Tuesday, February 9, 2016

'Reasonable Doubts' by Evie Adams

"If f----g was an Olympic Sport, I'd have more gold than Michael Phelps."

Attorney Jacob Hughes has a perfect life winning mult-imillion dollar cases by day and seducing the most beautiful women in the city by night.

Everything is perfect until he has to work on a case with Laura Miller and the two worst things that can happen to a man happen to him.


She walked around the office like a Christmas present, beautifully wrapped, tantalizing, full of promises that all your deepest wishes will come true. That all you ever wanted was inside.

But the bow was too tight; the wrapping too difficult to open; the perfect present wrapped in duct tape and zip ties is no gift at all.
But you still have to try right?


I know Jacob Hughes.
I know him from his socks to his haircut.
His big d---- swagger and f--- me eyes.
I know every delicious inch.
I know he needs my help, and I know he won't like it.

Reasonable Doubts is a sexy standalone Contemporary Romance with a HEA, and a long, hard road to get there.

For a limited time it includes MARCUS : A Mafia Bad Boy Romance.


About the author:

Romance junkie, day dreamer, slow typer. I root for a good story, always.

I try to write seductive, sex-positive stories. My heroes are always beautiful, troubled alphas and my endings are always happy.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

'Blind Date (Steamy Interludes)' by Morgan Kay

A mysterious man gives Darla the weekend of her life.

Darla never had time for love. Even though she worked in the perfume industry that epitomizes romance. No appropriate male ever wandered into the picture. Maybe that’s why she accepted her friend’s suggestion to fix up her up. Desperation and a desire to make sure she even remembered how to act like a woman as opposed to a corporate warrior.

Too bad, her arranged date fell on the eve before her meeting with some hot shot Italian nobleman she needed to sign for her company’s continued success. Even more ironic, her blind date Alex besides being the poster child for all things delicious had a sexy Italian accent. The accent alone should have reminded her of the need to prepare for her meeting. Instead charmed by his old world manners and animal magnetism she allows him to take charge and forgets about business. Two things she’s never done before.

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Her gaze started at his shoes and roamed up his dress pants. He dressed up for her, how nice. He’d loosened his tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves, maybe his version of business casual. Nice strong chin and olive toned skin made the man appear more mysterious. She’d always preferred the Mediterranean look. So far, she liked everything she saw. He smiled, revealing a nice set of teeth. Smiling meantyes, he was staring at her and walked toward her. The dating gods finally took pity on her.
She waited until he stood a mere foot from her. “Alex?” she asked hopefully, praying this time her luck would turn for the better. He grinned down at her and raised one eyebrow questioningly
“You wish for me to be Alex?”
“Oh, yes.” She practically sighed the words. He had an odd way of phrasing, but he had an accent. Marlene didn’t mention he’d be foreign. Things just kept getting better and better.
His eyes twinkled. “For you, I will be. I am at your service.” He motioned to a bar stool as if asking to sit. “Your name, if I may ask?
“Darla.” He should have known her name. Didn’t Marlene tell him? Probably his way of making small talk. Darla inhaled the scent of Alex. Hmm, he smelled as good as the scampi aroma riding the air. Instead of garlic and butter, he smelled more like a pine forest with a touch of lime and bergamot. A sophisticated blend for a complex man. She smiled well aware she just used one of the tag lines for the colognes her company promoted. They didn’t sell the one he wore or she would recognize it.
“What a wonderful cologne you have on, Alex. What is the name of it?” The moment the words came out of her mouth she could have slapped herself. She needed to leave business at work. Could be the reason she was single and accepting blind dates.
“No name yet. It is something I threw together. What would you call it?” he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
George Clooney had nothing on Alex. Crow’s feet never looked so sexy. Weird, if he really made it, especially since she expected the Fortunato rep in town any day. Couldn’t be Alex. She’d heard Fortunato was a silver haired patriarch. She doubted he made it himself, just flirty small talk. Name, what she’d call his cologne? She could do it too. “I’d call it Perfection. It has all the right tones with woodsy scent, pulling in a masculine musk element, plus the unexpected citrus twist.”
He took a sip of his drink, thoughtful, as if considering her words. “You have a good nose for fragrances. Few people could separate the individual elements.”
Darla nodded in agreement, knowing her sense of smell was one of the reasons she was the top fragrance buyer for her company. While she should be researching the new cologne her company might distribute, her fingers unbuttoned her jacket, wondering how to slide it off while looking natural. She’d like to unbutton a few buttons on her blouse too. Hard to make that seem natural.
Alex leaned a little closer and lowered his voice. “The masculine musk note you mentioned is absent. What you smell is my natural aroma.” His eyes reflected some amusement. “You may realize when a man is in the presence of a beautiful woman he desires, the pheromones kick in, increasing his scent.”
Darla’s hand slipped on her drink, almost dropping it. She quickly placed it on the bar, sloshing the liquid contents. The bartender swooped in and wiped up the spill, indicating he may have been eavesdropping. Darla awkwardly confessed. “Um, I know about pheromones. I guess I haven’t had a chance to see them in action. So which woman do you desire?” She craned her neck as if looking for someone.
His laugh, deep and suggestive, sent a thrill dancing up her spine. The low, throaty sound caressed her, warming her, almost causing her to melt at his feet.
“You know I am talking about you, bella.”

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Saturday, February 6, 2016

'Puppy Love (Steamy Interludes #4)' by Morgan Kay

Can Theo outmaneuver her high school nemesis, a persistent ex-boyfriend, and a wayward pup to win the affections of the town’s newest vet?

Theo decides to give up on love when she catches her sister in bed with her husband. Instead of blaming her sister or her husband, she blames herself, divorces her husband, distances herself from her sister, and shuts her heart to love.

Her son inadvertently pushes her back into the dating game when he drops off his puppy, Ollie, as he heads out to deployment abroad. He fails to inform her that the puppy isn’t even close to being trained or even somewhat obedient.

Ollie brings the dating-phobic Theo into contact with Westvale’s hottest bachelor, Dr. Brent Knight. Despite her best friend Lorna’s urging to go after him, Theo hangs back due the eleven year age gap and her past romantic history, but it doesn’t stop Ollie from barreling ahead.

When her high school rival Jenny shows up, Theo decides to fight for her man with comic and passionate results.

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Thursday rolled around before she realized. As she opened her mailbox and retrieved her mail, she found a postcard addressed to Ollie, thanking him for coming to the vet. Cute, it was a good way to guarantee repeat customers with an extra touch. She wondered if the sloping handwriting belonged to Brent. Did he write this card or did his receptionist? Since she could read it, she figured it must have been the secretary. The card reminded her of the dog training class. Maybe she would go. Maybe he would be there. With hope in mind, she hurried into the house to redo her makeup.
An hour later, Theo rolled into the parking lot with an unhappy Ollie in his dog carrier. He’d made his discontent known by whining the entire five miles. She sat for a moment not sure she came to the right place. All sorts of cars started turning into the parking lot, Camrys, Impalas, an occasional BMW, and one huge monster truck. They all parked and began the process of unloading their canines. A huge Great Dane towered over smaller mop-like dogs, while the monster truck woman had a dog bearing a startling resemblance to the guardian of the underworld. Monster truck woman showed a great deal of leg and ass as she struggled to prevent her dog from devouring the other dogs. Why a woman would wear a mini skirt to a dog training class was beyond Theo’s comprehension. Then she surveyed the other women walking into the armory.
The platinum blonde teetered on heels so high a female impersonator must be missing a pair. The redhead with the Rottweiler showed enough cleavage to be on a Hooters’ calendar. Was that Jenny McAbee, her old roommate, in the snakeskin-patterned pants, adhered to her body like a second skin? Slutty week at the dog training class and she did not get the memo? Her old Levis and college t-shirt made her look like she came to have a little discipline instilled in her dog as opposed to show off her wares.
By the time she entered the building, Ollie twisted at the end of the leash doing his best impression of demon possession. The clutch of women encircling a table ignored their dogs. A Yorkie chewed on its leash while a mutt humped a poodle. At the edge of the group, Cujo stood eyeing the group deciding whom he would attack, until Ollie barked. He issued a challenge to the massive dog perhaps feeling safe with Theo by his side. Probably, no thought involved at all, just stupidity. Cujo lunged, yanking the leash out of his owner’s hand.
The snarling dog ran at her. Death, painful death flashed through her mind, and Ollie’s too since he wound his leash around her ankles and whimpered. Theo’s memory failed her as she tried to remember how to avoid a dog attack. She knew it didn’t have anything to do with having her ankles tied up by a whimpering rat dog. Amid the dogs’ barks, women’s gasps registered along with the monster truck woman yelling.
“Bundy, Ted Bundy, stop!”
Did she seriously name her dog after a serial killer? It might be appropriate.
A high-pitched whistle halted her imminent demise in its tracks. The crowd parted to reveal Brent vaulting over a table. In a few running steps, he grabbed Bundy’s collar, jerked back, and commanded the dog to sit, which it did. Amazing.
A swell of mutterings began to build as Theo unwrapped a whimpering Ollie from her ankles. Bundy’s owner had him on a short leash, her mouth pulled in to an obstinate line indicating she didn’t like what she heard when Brent’s voice rang out loud and clear.
“Please leave. Your dog is not socialized enough to participate in a group setting.” He pointed in the direction of the doors as if to emphasize his directive.
Jenny McAbee wandered over to Theo’s side. “Not socialized, my foot. That dog should be put down.”
Nodding her agreement, Theo’s eyes tracked the dog named after the serial killer until the door closed behind him. She didn’t want to take a chance on him turning and catching her off guard as he took another charge at Ollie.
“You okay?” Brent put a hand on her shoulder as he came up behind her.
She recognized Brent before he even touched her, starting the same familiar tinge and accompanying chain reaction. Besides, Brent was only male in the room. Wait, a man stood by the door with a Labrador and a grin. God, no. Don’t let it be Bruce McCormick, the ex-boyfriend who would not fade away quietly.
She should answer. “Um, yeah.”
“Good.” Brent gave her shoulder a squeeze, catching Bruce’s attention as he walked back to the registration table.
Jenny moved closer to her as if to whisper and then spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Look, it’s Bruce, your old beau.”
“He’s not my beau,” Theo ground out as Bruce made a beeline toward her.
The other women fluttered and a few called out greetings. Bruce’s broad shoulders, strong chin, and toothpaste grin tended to make women act silly and girlish. Unfortunately, his good looks hid his lack of personality and critical thinking skills. If he had any ability to think he would realize when Theo told him last year she did not ever want to see him again after their third disastrous date, she meant she really didn’t want to see him. Instead, he used every accidental public encounter to promote the idea of a follow-up date. Theo never fooled herself into thinking she existed as Bruce’s great love, but realized his ego could not deal with a woman actually walking away.
Bruce waved vigorously, pulling a resistant Lab behind him. Good thing Bruce had heft on his side. Only a big man could not make a full-grown Labrador go where it didn’t want to go. “Theo, it is so good to see you. I missed you. Memories of our last date keep me up at night.”
His overloud voice and words made her cringe. He knew how it would sound to the surrounding people. What did she do that kept a man up at night reliving the moments? Could have been when she told him to piss off. One woman caught her eye and winked. Ugh, one person alert to Bruce’s game. Why he insisted on acting this way made no sense. He could easily date any woman in the room, but he still pursued her.
After staring death in the canine mouth, the class itself seemed anticlimactic. Ollie trotted around in a circle without growling or barking. In fact, he seemed to be the best-behaved dog in the whole place. Brent turned out to be the instructor, which allowed him to promote his own vet clinic and pass out cards. As far as actually talking to Brent, it didn’t happen. It could be because her old classmate Jenny glued herself to his side, not allowing him out of arm’s reach. The benefit of a small town was not only did you know everyone, but also you knew how they operated. Once Jenny McAbee sets her sights on a man, only a fool would intervene.

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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

'Confessions of a Nanny in Space' by Michael P. Mardel


Sharlene is torn between enjoying herself and not breaking the rules. We first meet her at the beach where there is a convenient bathing box. Sharlene is asked to babysit two pre-school girls but the husband has more than that in mind. There is a safe word, however, which sees the three adults on a spaceship. Sharlene visits the alien a few times and volunteers her body to save the world. Meanwhile, Sharlene joins the convent, but only after having a lesbian relationship. She is torn between being straight or gay or being celibate. On her return to the world outside the convent, she travels overseas and has a few straight relationships whilst being a nanny. She joins the Army Reserve on her return but meets someone or two to try for the perfect fit. Will she ever be satisfied?


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Michael has been a nanny In England and in the Reserves though most of the stories have been his imagination.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

'Baked Part 1: Red Velvet Rapture' by Colleen Charles

Want a bite?


The first time I saw Gabe in my sensual cupcake bakery, I had no idea who he was. All I knew was chiseled perfection like him could never really want a girl like me. That didn't stop me from craving and lusting after everything I could never have.



And I was trapped in a twisted frenemy relationship with my douche bag ex fiancee. I never would have dreamed who Gabe really was, what he wanted and why he wanted it.


My f*cked up family taught me a lot. Take rather than give. 


Ally made me feel clean. Whole. I'd do anything to have her and even more to keep her. In spite of my past but more importantly ... because of it.

I took her tenuous control and worshiped her killer curves. I never suspected she'd steal my heart.

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After 26 years in Corporate leadership at a Fortune 500, I discovered people within the organization lacked integrity. I'd always known deep in my soul that I was trying to fit a square peg in to a round hole since I'm the typical creative type. I miss my staff but I don't miss the corporate world. It's been said that the Universe will let you know if something isn't right for you. The first time, it will hit you with a pebble. Then a brick. Then a boulder. Let's just say that I got flattened. When my fifteen pound toy dog, Nigel (pictured above), was threatened, I knew it was time to say goodbye.

It's sad but true.

Here's what I found within the first thirty days of being free. Writing stories from my heart that readers love means more to me than working myself in to an early grave for people who only care about their bottom line.

My heart has never been more full and my soul has never been more satisfied.

I've never worked so hard in my life but it doesn't even feel like work. It's worth it. All of it. Because it's about the joy that's found within the journey. The highs and the lows because I get to write stories for all of you.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading, enjoying and recommending the stories that I write. When you share my work with others, nothing is more rewarding. Your word of mouth is my very best friend ... that, and your reviews. There is nothing more important to me than all of you.

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Monday, February 1, 2016

'The Billionaire's Snow Date' by Mia Caldwell

A new Romantic Comedy from Mia Caldwell

Fresh from college and already having landed her dream job at City & Sky, sexy but sweet Jamaicka Grant can’t believe that she’s the one to get tapped to go on assignment halfway around the globe to photograph the idyllic and world class Glacier Bluff Hotel tucked away in the Scandinavian Alps. It’s a gig that others would die for, but that’s exactly what she’s afraid of. She’s going to get out there in the snow and ice and she’s going to die! Accident prone even walking down the street, she’s willing to risk it to keep her job. And that is what’s on the line—her job!

Handsome stranger to the rescue…

Worth billions, Kynon Morrison is one of the world’s richest bachelors—and one of the busiest. He alone among his siblings is determined to continue the legacy of overseeing the empire of world class resorts built up by his family. Found in the most beautiful, and sometimes dangerous, locations around the world, spreadsheets, numbers and meetings can only tell Kynon so much about how the resorts are doing. That’s why he’s going on holiday—undercover—at Glacier Bluff Hotel. As a paying guest, he’ll be able to experience a stay at the premiere ski resort in the same way any person would…and then he’ll be able to make any changes needed as the boss.

And as the boss, he really wants to know why some inexperienced slope-bunny is on the lift heading straight toward their most dangerous ski trail. Before he can intervene, she takes a tumble that has him going head over heels—for her.

To help her save her job, he puts his own on hold and goes from undercover boss to the undercover billionaire as he turns his own life upside down to become everything she needs…right when she needs it.

The Billionaire's Snow Date is a snow frosted romantic comedy and BWWM interracial romance from Mia Caldwell on the sweet side of steamy.

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Before I go back and tell you my story – a little background.

Me and Damon are about to meet with Danny the boss. Damon is the magazine’s number one outdoor photographer. We tried dating for a bit, after I started working at the magazine, but that went south for a myriad of reasons, which I won’t get into now, most notably because he had issues with keeping his pants on around other women. There’s nothing between us now, no hard feelings, we’re just coworkers.
Like I said, I was recently hired to be a photographer for the award winning City & Sky magazine and as you can imagine it’s a thrill to have landed such a prestigious job. It barely covers my rent and some Raman noodles, but at least I don’t have to work for my rich parents. I really want to prove to them that I can make it on my own.

My one worry about my gig with City & Sky is that one day, my luck will run out, and they’ll take me off the City desk. Damon is an outdoor fanatic, and asks for and gets all the outdoor assignments, because he fricken’ lives for the thrill of the hard to get shot. Not me. Not me at all.

In fact, I’m accident prone in the extreme and the last place I want to go is anywhere outside. Just ask my parents, or my best friend, Faith. Everyone knows, I’m only safe, if I’m protected by four solid walls and a roof.

I told Danny about my predilection for injuries, and he’s been great about giving me only the City beat jobs, most of which are thankfully indoors.
And, if I say so myself, I’ve been killing it, really taking the photoshoots the extra mileand putting creativity and artistry into my work.
New ice cream sushi store? I’m there, and you’re going to see ice cream sushi retailing as never before.

Yonkers billionaire’s wife insist that they line their indoor swimming pool with solid gold? Let me grab my equipment.

Grand opening of an indoor anti-gravity massage parlor and nail salon in the financial district? Heck yeah, I’ll be right over.

Because that’s who I am. Jamaicka Grant, heir to the Grant fortune, trying to be a normal person – just saying no to allowance from mom and dad. That’s me, City & Sky’s celebrity poodle tutu photographer extraordinaire.  

Well, that was me until this meeting with Danny the boss…

Danny the boss focused his fox like eyes on my Damon, my coworker. Damon sat beside me, legs crossed, arms behind his head, relaxed as if he was in the man’s basement, drinking beers and watching the game. Calm as mud, as if he had nothing to worry about.

Maybe he didn’t. I on the other hand, sat on the edge of my seat, which was a hard wooden chair that I had to rid of a stack of books before I could use it. I was freaking out, it was my day off, and I’d been summoned by text. I was pretty sure I was about to be fired.
Damon,” Danny said, “you came to me with this travel piece about the Glacier Bluff, and I liked the idea. But it’s an expensive assignment, and I need more than glorified advertisement for the hotel. I need something with pizazz, with cover potential. So I had an idea while I was in the shower…”

Damon and I both leaned forward on the edge of our seats, for very different reasons.

“Danny, if you’re thinking of taking this piece away from me, I have to say that…”

Danny interrupted Damon with a snap of his fingers, his signal that it was time to shut up and listen. If you spoke after the finger snap, you could be sure that you wouldn’t be getting an assignment in the next issue.

“Damon, I like your idea. It’s a solid idea. You brought me the hotel. But the hotel is not enough. So I want to send Jamaicka. I want her to do a piece on what it’s like to be a city girl spending her vacation at an outdoor-focused resort. Damon, you are a sports guy. You like skiing and snowboarding and riding bulls and all that other cowboy crap. I’m not even sure that Jamaicka can ride a bike.”
“I can’t! I can’t ride a bike. Don’t make me ride a bike!” I stumbled. Danny shushed me.

“We need a cover story that sells something different, and just the same old puff piece about an eccentric hotel in a small-ass country isn’t going to sell magazines. But sending Calamity Jamaicka over there to the top of a mountain and telling her to jump? THAT will sell magazines.”

I felt my stomach roll over, and barely stopped myself from throwing up all over Danny’s desk. So I started to hyperventilate instead.

“You want me…to jump…off…a mountain? I can’t… I don’t… I fell down the stairs trying to catch the A train last week! If you want me to quit, I’ll quit. If you want to kill me, there are easier ways to do that too!”

“It’s true! I once saw her almost fall down a subway grate! The city did whole ad campaigns swearing that wasn’t even possible!”

I knew Damon was just trying to save his story, but it was true. Every phone call to my dad started with him saying, “Hey, Jamaicka! You’re still alive!” Danny might as well just run me over with his car on his way out of work today. It would save him the cost of sending me to a foreign country to end up maimed.

“Damon, I appreciate that you want this story. And you will get credit for bringing me this story, because I will find you an even better story. But this is my decision. So Jamaicka…you better start packing. Your flight leaves at 6 a.m.”

Danny was grinning at me like a fool, and Damon was glaring at me like I’d just stolen his dog. But no matter how much Damon hated me in that moment, he couldn’t have possibly understood how much I didn’t want this assignment. Maybe if I was lucky I’d get hit by a cab on the way to the airport and save us all the trouble. But the smile on Danny’s face as he handed me my travel packet made it clear there was no going back.

I was going to get this story, or I was going to die trying.

Literally. I was literally going to die.



Mia Caldwell has been fantasizing about stories of "Happily-Ever-After" since she was a little girl, and now that she's all grown up her "Happily-Ever-After" stories have taken a steamier turn! After graduating from college Mia still wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do with her life. Bored with her day job as an Administrative Assistant for a non-profit, she started writing stories on the side and sharing them with her friends. They gave her the push she needed to share them with you!

She lives in New York with two rascally cats named Link and Zelda, eats too much chocolate and Chinese take-out, and goes on way too many blind dates. She's still waiting for Mr. Right, but in the meantime she'll keep dreaming up the perfect man!