Sunday, July 24, 2016

When the Wrong Guy is Actually the Right Guy


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Have you ever dated the wrong guy for the right reasons? That’s my heroine Samantha Rushford’s problem in my newest lighthearted, sexy small town romance This Loving Feeling. She craves stability, and all she wants is the white-picket-fence dream of a normal home and family life. She’s dating a man who seems to be “Mr. Right”:  he’s ivy-league educated, from an old New England family, has ambitious political aspirations…

The thing I had the most fun with when I wrote This Loving Feeling was toying with that notion—that the perfect-on-paper guy isn’t at all, and the across-the-tracks, biker, tatted-up auto mechanic who got shuffled from one foster home to another for years is actually the Hero with the Heart of Gold.

Here’s why I think Lukas Spikonos (rhymes with the island Mykonos), the “wrong” guy, is really the rightest guy of all for Sam (and I hope you’ll think so too): 

--He’ll do anything for her, including embarrass himself by singing her a song in front of the entire town, even though for years he believed staying away from her was the best thing.

--He has no clue how to be a good father, but he does his best with his adorable little nephew Stavros (Stevie).

--He’s hot. He’s Greek! Enough said J. Unlike the guy on my recent Entangled cover with the dragon tattoo, Lukas has a snake wrapped around one bicep. And a sleeve tattoo. I guess I’ve been thinking about tattoos a lot lately…

--He lets high school kids wash his tour bus for their fundraiser.

--He can clown around for a kids’ birthday party. He also clowns around with Samantha, but she dishes it right back, as seen in this excerpt: 

EXCERPT

      How could Samantha get turned on by a guy in full clown makeup? Was that unnatural? She’d never flirted with a clown before. Come to think of it, she never wanted to again. Because it was kind of creepy.

“Okay, kids. Gather round,” Lukas said, honking his clown horn. For right now, they were a rapt audience. And they would be, for as long as their attention spans held. Which, in her experience, was about ten seconds.

“Okay, hot assistant, get ready,” he said in a low voice.

She shot him the stink eye.

“For this next part, my brainy assistant will lie down on this bench,” he said out loud to the kids. He dragged a wooden picnic bench over from Meg and Ben’s lawn table.

She cocked a brow. “Are you going to saw me in half?”

“Sweetheart,” he said, his face very near, his voice rumbly and soft, “there’s a lot of things I could think of doing with you all stretched out in front of me, but sawing you in half isn’t one of them.” He reached out a hand to help her into position. She lay down on the bench, her feet hanging over the edge, making sure her dress was tucked in.

“How are you feeling today, Samantha?” He bent over and stuck his big clown nose close to her face. She squeezed it. The kids laughed.

 “I feel great,” she said warily. “And I’d like to stay that way.”

“Open your mouth.”

“You aren’t going to try something, are you?”

“Oh, please,” he said in a low voice. “If I try something, it isn’t going to be in front of a yard of screaming five year olds.”

He reached down near her ear and began to pull ribbon out of somewhere—multicolored, red, green, yellow, blue, on and on it flowed.

“What did you eat for breakfast?” he exclaimed loudly.

The kids thought that was hysterical.

“Um, a rainbow?” she answered. The kids roared. Apparently that was also funny. Score one for the brainy assistant.

He helped her up until she stood next to him.

“Thank you for being so clever, Vanna White.”

“Go to hell,” she said between her teeth, still smiling.

“Close your eyes.”

“Bite me.”

“I should have cut you in half,” he mumbled.

THIS LOVING FEELING

Samantha Rushford’s future looks bright: the high school art teacher is getting ready to leave Mirror Lake and move to Boston with her ambitious boyfriend, and she hopes a diamond ring is just around the corner. But her past still has a hold on her—especially the bittersweet memory of her rebellious ex, who kissed her passionately before he left town without a word.

Since then, Lukas Spikonos has parlayed his rebel ways into life as an up-and-coming recording artist. When he shows up for a surprise gig at the high school prom, Sam is more dumbstruck than starstruck—he used the words of a poem she wrote about their breakup to create a number one hit. But Lukas hasn’t returned just to impress students; he’s facing some real-life responsibilities and needs Sam’s help. But she has her own unresolved issues about the life she wants to lead. Will the music—and the pull of true love and family—put their hearts back in harmony?


GIVEAWAY: 
One e-copy of This Loving Feeling to a commenter who answers the question, did you ever date a “wrong” guy who turned out to be the right guy? Or do you think that that’s usually a bad idea?

BIO:
Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about courageous but flawed characters who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a former Golden Heart winner who writes series romance for Entangled Publishing and lighthearted contemporary romance for Montlake Publishing. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, three kids, and Posey, a rescue cat with attitude.

Author Email: mjesber17@gmail.com
Author Website: www.mirandaliasson.com

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Friday, July 22, 2016

Six Month Rule

With: A.J. Pine

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I love a good meet cute. Even better if we can see instant attraction between a couple. Even better if that instant attraction is against the characters’ better judgment and maybe, possibly, in complete contradiction to how the characters feel about each other personally. In SIX MONTH RULE (the second book in a series of connected yet stand-alone stories), Holly’s first impression of the hero, Will, goes from cartoon-eyes-bugging-out-of-her-head to thinking he’s a complete jerk…and then a few minutes later when she formally meets him to seeing him as the guy who stole her corner office. I loved stirring up the conflict between these two right from the get go. It made their story so much fun to write—and hopefully to read. To find out how Holly and Will go from this meet cute gone wrong to (hopefully) happily ever after, I hope you’ll check out SIX MONTH RULE.
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Holly’s eyes trailed from the soft, black leather loafer to the cuff of the slate-colored pants expertly cut to fit these legs only. Then there was the jacket and vest, buttoned snug over a lean, taut torso. Holly thanked the stars for perfectly tailored suits. And vests. What was it about a man in a vest?

“Thank you.”

Her head shot up to see the words directed at an older woman who depressed the door-open button. The voice was deep and buttercream smooth. And was that…an English accent?

Her ovaries might have gone supernova, but she could hold it together for one more floor. Holly Chandler wasn’t a girl to lose it in an elevator, no matter how much those two words, spoken in that voice, with that accent, melted her insides.

When the circle of light lit up number five, Holly let out a long breath. The doors opened, and she exited with all the other folks who were on their way to a caffeine
boost. As she did, she caught Mr. Ferragamo checking out her four-inch peep-toe booties, and a surge of confidence jolted her back to the Holly she knew she was.

“Like what you see?” she asked, stopping to glance down the length of her own legs to where his eyes still rested. This brought his head up with a snap, and a dark wave tumbled
onto his forehead before he finger-combed it back into place.

He cleared his throat. “You pull off last season’s design well enough, but I’d have gone for the red,” he said, and those words, despite the velvet ribbon they were tied up in, pieced her insides right back together.

Holly brushed past him, ovaries once again intact.

“Ass,” she muttered, and then let the promise of a hazelnut double pump patch the tiny puncture in her bubble. Of course she could pull off last season’s design. She could rock the hell out of last season’s freaking design, because all she could afford right now were the free samples. But in less than an hour that would all change. The first thing she’d buy with her new salary would be next season’s Jimmy Choos. But they sure as hell would not be red.

SIX MONTH RULE

Taurus: Hold fast to your single-minded nature today—no matter how long her legs or how lush her red lips.
Gemini: You were a shining star last night, but reality can be a real—well, you get the picture. Just remember: Tall, dark, and British equals no corner office for you.
Will Evans never wanted a reason to stay.
Holly Chandler wants nothing more than for him to go.
But neither one is prepared for what can happen in six months. Because it doesn't matter what you want when what you need walks out the door.

Holly’s been busting her butt to make partner at Trousseau, and there’s no way she’s going to let some stuck-up British arsehole get in her way—no matter how drop-dead gorgeous he is. But that doesn’t mean she can’t have a little fun in the process. She has a six-month rule: date just long enough for the honeymoon phase to wear off, then walk away before anyone gets hurt. If they both know the rules up front, walking away will be a piece of cake. Or maybe not…

About A.J. Pine:
AJ Pine writes stories to break readers’ hearts, but don’t worry—authorshe’ll mend them with a happily ever after. As an English teacher and a librarian, AJ has always surrounded herself with books. All her favorites have one big commonality–romance. Naturally, the books she writes have the same. When she’s not writing, she’s of course reading. Then there’s online shopping (everything from groceries to shoes). And a tiny bit of TV where she nourishes her undying love of vampires, superheroes, and a certain high-functioning sociopath detective. You’ll also find her hanging with her family in the Chicago ‘burbs. AJ is represented by Courtney Miller-Callihan of Handspun Literary.

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Author Twitter: @AJ_Pine
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Giveaway:
Thanks for reading, everyone, and thanks to JCR for having me on the blog! I’d like to give one lucky reader an e-copy of book one in the Kingston Ale House series, THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY, along with one item from the Kingston Ale House store! Enter the rafflecopter below for a chance to win!

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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

TROUBLE WALKS IN

With: Sara Humphreys

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TROUBLE WALKS IN

Available August 2, 2016

He could be the man to rescue her
Big city K-9 cop Ronan McGuire loves women, loves his dog, loves his job—but when old flame Maddy Morgan moves into his jurisdiction, he can’t think about anyone else. Ronan knows she’s way out of his league, but he’s determined to help Maddy live life to the fullest.

In more ways than one
With tragedy in her past, Maddy has immersed herself in work and swiftly made a name for herself in the hot New York City real estate market. She’s looking for safety, not love, but Ronan McGuire is as persistent as he is sexy, and his crooked smile is hard to resist. But all other concerns are wiped away when Maddy goes missing and Ronan and his bloodhound K-9 partner are tasked with finding her and bringing her home.

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Excerpt:
Ronan McGuire loved women, and until recently, he’d enjoyed a variety of them. All of that had changed when Maddy Morgan came roaring back into his life. The moment he’d laid eyes on her at his parent’s anniversary party last summer, it had been like a kick in the gut. She was as gorgeous as she’d been back in high school, and just as unattainable. As far as she’d been concerned, he had merely been the pesky brother of her best friend’s boyfriend.

Ronan would see her around town when he went home to visit over the years, but nothing had changed and she was still out of his reach. Maddy and Rick had been practically joined at the hip for years. Ronan was many things, but a home wrecker wasn’t one of them. Rick had been a good guy and he seemed to make Maddy happy, so that had been good enough for Ronan. He had never considered himself the jealous type, but every time he saw the two of them together, the green-eyed monster would rear its ugly head.

When had he first fallen for her? If he had to nail it down, it was when she punched out Billy Hollibrand in the school parking lot. Maddy was feisty—a take-no-shit kind of girl—and if you asked Ronan’s mother, that was exactly the type of woman he needed. Hollibrand had been the town bully, and when Maddy moved there in ninth grade, Billy made the mistake of trying to push her around. The jerkoff made fun of her curly hair and grabbed her ass. Two seconds later, the boy was on the ground nursing a bloody nose.

A smile curved Ronan’s lips at the memory.

“Yo, McGuire.” His captain’s voice pulled him from his daydreaming. “You awake over there?”

Bowser was lying in his bed next to Ronan’s desk, but he lifted his head and turned his brown eyes toward Ronan when the captain approached. If Ronan didn’t know better, he’d swear the dog was laughing at him.

“Wide awake, Cap.” Ronan adjusted his chair as Bowser settled his snout on his front paws again. “Can’t say the same for my partner.”

Bowser whined and made a snuffling sound before closing his eyes. Ronan couldn’t really blame the dog—he was pretty beat himself. They had gotten back-to-back calls from two departments upstate. Not all of the counties in the state had K-9s, so he and Bowser helped out when necessary, lending a hand—or a paw—as needed.

Both cases had been high-stress with even higher stakes.

Luckily the little girl who had wandered away from her family’s campsite was found safely, and so was the teenager who got separated from her friends on a hike. She must have been the only teen girl in the tristate area who didn’t have a damn cell phone attached to her. Needless to say, it had been long days and longer nights, but both searches ended with happy parents.

Captain Jenkins strolled over, hoisting his uniform pants over his belly. The guy might be out of shape and only a couple years from retirement, but he was one of the best cops Ronan had worked with. Jenkins and his partner, Saratoga, a sweet bloodhound with wide, caramel-colored eyes, were in-house most of the time these days. Saratoga was retired, but like all K-9s, she would live out the rest of her days with her partner and his family. In Jenkins’s case, that was only him.

“Why are you and Bowser here?” Jenkins settled his hands on his hips and pointed at Bowser just as Saratoga sidled over and lay down next to her friend. “You two have been goin’ nonstop for the past three days. You should have taken today off, and you know it.”
“No can do, Cap.” Ronan hit a few buttons on the keyboard and printed out his report from the last search. “My brother is getting married in a few weeks, and I’ll be out for a while. I’ll be using up the rest of my time for the year, and I can’t risk not being able to go because I didn’t do my paperwork. I’m the best man after all.”

“That you are, McGuire,” Jenkins said through a snort of laughter. “But all work and no play, and you’re gonna end up like me and Sara here. All we got is each other and this damn job. No wife, no kids. Just me and her.” He smiled at the aging bloodhound who currently had her head nestled on top of Bowser’s. “Ain’t that right, sweetie?”

The old girl whined in response but didn’t move.

“Seriously, McGuire,” Jenkins said, sitting in the chair in front of Ronan’s desk. “You coulda taken today, y’know. You sure as hell have enough time leftover.”

“Really, Cap.” Ronan shook his head and held up one hand. “I’m fine.”

“Right. You always are.” Jenkins’s mouth set in a thin line. “How’s your friend? Didn’t you say that your girlfriend, that real estate agent lady, knew the Bowman woman they found by the river?”

“She’s not my girlfriend. Maddy’s just an old friend from back home.” Ronan went to the printer and grabbed the reports. “But yes, she knew Lucille Bowman, at least casually. Maddy’s a broker, and they ran in some of the same professional circles.”

“Well, tell your friend to watch her ass.”

Ronan stilled and carefully placed the reports on his desk. A knot of dread curled in his gut, and the serious expression on the captain’s face didn’t do anything to ease it.

“They think the murder was somehow connected to Lucille’s job?” Ronan let out a slow breath. “Shit.”

“Don’t know yet.” Jenkins folded his hands on top of his round belly. “All they know right now is she was supposed to show an apartment on the West Side—an open house or something—and she never made it. Hell, those real estate people have all their contact info online now. It’s easy to find someone and track ’em down, if you want to.”

“What are they thinking?” Ronan’s gut clenched.

“Husband ain’t good for it,” Jenkins said. “His alibi is airtight. No affairs, financials are in order. Whoever did this knew her though—or at least knew where she was going. Hell, she obviously didn’t get dragged through the streets of the city kicking and screaming, so odds are that she knew the perp in some way. They’re still waiting on toxicology. You know that shit takes forever.”

“Damn it.” Ronan ran one hand over his face and sat in his chair. “Maddy is always doing those open houses. Not to mention the running around she does for individual appointments. She works her ass off. You’d think that her life depended on it.” He let out a slow sigh. “Hell, she lives and breathes it.”

“You’d know somethin’ about that. Wouldn’t ya?”

“It’s not the same thing, Cap. Those rich, fancy clients of hers freakin’ love her because she drops everything to get them what they need. The woman is nothing if not tenacious.”

“I guess that includes resisting your charms, eh, McGuire?” Jenkins laughed and wagged a finger at Ronan. “You like this broad, so don’t even try to deny it.”

“Of course I do. We’re friends.”

“Yeah but you wanna be more than friends.” Jenkins raised his salt-and-pepper eyebrows. “You know how I can tell?”

“No.” Ronan stapled the reports and busied himself, trying not to let Jenkins know how right he was. “Enlighten me.”

“Ever since she came to town, you haven’t been out on a single date.” Jenkins hoisted his rotund form out of the chair with a groan. “And for a guy who seemed to have a different date almost every Saturday night for the past several years, that seems a bit odd. Don’t ya think?”

About the Author:
Sara Humphreys is the award winning author of the Amoveo Legend series. The third book in the series, UNTAMED, won two PRISM awards--Dark Paranormal and Best of the Best. The first two novels from her Dead in the City series have been nominated for the National Readers Choice Award. Sara was also a professional actress. Some of her television credits include, A&E Biography, Guiding Light, Another World, As the World Turns and Rescue Me.


She loves writing hot heroes and heroines with moxie but above all, Sara adores a satisfying happily-ever-after. She lives in New York with Mr. H., their four amazing sons, and two adorable pups. When she's not writing or hanging out with the men in her life, she can be found working out with Shaun T in her living room or chatting with readers on Facebook. 

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Tuesday, July 19, 2016

A couple of fun facts about me.


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Do you have any fun facts you’d like to share? Anyone who comments goes into the running for a signed hardcover copy of Winning the Boss’s Heart or an e-copy.

I’ll break the ice. A couple of fun facts about me?

I can shake my eyes on command – talent right there!

When I was seven I was awarded ‘Most Improved’ at ballet. I still have the cup. I was terrible at ballet.  

I have never parallel parked a car.

Here’s some fun facts about Sophie Callaghan, the heroine in Bound to the Bounty Hunter.

Sophie is a Young and the Restless addict, but don’t ask her if she’s team Newman or Abbot. She won’t tell.

She collects snow globes – all ninety-four and counting. Her favorite is Dorothy with her trademark ruby slippers S. You are my night and day. 7 May engraved on the bottom.

Growing up she had thought body contact between a man and a woman was for reproduction only. Anything else was the equivalent of eating kittens’ souls and chanting in tongues.

Works as a private investigator and a second job as a waitress in a biker bar.

Eats two minute noodles so she can cook for her elderly neighbors every Thursday.

Has a dog with a gas problem. Let’s just say Pongo can clear a room in ten seconds flat.

She didn’t realize her preacher father was a con artist. She’s now on a mission to pay everyone he conned back.

She can tie a cherry stem in a knot with her tongue.

She’s determined to stay out of Harlan Franco’s way after he faked his attraction to her all for the sake of napping a bail jumper they were both after.

BOUND TO THE BOUNTY HUNTER

Harlan Franco, Colorado's busiest bounty hunter and security expert, lives by his own rules: be in control, be detached, and never mix business with pleasure. These rules are tested when the woman he's being paid to secretly guard is none other than the sexy, unpredictable, pain in the butt, Sophie Callaghan––a woman determined to stay away from him. If Sophie finds out he’s in her life on an assignment, he'll never get the info he needs. But those lips, those curves, that attitude… If he could only have her for one night where she'd play by his rules.

Freedom-loving private investigator Sophie Callaghan is on a mission. The daughter of a con-artist is not going to be used by a man again. What she doesn't need is hot, broody, and controlling Harlan barging into her life. Her brain may say no, but her body craves this bad boy.

After a night where both live out their darkest desires, Sophie tries to fight the explosive chemistry between them. But the ties that bind her heart to this bounty hunter are tight and tangled.


Here’s a little peek of Bound to the Bounty Hunter.

“What exactly are you doing here?” Harlan asked. “Doesn’t seem your scene,” he said, leading her again across the creaking wooden floor.

Sophie moved left and tried to pull him in the same direction.

“Dancing to ‘Happenin’ Hits Back in the Day has been on my bucket list for a while,” she said through gritted teeth when he wouldn’t budge. “Next week is knitting coats for cats.”
She went to move left but he went to move right.

“You have to let me lead,” he said, his breath tickling her ear.

She stood on her toes, her lips brushing his earlobe and thought for a moment she’d heard him growl. “No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.”

His hands tightened on her waist, and with gentle force he moved her in the direction he wanted her to go.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“We’re waltzing.” His fingers pressed deeper.

One hand splayed across the bottom of her spine, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her in tight.

Hip to hip, chest to chest, his unique scent of soap, sweat, and man filling her.

Everyone else melted away.

His pulse steady and slow against her fingertips. His head resting lightly on the top of hers. They moved in time to the slow beat.

“Letting me take control wasn’t too bad.” A smile teased his lips.

The mood broken like a boulder landing in a still pond, she stiffened and pulled back.

His eyes flashed. “Oh, hell no. You all soft against me? I’m not giving that up.” He pulled her against him and touched his lips to her neck.

She fought the heat that traveled down the column of her neck then exploded throughout her body.

And failed.

The music turned into a sultry tango.

Her head whipped left.

A tango.

A sexy tango when you weren’t sexy, with a man who radiated sex appeal and whose tank was topped up?

No.

She tried to fight her way out of his hold, but he tightened his grip.

All the insecurities of growing up as the too-tall, too plain girl, growing into the too-tall, too-plain woman, clawed at her insides.

“Let me go,” she whispered.

About Hayson Manning: 
I love Princess Bride, Young and the Restless, Days of our Lives—the drama is deliciously addictive. Big Bang Theory but will take Wolowitz over Cooper. Star Trek not Star Wars. Undercover Boss, Secret Millionaire—any story that shows the little guy making it. I follow the Buffalo Bills like a religion. I am spellbound by showjumping and equestrian eventing.  I love curling up and reading all books—no genre is off-topic. I like ironing, hate peas, love donkeys. I play a killer game of Scrabble, but usually lose. I will often be heading towards the fridge for another Diet Coke. I eat nothing with legs and believe wine goes with everything, oh and I’m an expert at finding new and inventive ways to avoid exercise.

I live in the sparkly beachside suburb of Redondo Beach in California with my fake Gordon Ramsay and two boys who speak in mystifying grunts.

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Monday, July 18, 2016

Gina's top five choices for tattoos


I’ve always had a fascination with tattoos. I find them beautiful, intriguing, and innately sexy. I especially love the tribal and Celtic designs, and the small, tasteful tattoos on the inner wrist or back of the neck. I’ve considered getting one but haven’t taken that step just yet. I do enjoy putting them on my characters though. Mostly on my heroes. But in book 2 of my Sweet Love series, Totally, Sweetly, Irrevocably, my heroine has several.

Gina is one of those free-spirited, confident, life-loving people who does exactly what she pleases and doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her. She’s tattooed, pierced, and has gorgeous galaxy-colored hair that I wish I was cool enough to pull off.

If I was a bit more like Gina, these would be my top five choices for tattoos:
  1. A heartbeat line ending in a heart in white ink on my inner wrist – I really love the white ink tattoos (and how amazing would those look under a black light?!?). My first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage and I’ve always thought that a tattoo representing my baby’s heartbeat would be a beautiful tribute.
  2. Something book related – as an author and lifelong booklover, something related to books would be perfect for me. I’ve seen some beautiful tattoos like books where the pages are flying away like birds. Something like that on the shoulder are really beautiful. A quote from a favorite book would also be fun. I’d love something like “Always” from Harry Potter, or something from Outlander…something short and simple that evokes a lot of emotion.
  3. Celtic or tribal designs – I really love the intricate Celtic knots and designs. There are so many incredibly beautiful possibilities!
  4. Music – I play the piano. While I don’t get to play as much as I would like, music is still a very important part of my life. I would love something like a few musical notes or the treble clef sign or something similar.
  5. Birds – I really love Tris’s tattoo in Divergent. I also really love owls and peacocks, so something along those lines would be fun.  

I don’t know if I’ll ever get one. My mother would kill me (and yes, even at 39 that would still deter me lol), but even if I don’t, I still enjoy pinning them on my pinterest boards. Just in case. And in the meantime, I can keep living a bit vicariously through my characters ;-)

Totally, Sweetly, Irrevocably by Kira Archer
Release Date: July 18, 2016

TOTALLY, SWEETLY, IRREVOCABLY

When Officer Rick Boyd answers a call about a peeping Tom, he doesn’t expect to find a gorgeous woman holding the binoculars. But Gina Silvano’s no peeping Tom, and she can catch her cupcake truck’s kinky vandals herself, thank you very much. No sexy cops required.

No matter how hot their stakeouts, by-the-book Officer Boyd can’t see a future with a dangerous, rule-breaking wild-child who despises the law. He’s never felt more alive, though, and expunging her from his heart might be impossible.

But loving each other might cost them more than they are able to give.



About the Author:
Kira Archer resides in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kiddos, and far too many animals in the house. She tends to laugh at inappropriate moments, break all the rules she gives her kids (but only when they aren't looking), and would rather be reading a book than doing almost anything else. She has odd, eclectic tastes in just about everything and often lets her imagination run away with her. She loves her romances a little playful, a lot sexy, and always with a happily ever after.

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Sunday, July 17, 2016

His Driven Domme


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HIS DRIVEN DOMME
(The Dungeon Fantasy Club Series, Book 4)

Jesse Noble loves fast cars and even faster women. A professional race car driver, he’s used to being in the driver’s seat, until a devastating loss on the track forces him to walk away from the only life he’s ever known. After months of rehab and soul-sucking depression, Jesse heads to his friend’s place in Scotland, thinking a month or two of indulging in the fleshy delights of the Dungeon Fantasy Club will help him maneuver the road to recovery more than any painkillers.

Lucy Martin is the mistress and commander of her world. Labeled an ‘Ice Queen’ by her co-workers, she hides her tender and passionate heart from the world, even as she hopes to one day find a man who will help soothe her shattered heart. Now her best friend Zoey, the only person on the planet Lucy can confide in, has gone AWOL and left the country for some Scottish laird. On a mission to rescue her BFF, Lucy travels to Mulladoch Manor and has her world turned on its axis; finding herself in an exclusive BDSM club where she feels right at home.

When the dominant Jesse spies the luscious Lucy sporting four-inch stilettos and leather in the Dungeon Fantasy Club, he surrenders to a night of mind-blowing ecstasy, her caresses somehow driving away every one of his inner demons with supreme skill. In the race of his life, Jesse moves out of the driver’s seat and willingly becomes her passenger – if only she’ll continue tying him up and paddling his bare ass into the most erotically charged, world altering orgasms he’s ever experienced.

When their past secrets are revealed, Jesse will have to convince Lucy to enter the fast lane with him – and prove that he’s willing to submit to all of his Domme’s utmost desires. Can he make the ultimate sacrifice and give up control – for love?

Publisher’s Note: While this is the fourth installment of Anya Summer’s Dungeon Fantasy Club series, like all the books in the series, it can be read as a standalone. It contains explicit sexual themes including anal play and BDSM elements, as well as femdom scenes. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

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Lucy in a sea of club goers was suddenly alone in the crowd. Her shoulders straight, she dared any man, any Dom, to try and cart her off to one of the scene areas to be disciplined. She'd have their balls in a vice grip before they could even utter a command. Many of the Doms present recognized her authority and command as an equal, cutting a wide berth around her as she prowled up to the bar.
The butler, Jared, was behind the bar and she almost hooted at the shocked look on his face.
"What can I get ya?" he bit out, clearly not over his snit from earlier, and he neither conceded defeat nor backed down. She had to respect the attitude. Like always recognized like, so instead of blustering, she gave him a slight nod of recognition; one Domme to another. He understood the gesture and, hell, was that respect gleaming in his yummy eyes?
"Glass of chardonnay."
She noticed that he grabbed a bottle of the stuff she and the girls had been drinking earlier, raising him up a few notches in her esteem.
"How did you get down here, anyway?" he asked as he set a glass of wine in front of her.
"Zoey," she replied, studying his reaction as she lifted her glass. His face traveled from surprise, to joy, to pissed off Dom in all of two seconds.
"I'm going to tan her hide," she heard him snarl.
"Afraid Declan already beat you to the punch, J-man." On every front, she thought, watching his reaction as he located Zoey bent over the spanking horse. There was love and affection hidden under the hard Dom exterior. Lucy could only hope that his feelings for Zoey would diminish.
"I should tan yours as well, for being here uninvited," Jared threatened, in what he must consider his big bad Dom tone of voice. Probably made most subs quake in their boots; problem was, she wasn't a sub. Far from it.
"Oh honey, I'd have your balls twisted in a clamp before you laid a finger on me, but you're welcome to try," she dared as she leaned into the bar and continued, "And I have a killer ass."
Deep, scruffy male laughter guffawed from a barstool to her left. "She's got you there, Jared, on both accounts."
Then Jared, looking for all the world like he wanted nothing more than to lay into her behind with a switch, stepped away from the bar. He had a singular destination in mind stamped across his features; her best friend. God, she hoped she'd done the right thing there, egging him on that way. Maybe they could have a successful polyamorous relationship and Zoey and Declan could still be a married couple.
"Nice. I haven't seen Jared worked up like that in a long time. Thanks for livening the place up a bit."
"Anytime." She swiveled her head with an unrepentant smile plastered to her face and almost choked on her sip of wine.
Wowzers! What have we here?

Anya Summers

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with a M.A. in History.
Anya is a #1 Amazon Bestselling and Award-Winning Author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name, Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the midwest with her two furry felines.
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