Friday, April 24, 2015

Dirty Bad Savage by Jade West

                 
TITLE: DIRTY BAD SAVAGE 
AUTHOR: JADE WEST 
GENRE : EROTICA







They say Callum Jackson's a savage.
No home. No prospects. No self-restraint.
He's red-flagged on my system, a grade-1 aggression risk, totally off limits for a woman like me.
But the rules don't allow for my dangerous games; they don't bend for my twisted desires.
Callum Jackson is the most beautiful beast.
A beast I can't stop thinking about, can't stop wanting, can't stop hunting...
...I just pray to God this beast bites.

Sophia Harding runs a tight ship. She may work in the dregs of housing association slums, but her patch is on the way up.
Anti-social behaviour is down, employment is on the rise, and she's even been shortlisted for estate manager of the year.
It's looking good. Really good. Until Callum Jackson completes his jail time and lands right back on her doorstep. 
She could do without a guy like him on her books: a failure of the system and a pain in the fucking ass.
She should tick the boxes, do her job and keep her distance – that's what the handbook says. The handbook says no one-on-one contact, no at-risk situations, no direct confrontation of any kind.
But the handbook doesn't know of her craving for hardcore submission.
The handbook has no fucking idea how she yearns to unleash Jackson at club Explicit, where his savage can really run wild.
The handbook doesn't know shit...








Jade West is a contemporary erotic author from Warwick in the UK, due to release her debut BDSM novel, Dirty Bad Wrong, in February 2015. Jade is a real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. She has a healthy interest in pornography, men in suits and taking 100 strokes with a cane 'Mood Pictures' style.



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A Lifetime For Revenge by Natalie G Owens

Title: A Lifetime for Revenge
Series: Book Two in The Valthreans series
Author: Natalie G. Owens
Release date: February 23, 2015
Genre: Paranormal Romance




Keeping it simple doesn’t always work out so well…

After exacting his longed-for revenge, Massimiliano “Max” Damiani’s life is about to get more complicated when he is sent by the Valthrean Council to investigate the mysterious death of one of their Councilmen. Duty-bound to protect the victim's daughter and her young brother, the stakes are upped as Max and those around him become targets of a dangerous enemy. The Cult is closing in, threatening the future of their kind.

Fate is a cruel mistress…
Piper Ingram’s existence is thrust into turbulent waters. Her father has been murdered in cold blood and she is now sole guardian to her little brother, Charlie. After years of helping others come to terms with their problems and move on to better lives in a domestic violence shelter, she now needs help protecting herself and her kin.

Salvation comes when we face our deepest fears…

Max values his independence above anything. Meanwhile, this case brings him more trouble than he's bargained for, pushing his limits, and testing his fear of commitment. While striving to keep his personal demons at bay and holding on to his set ways, he fights his attraction to Piper, but he fast learns some things are not within his control. Will he save those entrusted in his care this time? And most importantly, will he finally find redemption ... and love?










Pick one of the excerpts for your blog
Excerpt #1
“Would you like some tea or coffee? I have chamomile if you like,” he said, clutching at a straw to keep the air around them from turning into an overinflated, strangulating monster.
He felt her smile.
“That would be nice, thank you.”
He stood. “I need to see…”
“Go ahead. Pretty weird to keep sitting here in the dark, isn’t it?”
No, not weird, for I am in no mood to see your face in the light. I have no space for you, Piper, so let’s do what we have to do and move on. Hell, I never even have women in my bed, in my home. This is my space. I go to theirs.
That train of thought proved a mistake, because it took him where he didn’t want to be.
Piper in my bed … curls spread out on the pillows. Milky skin ripe for feasting on…
Max, you’re a jerk. That, he wouldn’t deny.  His lips curled up in a smirk. He switched on the pendant lights over the kitchen counter and went straight for the kettle, making sure she didn’t see his face.
An arse he may be, but he wouldn’t deliberately offend her. Making tea kept him busy for a few minutes. All he could see was the back of her head—the magnificent, thick mass of curls that fell down to the middle of her back. She’d tied them loosely with a band but some strands had escaped the pony tail to fall forward over her face.
So time went on, during which he found himself tamping down a physical impulse to touch that hair, to run his fingers through it slowly, testing every strand; and then to feel the softness of her skin, trail kisses down the delicate curve of her neck, trace the feminine lines of her slender form on a path to discovery…
Does she even know how dazzling she is?

Excerpt #2
Max took a step closer to the young woman who sat stiffly on a chair, one room away from where her father lay dead, murdered in cold blood. A redhead, yes, but not as solid a shade as Madeleine’s, he realized. Miss Ingram’s thick, copper-infused corkscrew tresses tumbled about her head in willful abandon, reaching down past her breasts. The mass of loose hair possessed burnished gold tints that would create a blinding halo under direct sunlight, as though spun from that bright star at the liminal stage of a breathtaking sunset…
She wore that magnificent fall of autumn brilliance like a blanket of grief separating her from the world. A lone figure, her head down in a pose that dared anyone to come pull her from the clutches of hushed despair, she kept her hands linked tightly together on her lap, each finger vying to be the others’ lifeline, and stared hard at the carpet beneath her feet—a woman in utter disbelief that her life had been turned upside down, that her dear father was no more.
Commiseration ought to have raised its scratchy, skeletal hand from the depths of his being, screaming, ‘I know this!’. The same vacant aura, a cosmic inner emptiness, had been his, once in the distant past. He’d had to snap out of that daze fast back then because circumstances had dictated it, but not before grief had burned itself into every vein, every muscle, every sinew, every layer of flesh he possessed. He’d been branded, time and again, with its red-hot poker, until the furtive chill of resignation had put its anesthetizing balm on his heart. Time could heal in some ways, but his wounds had been haphazardly patched up, leaving his soul marred with permanent scars. Does one ever shake off such horror? He had come to doubt that over the years and, eventually, disbelieved it altogether. Memories got fuzzier, but the worst ones stuck like wasps on honeydew and stayed there, mired in his psyche.
Max found himself in equal measure entranced and disgusted. But, while he stared at the woman, revulsion started to give way to something else, something eminently more insidious. He did not enjoy having his heartstrings pulled, or moments when a sense of duty felt dangerously close to personal obligation. He didn’t know these people, didn’t owe them anything except a day’s, week’s, or month’s work. Anything more—the threads of emotion—would be unwelcome. He quelled the pang of sympathy that rose from his gut. Pity is a springboard for trouble, and trouble brings pain or, at the very least, undesired change.
She must have felt his attention on her for she tilted her face up to him.
His breath hitched, drawn with startling violence into his lungs as green eyes fixed on him. Green eyes—but not a copy of Madeleine’s emerald ones that had haunted his nightmares for years, and still did on occasion. This woman’s were a precious blue-green jade. Limpid and light in shade, they shone like twin stars. Beautiful porcelain skin complemented a perfectly shaped angelic face with a pointed chin, perked up nose, and Cupid’s bow lips.
A mouth that would drive a man crazy. Immediately, a vision of her bending down and wrapping those sensual lips around his throbbing erection finagled its way in his mind…
Would she be soft to the touch?
His heart thumped faster and empathy gave way to yet another emotion so overwhelming and unexpected, he felt powerless.
Bloody hell! This isn’t the time … or the place.
He couldn’t be standing there, mesmerized by a beautiful woman, when he’d been called to assist with a murder investigation.

Excerpt #3
Against his better judgment, he looked behind his shoulder to find those killer jade eyes on him, chock full of pain and confusion.
“It will,” he said, swallowing against a dry mouth. “I know.” He stared at her, watched her expression change to curiosity.
No, Piper Ingram, don’t look at me that way, as though you want to know things about me I’ve never told anyone. I won’t tell, anyway, so it’s a lost cause.
“You really know?” she said in scarcely a whisper.
He gave her the barest of nods then looked back out, at the oak tree that had been in the garden when he’d bought it. No one could tell him how old it was but he always thought they’d built the house around it. The bench sitting in its shade seemed so lonely and bereft under the moonlight. The heavy duty glass path running from the door to the wall, splitting the landscaping in two, shimmered in parts as it stretched between rows of low, manicured bushes. Another similar path ran across, both meeting in the middle and forming a plus sign. The mermaid fountain adorning the center of the far wall stood in shadow. His outdoor area was purposely simple in design, structured, symmetrical, and neat—what he aspired to be in his life. Not necessarily always balanced, but measured according to a recipe of his creation. Adventure and enjoyment, but no surprises. Excitement without commitment. Complete freedom.
Still, that lone tree broke the symmetry, and it had been one of the major reasons that had attracted him to the place. Food for thought…

Excerpt #4
“Stop with the nonsense and give me that gun. This is serious,” he said with calm insistence.
“Yes, and so am I. I’m serious, says she.” She crossed one arm over her chest and widened her stance, favoring her left leg.
“Piper, please. We want to solve this without need for bullets, if possible.”
Her nostrils flared like a corrida bull’s at the sight of red.
“I suppose you have a better solution then?” she asked in a vinegary tone.
“Matter of fact, I do.” He stepped closer to her and stared her down from his full height. She didn’t back down, taking on the veritable picture of an avenging angel. From her spitfire expression, he fancied her lost wings had grown right back, and she was about to take flight.
Piper Ingram, I was mistaken to think you at all weak. You’re completely fearless. You’re out of your damn mind.
He envied that spirit for even in suffering, she found inner peace to hold on to. She stood there, battle ready and not the least bit ruffled.
A modern Joan of Arc.
“Please, give me the gun. I just want to help. I can help.”
Lately, he’d been doing a whole lot of begging. How did that happen?
Another smashing sound made her start. The living room they were in stood at the side of the house. The man was toying with them, taking his time, knowing he could get in when he damn well pleased. They didn’t have long. 
“Alright. Here,” she said in a clipped tone, handing it to him.
Relieved, he inspected the chamber to see it fully loaded.
“I thought you said you didn’t need bullets.”
“I don’t. This is just a precaution.”
“What—”
“Piper, I want you to go into the kitchen with the others and stay with them. For no reason—no reason—are you to stray from them or come anywhere near the front door. Understood?”
“You won’t do anything crazy, will you?”
“No,” he lied, placing the gun carefully on the desk. “Now, promise me.” He inched toward her.
Standing as close to him as a piece of furniture with the wall behind it, her lips a hand’s breadth from his, she nodded. He could kiss her anxiety away…
Bang. Louder than ever.

Excerpt #5
Emotion welled inside her. “Thank you,” she croaked out. “No one’s ever done this for us. There was never any need.”
“Again, it’s my duty to protect you. I didn’t anticipate that threatening note, and I don’t like surprises.”
“Max, you really are a g—”
“Stop!” Seemingly pulling the wrath out of thin air, he turned on her like a beast ready to consume her. An unholy fire spat from his eyes. What she’d said must have triggered flames from Hell itself to pop and explode in his brain.
“Max—”
His face suddenly morphed to stone, giving her pause. For the first time, he scared her. Reaching her in one stride, he caught her again by the shoulders and shook her.
“Stop saying that!” he growled. “I’m not a good man. I’m a man who lives how he wants, takes what he wants. And I want to do this right now.”

Gathering her in a steel hold, he crushed his lips to hers.


About The Author, Natalie G. Owens:

Pink velvet and black lace. Light and darkness. A world of contrasts exists in Natalie’s stories because every rose has its thorn. Her favourite stories to write are romances with a dark edge featuring brooding heroes, strong heroines, an intriguing mystery, and a good dash of fantasy.

Married, with one son, she now calls the beautiful island of Malta home after eleven good years in AtlantaGA. As a professional editor and author, her days are always busy, but when she’s not working—or muttering to herself about her book plots like a batty old maid—she enjoys spending time with family and friends (both online and offline), sipping on a good shiraz, reading, cooking and entertaining, watching a good movie, travelling, and ogling shoe store displays. Most of all, she loves to meet and communicate with other authors and readers.

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Thursday, April 23, 2015

Jason's Duty by Alisha Guenzel

Jason’s Duty
By: Alisha Guenzel
Blog Tour April 22nd-27th

A Cowboy and his Duty
Jason McGregor was a country boy raised on a horse ranch. His daddy taught him the meaning of family responsibility but that didn't teach him anything about the rules of love. In Jason's eyes it was all about the horses and keeping the McGregor Ranch going. When Haley Sheridan came to visit, Jason's world gets turned upside down. He could no longer see black and white anymore.
Haley Sheridan was far from home and lost without her father. Her emotions were all over the place. She only came to Montana out of duty to her mother. She didn’t understand how Mrs. McGregor took care of all the house hold chores from cooking, cleaning, and making sure her husband and sons were taken care. But when she looked at Jason there was something in his eyes that made her want to understand.
Could a cowboy love a city slicker? Or a city slicker love a cowboy? Neither one knew how to communicate what they really wanted. Come follow Jason and Haley in Book 1 of The McGregor Saga. See how two hearts can become one with enough faith.






Alisha Guenzel The Author

She is a native to New England although she was raised on the plains of West Texas. She has always loved to write stories. But it wasn't until she married her husband did she take a chance on her dream to become a published author. Although writing is her passion, she also loves to spend time with her kids and husband on their five acre ranch.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Blog Spotlight on Ellie Wade

Author Sandra Love Presents
Ellie Wade’s Blog Tour
April 20th – 24th


Forever Baby
Release Date: May 9th, 2014
Typical college student, Olivia Marshall embarks on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Spain with her best friend, Nolan, a handsome all-American. After three years, they share a special bond, but there’s a fine line between friendship and…more. 
Spain turns out to be more of an experience than Olivia imagined. She meets Andres Cruz, a mysterious, sexy man. Lead singer of a band, his charm and passion is rarely denied, and Olivia is immediately drawn to him. 
Torn between two men promising her forever, Olivia will discover if she can trust herself and her instincts as she chooses between the comfort of what she’s always known or the excitement of a connection she’s never felt before. 

Note: This book is intended for 18+ for language and sexual content










Fragment
Release Date: August 16th, 2014
What happens when something so terrible tears you apart from the inside out? 

You become a fragment of yourself. 

On the right path to achieving her hopes and dreams, Campbell Stevens has always been a model student. The first time she lets loose during her senior year of high school, she loses everything. 

Living in a nightmare after surviving the most traumatic event, Campbell learns to be content by walking through life single and unattached, free of the uncertainty that relationships bring. She isn’t looking for love. In fact, she goes out of her way to avoid it—that is, until she runs into Deacon Montgomery, a kind and handsome Chicago firefighter. She denies her instant attraction to him, only making him more persistent in his pursuit of her. Despite her desire to be with Deacon, Campbell is too damaged to share herself with anyone else. 

Life left Campbell shattered. Can Deacon help put the fragments back together? Or will she forever be broken? 

***This novel is intended for adults/18+ for language, adult situations, and sexual content*** 










A Beautiful Kind of Love
Release Date: April 11th, 2014
Every choice has a consequence.
I believe in soul mates. Why? Because I have one and his name is Jax Porter.
I have known Jax my whole life and I have loved him with every breath I’ve ever taken. The fact that we were born a mere month apart to mothers that are best friends has made us inseparable since birth.
What we have is so rare, one would think our story would be written, our fate sealed. But, unfortunately that’s not how life works. Life offers us many choices that can turn destiny into chance.
I now find myself heading toward a destination that I could have never imagined and I have to figure out where to go from here.
Will the choices that have been made change our path forever or will fate find its way?













Ellie Wade resides in southwest Michigan with her husband, three young children, and two dogs. She has a Master’s degree in education from Eastern Michigan University and is a huge University of Michigan sports fan. She loves the beauty of her home state, especially the lakes and the gorgeous autumn weather. When she is not writing, you will find her reading, snuggled up with her kiddos, or spending time with family and friends. She loves traveling and exploring new places with her family.
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