Today I'm hosting Lea Bronsen and her sizzling new story, High-Risk Fever! Welcome, Lea!
Thank you so much for hosting me! I'm incredibly happy to share this new release. I started it in response to an erotica anthology call in the spring of 2013. The antho didn't happen, but I continued writing, broadening my genre spectrum from hetero erotica to GLBT and ménage.
Though I'd already told the story of a gay boy in my debut novel, describing full-on gay acts and choreographing steamy foursome scenes so long they spanned over several chapters was a new experience and quite the challenge! *laughs* I hope you enjoy this wild ride of mine as well :) (VS- fanning self! A must read indeed!)
Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.
A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?
Breathing deeply to calm her nerves, she approached the unfortunate bicyclist and bent to grab his handlebar.
Surely by pure coincidence, one of his gloved hands landed on hers, curling strong fingers around her small ones and helping her pull until the bike stood upright between them.
Still, even as he stood on his feet, his hand lingered, holding hers firmly on the hard-plastic handle.
Anne looked up into his face, seeing him for the first time. How in the world had she missed such a jewel earlier? Among tanned, Latin features, a pair of black diamonds sparkling with mischief stared back without shame. His long, black locks were swept back in a ponytail, revealing a single golden earring in his left lobe. Large chest muscles heaved beneath a tight, pink spandex shirt, begging to be caressed by a woman’s hand, and black chest hairs peeked from the open collar.
Unable to believe the seductive intensity he exuded, she sucked in a breath and held it while the world narrowed. Her head buzzed. “What?”
“What?” The beautiful bicyclist used the same low tone, his full lips forming a teasing grin inches from her face. He was so near she could smell his hot breath. Intoxicating.
How had he come so close? And how long before her husband noticed?
Thankfully, Brian’s calm, indifferent voice rose behind her, addressing the blond bicyclist. “So you’re looking for a place to stay?”
“Yeah. We’ve already asked in several different villages on our way here.”
Anne tugged at her trapped hand and took a demonstrative step back. “Please.”
“Oh.” Feigning surprise, the dark beauty lifted an eyebrow and removed his hand, allowing her to retrieve hers. “Sorry,” he added, rolling a thick R with his tongue, keeping his lips parted a second too long. A move so deliberately naughty, her stomach knotted with need.
As she retreated, he studied her face with a grin, arrogance and amusement gleaming in his dark eyes, before turning his attention to the two other men.
Blood pulsing in her temples, she copied his movement.
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High-Risk Fever will tour the book blog sphere with Bridging the Gap Promotions December 8 – 19. Look out for guest posts, interviews, and giveaways!
ABOUT LEA BRONSEN:
Lea has always had a vivid imagination and written since an early age. Now juggling life as a mother, full-time worker, and thriving author, she struggles to find any reading time - but when she opens a book, she wants it fast, hot, and edgy! Striving to give her own stories the same intensity, she currently divides her writing time between psychological thriller, erotic contemporary romance, and dripping erotica.
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Welcome to the VS Morgan site! I'm super excited to be a part of the Beyond Fairytales blog hop.
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1) Find what Casey and Hunter are thankful for
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4) Visit the awesome authors on the blog hop
Character Summary: Hunter
Origin: Wolf Shifter
Physical Characteristics: 6'5", muscular build
Profession: Master Assassin
Talents: 100% accuracy when shooting. Trash-talking
Family: Father (deceased), mother, and younger sister
Likes: Sex, cussing, and meat
Dislikes: Dirtbags, stupid people, and tofu
Character Summary: Casey Smith
Origin: Wolf Shifter
Physical Characteristics: 5'9", stocky build
Talents: Artistic. Elevating others' moods
Family: Raised by human adopted mother (deceased)
Friends: Miss Priss (his dog) and Glenn
Likes: Being happy
Dislikes: Not controlling his wolf
Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.
Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.
Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?
Author: London Saint James
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: November 4, 2014
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, suspense, thriller, spanking
Heat level: 5
Word count – 49k
Cover art by Mina Carter
As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?
Tiffany Brooks heard the familiar tocato-tocato-tocato sound of a purring motor. She
swiveled in her office chair to look out the window and saw him park his custom
chopper next to her car on the paved lot of Stoub Engineering.
Straddling his chrome bike wearing chunky leather-work boots, jeans, and a simple
white T-shirt, Declan Cage set her heart to pitter-pat.
She touched her chest and groused, “You’re not attracted to him, Tiffany.”
Tucking a piece of sable-brown hair behind her ear, she straightened her shoulders
and put on her toothy-white smile.
“Good morning,” she said when he entered the building.
“Morning, Ms. Brooks.”
She observed him coming toward her desk and willed her face to look pleasant, yet
restrained. She needed to keep her gaze particularly uninterested in him although the
smug politeness she plastered across her features was hard to accomplish. Declan had a
swagger that made her want to gawk at him.
“How are you today?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she said. “And you?”
Her response was a blank faced, “I’m sorry. I’m not good with names.”
He crinkled his brow, and the muscle in his jaw flexed. Yeah. There it was. The look.
She’d definitely gotten under his skin.
“I’m Declan.” He turned slightly to show her his back and gestured over his shoulder
toward the logo. The silver skull ring he wore on his thumb gleamed. “From DC
Construction,” he said. She couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles bulged beneath
“Oh yes.” She waved her hand about.
She knew who he was and had immediately recognized him the first time he’d
sauntered into the office over a month ago. She’d played it cool then, and she’d play it
cool now. Besides, revealing her little secret would be nothing but detrimental. Yet even
if it was a dangerous game, she loved bugging the hell out of him with her I’m-bad-with names
thing, especially since she imagined he wasn’t used to a woman forgetting him.
Continuing with the I’m-a-busy-professional-who’s-not-impressed-by-you farce, she
casually glanced at her laptop, flipped the lid closed, then looked back up at him. “How
may I help you today?”
“Matthew called me this morning. He said he left some plans here and I should come
by to pick them up.”
“Plans for the Cherry Hills project, right?”
Declan smiled, and his dimples made an appearance through the brownish stubble on
his face. Tiffany shook her legs beneath her desk a couple of times then stopped the
nervous movement, glad he couldn’t see them.
“Yes,” he said. “For the parking garage.”
She rolled her chair back and stood, sliding her hands down the sides of her hips,
hoping to smooth out any wrinkles in her skirt and secretly wishing to bring attention to
her curves. She removed her sweater so the silk and lace tank top hidden beneath could
be seen. When she flopped the garment over the back of her chair, she straightened her
spine and pressed her ample breasts out.
“Follow me,” she said, tugging at the hem of her shirt.
Satisfied she’d given him a fairly good view of her hourglass figure, she glanced up.
Declan stood beside her, and even though she wore four-inch heels, he towered above
her. His height sort of intimidated her, but her body didn’t seem to impress him.
He pulled a cell phone from the leather holder hooked to his jeans and stared at the
screen. “Sorry,” he said in a bored tone. “I forgot to send a text.” His fingers tapped. He
put the phone away in a lackadaisical manner. “Lead on.”
Unwilling to let his lack of interest faze her, she gave Declan her back and walked.
“The plans are in Mr. Stoub’s office.”
“Super,” he said.
She sashayed across the room with her chin held high, stopping at the marble counter
across from the conference room and pointing toward the fancy coffeemaker. “There’s
fresh coffee. Can I get you some?”
“No. I’m fine. But thanks for offering,” he said.
“Mm.” She continued toward the office, Declan following her. “Well.…” After walking
in, she eyed several elongated white tubes sitting on top of the oversized desk and
gestured toward one wingback chair. “Have a seat. It will take me a second or two to find
the right drawings.” She walked around the office furniture as Declan sat on the edge of
the chair. Picking up one tube, she read the label. “Sawyer,” she said and set it down in
too much of a rush. Her hand accidently hit the other containers. They jostled and
started to roll. She tried to stop their momentum, but several of the cylinders went over
the side and hit the floor. “Geez Louise.” Tiffany sidestepped and bent to get them.
Declan had already jumped up to help her.
“Here, let me,” he said, coming to her side and squatting next to her.
When he reached for the mess, his right arm brushed against the top portion of her
left shoulder. She sucked in a breath at the contact and thought her heart would stop
from the frisson of energy snapping over her skin. Every part of her body became aware
of him. He was potent. And virile. A rough, intoxicating man in his prime.
Refusing to be reduced to a quivering weakling, she reminded herself he was only a
man, akin to any other, and turned to see his face. “Thank you.”
He met her gaze. “Anytime.”
Those eyes. The color of the sea. Deep, blue-green, and fathomless.
Who was she trying to kid? Declan Cage wasn’t just any man. She looked away and
focused on something else.
Tiffany fixed her attention on the clutter she’d created, but she was still watching
him—staring at his large hands while he gathered up the blueprint holders. She licked
her lips and pictured those hands on her body, fondling her.
Author Bio & Links:
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
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So to make this a little more interesting than just showing off my sexy cover and giving you a quick snippet from my new upcoming release from Decadent, I thought I’d give you some fast five’s at each blog who is featuring my new shiny cover. That way you get to know a bit about the crazy characters and the fantastic world of Sisera that is featured in Don’t Call Me Iron Man. And for this stop you’re going to get a quick glimpse into Ivan’s best friend Dante
Fast Five about Dante:
1. He plays piano at Paddy McFee’s
2. Is in a relationship with another man.
3. Is the only person that’s brave enough to call Ivan, Iron Man to his face.
4 Often plays darts with Ivan
5. In the end is a true blue friend, and sticks next to Ivan’s side, even when Ivan doesn’t want him to.
Once upon a time...there was this guy. A man who had an IQ out of this world and was arrogant enough to give the legendary Tony Stark a run for his money. He had everything he could ever want - a good job, more money than he knew what to do with, and all the sex he wanted - no strings attached. But that all changed on one fateful night...
The last thing Ivan Chugunov expected when he dropped by his favorite haunt for a few brews was to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listened to the man's tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he found himself lost in the story...only to awaken in another realm - one with a quest - for him. Repair the purifier vital to all those who lived and retrieve a medical unit. Seemed simple enough and a small enough price to pay to return to his own realm. Well, until he finds out that said 'LT-1789 unit' is actually a reclusive cybernetic man. One who will demand his own price of Ivan - three nights of unbridled sexual bliss...with Ivan at his mercy. Only then will he return to the royal clutch. Can Ivan, a man who relishes control above all else, submit to a man who may be more machine than human?
“How many times do I have to tell that asshole not to call me Iron Man? I’m not some damn superhero.” He hung his leather bomber on the coat rack next to the bar then stepped up to the bar. The owner and resident barkeep, Shamus O’Connor, stood behind the long expanse of polished teak and just smiled. After drawing a draft of Ivan’s favorite on-tap AmberBock, Shamus set the frosty glass on a napkin in front of him.
“I reckon if you want the lad to quit a’calling you that, you might wanna shave off your fancy facial hair.” Shamus chuckled as he wiped a nonexistent splatter from the bar with the white towel that had been draped over his shoulder.
Ivan rubbed his goatee. Shave it off? Not in this lifetime. It covered the large port-wine birthmark on his chin. Besides, he’d worn it a helluva lot longer than those damned Iron Man movies had been out.
“Shamus, it’s not just that Tony Stark mustache and beard. It’s his attitude.” Dante sidled up to the bar along with his lover, Ronan.
Ronan smiled up at Ivan. “Naw, it’s not just the facial hair. It’s all those crazy inventions he comes up with.” He tapped Ivan’s arm. “Dad told me the other day you came up with another new part which is supposed to revolutionize the security industry.”
Ivan’s cheeks warmed. Ronan’s father had worked with him at Herman’s & Sons Security Services since the day they’d hired him. For a long time, he’d been Ivan’s mentor and teacher, and with Ivan moving into one of the coveted senior tech jobs, the man always bragged to anyone who would listen about Ivan’s accomplishments.
“No offense, Ronan, but your dad thinks that about every new project I work on. Once you finish that fancy degree of yours, you’ll put my little inventions to shame.” He shifted on the bar stool, uncomfortable with the accolades. He invented to satisfy his own curiosity and pay his bills, not bask in the limelight.
“As if.” Ronan sighed and shook his head, before stepping up on his toes to give Dante a kiss. “Later, babe. Have a good set. I’ll keep the sheets warm for you.” Then he disappeared into the crowd.
Want to find out more? Be sure to visit the rest of the wonderful peeps showing off my cover today…
TL REEVE EVELISE ARCHER LANDRA GAFT ELLIE POTTS
KATE RICHARDS A PASSION FOR ROMANCE
THE BITTEN, SHORTEN, NOT SO NORMAL
So a little about me? Well, I've been writing for nearly as long as I've been able to type. Being dyslexic, my first typing class was a godsend (and yes, my dears it was called typing in those days.) And with the encouragement of my family and a determination to give stories to the voices in my head, I've been writing for the past six years. Initially I started out with erotic romance, BDSM, and menage under another pen name. All that changed in early 2013, however. As an avid reader of M/M erotic romance, I finally decided to take the plunge into writing it myself. But to keep my readers happy, I have decided to split my work between two identities. Most of my contemporary erotic romance, BDSM and Menage books will still be written under my Dakota Trace pen name, while almost all of my M/M work will appear under N.D. Wylders.
When I'm not clacking away at the keyboard, I'm riding herd over my three children, great-niece and nephews. But if I have the time... you may find me in the kitchen cooking up something delicious, tinkering around on the computer with cover art, or simply devouring the latest M/M romance book on my e-reader.
But I'm never too busy to talk to my readers, so feel free to hit me up on Facebook, Twitter or even through my website.
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Super excited to have Tara visiting today. I'm really looking forward to reading this story! Welcome
I owe my lovely hostess a huge thank you for having me over today. My paranormal romantic comedy, Flirting with Fire, was just released by Decadent Publishing. It features a clueless fire mage, his fed-up cat familiar, and Madame Eve’s renowned one-night stand service. On All Hallows’ Eve, this witch and warlock iron out the kinks of an outdated employment contract in a spectacularly fiery fashion (and once you read the blurb, my very odd description will make a lot more sense).
In celebration, I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here, and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget (at the bottom of this post, assuming the code works, or at my website: TaraQuan.com/FlirtingwithFire)
Flirting with Fire (A Witch’s Night Out, 1)
Apprentice witch Catalina Gato is prohibited from assuming her human form in front of her new employer without his express permission. Since he doesn’t know he’s a warlock, he can’t give it, leaving her in a familiar’s limbo. To make matters worse, she’s barred from leaving his house, and her attempts to enlighten him of his true nature results in burnt notes, charred walls, and exploding laptops.
On All Hallows’ Eve, she gets one night of freedom. Deciding some no-strings-attached sex might take the edge off the intense attraction she feels for her clueless boss, she signs up for Madame Eve’s service. When she meets her masked mystery date at the Castillo Capital, she realizes she might have gotten much more than she bargained for.
After being gifted a one-night stand from his annoying best friend, attorney Leo Difuoco reluctantly ventures to the Castillo Capital to celebrate Halloween. When he meets his oddly familiar green-eyed date in a Cat Woman costume, flames literally ignite, sparks magically fly, and life as he knows it changes forever.
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural
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About Tara Quan
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, her characters are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com
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Today Ana is visiting to share her latest release Taliasman, part of Decadent Publishing's Beyond Fairytales line.
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Length: 20K (66 pages)
Heat level: 3
Hashtags: #lgbt #lesbian #spanking
Genre: Fantasy, Erotic fiction
Will Talia accept love, or will she reject the one who offers her everything? @AnastasiaVitsky #BeyondFairytales http://amzn.to/10emqT0
Born to a destitute woodworker who wanted a son to carry on the family business, Talia grew up with one phrase on her lips: “If I had been born a boy.” If she had been born a boy, she would have been cherished, supported, and launched into the world with her father’s legacy. As only a worthless girl, she toils all day long to earn her handful of inferior grain.
Far away in the heavenly palace, Queen Vina receives a mysterious coin necklace from Nicodemus, teller of stories. Compelled by the throbbing heartbeat, she scours the earth to come across Talia, enslaved to a family who never wanted her. Rather than admit her motives, Vina purchases the girl with a sack full of gold. Furious, betrayed, and homesick, Talia endeavors to share her misery with the entire palace. Vina, afraid to confess her love, allows herself to become trapped in the role of brutal slave owner.
Talia, bred to expect nothing but misery, faces the first choice of her life. Will she accept love, even if it comes from an unlikely source? Or will she reject the one who offers her everything?
A Beyond Fairytales Adaptation of Our Lady’s Child
If I had been born a boy, I would have followed in my father’s footsteps to become a tradesman. Because I was a girl, he sold me instead.
“No,” Vina corrects me when I bring up the story, which is not often. She doesn’t like the facts, and I dislike her pretty lies. “Your mother agonized whether to let you go, but she knew you would be better off here. She wanted to give you a better life.”
I would call Vina on her mistruths, but she claims I still reason as a child. All of my protests to the contrary serve to prove her right, at least in her mind. Only when I agree with her does she admit I am a full-grown adult.
“You’re happy with me, aren’t you?” Vina makes me sit next to her at the formal dinners she hosts most nights, and she dresses me in rich silks with real lace. If I tell her “no,” she sends me to my room as punishment for my petulance. If I resist, she gives me one of her lessons in obedience. Some are painful, some pleasurable, and all serve to narrow my world and make me focus on her. How could I not, when she owns me?
“No,” Vina corrects me when I call her my owner. “I set you free, and I gave you the life you never could have had otherwise.”
When I turned nineteen, no one wanted to marry me. My mother fussed with my “hope chest,” if it could be called that, and arranged the one cotton handkerchief as if it could attract a suitor.
“Let me stay with you,” I entreated, and I won. I always did. The house needed new walls, and I wielded the power tools.
“You’ve turned her into such a tomboy no one will want her,” Mother chided Father, and the truth stung. I could have cared for my parents into their old age, but they wanted me gone.
Where to buy Taliasman:
Decadent Publishing store
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Where to find out more about Anastasia Vitsky and her books:
Blog (Governing Ana)
Cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs, Anastasia Vitsky specializes in F/F erotic fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to leather. When not writing about women who live spankily ever after, she coordinates reader and author events such as Spank or Treat, Love Spanks, and Sci Spanks. Her favorite event is Ana’s Advent Calendar, a month-long celebration of community, books, and making a difference.
She is too afraid to watch Dr. Who, but she adores The Good Wife and anything with Audrey Hepburn. In her next life, she will learn how to make the perfect pie crust.
Very excited to be hosting Landra. I had the opportunity to beta read her stories, and they are wonderful!
Be sure to check out her new release and giveaway!
They’re not your traditional highlanders.
Rafe Gordon, Laird of Nairn, is searching for release from the nightmare of his wife’s passing. When Elsie, his daughter’s new governess, brings with her the temptation of passion and a less-than-perfect-past, Rafe must decide if love truly can conquer all.
Innes Gordon is looking for a good time. When that good time turns out to be the childhood-friend-turned-kept-woman Catriona, he finds himself torn between claiming her ‘til death do us part’ or simply sharing her with his twin.
Hamish Gordon is seeking a woman all his own. While his family’s home is invaded with nuptial ceremonies, Hamish is sent to patrol his older brother’s hunting grounds in search of a thief. Discovering his prey yields the biggest surprise — and Athdara needs his help as much as he needs hers.
He wondered if this ‘wisp of a woman was the thief or merely a lookout to the band of thieves operating in the Nairn woods. These hunting grounds were under his brother, Lord Rafe’s control, and the local magistrate had reported thieves attacking travelers along the main road. When the message arrived weeks prior, Hamish found the perfect excuse to skip his brother Innes and new sister-in-law Catriona’s wedding celebrations. If nothing else, someone had to ensure their lands weren’t being used as a hideout.
“Are you from here, ‘wisp?” He attempted to keep his voice low, not wanting to scare this creature away. He’d always been gifted at calming those around him, especially a person or animal possessing a skittish nature.
She stood on the shore, and he noticed the fine quality of the boots on her feet. Indeed, the lass was more than she seemed. “Aye. Are you, warrior?”
Her voice, sweet and melodic, called to him, made him want to command her to his side. The fact she’d called him the same nickname his mother bestowed him with as a wee lad also bore on his soul.
“I’m brother to the man who’s responsible for these lands, the dirt under your feet, the water I stand in. I have questions for you if you’d speak with me.”
“I would answer.” Her response came with a slow perusal of his body. He followed her gaze as it traversed his length, no maiden blushes or shyness. Her frank appraisal spiked his interest threefold.
“If you’ll allow me to come to shore and dress…” His words trailed off as she toed off her boots.
“No need. I’ll come to you, warrior.”
He went still at her blatant offer. “That’s not necessary.”
Her hand moved to the buttons on her vest, and his heart pounded against his rib cage as each one fell loose of its moorings.
“Aye, it’s necessary. For I seek to view you as you are. I’ve watched afar too long.”
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Today I welcome fellow Beyond Fairytales author, Stephanie Beck, spotlighting Starlight Cowboy. I just read her story this weekend and loved it!
By Stephanie Beck
From the storybook of the stars.
A groundbreaking mission to the moons of Jupiter should have been Annalina's big ticket for advancement, but instead of captaining her own ship, she's second fiddle to Shields Albright.
Playboy, adventurer, immature.
Shields has been called it all, but really, he just wants to fly and hasn’t spent a lot of time on his social skills. Mutual attraction grows as the walls of the space ship close in, and they come to an arrangement that satisfies them both, while allowing them professional distance. The distance doesn’t last, not as they grow to understand themselves…and each other as someone who just fits.
Not all is as it should be among the stars.
Their ship is attacked, and the moons of Jupiter are not exactly untouched when they finally arrive. The little world they’ve built high above terra firma is about to smack down in the middle of a dangerous, maybe even deadly, reality. If Shields didn't attract trouble like fireflies on a bug zapper, the two might have an actual shot at true love.
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Shields strode from the room, his gear already packed and waiting in the briefing room. He hadn’t settled into the base. Knowing he’d be flying soon, there hadn’t been much to unpack. In the small briefing area, the rest of the crews waited in full uniform. Annalina sat in the corner, isolated and flipping through a magazine. Anderson, the tiny boned, frail looking dick sat between the two other woman who would go on the missions—one older and one painfully young. One other man, much older and with chemist experience rounded the group.
Shields took the open seat next to Annalina. “Hey, Captain. How are you? Massage go all right? I was thinking of scheduling one.”
She didn’t glance away from her magazine. “You should. They’re wonderful, and Missy is a pro—who books out six month in advance.”
He leaned closer, loving her tough-nut exterior. “Well, damn. Maybe you could give me the lay version. You look like a woman who knows what to do with hot oil, candles, and sheets.”
“If you mean I look like I know how to cover a man in oil, set him on fire, and use a sheet to dispose of the body—you’re right.” She set down her magazine, but he didn’t miss the smirk on her face. “How’d it go in there?”
“How it always goes. I told them who I wanted to work with; they told me they’d put me with whoever the hell they want, and then I left. I’m heading to ship.”
“You got assigned a ship?” She sat straighter. “So you’re going to captain a ship.”
“Makes sense, doesn’t it? I’ve done these long stretches before, and everyone else in here,” he motioned to the rest of the room, not caring who listened, “has limited experience. I’ve been there before, too. So that helped. I’m guessing Aaron and maybe you will get a plane.”
“Really?” Her eyes lit up then cooled to disinterest. She was a smart one. If she didn’t get her own plane this time, she would after this adventure.
“Yep. Amy is too young, and Anderson is too much of a dick.”
“Hey,” Anderson protested. “That’s uncalled for.”
Shields winked at Annalina and stood up. “Whatever. I’m outa here. I’ll be on Ship Three. Good luck.”
Find out more about Starlight Cowboy and Stephanie Beck.
Title: Full Disclosure (Nice Guys #2)
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: September 16, 2014
Deputy United States Marshal Mitch Knox apprehends fugitives for a living. His calm, cool, collected attitude and devastatingly handsome good looks earn him a well-deserved bad boy reputation, both in the field and out. While away on an assignment, he blows off some steam at a notorious Dallas nightclub. Solving the case that has plagued him for months takes a sudden backseat to finding out all there is to know about the gorgeous, shy blond sitting alone at the bar.
Texas State Trooper Cody Turner is moving up the ranks, well on his way to his dream of being a Texas Ranger. While on a two-week mandatory vacation, he plans to relax and help out on his family’s farm. Mitch is the last distraction Cody needs, but the tatted up temptation that walks into the bar and steals his baseball cap is too hard to ignore.
As Mitch’s case gains nationwide attention, how will he convince the sexy state trooper that giving him a chance won’t jeopardize his life’s plan...especially when the evil he’s tracking brings the hate directly to his doorstep, threatening more than just their careers.
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Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle.
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.
Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at email@example.com
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I’ve been tagged by the lovely Kenzie Mack to join a group of talented writers in the Meet the Character Blog Hop. I am pleased to introduce you to Hunter, one of the heroes from Hunter's Mark releasing on October 10, 2014.
But first, allow me to introduce Kenzie Mack's story, Moon Shadows (March 2014)
Fresh from a break-up, John’s routine jog becomes a run in with fear when he is surrounded by a pack of larger than life wolves. There’s no time to wonder how these creatures arrived in non-wolf country, CA. They want a snack and he’s clean out of Scooby treats.
When the alpha arrives, John is given a choice. Surrender to his previously hidden animal instincts or leave and never look back. Something in the fierce creature’s eyes holds him enthralled and his decision is made. By night’s end, his life is changed—forever.
This book is an adult tale which offers a reader’s choice for you to pick the pack’s alpha. Make it a She-Wolf or a He-Wolf. Or read both.
Available at Amazon.
Kenzie Mack transplanted from the mid-west to California with her husband and four children. She mistook the drought for part of the sunny Cali climate package. Snow and almost daily rain are not missed.
A lifelong lover of reading and writing, Kenzie chose the indie path into publishing. The road wasn’t easy. There are many aspects needed for the production of a book. The learning pains were many, but the end product warms her heart every time she sees the cover.