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Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
OUT NOW - To Rome with Lust (Mount trilogy #3) by K D Grace (@kd_grace)
Are you in the mood for a steamy tale for the weekend?
Even though it's the third book in the series, it can be read stand alone. But I guarentee you'll be hooked and pick up the other two. You'll thank me later.
Blurb:
The adventure that Rita Holly began in The Mount in
London and Nick Chase took up in Vegas continues when a sizzling encounter on a
flight to Rome has journalist, Liza Calendar, and perfumer, Paulo ‘The Nose’
Delacour, in sexy olfactory heaven. The heir apparent of Martelli Fragrance,
Paulo wants Liza’s magnificently sensitive nose to help develop Martelli’s
controversial new line. Paulo has a secret weapon; Martelli Fragrance is the
front for the original Mount, an ancient sex cult of which he is a part, and
Paulo plans to use the scent of sex to enhance Martelli’s Innuendo line. As
Liza and Paulo sniff out the scent of seduction, they become their own best lab
rats. But when someone steals the perfume formulas and lays the blame at Liza’s
feet, she and Paulo must sniff out the culprit and prove Liza’s
innocence before more is exposed than just secret
formulas.
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Excerpt:
‘People are looking. We should stop.’ Liza barely got
the words out before he leaned in just a tiny bit further and, in his
enthusiasm, his lips brushed hers. Everything spiked in a sharp stab of scent
that settled right between her legs, as they both gasped and sat back, eyes
wide, fingers pressed to lips. A flight to Paris was called over the intercom
immediately after one to Frankfurt and, in the jostling and shifting and
gathering of belongings, no one was paying any attention to them. Though she
wasn’t sure it would have made any difference even if they’d suddenly been
center stage. Their gaze locked on each other, cheeks flushed, chests heaving,
they sat locked in a moment so tight, so full that its breaking apart was
inevitable. It was ridiculous. She was seconds away from coming, and his cock
was about to burst his trousers and his lips, my god his lips, she could think
of so many places on her body she wanted those lips.
‘I have to know,’ he gasped. ‘Surely you want to know
too.’ Then he did the unthinkable. He curled his fingers into the back of her
hair and pulled her to him. This time their lips met with a clash of teeth and
a gasping swallow of oxygen that transitioned into parted lips and darting
tongues and an absolute explosion of scent. If he had smelled amazing by
himself, if his scent had sharpened hers to the cutting edge of orgasm, then
the mixing and blending that happened when they touched, when those two scents
came together was shattering.
‘I’ve never smelled anything like it,’ she breathed
into his mouth.
‘Me neither,’ He bit her lower lip and tugged and
their blended smell became darker, more spicy, tones of earth and sea, pepper
and honey and my god the guy could kiss!
She came first with a guttural grunt that began deep in
her center and washed over her like a riptide. She tried desperately to hide
it, but he knew it. He felt it, she even thought he smelled it, and he
tightened his fist in her hair, breathing her into his open mouth. Both his
hands then slid to her shoulders in a grip that was almost painful as he pulled
back, his gaze locked on hers, and his whole body convulsed, and again, and
again, his deep mocha gaze holding her tight as pupils dilated and eyelids
shuddered.
For a moment they sat stunned, staring at each other,
struggling to catch their breath. He looked shell-shocked, and she must have
looked at least as bad. ‘I’m sorry,’ they both said at the same time as they
mirrored each other in a nervous laugh.
Then the intercom called the flight to Rome. ‘That’s
my flight,’ she gasped, suddenly awash in a wave of embarrassment. She grabbed
her bag and her laptop and fled, feeling certain everyone was watching, feeling
certain everyone knew exactly what they had done. She left quickly, babbling on
about duty free and gifts, sounding like a total idiot. It didn’t matter
though, at the end of the day, she’d never see the man again. And she’d never
smell him again. That saddened her.
Author Bio:
Voted ETO Best Erotic
Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud
was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And
nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.
Find KD Here:
Websites:
http://kdgrace.co.uk/ http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/
http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk
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Monday, January 19, 2015
NEW RELEASE - The Trouble With Bree by Kristen Strassel
Kristen Strassel is one of my fav NA authors. Toss contemporary romance with some paranormal and add a dash of rock-n-roll is her usual recipe for an amazing book. This year she is releasing two new stories. The first is a novella about a young mother who is lucky to find the right guy releases TODAY!
The trouble with Bree is...
Bree Farrell is ready to turn her life around. A
twenty-one-year-old mother of two, she's not sure where to start. She could use
a little help, but her string of horrible ex-boyfriends keep setting her back.
First step: she's swearing off men forever. Or at least until she gets back on
her feet.
Josh Maxwell got a second chance at life, and now he wants to help kids who are in the same situation he was in. His new job as the coordinator at a preschool for underprivileged kids is the perfect place to do that.
On paper, the school policy for staff not to get involved with the families of the students makes perfect sense. But when Bree meets the new coordinator of her son's school, she and Josh learn that some rules are made to be broken, no matter what the consequences.
EXCERPT
Josh
accepted the paperwork but put it aside without looking at it. He smiled so
easily, I didn’t think much of it when it was meant for Landon, but now it was
all for me, and it was dangerous. My heart stuttered a couple times, confused
by all the messages in my brain that were telling me it’s never gonna happen.
“Our
goal at Head Start is to get kids ready to learn. We evaluate each student to
make sure they’re in the best group and get them prepared to start school.
We’ll have kids from a lot of different backgrounds, and they’ll all have
different strengths, but the cool thing is they’ll usually work together and
make each other better.”
“I
like that approach. Do you teach at all?” He’d be great at it.
Josh
shook his head. “No. I coordinate the programs and make sure they all go
according to plan.”
“With
a room full of four-year-olds?” I asked. “You must be new at this.”
“I
am.” Josh laughed, running his hand through his hair and leaning forward, his
voice hushed. “Don’t tell Landon this is my first time.”
I
looked back at the boys and bit my lip. “I can’t make any promises.”
“I
guess I’ll have to stay in your good graces.” Josh raised an eyebrow. “Do you
have any other kids?”
“Oh
God, no.” That sounded really bad. I laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that. But
my hands are full with two.”
Everyone
I knew who had two kids agreed with my theory. After the first baby, there was
this euphoria. I made a human being inside my body. I managed to keep him alive
for almost a year at that point. It was an invincible feeling. If I could do
that, I could do anything, right? Including have another baby. But the level of
difficulty when I added another child to the mix multiplied exponentially. And
the finesse I needed to handle it didn’t come right away.
Josh
nodded. “I get it.”
“Do
you have any kids?” He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring, but then of course,
neither was I.
He
shook his head. “Just the sixty that will be here.”
“You
look fantastic for having so many kids.” I giggled. Crap. I went from zero to
flirt without even thinking about it.
“So
do you.” My eyes widened, and he backpedaled. “I mean, for having two.”
“Thanks.”
My cheeks flushed, and I looked back at the boys.
“Do
you have any questions, Ms. Farrell?” Thankfully Josh was wrapping this up
before we got ourselves in trouble.
“You
can call me Bree.” I don’t think anyone had called me Ms. Farrell before. I
thought about his question before I answered. I didn’t want to miss anything
important and put Landon behind because I thought the school coordinator was
hot. I had no idea how old he was. He didn’t seem that much older than me, yet
his shit was so much more together than mine.
I
wanted to know what made him tick.
“I do have a question, but it’s not about
Landon. I’m starting school this semester, too, and I was wondering, how did
you decide you wanted to do this?”
“That’s
a great question, Bree.” Josh’s eyes lit up. “Maybe I could tell you about it
over dinner?”
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