Saturday, 18 July 2015

And the winners are...


Hey Everyone!

A couple of giveaways have ended and that means I've got some winners to announce! So congrats to 

the lucky winner of an ebook copy (in epub or mobi format) of the Demons, Imps and Incubi anthology is

Anna


the lucky winner of an ebook copy of Dark Surrender by Erica Ridley is

Bewitching Brews


the lucky winner of an ebook copy of Keeping Mr. Right Now by Robin Bielman is

Ada


Congratulations winners! I have sent you all a notification e-mail, please get back to me within 48 hours or I will have to draw new winners. Thank you!

Don't forget to enter all the ongoing giveaways you can find a direct link to each one of them at the top of the blog.

Have a fantastic weekend!
 

Thursday, 16 July 2015

Q&A with Roni Loren + Giveaway

There's just something about musicians and bad boys that women can't resist. And yet, when I started reading Call on Me by Roni Loren I knew on so many levels that its hero Pike was so not my type: a hard partying, tattooed up womenizer drummer, and yet the more I read, the more I got to see that there is so much more to him, and that there is a caring and thoughtful guy behind the façade. And THAT was incredibly sexy. So sexy that I couldn't resist him. And nor could Oakley, Call on Me's heroine. I dare you to read Call on Me and try to resist him, but until then read on to learn more about their story and enter the giveaway at the end! ;-)

Q: Who was your inspiration for the badboy sexy rockstar Pike?

Jared Leto
A: I used the band 30 Seconds to Mars for a lot of the inspiration. Physically, I picture Pike a lot like Jared Leto when Jared was blonde. Of course, Jared looks good with any color hair, including the pink Mohawk. But for Pike’s drumming style, I definitely used Shannon Leto for inspiration. The way this man drums…it’s damn sexy. He’s just so angry at those drums. Enjoy a little 30 Seconds to Mars and see for yourself. “Technically” I’m in this music video since I was in the crowd of one of those concerts they show in the montage. So you know, that means me and the band are like this ~crosses fingers~ ;-) But beyond looking at how lovely they are, listen to Shannon’s drumming on this song. OMG. (Can you tell I’m a fan?


Q: Can you share with us one scene that didn't make it to the final version of the book and why was it cut?

A: I actually didn’t cut a whole lot in this book. This was the rare, magical book that flowed easily and just seemed to pour out of me. But here’s a small start of a scene I cut. The Ranch is the BDSM resort in my series. But I decided that would be too predicable for them to go and have a scene there. So I changed it to where they never quite make it there because the smexy stuff happens on the way instead. : )

Pike sensed the shift in Oakley as soon as they got out of the car and she linked her hand with his. He’d expected her to be full of nerves at this point. The Ranch could intimidate the hell out of the bravest newbie. But Oakley had her chin tilted up and a determined look in her eye. It was a look he’d seen backstage at concerts many times both in the mirror and on the faces of other performers. It was the expression that came after pre-show jitters were defeated—the game face, the I’m-going-to-rock-this face.

Something about it turned him the f**k on. He pressed his hand to her lower back, guiding her toward the door.

Q: Can you tell us any funny or interesting thing that you discovered or happened while you were writing Call on Me?

A: I think the best thing that happened when I was writing CALL ON ME was discovering more characters I wanted to write about. The heroine’s brother, Devon, is a side character. But when he showed up on the page with his husband, Hunter. I was all—hey, I wonder what their story is? So I planned to write a short story for them. Well, turns out, I had a whole lot more to say than that. My “short story” turned into a novella (YOURS ALL ALONG) and a prequel of sorts for CALL ON ME. (That’s when I emailed my editor—Um, hey, so that 10k word short story I was going to send you? Yeah, well it * might * be 40k words now. So, um…oops?) Luckily, my editor was on board with releasing it as its own novella. And I’m so happy I got to write their story!

Call on Me by Roni Loren

Book #8 in the Loving on the Edge series

Oakley Easton wants two things: to be a good mom to her daughter and to ditch her less than ideal night job. Hooking up with bad boy drummer Pike Ryland? Not on the agenda. She needs a promotion. Not sex, tattoos and rock ’n’ roll.

Pike isn’t about to let Ms. Prim and Proper shut him down so easily, especially when he stumbles upon Oakley’s sexy night job. She’s only playing a role on those late night calls with strangers, but when he gets her on the line, all bets are off. He won’t stop until that sultry voice is calling his name for real.

But as they move from anonymous fantasies in the dark to the flesh-on-hot-flesh reality of the bedroom, the risk of falling in love becomes all too high. And the safe, quiet world that Oakley’s worked so hard to create is about to be exposed to the one person who could ruin it all.

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Excerpt

“So,” Devon said, obviously searching for a change in topic, “you know a guy in the next band?”

“The drummer. He’s the one helping out with that music project at Bluebonnet. He gave us tickets, thought Reagan might have fun.”

Dev’s eyebrow arched. “Right. Because he thought your kid might have fun.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Uh-huh.”

Guitar chords blasted through the speaker for a moment as the crew on stage did the sound check. Oakley turned her head as the big screens on the side of the stage lit up with a publicity photo for Darkfall—the wind making the screens ripple and the bodies in the picture come to life. The crowd cheered.

“Look, mom!” Reagan shouted back at her. “It’s Mr. Pike!”

“I see, baby.” Boy, did she. The larger than life image had Pike staring down the camera with his bandmates. Badass. Tough. Beautiful.

“Which one is he?” Devon asked, following her gaze.

“The blond.”

“Whoa,” he said low enough for the kids not to hear. “You had that guy over for pizza and managed keep your clothes on? You have more restraint than I do.”

He had no idea. “I have no interest in being a groupie.”

“Can I be one?”

She shoved his shoulder. “You’re such a tramp. I’m so telling Hunter when he gets back in town.”

“Tell him. He’d agree. But seriously, is the guy a jerk? He looks like he has high potential to be an egomaniac. I don’t want that kind of guy around my baby sister and niece.”

She frowned and dragged her eyes away from the picture. “Oh, he’s got an ego, all right. He’s entirely inappropriate most of the time and a shameless flirt. But I wouldn’t say he’s a jerk. He’s kind of, I don’t know, weird and manic and…funny.”

Devon tipped up the bill of his hat, eyeing her with a sly smile. “Oh, so we have a mad crush then?”

“What? No.”

“Oak, you’re here in the Texas heat at a hard rock festival. You don’t even know these bands. And a few weeks ago, when I asked if you wanted to take Reagan to see that 80s cover band, you told me she was too young for concerts.”
Oakley crossed her arms. “Rae has since proven her maturity.”

He smirked. “Bull. Shit. You’ve got the hots for this guy.”

“He’s not my type.”

Dev shook his head and draped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close so the kids couldn’t hear. “Come on, don’t freak out about it. You work too hard and spend too much time alone. This could be good for you.”

“An ill-advised hookup with a drummer who will drop me as soon as he gets bored could be good for me?”

“Exactly. Look, I know I’m your brother and shouldn’t be saying this, but there’s nothing wrong with a finding yourself a hot, temporary fuck buddy.”

“Dev!”

He laughed. “Oh, don’t be such a prude. I mean, yes, you’re right. The guy’s probably not boyfriend material. But you’re a grown woman and deserve some fun. You know we’re always happy to have Rae over if you need a date night.”

“I think you just flunked big brother school.”

He gave her shoulder a pat. “Okay, fine, want responsible brotherly advice? Use a condom. And don’t let him take video.”

She poked him in the ribs. But before she could respond to his comment, the lights on stage began to flash and the crowd surged forward, excitement like a contagion moving through them.

“Come on, mom! Let’s get closer.” Reagan grabbed her hand and dragged her with the flow of the crowd.

They’d already been pretty close to the stage, thanks to the special passes Pike had sent, but now they were only a ten or twelve rows of people back on the far left side of the stage. Bodies pressed close to them and she couldn’t help but get caught up in the fervor of the crowd.

She pushed onto her toes, knowing the drummer was almost always the first one to come out.

“Is that him?” Dev asked.

“Where?”

Devon pointed to the other end of the stage, and Oakley froze up the moment her eyes landed on Pike. Tight gray jeans, combat boots, and a black sleeveless T-shirt that showed off his ink. All swagger and sex and guyliner. Pike waltzed onto the stage like it’d been built just for him. He lifted his hand in greeting, earning screams from the audience, then hopped behind his drum kit. He put in his earpiece, raised his drumstick, and leaned over to his mic with a cocky smile. “Y’all ready for us, Dallas?”

The crowd erupted. Sound exploded from his drums.

And Oakley forgot to breathe.

Good. God.

The rest of the band ran onto the stage, adding guitars and vocals to Pike’s heavy rhythm, but Oakley barely heard the words.

All she could do was stare. Pike took command of the drums like he had a personal vendetta against them, banging hard and violent but with a sharp-edged grace that made it look like moving art. Every part of his body worked in perfect rhythm—muscles flexing, tattoos dancing, sweat flying—and the expression on his face wasn’t far from what she’d imagined he looked like in the throes of sex. He was taking the songs in his fists and making them his with every swing of his drumsticks.

Oakley swayed on her feet, the pounding beat taking on an erotic edge, vibrating though her and invading her like a drug.

He looked possessed.

He sounded amazing.

And she was toast.

She felt the urge ride up her throat and she couldn’t stop it. Her hands went up with the rest of the crowd and she screamed Pike’s name like a goddamned groupie.

Fucking. Toast.

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Roni wrote her first romance novel at age fifteen when she discovered writing about boys was way easier than actually talking to them. Since then, her flirting skills haven’t improved, but she likes to think her storytelling ability has. Though she’ll forever be a New Orleans girl at heart, she now lives in Dallas with her husband and son.

If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock concerts. Yeah, that's it. She is the National Bestselling Author of The Loving on the Edge series from Berkley Heat.

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Friday, 3 July 2015

Excerpt: True North by Kate Austin

Hot summer days are here, so why not take an equally hot romance and spend an afternoon (or the weekend) reading it in the shade/by the pool/on your couch? Here's a contender for your summer beach selection:

True North by Kate Austin

Book#1 in the SEALs in Love series

Navy SEAL Jake Erickson is dead tired after two years without a break, so he's taking his 1967 Mustang convertible and heading north. Shelle, who has only a few months left before she can sell her dead twin's B&B and go back to her real life, has spent the past few years avoiding men, but when Jake's sexy voice asks if she has a room, she can't say no. They've got thirty days together, and it won't be long before they agree that ending up together is way more than luck, it's fate.


Excerpt:

She hesitated for a minute, then braced her shoulders and held out her hand to him. "I'm Shelle," she said. "And you're…"

"Jake Erickson. We spoke on the phone?"

His voice, as he said only those few words, tickled every part of her, from her toes up to the top of her head, and everything in between. She folded her arms over her breasts, partly to hide her nipples that had perked up the minute she'd seen him, and partly, though she hated to admit it, to increase their tingling with her touch.

Her pussy ached.

Even though she wanted, desperately, to prolong the sensation, she forced herself not to wiggle against the fabric of her panties. God, he was fucking gorgeous. And the way he looked at her?

Every part of her body sang hallelujah.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up at her as if he wanted to eat her up, his body built like—

A god, she thought finally, after a few moments of silent contemplation. Thor, or Adonis, or maybe Javier Bardem.

He had to be almost a foot taller than her five foot six inches and every inch of him—from his comfortably worn biker boots, to his faded jeans that were rubbed almost white around his cock, to the black T-shirt hugging his huge shoulders—was exactly what she'd dreamed about having.

On a moonlit beach.

In the shower.

On the tiny porch outside her turret bedroom.

In her king-size bed that was far too big for just her.

Anywhere he wanted.

Shelle attempted to shake the erotic images from her head, and her ploy worked until he came up the stairs and halted a single step below her with his pale blue eyes—so pale they appeared translucent in the moonlight—level with hers, his lips just a tiny lean away.

He smelled like the ocean and laundry just off the line. His nostrils flared, and she couldn't help but wonder what she smelled like to him.

She didn't have to wonder long.

"You smell like summer and good California pinot," he said, "but most of all—" He leaned in a little closer and took a deep breath. "Mostly you smell like sex. Hot, steamy, over-the-top-crazy sex."

"So do you," she muttered, stepping back a little as he smiled at her, obviously enjoying her skittishness. "You might as well come on in," she said as she continued backing away.

He prowled toward her like a Bengal tiger after its prey, each step silent, his heavy boots quiet even as he passed the squeaky floorboard that woke her every morning except Sunday, the only day the paper boy didn't step on it at the ungodly hour of five a.m.


Kate Austin writes women's fiction, romance, magic realism, paranormal, and erotica, sometimes short fiction, sometimes poetry, and sometimes novels. She blames her mother and her two grandmothers for her reading and writing obsession. All of them were avid readers, and they passed their books and their obsession on to her.

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Monday, 29 June 2015

Q&A with authors of the Demons, Imps, Incubi anthology + GIVEAWAY!

For the release of the Demons, Imps and Incubi anthology I am sharing with you today a short Q&A with three authors of the anthology: Cori Vidae, Erzabet Bishop and Nicole Blackwood, who tell us a bit more about their approach to the paranormal, demons & co. So read on and don't forget to enter the giveaway at the end to win a copy of the Demons, Imps and Incubi anthology! :-)

Demons, Imps, Incubi - an anthology by Cori Vidae, Alexa Piper, Erzabet Bishop, Mark Greenmill, Nicole Blackwood, J. C. G. Goelz, Jeffery Armadillo and M. Arbroath

Demons, Imps, Incubi: dark, powerful, and forbidden. Only the foolish would seek one out for seduction, and yet . . . deals are struck. Souls are ensnared.

But must a demon's agenda always be demonic? Can he be redeemed? Or does being bad feel too good to bother with redemption? Long ago, imps were more mischievous and playful--naughty, perhaps?—and perceptions of them have only grown more sinister over the centuries. The incubus craves sex, but what makes us crave him?

Explore dark and sensual worlds with eight brand new stories of magic and seduction that will set you aflame by Cori Vidae, Alexa Piper, Erzabet Bishop, Mark Greenmill, Nicole Blackwood, J. C. G. Goelz, Jeffery Armadillo, and M. Arbroath.

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Cori Vidae

Q: What place do you think demons play in human story-telling? Why do we continue to tell stories about monsters/creatures with questionable morality?

A: Oh, I don’t know. Could be we use them to explore the darker sides of ourselves, or they provide the perfect medium to test out new moralities, or because to believe in Good, we have to believe in Evil. Or, in romance especially, it could be we all just like a story that comes with a frisson inspired equally by fear and attraction.

Q: What made you decide to set the story during WWI, on a lonely, windswept Canadian prairie? Could this story be told as well if set somewhere else?

A: This may seem odd to say about an erotic romance, but I set the story where I did because my family came from the lonely, windswept Canadian prairie and I wanted to honor that. In fact, when I started writing, I began with the setting, not the demon. So, no, I don’t think the story could be told as well if it were set elsewhere. The time period matters, and so does Mary’s isolation.


Erzabet Bishop

Q: What place do you think demons play in human story-telling? Why do we continue to tell stories about monsters/creatures with questionable morality?

A: Demons represent everything we’re told from day one we aren’t supposed to have or want. Sex, money, physical things of this world. Human nature will never change. People have basic needs and no matter how good you try to be, sooner or later they find their way to the surface. In fiction, you can imagine how just one little exaggeration of lust or greed can take you to the next level and bam--you have a demon on your tail.

I think we write about and read about demons to escape the rigors of the everyday. To feel like we are taking risks and living life to the fullest even when we only do that through the pages of a book. There is just something fun about pushing the envelope and having that fantasy. Sex with an incubus without losing your soul? It would take a goddess, and that is what every woman, in her heart, longs to be.

Q: What drew you to telling a story from the POV of a Greek Goddess?

Oh, wow. They are so much fun! The power they wield can harm or heal. They hold life and death in the palm of their hand. What’s not to love? (And they get to wear all kinds of kick butt clothes and hang out at places like the Elysian Club.) A side benefit is not being drained by an incubus. Not that--whew! Think about it. Pretty awesome.


Nicole Blackwood

Q: What place do you think demons play in human story-telling? Why do we continue to tell stories about monsters/creatures with questionable morality?

A: I think that depends on the demon, and the story. Many demons are connected to religions and cultures, and they have their own sets of rules and meanings. Some are meant as warnings, to try and guide people away from paths that will lead to the destruction of self or others. Some are more abstractly symbolic, and that’s where the plot of the story is really more important in terms of learning. There are many other instances where demons are just creatures, like any other animal or sentient being, that fall outside the realm of earthly reality. They can be good, evil, or a more familiar mix of the two, but with weird powers and awesome bodies. Writing something so alien and connecting it to the human experience is a sort of adventure.

I think we continue to tell stories about monsters or creatures with questionable morality because it’s a way to explore ourselves. I know how that sounds. But really, what better way to analyze our darkness, and find the bits of light underneath or all wrapped up in it, than to tell stories? Stories are safe. We can write about things like torture and slaughter, learn what drives them and results from them, find out what makes villains – and then change our own attitudes and actions to avoid and prevent these things in our lives.

Q: Why did you decide to write from the opposing gender’s POV? In your experience, what are the challenges and rewards of doing so?

A: It’s not something I planned to do. I sat down not knowing anything about the story except that it would take place at a kitschy little diner called Kiki’s Tiki Lounge. I honestly thought it would be told from Kiki’s point of view, because I could envision her so clearly right away. But it was Benji who stepped up and started describing the lounge in the first chapter. And when he described Kiki, it was his view of her that really drew me to him. I kept expecting to switch over to Kiki’s POV soon enough, but Benji intrigued me so much I couldn’t get away from him – and it didn’t take long before I didn’t want to.

This is only the second male protagonist I’ve ever written. I’ve written other male key characters, but none whose heads I’ve gotten into as firmly as Benji’s. The biggest challenge by far was the sex scene. Love is easy enough to write, I think. But I have no real idea what sex feels like for a man – physically or emotionally. I can only hope I did it justice.


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To win an ebook copy (in epub or mobi format) of the Demons, Imps and Incubi anthology simply leave a comment and tell us: what is your favourite supernatural creature to read about?


Giveaway is open worldwide and ends on 10 July 2015!

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Friday, 19 June 2015

Excerpt: The Major's Faux Fiancée by Erica Ridley + GIVEAWAY

Today I would like to bring to your attention a historical romance series I have just recently heard about: The Dukes of War series by Erica Ridley. The good news for any book and historical romance lover is that The Major's Faux Fiancée, Book #4 of the series just got released, so that means you can devour 4 deliciously romantic (and sizzling) stories and Book #5 will come out in September, which thankfully isn't that far away.  So read on to learn more about The Major's Faux Fiancée, and enter the giveaway at the end of the post.

AND Book #1 is currently FREE on Amazon so you can start the series and get hooked! ;-)


Book #4 in the Dukes of War series

When Major Bartholomew Blackpool learns the girl-next-door from his childhood will be forced into an unwanted marriage, he returns home to play her pretend beau. He figures now that he's missing a leg, a faux fiancée is the best an ex-soldier can get. He admires her pluck, but the lady deserves a whole man—and he'll ensure she gets one.

Miss Daphne Vaughan hates that crying off will destroy Major Blackpool's chances of finding a real bride. She plots to make him jilt her first. Who cares if it ruins her? She never wanted a husband anyway. But the major is equally determined that she break the engagement. With both of them on their worst behavior, neither expects their fake betrothal to lead to love...

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Excerpt

Daphne could barely even hear the music over the thundering of her heart at what this moment meant to him. Bartholomew wasn’t just dancing with her. He was risking all the rejection and humiliation he’d had to cloister himself into his town house to avoid.

He was confronting his deepest fears just for the chance to waltz in the garden with her.

She touched the side of his face. “You don’t have to do this if you’re afraid someone might see.”

“I don’t care about anyone’s opinion but yours. If I fall…” His lips curved wryly as he met her eyes. “I think I’ve already fallen.”

Her heart thudded. “Then it’s fortunate we find ourselves in each other’s arms.”

“Indeed.” He lowered his mouth. Slowly. Giving her plenty of time to turn away.

She slid her fingers into his hair and lifted her lips to his. He was what she wanted.

His kisses were gentle. Tender. She didn’t want gentleness. Her heart yearned for him too sharply to be content with mere tenderness.

Her kisses were hungry, demanding. She wanted every taste, every sensation to be seared upon her soul. If she couldn’t keep him in her arms, she would keep moments like these in her memory. Cleave them to her heart.

His feet stilled and, slowly, he broke their kiss. Their private waltz had come to an end.

She couldn’t repress the small sound of disappointment that escaped her throat… until she realized how far they now were from the ballroom. Although still and bare, the gardens’ trees and fountains provided a dark, secluded nook, sheltering them from prying eyes and the winter wind.

They were alone. Scandalously, deliciously, alone.

She didn’t think for a moment that it meant he was finally willing to introduce her to hedonistic pleasure—no matter how many nights she dreamt of just such a liaison—but she was greedy for any part of himself he was willing to share.

He led her to a stone bench and pulled her onto his lap.

Eagerly, she wrapped her arms about his neck, thrilling at the warmth of his embrace. He could have forced her to go back inside. Yet he cradled her in his arms instead. She wished she could be there forever. Her heart beat so rapidly, pressed against his.

He kissed the top of her head, the side of her temple, the shell of her ear. Letting her know he wanted more. Letting her know it was her choice.

Of course she would choose him.

She lifted her parted lips to his. He took her mouth. Her soul. His arms were heaven. She devoured him, her tongue dancing with his. He held her closer. The heat and passion of his kisses proved the intensity of his desire matched that of her own.

Her skin grew hot. Her clothes, restrictive. She wished she could tear his greatcoat from his beautiful shoulders. Feel her mouth on his warm neck, his muscled arms, his bare chest. To taste him on her tongue and know that he was hers.

The fantasy was so intoxicating, it stole her breath. Robbed her ability to think.

His kisses heated her flesh. All she could do was lose herself in the moment. Surrender to his mouth, his touch.

And pray he never let her go.

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Author Bio

Erica Ridley is a USA Today best-selling author of historical romance novels. Her latest series, The Dukes of War, features roguish peers and dashing war heroes who return from battle only to be thrust into the splendor and madness of Regency England.

When not reading or writing romances, Erica can be found riding camels in Africa, zip-lining through rainforests in Costa Rica, or getting hopelessly lost in the middle of Budapest.

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GIVEAWAY RULES:

Erica has generously offered an ebook copy of Dark Surrender by Erica Ridley to a lucky reader!


To be entered, just leave a comment and answer the following question: Which book in the Dukes of War series would you like to read and why?

Here is the list of the series so far:

Book #1: The Viscount's Christmas Temptation - FREE on Amazon!
Book #2: The Earl's Defiant Wallflower
Book #3: The Captain's Blue Stocking Mistress
Book #4: The Major's Faux Fiancée

Giveaway is open worldwide and ends on 26 June 2015!

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Friday, 12 June 2015

Excerpt: Blame it on the Kiss by Robin Bielman + 2 GIVEAWAYS!

Summer is in full swing, and besides ice cream and chilled cocktails it also means it's wedding season! I LOOOVE wedding romances and it's a double win when it's one of my favourite romance author who pens it, so give it up for the lovely Robin Bielman, whose latest novel, Blame it on the Kiss just got released! Read on to get a first taste and don't forget to enter the TWO giveaways at then end! :-)

Blame it on the Kiss by Robin Bielman

Book# 2 in the Kisses in the Sande series

The one guy she shouldn’t want…

Honor Mitchell has lived with guilt and regret for a long time, so when she promises to do the things on her dying best friend’s wish list, she’s determined to follow through and do something right for a change. But when she’s thrown together for wedding duties with the one man who complicates her vow–just by looking at him–she has to put her faith in Bryce Bishop’s pledge to help her, no strings attached.

Bryce’s near one-night stand with his ex-girlfriend’s best friend a few months ago might have been a mistake, but helping the beautiful, free-spirited Honor with her promise isn’t. His trust in women is shot, but he can’t help but play his best man card to his advantage and help Honor tick off the items on his ex’s list, even if it puts him in a no-win situation. Because his assistance might get Honor what she wants, but suddenly being the do-good guy puts his plans–and heart–in serious jeopardy.

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Excerpt:

Bryce stared at her. Most girls would’ve had a fit if the sprinklers had soaked them. Not only had Honor laughed it off, she looked amazing and none the worse for wear as the pink light of the toy ring glowed at her waist.

“Do not tell me you have x-ray vision and can see the color of my undergarments, because then I’d have to use this magic ring to one, make you color blind, and two, make your clothes disintegrate so everyone could see if you’re a boxer or briefs man.”

His grin came quick and easy. “You want to see what I have on underneath my jeans, all you have to do is ask.”

“No thanks.” She stopped in front of him.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“You don’t look positive.”

“How do I look?”

He took a slow inspection down her body and back up. “You really want me to answer that?”

“Boy, you had me fooled there for a minute Captain Underpants, but I see you’re just like every other guy, which is a huge relief, I can’t even tell you.” She brushed by him and headed toward the front door.

“What does that mean?” He fell in step beside her. Something didn’t feel right inside him. He didn’t like being lumped in with all guys.

“Here,” she slipped the ring off her finger and dropped it into their bag. “Be a good partner and turn our stuff in so I can raid Sophie’s closest for something to change in to.”

“Grab me one of Zane’s shirts, would you?”

She paused at the porch to slip off her shoes and slowly rake her eyes down and up his body. Touché. “Really? Zane’s got all sorts of muscle going on and I’m not sure—”

He whipped off his shirt. Honor was messing with him, but he wanted to remind her Zane didn’t have anything on him. He took care of his body, often working out with the guys he represented. He put forth the best image possible for his agency and that included being in good physical shape.

The appreciative look in her eyes told him she liked what she saw. She’d had her hands all over his chest in their hotel room, and if he closed his eyes he knew he’d remember exactly how hot her touch had made him.

“Can I ask you something?” he ventured.

“Okay,” she said to his chest.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” He motioned his hand in the direction of his face.
Her cheeks reddened. “Sorry, yes?”

“Have you had your one night stand?” He fisted his hands. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. But for some reason, he wanted to know. She might not be wired for it, but according to Payton, the two of them were like sisters, and if Honor promised to do the things on Payton’s list, he imagined she would keep that vow.

She gulped and again he could see her mind at work in the way she blinked and her head tilted a fraction to the side. “No.” A crease drew her brows together. “But I might be able to remedy that these next few days. A couple of Zane’s friends seem like they’d be willing to help me out.”

No doubt. “People hook up at weddings all the time, don’t they?”

“That’s what I hear.”

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USA Today Bestselling Author Robin Bielman lives in Southern California with her high school sweetheart husband, two sons, and one crazy-cute dog who loves to chew on everyone’s socks. When not attached to her laptop, she can almost always be found with her nose in a book. She also likes to run, hike, eat cupcakes, and dip her toes in the ocean. Writing is a dream come true, and she still pinches herself to be sure it’s real.

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Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Guest post by Carolyn Crane + Giveaway

I have some favourite authors. Every reader has them. They are the ones whose books you have read and re-read, whose characters and plots have kept you awake long after having finished the books, and those novels, that you wouldn't leave at home if you were to pack for a deserted island stay. Well Carolyn Crane is such an author for me. I read and LOVED her Disillusionists trilogy and now that she has a new series (the 4th book of which just got released recently!) I cannot wait to finally go on vacation and devour the whole series!

So until I can lose myself in her new Associates series, please give her a warm welcome, read her post and check out Behind the Mask, it sounds AMAZING!! :-)

My four favorite things about interacting with readers
by Carolyn Crane

I remember when I was a blogger (I was a blogger before I was published – Stella, we knew each other back then!!) I was gushing about Kresley Cole and she left a comment on my blog and it * BLEW * my mind.

She seemed so huge to me even in 2009, and I kind of didn’t think she would notice somebody like me. Like I could affect her or anything.

Since then, I realize how wrong. Readers are a huge part of my life and process. The reader is always there in so many ways!

Things I learn in reviews

Usually I wait a month or two after a book comes out and then read a ton of reviews all at once. One of the biggest things about reviews for me is when readers latch onto things that they like or that they are intrigued by, it is really useful. I learn from these things and actually use them. I’ve gone on to exploit the crap out of things readers seem to like—certain characters they like, or aspects of a story. Usually those things turn out to be kind of fun because readers have noticed them first.

When readers reach out

When readers tweet or drop me an email or note on FB to say they enjoyed a book of mine, it completely makes my day. I used to think when I did that to an author, I might be bugging her or seeming stalkery, but now on this end, it’s something that keeps me going. I actually have a file of nice emails to look at when something gets me down.

When I get to meet readers

I love meeting readers! It’s still huge that a stranger wants to read my books or meet me. I’m not very clever and actually kind of nervous in person - as an author I have all this time to think of smart and entertaining things for my characters to say. But in real life, I’m all first draft and tongue-tied. Still, it’s super fun. I love giving little things away, too.

Readers as creative partners

I sometimes think about this anecdote about a scholarly book conference where a speaker was talking about a book and the author was in the audience, and he stood up and contradicted some stuff, and the speaker told him it didn’t matter what he said anymore. I always found it to be a strange and stunning story. But now I get it. I see readers as collaborators. You finish the book for me, in a way, by bringing your own unique backgrounds and histories and beliefs to the reading process. No book is the same for any two readers, and I find that totally exciting.


About the author

I am a RITA-winning author of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and other tales of love and adventure (and erotic & dark romance as NYT bestselling author Annika Martin). My books have been published by Random House and Samhain, and I also go the indie route. I work a straight job as a marketing writer, I love to read in bed and run, I’m passionate about helping animals, and I make my home in Minnesota with my husband and two cats.

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Book#4 in the Associates series

TO SAVE HER PROSTITUTE TWIN SISTER SHE HAS TO SWITCH PLACES WITH HER...

When her estranged sister is won in a card game by a brutal drug cartel, Zelda knows what she has to do: take her place. Save her. Focus on infiltrating the shadowy group--and try not to think about why she left the spying game years ago. She’s slept with dangerous criminals before; she can do it again.

Hugo Martinez is one of South America’s most lethal and wanted men, a legendary mercenary living on a windswept mountain. Even at the height of the war he wasn’t in the habit of taking women captive, but the American whore has seen his face. And he and the orphan boy need a cook. He shouldn’t want this woman, but there’s something so unusual about her…

Meanwhile, Zelda finds herself falling for her captor…but is he the killer she’s been hunting all these years?



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