26 May 2015

Looking at Kiru Taye & 'Men of Valor' @KiruTaye @LoveBitesSilk #african #historical #romance

Men of Valor 1- 3 Box Set
Books by Kiru Taye: His Treasure #1, His Strength #2, His Princess #3
Genre: Historical Romance
Release date: May 25, 2015
Photographer: Hector Obeng
Cover design: Love Bites and Silk
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A look into the story
~ INFO for HIS TREASURE ~
IN A TIME when men ruled their households with firm hands, can a quiet man tame his rebellious wife with persevering love?
* Love Romances Café Best Book of 2011
* Kiru smolders with the sensitivity of the loved in describing this man... An exceptional book, well worth the time, money and frustration.....Sigh! ~ Imagervet (Amazon reviewer)
* I didn't want the story to end, it was that good. ~ The Wordsmythe (Amazon reviewer)
* Obinna looked up at her, his eyes fringed by long, dark lashes, a black, expressionless pool she could drown in, always unnerved her. As she couldn’t read his mood, gauging how to tell him what she wanted to say was difficult.
* “Yes, say what’s on your mind Adaku,” he said in his usual deep voice, as he licked his long fingers.
* Something stirred low within her belly. Her eyes hungrily followed his action, and she got distracted. For a brief moment she wished it was her fingers he was licking.
* “That could be arranged.”
* Adaku looked up sharply and Obinna’s brow was lifted with amusement. She realized she must have spoken her thought out loud. Embarrassment and heat washed over her as he took hold of her hand in his large one.
* Somewhere within her mind something shifted. An awareness of Obinna at a primal level registered in her rapidly hazing brain.
* The air suddenly felt warmer and her skin prickled. He took her fingers into his warm mouth in turn, twirling his moist tongue around each. Sensation flooded her body, and she forgot everything else she wanted to say. All she could feel was the stroke of his tongue on her fingers as he sucked and lapped each one.
* His touch scorched her straight to her soul.
* She gasped and his gaze came up, locking on to her and pinning her to the spot. His eyes were filled with a desire she couldn’t explain. His tongue moved down her skin, searing a path to the spot at the center of her palm before licking it. Then he released her hand, and she realized she was trembling.
~ INFO for HIS STRENGTH ~
WHEN A WARRIOR seeks to claim a free-spirited woman, he soon discovers a tigress unwilling to be caged. Is the hunter about to be hunted?
* The story is well told, the characters are tight and multi dimensional. ~ PamelaStitch.com
* I enjoyed the FIERY passion between Ikem and Nneka...their chemistry is totally OFF-THE-CHARTS...and only IGNITED more by their INTENSE and sometimes humorous verbal sparring. ~ Malaika Tamu (Amazon reviewer)
* "Why did you not come to see me when you want me so?" He cocked his eyebrow cynically.
* Her mouth formed an O. "I-I don't want you," she replied in a petulant fashion, shaking her head vigorously. But her eyes told him another story. They were a warm brown and stared at his lips as if expecting him to kiss her.
* Maybe I should oblige her.
* He chuckled. "Liar," he whispered before he lowered his lips to her. But he didn't claim her lips immediately. Instead he feathered her face and neck with kisses, alternating between nipping and licking her sweet-salty skin. Her breathing increased rapidly. When he looked up, he noticed that her eyes were closed. He licked the pulse at her neck before he trailed his lips back up and hovered above her lips. She opened her eyes and moaned softly.
* "Say it, Nneka. You want me to kiss you."
* "Never!" Her voice, as well as her body, trembled as she spoke.
* "Why do you have a tough time admitting what you want? Your eyes and body betray you easily." He laughed as he pushed his thigh between her legs, parting them. He felt the heat and dampness of her hooded pearl against his bare skin.
~ INFO for HIS PRINCESS ~
WITH THE WEIGHT of a kingdom on his shoulders and his honour at stake, can a Prince truly love a slave?
* I loved the hero, who in a land and time of male dominance, chose to be a man without reproach - a man worth losing one's heart to. ~ Empi Baryeh, author
* This book was fantastic. Throughout it I kept wondering how the hero and heroine would end up together. When the major revelation came I said, "Hot holy crap" out loud because I didn't see it coming. ~ Nana Prah, author
* "Rise, Ezinne," he said.
* The intense timbre of his words resonated, doing odd things to her insides. She’d heard him speak before. Still, being alone with him seemed to heighten the effect of his voice on her body.
* She straightened but kept her eyes lowered. She needed to gain back control of her body. If she kept her eyes lowered, away from him, she could keep her body in check.
* "Look at me," he said in a snappy and low… dangerously low tone.
* Was he annoyed?
* Slowly she lifted her chin, her stare connecting with his once more. His lips were pursed, confirming her suspicions of his irritation.
* Anxiety and excitement caused her heart to thump against her chest. Instinct told her to look away. This was the prince. He was capable of crushing her with a snap of his fingers. She should heed the warning.
* Instead, she refused to look away and held his gaze. Infuriation crept up her spine at a snail's pace. She would not be intimidated.
* "When you are in my presence, you will look at me directly," he continued.
* "As you wish, my prince." She nodded and curtsied briefly still maintaining his gaze.
* "And when we are in private like right now, you will use my given name, Emeka."
* Doing that would mean accepting this whole arrangement as his con—companion. She couldn't do that. She wouldn't do that.
* "No, my prince. Regardless of where we are, you are still the Crown Prince of Umunri, and I'm just a servant in your palace. I can't address you by your given name. It is improper."
* "That may be so. But for the next four weeks, you are here to grant my every desire as my concubine."
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* Kiru is the award winning author of His Treasure and bestselling author of The Essien Trilogy series. She writes sensual and passionate multicultural romance stories set mostly in Africa. When she's not writing you can find her either immersed in a good book or catching up with friends and family. She currently lives in the South of England with her very own alpha husband and three children.
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25 May 2015

Looking at Cassandra James from 'Developing Cassandra' @TameriEtherton #humorous #erotica

Today we have Cassandra James visiting from the story Developing Cassandra. Welcome!

Cassandra James, what would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* I’m from a little town in Kansas I’m sure you’ve never heard of, but now I live in Los Angeles. I’ve been here three years and love it. Especially my job. I’m an assistant for one of the finest erotic photographers in the world. He really knows his stuff, which can be a problem sometimes…

Is expressing love difficult for you?
* Expressing love difficult? Naw, why would you ask that? Oh wait, have you been talking to my ex? What did he tell you? I’m not a cold bitch like he thinks, I just needed something else, something he couldn’t give me. I’m not even sure what I need, but I have an idea and it isn’t what anyone would expect from me.

If you could pull your author into your world, what do you think would happen to them?
* Seriously? She’d be asking questions and poking her nose into everyone’s lives. I’m pretty sure she’d convince Stephan and Luca to—oh crap, don’t ever let her in my world, okay? It would be best for everyone.

What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?
* Mmmm, my first Christmas with Luca. He gave me one hell of a present. Oh, and then there was that time in Didier’s playroom when he did this thing with his red riding crop. Yeah, that was nice. So very nice.

What was the least interesting thing that has ever happened to you? (In bed or out.)
* Tenth grade. All of it.

If you were to spend a day with a reader, what would you two do together?
* Well, first I’d take them to the beach to just chill. Then we’d go shopping because LA has some of the best boutiques in the world. Afterward, we’d head to Didier’s studio for a salon shoot. If he or she had any energy at the end of the day, we’d go to a club.

Where do you see yourself in the future? What do you hope to accomplish?
* Oh crap. I hate these questions. I want to be working for myself, traveling the world, and having radically hot sex with Luca. Not necessarily in that order.

Now for some author information!
* My author is Tameri Tiara. Tameri Tiara spends her days creating worlds where love is love no matter size, coloring, or sexual attraction. She believes love is something to be celebrated everyday. Currently, she makes her home in Southern California with her husband, three fish, two dogs, and a finicky cat. An adventurer at heart, Tameri has been known to fly to foreign lands at a moment’s notice, but has never been base jumping.
* (Note: At the time of this interview my author was in the process of changing her pen name from Niki Hart to Tameri Tiara, so if you see the name Niki, don't panic. She's actually Tameri Tiara. :) )
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A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
The camera never lies…
* When it comes to sex, Cassandra James is about as exciting as dryer lint. Until one night when her boss, a famed erotic photographer, invites her into the scene. Her world explodes with new desires, hidden fantasies, and an insatiable need to experience all she can. Including the wicked crops and crosses in her boss’s playroom.
* The only thing keeping Cassie from truly committing to this new lifestyle is the gorgeous model who lives across the hall. But a guy like him would never understand the wants of a woman like her…
* Luciano De Moreno is more than just an international model. Once the premiere stud in one of Hollywood’s top producer’s stable, he craves more from life than being someone’s pony. What he desires just happens to live across the hall. But there’s no way a good girl like Cassie could ever love a man like him. A man with a sordid past and a penchant for crops and floggers.
* Just when it looks like he might have a chance, their future is threatened by a power player from Luca’s distant past. It will take a daring choice, but Luca is determined to be free from his blackmailer.
* First, he must confess his sins to Cassandra.
~ Excerpt ~
* She tried not to notice his muscled abs or well-defined arms. Or his bare chest and long legs. Silky basketball shorts hung dangerously from his hips. Just one tug would have them off in a moment. Flustered at the thought, she stared at his bare feet, which weren’t in the least bit sexy.
* At the second floor landing, he held out his hand to her. “I’m Luciano. My friends call me Luca.”
* She took his hand in hers, delighting in the warmth and strength of it. “I’m Cassandra. My friends call me Cassie.”
* “Cassandra. Very beautiful name.” His hand held hers and he leaned in to whisper, “And woman.”
* A player. Just her luck the hot new neighbor would be a player. She moved in front of him, releasing his grip on her hand. It felt cold and empty. “Thanks.”
* “You don’t sound sincere in your gratitude.” His perfect lips edged toward the ground in a little boy pout.
* She mocked surprise. “I don’t? Oh gee whiz, I’m sorry.” She flashed him a knowing grin. “Look, I’ve lived in this city long enough to know I’m not one of the beautiful people. Usually when guys hit on me, they just want one thing. After they get it, they’re on to the next ‘beautiful woman’ they see. Why don’t I save us both the time and trouble and let you know, I’m not interested.”
* Where the hell did that come from? Of course she was interested. Wasn’t this the same guy who was starring in her fantasies every night?
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23 May 2015

Top 10 with Zee Monodee & 'Whisk Me Up' @ZeeMonodee @LoveBitesSilk #Romance #England


Whisk Me Up by +Zee Monodee
Havisham Park, Book 1
Small-town contemporary Romance set in Yorkshire, England
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Top 10 Facts about Whisk Me Up
1. The main theme that drove this book is Mary Beth’s battle with anorexia. This implied tons of research into the condition, and I hope I managed to portray the struggle of someone with anorexia and show them that there is hope out there.
2. I had to learn what it implies to be a chef – so for many months, I lived and breathed through cookbooks, cooking shows, and reading about the life of a chef (hello, Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential!) as well as learning the techniques a chef would use (immense thanks to Michael Ruhlman for his books Ratio and Ruhlman’s Twenty which pretty much became my – and Niall’s – cooking bible).
3. Got immersed in the world of modelling…especially going behind-the-scenes of some iconic stuff like the Victoria’s Secret annual lingerie show. Found out that being a model is much harder and tougher than it appears.
4. Howard Castle in Yorkshire is the location I just knew I had to use as Havisham Hall when I first encountered it in the movie Garfield: A tale of two kitties. The grandeur of this restored castle never fails to astound me. The real Howard Castle is not located in the northern Yorkshire dales, though – that was my creative license with the setting.
5. Of course, this would veer into a series with me – I just cannot seem to be able to write single-title books and leave well enough alone. So it started as the stories of 3 sisters…and as I wrote, other characters grafted themselves into this world and begged to have their stories told, too.
6. The idea to make Havisham Park and its villages the best kept secret regarding the discrepancy in the man to woman ratio came as something totally out there that I thought of…and then I thought, why not? Thus, the Havisham Park hunks were born *grin*
7. Learning the Yorkshire lingo and dialect was an education in itself! For months, I immersed myself in listening to only Yorkshire folks and also watching British soapie Emmerdale which takes place in Yorkshire. Replicating the accent wasn’t easy, and it also proved like an entirely other language. I hope I have done them justice though in the way I have put across their accent and manner of speech in the book.
8. I wanted to go back to my storytelling roots for this series, so the heat level is mainly sensual and not overly hot and descriptive as my edgier Corpus Brides espionage series. I wanted Havisham Park to be about soap opera-style romance that tugs at the heartstrings, so the focus is more on relationships in there.
9. Whisk Me Up was my first ever attempt at NaNoWriMo back in 2013. For the first time in my life, I committed myself to write 50,000 words in a month…but I ended up going above and beyond and penning close to 77,000 words within 25 days of said month. This proved a turning point for me, because I had suddenly found the manner of writing that best suited me.
10. At least 9 other books are planned in this series thus far, and I hope I will get the chance to write them in the coming years and bring them to you, fellow readers.
A look into the story

* After fainting backstage at a fashion week, supermodel Mary Beth Beresford is forced to go into hiding in the sleepy North Yorkshire village of Stonydale in Havisham Park when her sisters kidnap her and bring her there to their late father’s family stronghold so she’ll face the truth - she is anorexic.
* Never one to be bossed around, Mary Beth attempts to break out the very next morning...only to land onto the path of the gorgeous, Viking-like pub owner and chef, Niall Barry.
* Suddenly, sticking around in this one-horse town doesn’t look like Purgatory anymore.
* But Niall is a very private person who shies away from celebrity, and Mary Beth is one of the biggest celebs on the planet. Not to mention that she is an aristocrat - daughter of the late earl and member of the peerage - while he is simply a working-class chef.
* Is any relationship between them doomed to collapse like a failed soufflé?
* Something about this lass didn’t add up.
* She jerked in his arms, and clamped her lips shut before pressing a hand to her mouth. A garbled sound came from her throat and her skin paled, beads of sweat erupting at her temples.
* He grabbed her shoulders; to steady her or to keep her in place, he knew not.
* “Are you sick? Is it your blood sugar, if you’re diabetic?”
* She struck him as much too young for diabetes, but stranger things happened in the world.
* “Fine,” she bit out behind her hand and shook her head, sending her ponytail flying.
* Early twenties, he’d say. Still a girl. Off-limits for him, being on the wrong side of thirty. He released her.
* “You’re not fine.” Could he have growled more if he’d wanted?
* She bristled and shrugged away from his touch. “And you’re not my keeper.”
* This scrap of a lass wanted to take him on?
* Niall drew to his six-five height and towered over her. You could put two like her side-to-side and only then would she match him somewhat in width.
* But she poked that pointed chin out and stared him down, even if she appeared on the brink of collapse.
* “The saying is, ‘you’re not my mother’,” he threw out in a bid to unsettle her.
* She snorted. “Like she ever cared.”
* Late teen/young adult rebellion? Hence the druggie route?
* “Well, you’re in my place, and under my roof, you do as I say.”
* “But of course, if you say so, Thor.”
* Bit of a smart mouth, ain’t she? With his build, blond hair, and Viking ancestry, he’d been compared to the Norse god many a time.
* Then her eyes rolled back, and she slumped.
* Hell fire! “Calling the doctor.”
* He picked her up again and brought her to the back, into the office, where he lay her down on the worn settee.
* “No!”
* “Listen, lass. You almost passed out three times in the past quarter hour—”
* “I told you I’m not sick. I came out for a run but got lost and been out longer than I planned.”
* “And you set out on an empty stomach, I bet.” Where that certitude came from, he knew not.
* “I had a protein shake, okay?” She had the gall to glare at him.
* He leaned down and peered into her face. “Don’ cut it with me. You’d need to run mile afore that worked off. Hardly in sweat, are you?”
* Fire flashed in her gaze, and she pursed her lips as if to refrain from cursing him, or worse, spitting into his face.
* “Stay put,” he ordered as he dashed out of the room and into the kitchen across the corridor. From the oven, he pulled a dish of leftover shepherd’s pie he’d heated up for Anna. Lord knew the woman never remembered to eat. Anorexic at her age; he snorted.
* Eeh bah gum. The lass back there? Way too thin. She probably hardly ate a thing.
* “Where are you off to?” he barked from the kitchen doorway.
* She froze in the corridor. “On my way out.”
* “Not afore you eaten summa’.”
* “Gosh dang! Ya never let up, duntya?”
* Author, editor, smitten wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween boy, best-buddy stepmum to a teenage lad, bookaholic, lover of all things fluffy & pink, chronic shoeholic, incompetent housewife desperate to channel Nigella Lawson (and who’ll prolly always fail at making domestic goddess status)...
* Zee hails from the multicultural, rainbow-nation island of Mauritius, in the southern Indian Ocean, where she grew up on the figurative fence—one side had her ancestors’ Indian and Muslim culture; the other had modernity and the global village. When one day she realised she could dip her toes into both sides without losing her integrity, she found her identity.
* This quest for ‘finding your place’ is what she attempts to bring in all her stories, across all the genres she writes. Her heroines represent today’s women trying to reconcile love, life, & relationships in a melting pot of cultures, while her heroes are Alpha men who often get put back into their rightful place by the headstrong women she writes. Love is always a winner in her stories, though; that’s a given.
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