Friday, December 9, 2016
She can’t remember. He will never forget. Rose Slater wakes up in a third world country with no idea how she got there. Then an enigmatic stranger shows up exactly when she needs him most. The spooky telepathic bond they share backs up his claim they were childhood sweethearts. But there’s nothing sweet about the way Jackson watches her, with a bitter mix of yearning and distrust. When he kills two men with shocking ease, Rose learns just how dangerous he is. Jackson Lee used to love this sexy, stubborn woman. Ten years later, she looks right through him. But when violent insurgents accuse her of spying, he’s her only hope. Now they’re 8000 miles from home and the last flight out has just taken off without them. BIO: Noelle Greene lives in Northern California with her husband. She grew up in Memphis, Tennessee and Milwaukee, Wisconsin, earned a degree in advertising at San Jose State University and has lived up and down the West Coast, including the Pacific Northwest and Southern California. Her background includes work in Silicon Valley marketing communications, running an elementary school library and raising two sons. She enjoys putting her own twist on popular romantic themes to create an emotionally satisfying read. Metaphysical, magical and mysterious topics always intrigue and inspire. Website/SOCIAL MEDIA links: https://noellegreene.com https://www.facebook.com/NoelleGreeneauthor https://twitter.com/Noe11eGreene https://www.pinterest.com/noellegreene357
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Wednesday, December 7, 2016
AMAZON BUY LINK: http://amzn.to/2gRRMqJPerfectionistic Branna Lind has found true love with James Newbern, but the winds of Hurricane Katrina push their wedding date into an uncertain future. She can’t wait on Fleur de Lis to be restored to marry James. They need to wed pronto, before she reveals news sure to shock her family. James is determined to protect Branna. Since their engagement, his gun toting ex-fiancée has been dipping into crazy. He’s certain she’ll settle down after the wedding, but when she steals Branna’s heirloom pearls—her something old for the wedding—James takes matters into his own hands. And despite Branna’s ranting, he’s not agreeing to a quickie Vegas wedding. His fiancée will be a Fleur de Lis bride, just as tradition dictates. Or he’ll die trying. The path to “I do” is more challenging than Branna and James ever imagined, but they’re determined to get their happily ever after.
Arriving at the RV, he opened the door and climbed aboard. The passenger seat was empty. Where had Branna gone? “I’m back here,” she called out. “I need your help, please.” He paused at the sweetness in her voice, a tone he hadn’t heard since before they postponed the Labor Day weekend wedding. Her plea ignited his hero instincts. Anything for his woman. Checking the lock on the door, he then made his way to the rear of the motorhome where blackout shades shrouded the room in darkness. His eyes took a moment to adjust. “Hey there, handsome,” Branna cooed. A spotlight over the bed suddenly illuminated her. He sucked in a breath. Stretched out on white satin sheets, Branna leaned against several pillows with one knee raised. The pearls glistened around her neck… She motioned him closer. Ravage popped into his mind. He swallowed hard. He wanted to send her body into frantic need that only he could satisfy. He let go of a ragged breath. All other thoughts faded away. Only she existed in that moment. ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A Christmas Eve baby, now Amazon Best Selling author and 4-time RONE Award Finalist, Linda Joyce writes about assertive females and the men who can’t resist them. She has penned the Fleur de Lis series, Fleur de Lis Brides series, and the Sunflower series. Her other books include Behind the Mask and Christmas Bells. A big fan of jazz and blues, Linda attributes her love of musical to her southern roots, which run deep in Louisiana though she’s lived coast to coast curtesy of her father’s Air Force career. She wrote her first manuscript when she was twelve while living in Japan, the country where her mother was born and raised. In addition to being a book addict, Linda’s a foodie, an RVer, loves to kayak, and binge watch movies. Now she lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and General Beauregard, their four-legged boy. Website: http://www.linda-joyce.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LindaJoyceAuthor Twitter: @LJWriter https://twitter.com/LJWriter Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Linda-Joyce/e/B00BODDROS/ Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/LindaJoyceWorld/boards/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrjZh-TMFbeN1k7BlWAAxeA Newsletter http://eepurl.com/4y5Yj Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/LJWriter
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
BUY LINKS:BLURB: Andrew enjoys the company of women, perhaps too much. The council in heaven has had enough of his sexual promiscuities and they've sentenced him to return to earth to destroy demons. To make matters more difficult, if he has sex with a woman he has to stay an extra year. Without clothes, money, or food, his task seems impossible. Emily is in a world of trouble. She leaves her family, job, and home in Chicago to start a new life. As she’s driving along a country road, she discovers a naked man lying in the middle of it. He’s incredibly built, sculpted to perfection, and blessed with a fine package south of his navel. When he asks for her help, she can’t resist. Over the next several days, Emily’s sanity is tested. Andrew struggles to keep his hands to himself. Emily seeks the truth from Andrew while he endeavors to kill a demon. What she discovers frightens her. Angels, demons, heaven and hell exist. Determined to help Emily change her future, Andrew offers her a deal. But is heaven the best eternal resting place? EXCERPT 1 The silence in the room threatened his sanity. Finding the remote near the TV, he took it and pressed the power button. The flat screen was small, but it had a better picture compared to the boxy television sets. He kicked off his shoes before he scooted back over the mattress. The bed was bouncy and would be perfect for having sex. A shame he couldn’t make use of his resources. After propping the pillows behind him, he flipped through the channels on the TV. He found an episode of Seinfeld playing. He remembered watching the sitcom when it had first aired in 1989. The comedy always made him laugh. Later, a show called Friends came on. The sitcom kept him entertained until his phone vibrated in his pocket. He hurried to pull it out in case it was Emily. When he finally removed the cell, he noticed a message from her on the screen. Made it back to the hotel. How are you doing? Smiling at the wonders of modern technology, he replied, Watching Friends. It’ not bad. He set the phone on his thigh and resumed watching the show. A minute later, a new text from her appeared. Ick. Friends is old. He prepared a quick response. New to me. Her next message arrived promptly. Seriously? Don’t they have TV in heaven? Nope, he replied. He held the cell, waiting for her to respond. OMG! How did you get by without TV?? What do people do without TV?? He typed his reply. There are theatres people perform in. Most people are busy with jobs, going out with friends, having sex, spending time with family, traveling, having fun, having more sex… What’s OMG? He placed the phone on his leg. He shook his foot as the time passed. When his phone didn’t vibrate, he pressed the button to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. The screen showed the normal picture of a field of flowers. Sad she hadn’t replied, he returned his attention to the television. But after a few minutes, he couldn’t tolerate watching the show any longer. He missed talking to Emily, even if it was only by instant messaging. He lifted the phone and sent her a new communication. What are you doing? Boredom started to take hold of him. He left the phone on the bed and began pacing in the room. The urge to call her was like an itch he desperately needed to scratch, but he didn’t want to be a nuisance. He kept glancing at the phone, hoping it would buzz with a response from her. When it finally did, he dove over the bed to claim the cell. Getting clothes ready for tomorrow. Heading into shower soon. OMG is oh my god. I’m stunned there’s no TV in heaven. Her message instantly brightened his mood. He entered his reply. Who needs TV when there are better things to do? What are you going to wear tomorrow? He placed the phone aside and then laid his head sideways on top of his arm. So she was staying busy. That was good to know. At least she hadn’t decided to leave him stranded. He’d thought she might, especially after she tried to give him several wads of cash. He didn’t want her money. It was hers to begin with. Just because he’d won it didn’t make it his. Besides, he’d rather be with her than have any amount of money. The phone buzzed. He jerked his head up to look at the screen. Black dress with a wide belt. Nothing fancy. He imagined her wearing a sexy black outfit that reached above her knees and had a low neckline to reveal her cleavage. Wait a minute. He didn’t want her to wear anything sexy for the demon. If she was going to pretty herself up, it should be for him. No need to dress to impress. Jeans will be fine, he replied. Now, if she dressed up nice for him, Andrew would have to let his fingers explore her body, starting with her thighs. Then again, maybe he should start with her neck and drag his touch down between her breasts. The mere thought gave him a boner. A new message arrived from her. Not taking any chances. This dirtbag needs to go. Don’t lead him on too much, Andrew sent back to her. Define too much. Is kissing too much? Is letting him feel me up too much? FYI, leading him is the game plan. Andrew’s eyes widened. She had to be kidding around. God, he hoped she was. He quickly typed a response. No touching. No kissing. If he tries, walk away. No, run! His pulse sped as he thought about the demon touching her. He’d rip the demon’s heart out. No one was allowed to lay a finger on Emily. A new message arrived. LOL. Chillax angel baby. I’m not into demons. He chuckled as he prepared a reply. Are you into angels? I may know someone. He’s a good guy. Hot. Well hung. I think you’d like him. He turned onto his side and propped his head up with his balled hand. Although he wasn’t sure what LOL stood for, he guessed it wasn’t a bad thing. LMFAO! He stared at the letters, clueless as to what they stood for. What does that mean? Is that code for you want to bop his brains out? After he sent the message, he tried to make up words for each letter. L could stand for let’s. M could be short for make. F could be for fun or funny. A could stand for apples and O for oranges. Let’s make funny apples and oranges. Maybe it was the latest phrase people used. OMG I am LMFAO. Seriously!! EXCERPT 2 Relief flowed through her, having shared the truth. Now if she could only get him to do the same. “Yeah, my story’s not nearly as interesting as yours.” “I disagree. What kind of person gets punished in heaven for having sex with too many women? I don’t think it gives me a good image.” His words were not what she wanted to hear. “So that’s it? They sent you back because of that?” she asked. “Well… In all honesty, this was my third sentence. I guess the council had had enough with me.” “Third sentence?” The story just kept improving. “The first one I spent twenty years in London. The council thought by sending me away from my family and friends that I’d change. The second time they sent me to a men’s academy for five years.” “Is that like some kind of military facility?” “Something like that, but no weapons or fighting, of course. Female secretaries worked in the office and they took a liking to me.” “And you’re not the kind of guy to turn a lady down, I suppose.” “No, I’m not.” “So everything you said at the bar was true?” She still didn’t believe him. His story was too unreal. “Yes. They sent me back to kill six demons. An extra year will be added to my sentence for every woman I have sex with while I’m here.” “That must be hard for you.” He didn’t respond, but he kept staring at her. Frustrated, she shook her head and looked away. Why couldn’t he tell her the truth? That’s all she wanted. “How would anyone even know if you were having sex?” she asked. “Before they sent me back, they injected me with these … fluids. One of them was a way for them to monitor and communicate with me. The other had something in it to knock me out too. I was unconscious within a few minutes of the shot. I’m not sure which contained holy water, but it had to be in one of the two vials.” “Holy water?” “So the demon will be destroyed once I touch it.” “Ah,” she said as she tilted her head back. “So they can monitor what you do?” “Yes.” “Hmm…” “You still don’t believe me. Do you?” he asked. “No, I don’t. It sounds too unbelievable.” “So then it has to be a lie?” he questioned. “Angels don’t exist. God doesn’t exist. If there was one, he wouldn’t let people hurt people.” “Free will is a bitch to deal with,” he said. “Yeah, whatever.” EXCERPT 3 He lifted the visor before he turned to his new lady friend. “Thank you for the ride.” “What’s your name?” she asked. “Andrew.” She glimpsed at him. “Andy what?” “It’s Andrew, not Andy,” he said, a bit testy. “Oh, sorry. What’s your last name?” “Just call me Andrew.” She pressed her lips together and frowned. He sensed her discontent, but he didn’t see a point in sharing his full name. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Emily.” He noticed she avoided gazing at him. Did his nakedness bother her? He wondered if she was bashful. Surely, she didn’t think he had an unappealing body. But he couldn’t be certain. Maybe if he had something to hide his erection she would be more willing to look at him. “You wouldn’t happen to have any extra clothes, would you? Preferably for a man.” He looked behind her seat and spotted a cover and a bag containing bottles of water. “No, but there’s a blanket in the back you can use for now.” He twisted and reached between the seats. His arm brushed against hers and she inched away from him. After he pulled the blanket to the front, he placed it over his lap. The dark road had a lot of hills and curves. He hadn’t seen a single vehicle in either direction. Since they hadn’t passed many houses, he guessed they were far from a city. But where? And what year was it? Did Earth look the same since he’d left it in 1989? He wished the sun were shining so could he see more. She peeked at him from the corner of her eyes. “This is just too weird.” “What?” She took her eyes off the road briefly. “You.” “So you don’t stumble across naked men in the road very often?” She grinned and he thought it went well with her face. He would encourage her to smile more often. “No, you’re the first,” she said. “How did you end up without any clothes in the middle of some country road?” “If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.” The temptation to feed her some story played in his mind. If he told her the truth, she might pull over and force him to get out. He needed help and right now, she was his only chance at getting it. “Try me,” she said. “Could you first tell me what year it is?” Her brows scrunched. “2016.” “Oh.” He nodded. “Good.” He inhaled a relieving breath. Since he’d only been gone twenty-seven years, he suspected he could fit back into society with ease. EXCERPT 4 He moved closer to her. “What is that?” He pointed at the screen. “Skype is an online tool people use to communicate with other people anywhere in the world.” “Like a visual phone call?” “Where have you been? This isn’t new. It’s been around for years.” The screen changed again. Intrigued by her actions, he watched her drag her finger over the flat pad, press a button, and then start typing ‘Harold Dillons’ in the box on the screen. She hit a key and a new screen appeared within seconds. She moved the page down by pressing the arrow on the keyboard. “It’s amazing how quickly you can get information,” he said while he enjoyed breathing in her soft, sea-breeze scent. “Yeah, well, if it’s public knowledge, we can get access to it. I’m not seeing any articles from newspapers about this guy. Right now, he’s just an ordinary person. I want to know where he works, what car he drives, does he have good credit or bad credit, does he have a criminal record…” “Can Troy find that information out?” “Troy has access to resources that we don’t. He can get the information without risking any harm to himself.” She brought up a new window on the screen. “We can get a close up view of his house.” She typed the address on the line. A small picture of a house appeared along with a map. Emily clicked to zoom in closer on the map. A larger, clearer image of the brick home showed up. “That’s his house,” she said. “That is?” He leaned closer, brushing his arm against hers. “Hey, sit back.” She brought the laptop to the edge of the table. Together, they stared at the red brick home. It sat on a hill with the one-car garage on the main level. Above the garage was a porch. Two separate flights of concrete stairs led to the front door in the center of the house. The small yard was steep with mostly bushes. A window stuck out on the other side of the door. The home resembled a small bungalow. Emily clicked on an arrow and the focus changed to the house next door. She clicked on a different arrow and the image jumped in the opposite direction. “The neighborhood looks crowded. See how close the houses are?” she asked. “How can you see his house and the ones next door?” She turned and her mouth was inches away from him. “Have you ever used a computer before?” He tried not to look at her pink lips, but he couldn't resist. He fought the urge to claim them. “No, but I’ve seen plenty.” “It’s easy to use. If you want to look at a map, you type Google Maps in the box. If you want to look up a person’s name, just enter the name in the box. It’s called a search field. Whatever you enter will start a search after you press the return button.” She pointed to the key. “Even if you have a question, you can just enter your question and you’ll get a list of responses. They may not be accurate, though. You have to weed through the links.” She veered her attention back to him. He stared at her eyes. The blue tint captivated him and offered him a sense of tranquility. He lowered his gaze to her mouth. As if she were a magnet, he felt a strong lure toward her. His heart gained beats while blood rushed through him and focused on one particular spot on his body. She inched closer to him and he could feel her warm breath. He wanted her, wanted to mold his mouth to hers and suck on her precious tongue. But he knew he couldn’t stop there. He’d have to have more and he presumed she would too. Against everything that he yearned for, he backed away from her and rose. About the Author: Mary is a romantic at heart and a lifetime lover of the paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction. Indianapolis is her hometown. When she's not working or binge watching television, she enjoys creating fantastical stories with vampires, demons, werewolves, angels, and/or other supernatural creatures. She likes to add mystery and suspense along with romance to her books too. She lives a quiet life and aspires to become a full time writer after she is able to retire. She also hopes to meet that vampire, werewolf, or angel who will sweep me off her feet. Hey, a girl can dream. And she often does. www.mary-abshire.com www.facebook.com/MaryAbshire.Author www.goodreads.com/maryabshire www.twitter.com/maryabshire www.Instagram.com/mary.abshire Newsletter: https://madmimi.com/signups/276391/join
Excerpt #1A sense of familiarity fills the space between us even though I know we haven’t met. This man is a stranger, but he looks at me as if he wants to know me. He looks at me as if he already does. There’s an intensity to his eyes when they sweep over my face, as firm and as telling as a touch. “I need…” A thud against my ribs as I think about all the things I need—a rewind button. One person in the city who doesn’t hate me by name alone. “I need a loan.” He gives me a slow perusal, from the nervous slide of my tongue along my lips to the high neckline of my dress. I tried to dress professionally—a black cowl-necked sweater and pencil skirt. His strange amber gaze unbuttons my coat, pulls away the expensive cotton, tears off the cotton fabric of my bra and panties. He sees right through me, and I shiver as a ripple of awareness runs over my skin. I’ve met a million men in my life. Shaken hands. Smiled. I’ve never felt as seen through as I do right now. Never felt like someone has turned me inside out, every dark secret exposed to the harsh light. He sees my weaknesses, and from the cruel set of his mouth, he likes them. His lids lower. “And what do you have for collateral?” Nothing except my word. That wouldn’t be worth anything if he knew my name. I swallow past the lump in my throat. “I don’t know.” Nothing. He takes a step forward, and suddenly I’m crowded against the brick wall beside the door, his large body blocking out the warm light from inside. He feels like a furnace in front me, the heat of him in sharp contrast to the cold brick at my back. “What’s your name, girl?” The word girl is a slap in the face. I force myself not to flinch, but it’s hard. Everything about him overwhelms me—his size, his low voice. “I’ll tell Mr. Scott my name.” In the shadowed space between us, his smile spreads, white and taunting. The pleasure that lights his strange yellow eyes is almost sensual, as if I caressed him. “You’ll have to get past me.” My heart thuds. He likes that I’m challenging him, and God, that’s even worse. What if I’ve already failed? I’m free-falling, tumbling, turning over without a single hope to anchor me. Where will I go if he turns me away? What will happen to my father? “Let me go,” I whisper, but my hope fades fast. His eyes flash with warning. “Little Avery James, all grown up.” A small gasp resounds in the space between us. He already knows my name. That means he knows who my father is. He knows what he’s done. Denials rush to my throat, pleas for understanding. The hard set of his eyes, the broad strength of his shoulders tells me I won’t find any mercy here.
Excerpt #2“Kinky stuff,” Gabriel says, the corner of his mouth turned up. “What do you know about kinky stuff?” My face feels hot. “I’ve seen the movie, okay? I know about things.” That’s a lie. I squirmed through the movie, lips parted in shock. How did people think of this stuff? Why would any girl like it? And I’m not just a random face in this city. My picture has appeared in the society papers. People know my father. Maybe some of the men were cheated by him, just like Gabriel. Would they want to hurt me in revenge? “Tell me what you know,” Gabriel says. The words are mocking, but something sparks inside me. “I know that some men like to hurt women. I know it makes them feel big and strong to hurt someone weaker.” “And are you weak, little virgin?” No, I want to say. Except I’ve lost everything in the past two months. My life, my school. My friends. I’m a shadow of my former self. Little virgin makes me fight back, though. Gabriel makes me fight back. “I’m doing what I have to do. Is that weak?” His gaze flickers over my body, the yellow of his eyes brighter in the lamp’s glow. When he meets my eyes, there’s a begrudging respect. ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.Website: http://www.skyewarren.com
25 Authors. One SEXY Police Station. All for Charity.
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Kobo: http://bit.ly/2cGqCAhBLEED BLUE 69 is a story written by 25 Authors from one SEXY Police Station and it’s all for Charity. Spend your holidays with the brave men and women of Precinct 69 protecting citizens and stealing hearts in the Big Apple. These authors have joined forces to bring you their stories—some sweet, some dangerously hot—but all for a great cause. These NYC police officers will keep you warm on a winter’s night, make you sweat in the most delicious way possible, and have you wishing for your very own set of cuffs. Only further begging the question: Can anyone resist a hero in uniform? Excerpt: A low groan escaped my throat. “Just remember who started this,” I warned before I nipped at her jaw. My hands found her ass and I gave a gentle squeeze before lifting her up onto the counter. Tess flashed me a devastating grin and it was over. All my anger faded. Replaced by carnal need. My heart thumped erratically as my cock pulsed against my pants, growing hard. A delightful shiver of desire ran through her as I reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it to the kitchen floor. The white lacy bra she wore, a stark contrast to her olive skin, was a tease. She liked for everyone to think she was such a lady, but only I knew the truth. Tess spread her thighs wider and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her. My erection pressed into the hot center of her core. I could feel the heat through the thin material of our sweats. “Hold on to me,” I commanded as I lifted her off the counter enough to yank her bottoms and panties past her hips before I set her back down. Tess squealed. “The counter is freezing!” “You won’t be cold for long,” I growled, my voice laced with primal desire as I lay her back against the counter the rest of the way. I held one of her dainty shoulders with one hand and slowly trailed my other hand downward, skimming the front of her torso, over the swell of her breasts to her jeweled belly button. Leaning forward I flicked the tiny diamond with my tongue as my fingers snaked between her thighs, followed by my mouth—placing flesh-searing kisses in my wake until I settled between her legs and buried my face between her thighs. Her hands stroked my bald head as moans filled the kitchen, drowning out Ami’s whines and scratching sounds from the other side of the bedroom door. We lost track of time—of the world going on around us. The only thing that mattered—was us. Our heavy pants filled the air—and the damn dog’s howls. We laughed and smiled as our bodies exploded in fiery sensations, our souls colliding in passion and love. AUTHORS AND THEIR AMAZON PAGE LINKS: Alexis Alvarez (Author), Josie Bordeaux (Author), Rebecca Brooke (Author), Emme Burton (Author),M.C. Cerny (Author), Sarah M. Cradit (Author), Chelle C. Craze (Author), Jami Denise (Author), Lisa Edward (Author), Mary Catherine Gebhard (Author), Rochelle Paige (Author), ZB Heller (Author), Vanessa Marie (Author), Glenna Maynard (Author), Kristen Hope Mazzola (Author), Morgan Jane Mitchell (Author),Jenni Moen (Author), Alexis Noelle (Author), Brandy L Rivers (Author), Katherine Rhodes (Author), Emerson Shaw (Author), Kacey Shea (Author), M. Stratton (Author), Madison Street (Author), Felicia Tatum (Author)