Wednesday, January 28, 2015

He Love Me, He Love Me Not - Sarah Cass

Happy release Day Christina Cole

After three months away at school, Emily Sue Phillips returns to Sunset eager to resume her relationship with Benjamin Brooks. The two have been sweet on each other since childhood.
But Ben isn’t there to greet her. He claims he’s “too busy” to spend time with her. When she calls on him at the horse farm where he now works, and she meets dark-haired Della White, Emily quickly figures out what’s keeping him busy.
Ben doesn’t like lying to Emily, but it’s for her own good. Trouble is lurking around him and the Henderson Horse Farm. The only way to ensure Emily’s safety is to keep her far away.
A ruthless murderer who’s been set free, an outlaw’s illegitimate daughter, and buried gold said to be worth thousands… can Ben protect Emily when her search for truth puts her in the middle of it all? Or will her snooping spell disaster for them both? 

Secret Cravings Publishing

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Lucas - Susan Fisher-Davis

Happy Release Day Susan FIsher-Davis

Emily Walters needs help fast. Her ex-husband is being released from prison and Adam swore he’d never let her go. She knows he’ll come for her. Her only choice is one of the bad boys of Dry River, Lucas Taggart. Lucas raised a lot of hell when he was younger and never backed down from anyone. It's what Emily needs in a protector and a husband. She offers him half of her ranch in exchange for protection and marriage. Whispering Pines is one of the largest horse ranches in the States. Would it be enough to entice the brooding man?

Lucas Taggart isn't interested in marriage but he is interested in Whispering Pines and when he looks into Emily’s eyes, he knows it wouldn't be a hardship being married to her, as long as it's a real marriage.

When Adam shows up to claim the woman he still thinks of as his wife, will Lucas have to do the unthinkable to protect the woman he's come to love with all his heart? What happens if or when Adam is finally out of the picture? Will Emily still want Lucas around and will she ever return his love?

Secret Cravings Publishing

Monday, January 26, 2015

Bad Wolf - Shannon West

 Happy Release Day, Shannon West!

When Connor goes out for the evening, he thinks it’s just going to be another boring Saturday night. And then the fireworks start. An out of control pickup runs a red light, striking Connor’s car and causing a three car pile-up. When Connor rushes to rescue an unconscious driver, he’s surprised to find his blood match and even more shocked when his friend Rayce recognizes the man as the worst enemy of the Dark Hollows wolf pack—the infamous Jeremy Tate. EMTs rush them to the hospital where Connor effects a daring escape with his unconscious mate. After spending time with him in a hotel, Connor’s ready to bring his mate home, but the pack is horrified. Nicky and Marco want to kill Jeremy, Cade and Jax are concerned about Connor and everyone’s in shock. Can Connor pull this off or will the impossible situation blow up in his face?

 Secret Cravings Publishing

Sunday, January 25, 2015

On the Road with SCP- A Change of Scenery- Debra Parmley

A Change of Scenery Media kit:

Belly dancer Cyree Heat is headed from Memphis to the Caribbean for a vacation after a horrible divorce. A Change of Scenery is just what she needs to forget her troubles. At the Atlanta shuttle station she is handed a letter, which says she cannot board the Zuilund Super Shuttle until she receives an injection of Sendot, a new drug that prevents a new deadly gastrointestinal illness. She stops in a shuttle lounge for a drink on her way to check in and gets locked inside the wrecked deserted room with no one to hear her calling and no cell phone service.
Navy SEAL Warren West finds Cyree sleeping in the lounge and rescues her. Soon they are on the run from the agency because she missed her injection and shuttle and is now on the list. Is a change of scenery what she needs or is it Warren?
Excerpt one:
Atlanta, Georgia 2035
A change of scenery, that's what I need. I want nothing more than to lounge on the beach in the Caribbean and to leave the past behind.
Cyree Heat paused off to the side of the Zuilund shuttle terminal, digging her ticket out of the back hip pocket of her jeans and took a deep breath. Atlanta’s Zuilund shuttle station bustled as if swarmed by an army of ants, each person clutching a bag while rushing toward their destination. A strange feeling surrounded Cyree, like everyone knew a secret, but kept it from her.  She frowned.
The feeling that others knew things she didn’t, that they kept secrets from her, had haunted her ever since the divorce.
Joseph C. Heat, the man she now thought of as Joe Cheat or Cheater Joe, was the cause. Funny how she’d never put his name together like that in all the time they’d dated, been engaged, or married. She’d not known the real Joe until it was almost over. The ultimate smooth salesman, for the first two years he could talk her into almost anything.
They’d met after one of her belly dance performances in Memphis. He’d been charming and attentive, telling her with a wink from the first night that he could lend her his name, Cyree Heat was the perfect name for a belly dancer, he said.  Once upon a time she’d agreed with him, thinking it was way better than Cyree Small. Now, she couldn’t wait to change her name back.
Not only had he cheated on her, he’d even slept with the attorney representing her in the divorce. That one had nearly knocked her flat. How low would the man sink?
He’d tried to cheat her out of the home she’d bought with her inheritance and the little bit of money left over. It all came rushing back as she stood in the Atlanta shuttle station, fighting feelings brought on by her memories as people rushed by.
It’s no wonder I have trust issues, but these feelings need to stop. None of these people know me. What kind of secret could they withhold? They’re just hurrying to catch their flights, not keeping secrets. This is ridiculous. Stop it. Remember who you were before Joe met you. Get a grip.
She took another deep breath, willed the crazy thoughts and uncomfortable feelings away and put her mind back on her beach vacation. She approached the Zuiland counter and showed her identification card and her ticket. “I was told to check in here before our boarding call.”
The woman behind the counter took the ticket Cyree handed her.
“Yes ma’am. We have you on the twelve forty-five flight to Grand Cayman.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Good, now if you will just read this letter,” the woman placed a paper on top of the counter, “and then sign here that you have read and understood.”
Excerpt two:
Cyree hefted her shoulder bag, collected her carryon and headed to get something to quench her thirst before hurrying to the check in point. Her mouth was so dry now, probably from nerves.
Seeing a sign that said Lounge, she entered.
The heavy door slammed behind her.
Bang. Click. Darkness enfolded her. Sudden panic rose in her throat. She spun and grasped the door handle, tugging hard. It didn’t budge.
She was locked inside the dark lounge, an empty lounge.
Where is everyone? Why isn’t this lounge open?
Balling up her fist she pounded on the door. “Hello? Hello? Help! Let me out!”
After several minutes of pounding and yelling it was clear no one would.
She heard only silence. No annoying loudspeaker, no beeping cart, no hurrying people, no chattering voices. Nothing, but dead silence. If she couldn’t hear them, how could they hear her?
Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she took in the room. The upholstered seats of club chairs were shredded; foam stuffing, overturned tables and broken glass covered the floor. Some white substance covered the surfaces and an odor she couldn’t place assaulted her nose.
Had they sprayed something? Maybe that was the smell.
No wonder they kept the door locked. Something odd must have happened here. But what?
They'd closed the lounge to repair it, but the door hadn’t been locked.
Had someone locked the door behind her? Or was the door set to lock itself? Who would know she was locked in?
I'll miss my flight. So much for a restful getaway vacation in the Caribbean. So much for lounging on the beach. This is not the change of scenery I was looking for.
She pulled out her cell phone to call one of her friends. If she could reach one of them and get them to call the Atlanta shuttle station surely they'd send an employee to get her out.
No service.
She stared at the only light in the room, coming from her phone and wanted to scream.
Plunking down on the floor against the wall where there was no white stuff covering the surface, she leaned back and closed her eyes.
Could it get any worse? No. Don't even go there. You know better than to go there. Because you ought to know by now it always can. So, don’t think that. That was the old way of thinking brought on by Cheater Joe.
I’m trapped in here and feeling helpless. I hate that feeling.
A tear ran down her cheek, but she was too tired to wipe it away. Tired, she was just plain tired and damn it, she needed this vacation. She wanted to be relaxing on the beach, not here on this nasty floor, stuck in between home and her destination, while locked in a room with no one even knowing she was missing.
Navy Seal Warren West cracked open the door, his eyes scanning the supposedly deserted lounge before slipping inside.

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Debra Parmley is an author whose goal is to spread love, one story at a time. Happiest writing in more than one genre, her published works to date are in the genres of western historical romance, 1920’s romance, contemporary romance, futuristic romance and poetry. Debra enjoys writing, reading, coaching her writing students, medieval re-enactment events and world travel. Her work as a travel consultant gave her the opportunity to visit many countries and travel often appears in her work.
Her three favorite things are dark chocolate, visiting the beach and ocean, and hearing from her readers. Each letter, card and email is a treasured gift, like finding that perfect shell upon the beach.
Visit for more about Debra and her work as well as her interviews with cover models in Cover Model Corner. Readers who sign up for her newsletters are eligible for her insider contests not available elsewhere.

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Saturday, January 24, 2015

February 13 - Rusty Fischer

Happy Release Day Rusty Fischer

Nina Miller always has a Valentine.  Except this year.  Before she leaves her ex-husband’s house for good, Nina decides to host one final event—an anti-Valentine’s party for her similarly single besties.  Graphic designer Chad Meager arrives with custom-made movie posters for the February the 13th party and discovers that Nina is all alone, surrounded by gourmet movie treats to complement the posters, but deserted by her fickle friends.  Chad and Nina grow closer over shared tales of Valentine’s Days past and have to wonder...has Fate brought them together?  Or has Nina just beaten Cupid at his own game?

Sweet Cravings Publishing

Friday, January 23, 2015

On the Road with SCP - Veiled Dominance - Evelise Archer

Shane Wise is a Dom and part owner of a popular BDSM club in Rittenhouse Square, Club Rebellion.  A tumultuous past has led him to an almost perfect present, except Shane has a secret. A secret that could destroy his reputation in the world in which he loves to live-BDSM.
Deacon Archer is also a Dom and part owner of Club Rebellion and he is in love with Shane Wise. Together Shane and Deacon must decide if the love they feel can withstand the scrutiny they fear, if their relationship is revealed.
Can two dominants truly forge a relationship? Will secret desires open up a new world and allow Shane to be the man he was intended to be or will veiled dominance get in the way?

Excerpt (Adult)
Shane freed his body and mind of outside influences and absorbed the sensation. He rocked into the hits as Deacon’s strikes became more intense.
Strike after strike created a feeling of euphoria. Lost in the sensation floating over his body, he couldn’t see Deacon flogging him, but he could feel it; the touch too pleasurable to tell Deacon to stop. His back and ass were on fire, a sense of desperation filled him, a slight panic churned. Yet, safe wording never crossed his mind. He needed this.
His sense of sight had been taken away, he had no knowledge of where Deacon would strike next, but he knew wherever it would be, Deacon would make sure he achieved the most satisfaction.
Weightless. Absorbed in the sensations that were given to him. He loved Deacon and loved how the man made him feel. Shane needed to feel, to let all his inhibitions and worries escape him.
Detached, above his own mortal body, Shane began to replay his life, a movie that included fear, abandonment, friendship and love. His life had been a black and white picture show until a select few people had entered it. Deacon being one of those people that changed his world into color.
The flogging stopped, but Shane still had no words. A small smile crossed his lips as Deacon soothed him with ointment; his back, ass, and the back of his upper thighs. Still suspended, his body slumped in relaxation. Shane knew Deacon would take care of his needs, he always did.
Sprawled on the queen sized bed in the playroom, Shane had no recollection of Deacon carrying him, his body a puddle of goo. Although Deacon was more slender and a tad bit shorter than Shane’s six foot three inch frame, he was one strong son of a bitch. Shane relished the ache on his back and ass, but what he really looked forward to–the touch of a slippery finger probing his nether hole. Oh hell yeah, I’m about to get fucked.
Shane laid on his right side with Deacon behind him as the man opened and stretched him. Fingers caressed his inner passage, massaging him. His body ached so good, the thrust of fingers sent shivers down his spine.
“Please, Deacon, more.”
“Patience, babe, I’ll give you what you need,” Deacon spoke softly against Shane’s neck, while gently stroking his prostate. “Nice and loose.”
Shane pulled his left leg toward his chest and opened himself up to the ministrations of Deacon’s fingers, pushing his ass backwards.
Deacon pulled his fingers out and Shane sighed at the emptiness, but not for long. The blunt head of Deacon’s cock probed his hole and then, pop. Deacon slid in, one smooth glide filling Shane’s channel. Shane loved the sensation of Deacon pulsing in his ass, a heartbeat in time with his own.
Shane didn’t know how long they stayed in this position, but it felt like an eternity until Deacon began to move. Slowly, Deacon slid in and out, his cockhead brought to Shane’s entrance and then, with more force, back in. Shane was alive; every nerve erupted with energy as Deacon worked him over. His prostrate was stimulated, pegged on every slide in. How could he ever feel ashamed of this desire? Especially with the man who was the most important person in his life?
“You need to let go, babe,” Deacon whispered. “I need you to just relax. Feel me in you, to the core, sliding in and out. Making you feel so good that nothing else matters. Nothing.”
Shane moaned as he listened to Deacon’s word of encouragement. Close but still nothing. His balls churned with seed. His ass clenched as he grasped for purchase, Deacon’s dick far in him. He reached in front of himself to tug and pull, but the cock ring that Deacon had previously placed on him prohibited the desired motion.
“Can’t Deacon, I need. I don’t know, but I need.” Shane sounded incoherent with a desperation that only Deacon could satisfy. He needed Deacon to release his bonds and send him over the edge.
Shane thrust his head back on Deacon’s shoulders as Deacon reached for the leather strap and unbound his dick with one hand sliding up his rod and he tugged on the Prince Albert.
“Come!” Deacon commanded.
Shane’s animalistic cries echoed as he shot forth his seed, spewing on his chest and Deacon’s hand as the man pumped every drop out of him. Deacon thrust once, twice, three more times and spilled into his depths, reaching the very breadth of his soul. Deacon claimed him from the inside out, marking Shane once again as his, making him come alive. His friend, his lover, his life. Shane relaxed, content as his body came down from the euphoric high and the trembles subsided.
This fighting had to stop. The inner turmoil damaged him physically and emotionally. His nature to be both Dom and sub, even if it was far from common, had to be reconciled. Suck it the fuck up. He could not keep fighting this shame and insecurity. Shane would discuss this with Deacon. Later. After sleep.

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Author Bio
An avid reader and story teller, wife, mother and educator, Evelise is living her dream with her loving husband, two dogs , and three children who visit often. Fueled by desire for a strong cup of coffee and a passion for literature, Evelise can be found reading her favorite books on her e-reader or in front of her lap top spinning her next tale.

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