DSC_0066Diane Saxon lives in the Shropshire countryside with her tall, dark, handsome husband, two gorgeous daughters, a Dalmatian, one-eyed kitten, ginger cat, four chickens and a new black Labrador puppy called Beau, whose name has been borrowed for her hero in For Heaven’s Cakes.

After working for years in a demanding job, on-call and travelling great distances, Diane gave it all up when her husband said “follow that dream”.

Having been hidden all too long, her characters have burst forth demanding plot lines of their own and she’s found the more she lets them, the more they’re inclined to run wild.

Previous Books:

Loving Lydia -Atlantic Divide Book 1

Bad Girl Bill – Atlantic Divide Book 2

Finding Zoe – Atlantic Divide Book 3

Flight of Her Life

Flynn’s Kiss – Disarmed & Dangerous Book 1

For Heaven’s Cakes – Paranormally Yours Anthology

Hot New Paranormal Release by Houston Havens

Series Genre: Erotic Romance, Ménage (MFMM/MFM), Paranormal, Fantasy, Futuristic, Suspense, Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Mystery.

Themes with a light touch: Voyeurism, Spanking, BDSM, Anal, Psychic, Fae

Release Date: Dec 15, 2014

Published with: Syn Publishing

Heat level: Romantrix #4

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Tagline: Words can never express the emotions needed to be heard by the heart.

Keywords: Ménage, Erotic-Romance, Futuristic-Paranormal, Dystopian-Sci-Fi, Psychic-Fantasy, Fae, Post-Apocalyptic, Psychic Ménage Series.

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Blurb:

Daughter of the Dirt Dweller’s ruler; Tessla Reto attempts to escape the Underworld after the mysterious disappearance of her best friend. She knows her untimely death is also near if her father, Landen Reto discovers her part in forming the rebels to fight against him. The two men sent to help her get away are killed and she’s rescued by a handsome stranger…or is she?

Faerydae returns to Earth in search of an inner peace his soul can’t find after the death of his friend Chandra Lamar. Instead, he finds himself in an unplanned rescue of a woman that stirs everything he’s fought a lifetime to deny. Can Faerydae stay focused on his goal to expose his past and true Fae bloodline, or will destiny play her hand?

Shomar’s uncomplicated world is tossed asunder when his best friend, Faerydae, shows up with a stray puppy and a woman who steals the heart of his soul the moment he looks at her. Only to discover Faerydae and the woman claim they can’t stand each other, yet his intuition tells him otherwise. Will Shomar be able to win the woman of his dreams or will Faerydae always have her heart?

Will Tessla find her freedom? Will Faerydae keep his, or will Shomar succeed in his plan to expose them to their hidden ecstasy?

 

Mini Blurb:

Tessla Reto escapes the Underworld after she finds the two men sent to help her are dead. She’s rescued by a handsome stranger…or is she?

Faerydae’s search for truth and peace abruptly ends when a woman who stirs everything he’s spent a lifetime denying, falls into his life.

Will Shomar be able to win the woman of his dreams or will a Faery always have her heart?

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Bio:

Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series and numerous articles in literary magazines.

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Exposed Ecstasy (Psychic Menage #3) by Houston Havens

Sotia Lazu Talks Wet Sex and a Giveaway

Welcome to fellow romance author Sotia Lazu. She has a great giveaway below and a steamy M/F/M scene to share from a work in progress.

Hi, and thank you so much for having me and The Tenant over today!

So you asked for a post about sex in water, and that’s what you’ll get. Sort of.

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The Tenant has several steamy sex scenes, if I say so myself (and how can you agree or disagree unless you read it? 😉 ) What it doesn’t have is a sex in water scene. I wanted to have Derek take Amanda in the shower, but I’ve already written that in Cherry Stem, and then there’s this little thing that Amanda’s best friend, Becca wakes up to in her own book, coming next summer. Warning: it’s not safe for work.

 

Becca woke up feeling pleasantly sore and sated.

She stretched languidly in all directions, expecting to feel the bodies of her lovers on either side, and was surprised to find no one in bed with her.

 

She hadn’t expected her boys to be able to stand, after the previous night, let alone walk out of the room.

 

The sound of running water reached her ears. Shower. That was a good idea. She briefly wondered if she’d find Colin on Brad in the bathroom. The two avoided being naked together when she didn’t act as a buffer between them. It was odd after what they shared—her, namely—on an almost nightly basis. She’d joked about the two of them pleasing each other while she watched, and had seen the longing in Colin’s gaze when Brad wasn’t looking. Earlier in their relationship, Brad had drunkenly confessed that if he ever “did a dude,” it’d be his best friend, but had remained silent while Colin gave all sorts of excuses as to why it wouldn’t be the best of ideas for them to be together without her.

 

Which showed he’d considered the idea.

 

Becca would have to figure a way to get them to open up about it. But first, she’d hop in the shower with whoever cared to keep her company.


She jumped out of bed and all but skipped to the bathroom, mindless of how her naked feet slid on the marble floor. Her momentum almost brought her head-first through the bathroom door, as she skidded to a halt at the sight before her.

Colin was fucking Brad.

Colin was fucking Brad, and they both seemed to love it. Of course there was nothing not to love from where she stood.

Hard, muscled bodies pushed against each other, muscles flexing and rippling. Large palms gripped shoulders, hips, trying for purchase on wet flesh or the wall against which Brad now leaned, eyes closed as he pushed back, meeting every one of Colin’s thrusts.


She cautiously moved a little to the side from her standpoint behind the two, absorbing every detail of their coupling. The room grew hotter and hotter with her rising desire for the two men.

Colin’s face was pinched in concentration, his movements measured, as though he was afraid to hurt his best friend. No. As if he was afraid Brad would change his mind and leave. He wouldn’t worry, if he could see the silent ‘O’ Brad’s lips formed every time the long, thick cock disappeared fully inside him.

 

Becca knew how that felt; she’d had Colin inside her hours earlied and could still feel the double pounding her beautiful boys had given her.

 

Beautiful.

 

Soap suds and water didn’t mask the beautiful contrast of Colin’s pale skin against Brad’s tanned one. Their wet hair clinging to their faces made that contrast even starker. Steam rose around them, giving them halos, but she knew they were no angels. She wouldn’t want them so much if they were.

 

But Becca and her boys are another story—or three. 😉

 

The Tenant by Sotia Lazu

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Blurb

In hopes of getting her fiancé to consummate their relationship before the wedding, Amanda convinces him they should check out the apartment her father gave her as a gift for their upcoming nuptials. Darkness and privacy are supposed to work in her favor, but there is one parameter she doesn’t know about: the apartment is not empty yet, and the current tenant has no plans of moving.

Derek has had a hell of a few months. His girlfriend turned out to be a cheater and then stole his restaurant. He’s not about to also give up the place he’s called home for three years—even if his hot but infuriating landlady threatens to move in by the end of the week.

When her own lease is up, Amanda is forced to make good on her threat. As if life isn’t already hard enough, her tenant-turned-roommate is as sexy as he is annoying, and her fiancé is caught with a half-naked woman.

Now she and Derek need to find a way to survive their forced cohabitation. They soon discover sleeping with the enemy can be fun.

 

Excerpt

 

Hushed voices. There were people whispering inside his home, and—

 

Something crashed.

 

It might have been fury at whoever dared vandalize his home that drove his feet from bathroom to bedroom, naked as the day he was born. It could have been hope he’d finally get out some of his frustration that curled his fingers around the baseball bat lying beneath his bed and led him the rest of the distance to his living room in the pitch black.

 

Weighing the bat in one hand, he pressed the fingers of the other to the light switch he knew to be at his left, and took in the lit room.

 

A couple was making out on his floor. By his overturned table and his smashed lamp.

 

He scowled so hard his forehead hurt, but it was all he could do not to charge them and bash their heads in.

 

“What the fuck are you doing in my place?” he asked the kneeling hulk. He’d heard about people making out in parks, playgrounds, even cemeteries, but breaking into someone’s home to get some was unbelievable.

 

The small blonde lying on the floor sat upright, eyes blazing. “Your place? My father gave me this apartment!”

 

Her boyfriend simply blinked at him.

 

Was it Derek’s imagination, or was the blonde having a hard time looking him in the eye? He was tempted to mention his face was an entire torso—and then some—higher than what she was staring at, but his ego needed some stroking, so he let her take all of him in, while his mind caught up to what she’d just said.

 

“You’re Kenneth’s daughter?” he finally asked, the bat only slightly lowered. Alice’s sister. This one was shorter, and Alice dyed her hair dark brown these days, but Derek could see the resemblance.

 

She finally lifted her gaze to meet his, and her eyes were the same bright green as her sister’s. “You’re the guy who’s supposed to be gone?”

 

He could apologize and say he’d forgotten because of the rain of utter shit falling on him lately.

 

He could ask for a bit more time until he’d found a new place.

 

Or he could be an ass. Nobody else seemed to think twice about being an ass to him. “Hardly,” he said with a snort. “I’m supposed to be right where I am. You, on the other hand, are trespassing. Or is it breaking and entering?”

 

The young woman scrunched her nose, which was adorable in a snooty, bratty way. “No breaking. I’ve got a key.” She narrowed her eyes. “When Mason and I were first engaged, Dad said he asked you to move. That was three months ago.”

 

Mason. That was the silent brute’s name. “I remember no such thing, and” —he looked pointedly at the remains of his favorite lamp— “there has definitely been some breaking.”

 

Blondie bounced up and glared. Funny, but she was intimidating despite her small stature. Maybe that was why Mason stood back and let her handle things. “Dad bought the place for me, to begin with,” she said. “You knew when you first moved in that I was eventually going to be needing it.”

 

That was true. Derek had heard all about how this was one day going to be a wedding present for Kenneth’s oldest daughter—and what was her name, again?—though said daughter hadn’t even been dating back then. Kenneth said his daughter was picky and needed a man with serious backbone before she settled down.

 

Things had apparently changed.

 

Derek considered waving the bat to see if the big guy would flinch, but decided to be the bigger man—and wasn’t that ironic, when Mason had at least four inches on him? “Kenneth mentioned something, but he didn’t give me the sixty days notice he was supposed to.” Blondie opened her mouth, probably to repeat her father let him know three months ago. Now was time for the coup de grace, and Derek somehow knew he’d love watching her squirm. “As you know, the notice is supposed to be in writing or it doesn’t count,” he said.

 

And smirked.

 

And winked.

 

Mason grabbed Blondie’s shoulder, flexing his arm in the process. The look on his face indicated that Derek’s nudity might have offended him more than Derek’s intention to not vacate the premises for at least two more months. “Let’s go, Mandi.” Ah, that was her name. “We’ll talk to your father. He’ll know what to do.”

 

Her gaze said she knew what to do too, and it involved the painful insertion of the baseball bat in Derek’s most private orifice.

 

Derek’s smirk widened into a grin. “And now get out of here, before I have to call the police and report you for harassment on top of everything else.”

 

Mandi stared him down for a split second, but when Derek swung his bat in the air, her overly inflated toy boy all but dragged her out the door.

 

Derek propped his weapon on his shoulder, grabbed a bottle of scotch, and went to bed. He sensed his swagger had returned. Maybe that was because he’d actually felt he had balls, for the first time in days.

 

Odd way for his day to improve, but it had. He would give anything for another opportunity to bait Mandi Murphy. If he couldn’t torture the woman who’d hurt him, he’d torture the one who wanted to evict him. He had to be subtle about it, though. He didn’t want to make Kenneth mad at him.

 

About the Author


Sotia’s making do with Greek reality, while writing and mostly thinking in English.

She loves romances with a twist and urban fantasy novels, always with vivid erotic elements. Her favorite characters to write are not conventional hero-material at first glance, and she enjoys making them fight for their happiness.

 Sotia shares her life and living quarters with her husband, their son, and two rescue dogs, one of which may be part-pony. Sappy movies make her bawl like a baby, and she wishes she could take in all the stray dogs in the world.

 Also, she hates mornings!


Sotia’s books:
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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Tenant-Sotia-Lazu-ebook/dp/B00MG4C1EQ

Contact Sotia:

Website
Blog
Twitter
Goodreads

Or write to her at author@sotialazu.com

 

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AND THAT’S NOT ALL!

Until the 11th of the month, you have the chance for several more entries. Just stop by the following blogs, and leave me a comment:

 

August 8th

Gina Henning Blog

http://www.ginahenning.com/blog/

August 8th

Barbara Elsborg – Barbara‘s Blog

http://www.barbaraelsborg.com/blogposts/

August 8th

The Naughty and Nice of Romance

https://naughtyandniceromance.wordpress.com

August 9th

Ana Blaze

http://anablaze.blogspot.com/

August 9th

Apathy’s Hero

http://blog.apathyshero.com

August 10th

Megan O’Russell

http://meganorussell.com

August 10th

Blame It On The Muse

http://blameitonthemuse.com/

August 10th

History in the Hot Lane

http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com

August 10th

A Pen Named Brock

http://www.tabrockbooks.com

August 10th

Diane Saxon Blog Spot

http://www.dianesaxon.com/blogspot.html

August 11th

Tara Quan

http://www.taraquan.com/

August 11th

Writery

http://writery.wordpress.com/

August 11th

Vincent Morrone

http://vincentmorrone.com/

August 11th

Daisy Banks Blog

http://daisybanks.wordpress.com/

Sweaty and Sexy? Sizzling Summer Nights Blog Hop

What more could we ask for than what is looking back at you from the left? Okay, winning that kindle fire would be sweet too!

I love summer – although this one has not been nearly as hot and sweaty as previous years. So, to solve the problem I had to get a little more salacious in my writing. My most recent release, Darling’s Desire, is a mix of mystery at the lake, murder, rock and roll angst and sizzling sex.  The reviews have been great and I hope some of you will give the book a read and a review. I am giving away one free copy but sure hope a few readers will pick up theirs from amazon:

Here is the blurb:  When world-famous drummer Ross Daniels agrees to spend the weekend at Darling Roberts’ lake house, he becomes a distraction she doesn’t need … her cursed house is distraction enough! A secluded lake house with a dark history … a rock star and a sheltered young woman … you’ll find all the passion and suspense you could wish for in T. D. Hassett’s hot new romance Darling’s Desire.

Darling Roberts is going back to the lake house her mother disappeared from thirteen years ago. She needs to decide to stay or sell. The locals believe the place cursed, but her best friend thinks it would be a blast to spend the weekend there before heading to Europe. BFF Madison is determined to set Darling up, even if that means dragging a recently widowed rock-and-roll drummer to the scene of a murder.

Ross Daniels has a secret. He can’t stand the pitying looks well-wishers have given him since his wife’s accidental death. The European leg of the Becket tour can’t come soon enough. A weekend stay at a mutual friend’s lake house seems like a decent way to kill a couple of days before hopping a plane, at least until he spends some time with temptation herself.

Passions ignite and Ross feels his heart beginning to beat again. Darling isn’t who he thought she was, and he can’t get enough of her sweet soul and lush curves. Darling is determined to take charge of her life, and the lake house is just the place to begin. Ross is a scrumptious distraction, but she knows she has to keep things in perspective. Why would a world-famous drummer want to hang out with her in a small town even the locals want her run out of?