Monday, September 1, 2014

'Advantage (The Rugby Heat Series)' by Arizona Grey


Warning: This book is not suitable for readers under 18+ years. It contains numerous encounters of a sensual nature, rampant desire, voyeurism, a mild threesome (or is that a foursome?), vanilla BDSM, and a shocking lack of any actual rugby games.

Adeline Winters vowed never to trust anyone again. Not with her body, and definitely, not with her heart. Then Justice Corban, captain of the USA national team, kicked a rugby ball at her, and literally brought her to knees. He has a way with his fists, with words, tropical flowers and chocolate pie - and a delicious determination to bring a woman to ecstasy in a multitude of ways - without sex. (The traditional penetrative kind, that is...) Does he have what it takes to break through Addie's defences and earn the tactical advantage? And can Addie bare more than her body to all Justice has to offer? Is her heart ready to love again?

Read Chapter 1:

Getting kicked in the stomach was not a good way to start her first semester at Frankling University decided Addie, as she gasped for air in a vacuum that had nothing but pain in it. She'd stumbled and sunk to her knees in the golden sunlight, clutching at her abdomen, trying to say something... anything -- but failing. She was vaguely aware of voices above her. Her friend Tina, fussing over her and onlookers making sympathetic noises. In the midst of the pain, Addie cringed inside as she thought about how stupid she must look.

How embarrassing is this?

One minute she'd been strolling through the cobbled esplanade amidst a throng of other students, while Tina talked her ear off. She'd idly noted the group of young men on the grassy field in the esplanade center, kicking a ball around. The next minute, a ball had appeared out of nowhere, hurtling straight for her. Tina yelped in surprise and Addie barely had time to register the missile was going to slam into her -- when it did. A sudden vicious force. It knocked all the air out of her so that she stumbled and then sank to her knees on the sharp cobblestones.

Tina bent over her. Panic making her Southern drawl even more pronounced "Ohmagosh Addie, ahhh you ahhhlright?"

Addie tried to speak but ended up only nodding instead. Unwelcome tears stung her eyes and she ducked her head down so nobody would see them. Bad enough she had to get kicked in the stomach in front of people in her first week at a new school -- she didn't need to add blubbering idiot to the mix.

Tina's concern shifted to outrage as she turned to confront the cause of the errant ball. "You asshole twats! Look what you've done to mah friend. Why don't you look where you're kicking that thing!"

On and on she went, berating people that Addie couldn't see. Tina on a rampage was a force to be reckoned with and Addie felt a twinge a sympathy for the target of her fury as Tina's high-pitched voice raged on and on.

And then a man's voice, a deep throaty rasping voice speaking with a placating tone. "I'm sorry miss. You're right. We should have been more careful. We were kicking the  rugby ball around and things got out of hand."

His voice was like hot caramel drizzled over roasted pecans. Lush and rich with a gravelly bite to it. And it had an unfamiliar accent, very slight but marking him as 'other', not American. It sent a shiver up Addie's spine. A tingling surprise. She tried to look up so she could see the owner of the voice but the sun was in her eyes, so she went back to trying to breathe.

Air, I need air. Shit I'm gonna die. She could see her tombstone now. Death by rugby ball. The thought made her want to giggle but it hurt too much so she didn't. Instead she stayed kneeling and waited to hear what verbal damage Tina would inflict upon him next.

It didn't come. Instead Tina's voice softened to that breathy baby-girl tone that Addie hated. The one she reserved for picking up hot guys and angling for discounts at fashion stores. "Ah well, you shurr know how to apologize like a real gentleman. Aahm sure you didn't mean to hurt her. Mah friend's gonna be fine in just a minute, aren't you Addie?" She didn't wait for a reply, rushed on. "You're playing rugby? Ahh thought it was football?"

Another male voice jumped in eagerly. "No, we're rugby players. From New Zealand. We play for the USA team."

Tina was in full flirt mode now. Addie didn't need to see her to know she would be pushing her boobs out, tilting her head to one side and biting at her bottom lip. Traitor. That didn't take long. She was worried about me for all of what, -- five minutes? Bitch.

Then someone knelt beside her. "Miss, you need to stand and stretch out. Open your diaphragm to get the air in."

It was caramel pecan man. Addie turned her head to look at him -- and lost her breath all over again.

Holy honey, he's beautiful. 

He was close, so close she could taste him on the air between them. Green grass, sunshine, and a rushing wind through lemon trees. He was huge. Larger than life. Too big to take in all at once. Shirtless and sweaty with bold tattoos adorning his torso and left arm. Addie's thoughts were in a swirling chaos of confusion -- and not one she could blame entirely on the rugby ball assault. She couldn't take in all of him at once so she grabbed on to pieces. Salt taffy brown eyes soft with concern. Military style buzz cut. Golden brown skin taut on rippling muscles. A bone carving gleamed white against his chest, suspended from a leather rope. Abs. Holy honey, are they painted on? Ridged abs so clearly defined and so perfectly in symmetry with the rest of his chiselled tapestry of muscle that they couldn't possibly be real, could they?

Addie totally understood then why Tina had chucked her under the proverbial bus and light-switched to sultry Southern temptress. And she didn't blame her. This boy-man was a rugby god of perfection. And he was crouching over her with his hand on her back.

Her inner Southern flirt girl stuck her chest out, tossed her blonde hair back and gave him a breathy smile. You can kick a rugby ball at me any day, every day. Yes, Addie knew that was pathetic and innane. But she blamed it on her reduced oxygen intake. She was wildly thankful her inner Southern girl stayed hidden deep on the inside.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

FREE through 9/3 'Situationships: Relationship Poems and Short Stories' by John Holley Jr.


SITUATIONSHIPS is a collection of poems and short stories about everyday relationships. It was written all based on REAL STORIES from REAL PEOPLE. John Holley Jr. interviewed many people of many different ages and backgrounds and used their stories as inspirations. Every story and poem is based off one of their stories.

*Dealing with great sex but a bad relationship 
*Living with a liar 
*Being alone in a relationship 
*Missing your ex 
*What it means to have the title 
*Relationships where kids are involved

About the author:

Coach, speaker and author John Holley Jr. (some of you may know him as Coach John Holley) was born and raised in Tampa, FL. He is probably better known as a motivational/self-help author (Circus Elephant), but his love of poetry and romance novels played a part in him writing Situationships. John being a single man who has never been married, has been through his fare share of relationships and knew there are so many people who can relate.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

'Emoting in Poetry' by Shaun Dickinson


Incidents happen in our lives. Incidents inspire creativity. Like everyone, things happen to me, sight smell sound experience. From poetry about my hometown of Cambridge to computers going wrong to love, it's all here. So join me as we review some incidents as I Emote in Poetry.

Read an excerpt:
When You Look At Me


About the author:

Shaun Dickinson was bon on 20/06/86. He lived in Cambridge in the United Kingdom. He went to Brunswidk Nursery, St. Mathews Primary School and Parkside Community College. He currently resides in Eynesbury, St. Neots and went to Emulf Community School.

Diagnosed with learning disability and asthma at a young age, he also has a unique perspective on life and thus become interested in writing in order to express his emotions. He has few close people and was always a social loner. 

He enjoys reading and creative writing and has hopes of one day becoming a school librarian.

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Friday, August 29, 2014

FREE through Labor Day - 'Taking Chances' by Ann Omasta

About the book:

Spice-o-meter Rating: This fun, steamy romance is a solid 7.5, maybe an 8, on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being mild (Grandma’s diary – let’s hope!) and 10 being Ooh La La, I’m blushing, but I can’t seem to stop turning the pages (The Fifty Shades of Grey Red Room of Pain).

If YOU love reading about naughty, complicated love-triangles or enjoy fun, contemporary romance novels with surprising twists along the way, get ready to spend the day reading “Taking Chances.”

This fast-paced, exciting story follows the passionate journey of Abigail Brown, a 28-year-old divorcee who has never had an orgasm, much to her chagrin. Despite being self-conscious about what she considers to be her body's 'failings,' she has built a terrific life for herself in the quaint, lakeside town of Harbor Shores, Michigan. Abby thinks that she has discovered her 'happily ever after' ending when she stumbles upon the perfect man, who shows her the intense sensual bliss that her body is capable of enjoying. Just when you think you have this book all figured out, some unexpected surprises come along and completely shake up Abby's world.

About the author:

1. I despise whipped cream. There, I admitted it in writing. Let the ridiculing begin.
2. Even though I have lived as far south as Key Largo, Florida and as far north as Maine, I landed in the middle.
3. If I don't make a conscious effort not to, I will drink nothing but tea morning, noon, and night.
4. There doesn't seem to be much in life that is better than coming home to a big dog who is overjoyed to see me. My other family members usually show significantly less enthusiasm about my return.
5. Singing in my bestest, loudest voice does not make my family put on their happy faces. This includes the big, loving dog referenced above.
6. Yes, I am aware that bestest is not a word.
7. Dorothy was right. There's no place like home.
8. All of the numerous bottles in my shower must be lined up, with their labels facing out. It makes me feel a little like Julia Roberts' mean husband from the movie 'Sleeping with the Enemy,' but I can't seem to control this particular quirk.
9. I love, love, love finding a great bargain.
10. Did I mention that I hate whipped cream?

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

'Sound Bites: A Rock & Roll Love Story' by Rachel K. Burke


Renee Evans has a knack for trouble. After walking in on her best friend and boyfriend in bed together, twenty-five year-old Renee flees her dream job as a music journalist in sunny Los Angeles and returns to her hometown of Boston – only to meet Dylan Cavallari, the mysterious, aspiring musician who lives in her apartment building. Dylan’s piercing gaze and womanizing demeanor make him exactly the type of guy that Renee should steer clear of – which is most likely the reason she falls for him. But when Renee’s troublesome ex comes back and threatens to drive her and Dylan apart, Renee is forced to face her past and save her relationship with Dylan before it's too late. Sound Bites is a novel about love, friendship, betrayal, forgiveness, and the power of music to help you find your way.

Author Bio: 

Rachel discovered she wanted to be a writer at the age of ten, when her love of R.L. Stine murder mystery novels inspired her to start writing her own.

In 2008, she began freelance writing for several magazines including Prevention, Jamsbio and Worcester Magazine.

Rachel graduated from Bridgewater University in 2011 with a B.A. in Communications and Media Studies. She currently resides in Santa Monica, CA.

For more information on Rachel and her upcoming fiction, please visit


Twitter: @RachelKBurke

Monday, August 25, 2014

Cover Reveal! A Shift in the Water' by Patricia D. Eddy


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covergifTitle: A Shift in the Water
Series: Elemental Shifter # 1
Author: Patricia D. Eddy
Audience: Adult
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Formats: E-book and Paperback
Publisher: PageCurl Publishing and Promotion
Cover by: Ravven
Editor: Clare C. Marshall
Expected Date of Publishing: September 23, 2014

Mara Taylor is dying. A mysterious blood disorder is taking her life and her doctors can't seem to stop it. Only her daily swims offer her any relief. Resigned to her fate, she heads to Orcas Island for one last swim.
Cade Bowman leads a small werewolf pack in Bellingham, Washington. Or he did, before a fire elemental intent on revenge traps him as his wolf. His pack gone, held prisoner by the elemental's charms, he knows death is coming for him.

When Cade's wolf finds Mara, he knows instinctively that she's the key to freeing him from the fire elemental's charm. She's more than that. She's his.

Can Mara free Cade his wolf and save her own life in the process? And if she does, can they survive when they learn the identity of the fire elemental hunting them both?

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The figure emerged from the water. Clad in black, her lean legs ended in curved hips. Gentle swells under the rubber, a blue swim cap, goggles. Long red hair spilled out of her swim cap as she tugged it off. Water trailed down her cheeks. She reached under the bumper and withdrew something small and black. A high-pitched beep came from the car. The hatchback opened and the woman sat down on the edge of the trunk and stripped off her wetsuit. A green bikini covered a body that was too thin—almost as emaciated as his was—with a bluish tinge to her skin that he neither understood nor liked. She moved carefully, as if a sudden step or jerk would shatter her. Beautiful. The word came to the wolf, though he wasn’t even sure what it meant. He only knew that he wanted to get close to her.

The wolf sniffed from his hiding place. A storm of emotions washed over him, thunder in his ears, lightning against his skin, giving him a spark of energy to stumble closer under the bushes. Spring rain, coconut, almonds. Scents he recognized. Weakness. A bitter, bloody tang. It wasn’t him. It was coming from her. Dark smudges shadowed her eyes. Her lips were pale. Sick. She tugged on a pair of fleece pants and a sweatshirt over her skimpy bikini. Wool socks, shoes, and a towel around her wet hair were all added before she rose and hurried over to the building. She disappeared inside. She’d left the trunk open.
Instinct drove him forward, a pull he couldn’t ignore. Mine. It took him two tries to launch himself into her trunk. Blanket. Home. Safe. Good. Thoughts he didn’t understand raced through his battered mind.
Nothing made sense other than the deep feeling of safety that spread over him like the blanket he’d burrowed under. Pain stabbed at every part of him, but he didn’t care. Sleep.

about the author

clip_image005Patricia D. Eddy has been a writer all of her life. She used to sit at her parents' kitchen counter at an Apple IIe typing out short stories. She even wrote a few on their old typewriter. But it wasn't until NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in 2011 that she ever came close to finishing a story she started.
Once that dam broke, the flood waters never receded. Patricia sits down to write every evening after dinner and quite often sees midnight come and go before she heads to bed. She doesn't sleep much. But she wouldn't have it any other way.
In her spare (HA!) time she runs, bikes, swims, yogas, pilates-es, reads, and is terribly addicted to Doctor Who and Sherlock. Apparently she has a thing for quirky British men.

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

FREE August 24th ~ 'The Great Art of Life Is Seduction' by Ashton Rhodes


What freedom does submission offer?

Ashton Rhodes bares her soul and describes her journey of surrender through the skilled and capable hands of Hendrix Larson.

For the first time in her life, headstrong Ashton Rhodes was not in control. She had all but given up on being properly dominated. Her independent attitude left most men feeling they had taken on more than they could handle.

Hendrix Larson however, showed no sign of intimidation when he thrust himself into her life.

Dismissing her apprehension, Ashton allowed herself to be lead into a world of absinthe and secret clubs where anything was possible.

She was finally submitting to the unknown and was certain of nothing more than one simple fact; Hendrix Larson was not to be disobeyed.

Read an excerpt:
“Yes, good girl, good girl!” 
I could hear the smile on his face when he said it, he was breaking me and he loved it and maybe I loved it too. 
He whipped me again, harder, and I didn't hesitate. “Four.... five....six, seven!” I was getting sore, and it was hurting. I wanted it to end, and I dreaded it ending at the same time. 
“Have you learned your lesson?” 
“Yes ,Sir!” Tears were streaming down my face, but I was smiling and felt that the world had been lifted from my shoulders. 
Again I felt the sting of the belt. “Eight....nine!” No, he couldn't stop. He had to stop, or I was going to drop to the ground, but I didn't want this feeling of floating, or maybe ecstasy, to leave me. 
“I'm not sure that you have.” 
I barely choked out, “Ten.” It was hard, and it was final. 
When I saw Hendrix standing there with his belt still in hand, hanging to his calf, and the glimmer of sweat on his forehead, I didn't give a fuck what I looked like. He was my Master, my imprisonment, and my release. He had just given me something that no one ever could before, complete and utter loss of control, and I wanted to smother him with gratitude.