A Look At Athol Donaldson from 'A Dom's Decision - Athol's Story' ~ @RavenMcAllan @evernightpub #BDSM #Gay

..Today we have Athol Donaldson visiting from the story A Dom's Decision - Athol's Story (Dommisimma book 2). Welcome!

..Athol Donaldson, what would you like to tell readers about yourself?
......I am—was—a twin. Sadly my twin wasn't a nice person. He really thought everyone owed him everything. Hell my parents blamed me for his shortcomings. I was like hello, he's him and I'm me. Two people. This caused more than a shed load of problems, and even split me up from the ones I loved. So not good.
......Yeah, I thought I'd got over it. Boy was I wrong. But hey ho, that's me. I'm big enough and ugly enough to admit to my mistakes. Sort of. Anyway that's another story, or, well, part of this story.
......I live in Scotland, in a village not too far from Glasgow. I'm a psychologist, who works in the city and a BDSM Master, who plays and teaches in the city. Yes before you ask the two do help each other. Oh and I'm gay. That doesn't bother me, but boy did it cause complications.
......We got to where the story begins because some one is shit-stirring, and bringing up old happenings. Sadly it doesn't affect just me, and it makes my blood boil when I see the effect it has on other people.
......Except…well…without it, I would never have gone to Edan, my one true love, and begun to re-explore what we had together, and what, maybe, we could have again…

..Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
......Yeah why not? You can't please all of the people all of the time. shrug or even half of the people half of the time. Edan loves me, other things are going good, so sod those who think I'm weird or half a man or whatever. Horses for courses, or Doms for Doms.

..Is humor important? Why or why not?
......Oh you have to laugh. Lets face it, dangly bits are funny. A naked man isn’t an oil painting. What we do with the dangly bits? Snigger now that's a whole new ball game. Oh sheesh sorry about the double entendres. Blame Edan, he's always teasing me about them, so now I just say them to make him roll his eyes. He does such a good eye roll…
......Seriously though, if you can laugh, think positive thoughts, see the funny side of something it sure makes life a lot better. It puts your mind in a healthier place and makes you less likely to be negative about anything. And if something is out to break you, you bend rather than snap. Oh and it uses more facial muscles in a good way, so the frown lines run away and hide.

..Does your author ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?
......Does she ever, eh Raven? Well she did, and I refused to play. I took my balls home and told her to put a sock in it. So as she says, we er negotiated… (for that read I ignored her) for a few months, and then she decided to listen to me. It was all plain sailing then. I told her the story, and she wrote it.

..What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?
......Hmmm every time with Edan is the best. I love that man. Though we did once go sailing in the med. Making love on the deck under the stars was magical. Then next day, a storm blew up and boy was I sea sick. (well I said it was a storm the captain and Edan say it was a wee bit of a wind…Hmmm…) We've never been sailing again. I now go green looking at the waves on a duckpond. Edan says it was the number of mussels I ate…

..What was the least interesting thing that has ever happened to you? (In bed or out.)
......Sitting in the Gare Du Nord in Paris without any change, and waiting, just waiting for a train. Normally I love railway stations, especially in Paris, but this night was truly boring. Few people, few trains, and no change for the snack machine.

..What’s your take on Linsey, the owner of Dommisimma?
......Linsey? Bless her cotton socks she's a complicated woman. Well all women are, but she takes it to higher levels. Knows who she loves, too bloody stubborn to compromise. She's a fantastic Domme, a great manager, and a loving caring compassionate woman. But shit, she will not give in. One day there's going to be fireworks and I'm going to be there to watch them. and give points for style and execution.

..Where do you see yourself in the future? What do you hope to accomplish?
......With Edan, with all my problems sorted out (ha, that'll be the day, keep a look out for flying pigs). Well all the usual, you know better person, live happily and healthily, travel, write a book… Nah really I want to be with Edan. Just that.

..Now for some author information!
......My author is Raven McAllan. Raven A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
......She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

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..Now for some book information!
..A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ ......When is a Dom not a Dom? When it stops him from being with the man he loves…
......Athol Donaldson lost many people in his life, his lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth morning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems intent on causing trouble from beyond the grave.
......It forces Athol to seek out the one man he's never forgotten.
......Edan Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip through his fingers again. He's lost him once, and as they're forced to pull together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl, their love for each other blossoms.
......Surely, being Doms doesn't mean they can't compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their final undoing?
......Be Warned: m/m sex, BDSM
~ Excerpt ~ ......"Fuck first—talk later?" Edan smiled. "Sounds good. So strip. Stretch out on the bed and let's explore again."
......That was jumping in with a vengeance. Was revisiting your first lover like riding a bicycle? Once done never forgotten? He'd soon find out.
......Athol decided it felt strange to have Edan watching him as he undid his zipper and stroked it carefully down the sensitive skin of his prick. Edan's gaze was so intense, Athol's hands shook, as he held the metal away from his body. Foreskin in zip teeth wasn't a good omen.
......"You going to reciprocate?" Athol asked as he inched his jeans and boxers over his cock. The head glistened with pre cum, and Edan's indrawn breath, told him more than words that the sight excited both of them.
......"Who's the, ah fuck it, lets just both ask and receive, eh?" Edan toed off his shoes and undid his belt buckle in a hurry. "Last one naked loses the next decision."
......Athol laughed as his shoes caught in his jeans as he tried to remove the clothes and not the footwear. It wasn’t possible, so with a quick check of where Edan stood, he grinned and pushed Edan. Edan whooped and fell onto the bed with his denims around his ankles. He waved his legs in the air.
......"Cheat."
......"Yeah." Athol jumped and landed on the bed next to Edan. He rolled over and grabbed Edan to hold him close, and thrust his tongue in between Edan's parted lips.

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A Look At Iyana Jenna & 'A Home for Jesse' ~ @IyanaJenna @jmsbooksllc #gay #romance

Today we have author Iyana Jenna visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Starting writing extensively after her obsession of The Lord of the Rings, Iyana finds herself unable to stop and keeps on writing especially when life gives her lemons. She only began to publish her stories this year after a constant nagging from a friend who thought it would be such a waste to keep the stories for herself. To Iyana, writing is never a waste. When not writing, Iyana sings, shouts, and jumps around with her kid pupils in the class, or travels around the country for her day job.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* The title of my new release is A Home for Jesse. It’s a single title of an m/m romance novella.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* I was inspired to write this story after I saw a scene in a TV series showing a character sleeping on a bench by the side of the road. It made me think of a homeless person who didn’t have anywhere else to sleep but a bench in a park. He had no place to stay, no job, no money.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Trey Miller is an actor, tall, handsome, not too dark.

Describe the other hero in five words.
* Jesse Gray is a homeless PA.

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* Definitely Jesse Gray because he leads such a sad life and I love angst.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* Jesse sighs, gathers his bags—his only possessions, and walks out of the gate. There is a park across the street, and benches are strewn all over the place. That should do for him for tonight.

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Jesse Gray can’t get more unlucky. His roommate left him and he gets kicked out when he can’t afford the rent. Next, the owner of the fast food joint where he works part-time suddenly tells him he no longer works there. Jesse still has a job as a PA on a movie set but the pay will never be enough to afford even the cheapest room in Hollywood. There’s only one place left to stay the night -- in the park.
* Trey Miller is the star on a TV series where Jesse works. They bump into each other one night while leaving the set, and Trey thinks Jesse is much too good-looking to only be a PA. When he learns of Jesse’s financial condition, he offers a place to stay at his house. Having no other options, Jesse reluctantly accepts the offer, but what’s the catch?
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
~ Excerpt ~ * This ain’t so bad. Jesse pats his laden backpack. He stretches himself on the bench and lowers his head onto the bag, grimacing at the bumps pressing against his head and neck. Awesome. He is going to have major cricks and headaches come morning. That is if he’s not suffering from early signs of pneumonia.
* Jesse shifts and grunts and finally gives up. He sits up, takes off his jacket, and spreads it over his front before he lies down again. Moving a bit again to find the most comfortable position, he thinks, Fuck, now my shorts are stuck in the crack of my ass. Jesse reaches down and pulls them free -- ah, that’s better.
* He takes a deep breath. So he’s a bum now, is he? His ma would be heartbroken if she knew. She could blame him for being such a hard head and insisting on having his own way. Jesse stares blankly at the leaves swaying on treetops, at the shadows of the swings dancing in the dark, at the stars blinking mockingly down at him. At least the fact that they are up there means that the sky is cloudless and Jesse doesn’t need to worry about the possibility of rain tonight. Getting soaked when the only place he has to sleep is this park would be a pain in the ass, not to mention hazardous to his health. Jesse also hopes no cops will come patrolling tonight.
* Weary to the bone, Jesse curls both hands under the side of his face and gives in to slumber.

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A Look At Gregory Bellarmine & 'The Blood That Cries in the Ground' ~ @VRevGB @GoddessFish #scifi #fantasy

Today we have author Gregory Bellarmine visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Gregory Bellarmine is the author of the bestselling Monthly Roman Breviary. He lives a happy though sometimes sleepless life in the UK with his wife, two children and rather cheeky Parson Russell Terrier.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My story The Blood That Cries in the Ground.






A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Italy. A tough master of novices, Father Dante encounters the bold young priest Antonio who challenges his identity and accuses him of being the Saint Nicholas. But despite the Father faking his death, a determined Antonio discovers a rather alive Dante arrayed in kilt and armor.
* In return for Antonio’s silence—and to protect the town from attracting all manner of darkness—Dante agrees to tell his life story. Without explanation, Dante orders Antonio to meet him at night in the abandoned Cathedral, the site of a former battle that the Church has kept secret for a generation.
* Until today.
* The Criskindl. Ice Steeds. The Unborn. Saint.
* From the Dark Ages’ when Poet-Sorcerers ruled kings, to the Holy Land when a new civilization was rising, to Revolutionary France where love is lost and gained, Father Dante pursues the one responsible for both his master and his mother’s deaths: Black Peter, his brother.
~ Excerpt ~ * I stood up and snarled. "All this for a romp?"
* Catherine walloped a blurring slap across my face. Though lights danced in my periphery, I fiddled with my jaw to click it back into place.
* "My flesh is pure, Nicholas. Is yours?"
* She spun on her heel and wheeled towards the night-dark palace. Wrath trailed her like her billowing fur, an anger punctuated by images that flashed into my mind. One vision showed Catherine as a girl: enraptured, she listened to stories of a man of powerful purpose; another had her beat an armored opponent twice her age in straight-sword combat, but her thoughts always wandered to a future where some day she would find me.
* A wind billowed my vestment. "Befana gave me a wife? Why?"
* Once the darkness had consumed my Catherine, a dread poisoned my heart. I ran after her, and the second I took my first stride, I partially understood why Befana had sent her. I was alone.
* "Catherine!"
* A giddiness filled me, only for a terrible fear to steal into my soul. What had I done?
* "Catherine please?"
* I headed for the balcony and midway up the stone steps, she paused in a half turn, her lips parted just so. I took a deep savoring breath.

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A Look At Mike Anderson from 'Auctioned to Protect' ~ @mamaD8 @LoveBitesSilk @sirenbookstrand #BDSM

..Today we have Mike Anderson visiting from the story Auctioned to Protect. Welcome!

..Mike Anderson, what would you like to tell readers about yourself?
......* Hi, and thanks for letting me hang out here for a while. My name is Mike, and I'm a cop with the Metropolitan Police. That's really all I can say, because my team and I mainly work undercover, and my current case is… let's just say I'm grateful to be able to come home to My Lady. She has a rather unique way of taking my mind off things. *smirks*
......* I first met Scarlett at Club Spectrum, when I got the crazy notion to rescue my sister Laura from that place, in the first book of the series. I say crazy, because lil sis was there of her own free will, and yeah…
......*looks pensive and rubs a hand up and down his scruffy jaw*
......* Both Scarlett and Doris will kill me, if I give the game away to those that haven't read the series yet, but suffice to say I was being a complete and utter dickhead, and deserved what's coming to me.
......* Anyhow in this story I'm the one on the auction blog. I'm under cover to protect Scarlett, and in doing so… *grins*
......* If you tell anyone this I'll fucking have you, but what My Lady and I have is special, and I'm told rather a unique dynamic, but I wouldn't know too much about that.
......* All I care is that Scarlett is My Lady, and I'd do just about anything for her.

..Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
......* Fuck yes. They see Mike, the cop, and keeping them at arm's length suits me. I couldn't give two hoots what folks think of me, as long as it gets the job done.
......* Only, Scarlett, Laura and her Dom Slade, Master Pedro, and Smithy, my second in command really get to see the other side of me.
......* And just so we're clear on one thing. I only submit to My Lady, Scarlett. Anyone else try that shit they'll be eating their teeth.

..Is expressing love difficult for you? Why or why not?
......* Agh, the L- word. Before I met Scarlett, I'm not even sure I knew what love meant anymore. I'd fallen out with Laura, who was like the only family I had left, and… yeah… I'm a cop, you know.
......* Relationships and police work, especially my line of work, they don’t mix too well. You need a hell of a strong woman to put up with that. I can be gone, days, weeks, months, which is fine. It gets the job done and the scum of this world needs taking care of, but it doesn't leave much room for relationships. You throw feelings into the mix and the people you care about end up getting hurt, or hurting you. *shrugs shoulders*
......* So, yeah, it's not easy for me, but My Lady made me see that love is worth fighting for.

..Does your author ever try to take over the story? And how do you deal with it?
......* Hah, she can try, but she won't succeed. I know Doris pulled her hair out at what she calls my stubbornness, but, hey it's my story, and I won’t be rushed by anyone. Stopped talking to her for a while and that told her. She says I was sulking… I say I was merely showing her who's boss. *grins*

..If you could pull your author into your world, what do you think would happen to them?
......*Laughs*
......* She'd get herself into a shit load of trouble for being bratty, and she'd enjoy her punishment a bit too much!

..What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?
......* When My Lady made me see the strength that can be found in submission. What we have… what she does to me… I can't even begin to explain it, but she makes me fly, and nothing else matters but her in those moments. She made me a promise once. She was going to give me the best fucking orgasm I ever had…. She did. *grins*

..What’s your take on Master Pedro?
......* I can't wait to see Master Pedro find his match, myself. That Spaniard and I have locked horns on more than one occasion, but, hey, as infuriating, and arrogant as the bastard is, he's become a friend.
......* Not sure I'd want to be on the receiving end of his cane, mind you. That guy isn't called a Sadist for nothing, but call it intuition or sommat, the man's not happy. My Lady is worried about him, and I don't like to see her worried.

..Where do you see yourself in the future? What do you hope to accomplish?
......* I'm happy with the Status Quo at the moment. I have a job I love, a woman I adore…
......*grins sheepishly*
......* That makes me sound like a fucking Hallmark card, but it's the truth. As long as I have My Lady, and my sister with me, life is pretty damn good.

..Now for some author information!
......* My author is Doris O'Connor. Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
......* There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
......* She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

..You can find my author, Doris O'Connor, here...
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..Now for some book information!
..A look into the story

..
~ Blurb ~ ......[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]
......* Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.
......* Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.
......* Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?
......Note: This book contains a heroine who is a domme. ..
~ Excerpt ~ ......* “I’m sure you would, big boy, but I want you to use your words. After all, how am I supposed to know if you’re any good at it otherwise? I might be wasting my time.”
......* He crunched his teeth together and balled his hands into white-knuckled fists on his thighs. When he looked up at her again, his eyes were almost black with need. Seeing her own lust reflected in his eyes pitched her arousal one step higher and she was suddenly desperate to take this to the next level.
......* “I’d start by grabbing that damn zip end with my teeth and pull it away until I could reveal your cunt layer by layer. I’d take my time and drive you crazy, as my breath teased your moist folds, and I would lap at your cream. I’d lick and nibble my way around the outer lips and then delve deeper inside until I found your sweet spot. I’d coax that little nubbin with my teeth until it swelled and peeked out of his hiding place proud and strong. Then I’d use my hands to spread you wide, so you opened to me, and I’d blow across your moist flesh, until you’re so needy for me that your hands yank at my hair and push me into your cunt. Then I’d lick you all over, without touching your clit and then I’d use my tongue to fuck your sweet hole. You’ll be gushing for me and I’ll take you right to the edge and then I’ll leave you hanging until you can’t stand it anymore, and you scream for me to make you come. Then and only then I’ll suck your clit so hard you see stars whilst my fingers fuck you into multiple orgasms, and if you’re a very good girl I’ll even let you have my cock.”

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A Look At K. E. Shade & 'Muir Bhreatan' ~ @PamBitner @breathlesspress #pirates

Today we have author K. E. Shade visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* K. E. Shade is multi-published author Kastil Eavenshade in disguise pandering her romantic shenanigans. When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties, she's dreaming up her next heart-beating tale. No period in history—past, present, or future—is safe from the clutches of her muse. Her passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh Penguins hockey. She credits her parents for her free spirit as they've always supported her in every aspect of her life. Without them, she wouldn't be here. :D

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* Muir Bhreatan is a historical pirate tale based in and around Ireland. It is the first in what I hope will be a series.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* I love doing historical fiction and the base of the story surrounded two brothers but grew into something much more. Every ship has a berth and most men of the sea have a woman they call their own. The more I read on the 17th century, the more the story grew into a journey into getting back to that one lass that holds the heart of the hero.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Passionate, cunning, torn, determined, and PIRATE!

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Fiery, temptress, loyal, strong, and unwavering.

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* Daithi, the brother of the hero. It's his ultimate sacrifice that helps his brother return to his beloved Kaitlin.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* [Daithi] "I decided to take a more chivalrous road."
* "Oh aye?" Aedan chuckled. "Has it fallen off yet from yer chivalry then?"

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Aedan O' Loinsigh's only love beyond the sea is his Kaitlin. Captured, he uses his knowledge of the seas to get back to his love.
* Liberators of gold from the British on the high seas, Aedan O' Loinsigh and his brother have never shied away from a challenge on the open waters. Aedan's only tie to solid ground is the lovely Kaitlin who possesses him like no other. When the brothers are captured and awaiting execution, a mysterious man offers to free them if they pay off their debt aboard his ship. The brothers waste no time in agreeing to the proposal only to find their new lives are not much better than those of slaves. Desperate to reach Kaitlin again, Aedan must figure out a way to save not only the other indentured servants aboard the ship but get back to his true love. Salvation could come at a price. One that Aedan will have to live with for the rest of his life. ~ Excerpt ~ * "Kaitlin." He warned. Her coy smile answered his cautioned tone. Any sense of reason he had fled along with his blood flow to his swelling manhood. Words would not form on his lips as she sank to her knees. His wily vixen tempted him to utter the one thing she craved to hear. He murmured her name and sent a silent prayer to his brother to forgive him for his weakness.
* The booming crash of waves startled Aedan from his desires. "No." He stumbled back. The disappointment shone in her face, and he turned away. "Does our relationship mean so little to ye that ye trick me with ye wiles?" He laced up his trousers.
* "Does ye rule on having women on board mean so much that ye leave me time and time again to wonder if I'll see ye again?" She stomped past, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around. His hands grasped her shoulders.
* "I care about keeping ye safe, Kaitlin." He shook her. "Barbary Corsairs. That is who owned the ship we sunk that all those not of my crew had the displeasure of meeting. If they ran, their feet were struck with a cane. If their stomachs ached, their bellies met with the cane as well. Yer a woman, Kaitlin. Those men had wives—daughters! All sold into slavery."
* She tore from his grasp. "I can take care of me own." Her words were bold, but Aedan caught the tremble in her limbs. She ran back toward the tavern.
* He watched her go, scrubbing his face. If he wanted her to do unnatural things to his crotch instead of the pleasantries she had started, running after her would do the trick. He walked along the beach until he reached the rowboat. The best course would be to sleep off the altercation in the calm of the water and hope Kaitlin came to her senses by morning.

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A Look At Beth D. Carter & 'On Call Mistress' ~ @BethDCarter @evernightpub #erom #rotg

Today we have author Beth D. Carter visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* I have a very dry sense of humor which I put into my books, usually through the comic relief characters (like the best friend). I usually write about the ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances. I usually write about places I’ve lived or been, so my books are set all over the place, including Paris, France where I lived for four months. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web. You can find the links at the end of this post.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* I wanted to share about my new (and first) release with Evernight titled On Call Mistress. It’s a Romance on the Go, which means it’s about 35 pages, long enough for someone to get their romance fix for the day. I like writing these short stories because they’re challenging to get that happy ever after in a short amount of space. It’s not part of a series, although my next two books with Evernight are Romance on the Go, and each one is a little different from the other.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* I thought of the title first and then recalled a country song titled “Addicted” by Dan Seals (Blake Shelton also covered this song). It’s about a woman who was addicted to a man who didn’t realize what a good thing he had. I tweaked it some, added my own flavor and I really liked how this one turned out.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Giovanni Macari- Italian, rich, driven, in love

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Lexy Carmichael- Waitress, mother, loyal, in love

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* I’d say Lexy is my favorite character because she’s a lot like me and a lot like other women out there. She’s a single mom trying to take care of her son and sick grandfather as best as she can. She has a dream (of being a costume designer) that’s she’s had to put on hold for the better of her family, but she’s not bitter about it. Family is everything and all she has for a personal life is a few stolen moments with the man she loves. I think a lot of women can relate to her.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* My favorite line is uttered by Lexy’s friend, Marcy, at the beginning of Chapter One. She’s a comic relief character and is reading from a gossip magazine how Giovanni has broken up with his nineteen year old girlfriend. She says:
* “I mean, what could they possibly have had to talk about once the sex fizzled out? Her homework?”

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * For two years Lexy Carmichael has been having a secret affair with Italian director Giovanni Macari. Every time he flies into Los Angeles, he text her to meet him. And she always goes because she’s fallen in love with him.
* After a night of earth shattering sex, Gio has changed the rules. He asks her for exclusivity because he wants to date her. But Lexy comes with a ready made family…a son Gio knows nothing about. When she tells him the truth will that kill his desire for her? Can the fantasy sex they share translate into something real? ~ Excerpt ~ * As she stared into his eyes, something shifted inside her. Her heart began to race like a thoroughbred in the Kentucky Derby. Her skin prickled, her breathing became shallow, and her pussy clenched with desire. She’d never, ever, had such a knee jerk reaction to a man, and she hadn’t a clue on how to handle it.
* Giovanni’s eyes traced over her face in an intimate sort of way. She felt his cock harden against her stomach, and her panties were instantly drenched as her juices ran. He gave her a sheepish, roguish smile.
* “Hello,” he greeted in a teasing, sexy voice that held just the faintest trace of an accent. “I must admit I’m very happy to meet you.”
* She grinned and felt her dimples crease her cheeks. “I was going to ask if that was a banana in your pocket.”
* He tipped his head back as he laughed. She was fascinated by the muscles in his throat. Really? Throat muscles turned her on?
* “I’m Giovanni Macari.”
* “Lexy. Lexy Carmichael.”
* “Ah. Sexy Lexy.”
* She felt her cheeks heat up. “Not fair. I can’t rhyme Giovanni with anything.”
* “How is it I’ve never run into you before?”
* “Maybe because there’s nine million people in this town?”
* He tilted his head. “Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.”

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A Look At Isobelle Cate ~ @Isobelle_Cate @BeauCoupLLC #gothic #paranormal #romance

Today we have author Isobelle Cate visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Author bio: Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend. Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

What books are you going to tell us about today?
* I'm happy to present my stories Rapture at Midnight & Forever at Midnight. They are books in the Cynn Cruor Bloodline Series.

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ Book 1 in The Cynn Cruor Bloodline Series
* There is an on-going war between two breeds of immortal warriors who carry human, vampire, and werewolf blood, the Cynn Cruor and the Scatha Cruor. The Cynn Cruor wants to live in harmony with the human race. The Scatha Cruor wants to enslave them. Finn Qualtrough, a Cynn Cruor warrior is on a mission to find Dac Valerian, the leader of the Scatha Cruor responsible for the deaths of many, including his parents. When he pursues three Scatha warriors who can lead him to Dac, he happens upon a woman who awakens a desire within Quinn to claim her as his own.
* She is the very essence of his immortal life.
* Eirene Spence is an insomniac and a computer genius who loves walking in the park at midnight. She stumbles upon the Scatha Cruor and is almost killed until a handsome stranger rescues her. His touch ignites a hunger inside her that only he can satisfy.
* He is her soul.
* By some twist of fate, one of Eirene’s clients is Dac Valerian. She is able to tell Finn and the rest of the Cynn Cruor where Dac is hiding. Now Dac wants her dead.
* Will Finn be able to keep Eirene alive and at the same time fulfill his mission? Will Eirene’s wish to be part of Finn’s life come true knowing that he is destined for someone else?
**Warning: intended for mature audiences 18+**
~ Excerpt ~ * Roarke's family had taken Finn in two centuries ago when his uncle, a Cynn mortal and monk had passed away. Roarke was like an older brother to him. Roarke's parents had showered him with all the love he could possibly ask for, While Finn was grateful and happy being part of the Hamilton family, nothing could remove the gaping hole in his heart that losing his parents had made.
* “You okay?” Roarke looked at his second-in-command.
* Finn nodded.
* “Where is she?”
* “It's not necessary, Roarke. She won't bother us,” he said, his jaw clenching.
* Finn heard him sigh slowly.
* “You know I can't allow that.”
* Finn swore underneath his breath before he breathed heavily. Roarke was right. They needed to erase her memory about the existence of the Cruor. For both their sakes. It was how the Cynn had survived this long. It was also how mortals continued on with their lives, not knowing the depths of evil existing in the world. A Cynn Cruor warrior could never reveal their secrets to a human unless they claimed one as their Mate. Until then their two worlds had to remain separate.
* Erasing the female’s memory was also the only way to help her remove the self-loathing she had for what they’d shared. She would not remember him. She would not remember the kiss. Finn felt as if a stone lay heavily in his gut.
* “I'll do it.”
* Roarke arched a thick eyebrow, his arms crossed over his muscled chest.
* “You sure about that? You're still healing, Finn. Your strength is not at an optimum level,” he said. “It doesn't take a genius to see that something happened between the two of you, or you wouldn’t be partially healed.”
* “I'm coming with you.” Finn said as he faced Roarke. Irritation swept over Roarke's face. Finn didn't care. He wanted to be there when Roarke erased her memory.
* Roarke stared at Graeme, Blake, and Zac several feet away from them. They were picking up the Scatha's clothes to dispose of them in a safe place.
* “Does she mean that much to you?” Roarke asked, looking at him with curiosity.
* The question was unexpected and it startled Finn. His eyes narrowed before turning to look at his Cynn Cruor brethren as well.
* “It will pass.”
* For once Finn became uncomfortable under Roarke's censure, but eventually his team leader’s shoulders appeared to relax. He nodded.
* “Let's hope so. For your sake.” He spared Finn a glance before ordering the rest of the Cynn to head back to the Faesten.

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A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ Picking up where Book 1, Rapture at Midnight, left off – Book 2 in “The Cynn Cruor Bloodline Series”
* When Roarke catches a glimpse of Deanna in Dac Valerian’s club, he searches for her in the streets of Manchester just to prove that he hasn’t lost his mind. He is unable to believe Deanna is alive when he’d buried her himself nearly five hundred years before. But when Deanna turns up on the street facing the Cynn Cruor’s headquarters, Roarke needs to know why she’s hid herself from him all these years.
* Knowing her secret can only destroy whatever feelings Roarke has left for her, Deanna remains silent until circumstances force her to reveal everything.
* Hearts are broken on both sides, but Roarke and Deanna have to work together if they are to find a way of ending Dac and the Scatha Cruor’s power once and for all.
* Desire rises and passions are rekindled.
* Will their pursuit of Dac lead to another chance at happiness?
* Or will it forever tear them apart?
**Warning: Contains explicit content and graphic details. 18+ Audience**
~ Excerpt ~ * The fear of the unknown was something he’d never felt before. And now that he had Deanna to think of, the emotion held him in a stranglehold. He closed the door and pivoted around to see Deanna kneeling in the middle of the bed. After a slight hesitation he walked toward his clothes and immediately began to dress. He tamped the uneasiness down and forced his hatred for the Scatha to the fore. So many Cynn Cruor warriors and their spouses had been killed by the Scatha and their leader, Dac Valerian. One of the most brilliant generals under Julius Caesar, Dac used to be known as General Gnaeus Valerius Dacronius. Roarke had no intention of allowing Dac to destroy his new found happiness. He was one of the best warriors of the Cynn Cruor. He would protect Hamel Dun Creag.
* And Deanna.
* Roarke sat down on the bed to lace up his boots. He couldn't look at Deanna as his hands jerked at the laces. He jerked when he felt her hand on his arm. Roarke sighed deeply before turning to her, capturing her mouth with his. His tongue speared through her lips, desperation and anger in his kiss. Although Deanna shared his fear, she poured as much love and hope into her embrace as possible. Their tongues mated eagerly, hungrily, stoking their common desperation.
* Reluctantly, he ended the kiss and placed his forehead against hers.
* “Roarke, you have to go,” she said before placing her arms around him, her cheek resting on his shoulder.
* He nodded, his face a mask of determination, the planes harsh with commitment to his Cynn Cruor brethren.
* “Stay here,” he ordered as he looked at her. She gasped, bringing her hand to her throat. Roarke knew his mate saw his eyes change to red-orange. His mouth pressed into a thin line. “I'm sorry if I frighten you.”
* She shook her head. “You don’t. I know it’s not the time to say this, but I like it.”
* Roarke's mouth twisted to a wry smile.
* Deanna stood up when he did. Her hair covered one breast as if to give her a modicum of modesty, but she was unabashedly unashamed of her nudity, something which Roarke admired. He watched her as she adjusted his leather belt before putting the rest of his tartan over his shoulders. As she walked toward the chair by the corner of the room, the flames from the hearth danced softly against her body. She picked up Roarke's dirk and bent to try and pick up his claymore. Roarke tamped down the surge of lust firing his loins at the sight of her round bottom and swaying hips.
* “You'll have to pick up the sword, my laird,” she said with the barest of smiles as she handed the small dagger to him, hilt first. “I'm but a wee lass to carry the likes of that.”
* He looked at her, then gestured toward the dagger with a thrust of his chin. “Keep it. For your protection.”
* Suddenly, she flung herself at him. Roarke crushed her in his embrace, inhaling her scent of lavender and the smell of their recent lovemaking. Closing his eyes, he kissed her hair. He felt her shudder and give a soft sob. Roarke felt his heart tighten with pain.
* “I will be back, Deanna,” he murmured. “No one can separate us now. I have put my scent on you. You are mine.”
* Gently, he moved back to look at her. “If I die, so will you,” he said. “In the same way, I will become just a shell of myself and eventually join you, should you pass ahead of me.”
* “I will wait for you Roarke,” she said, caressing his face.
* Roarke couldn't help the feeling of pride that filled his heart at her strength of will.
* “I will wait for you to come back to me.”
* “Unless it's necessary, stay here,” he instructed as he grabbed his weapon. “Dinnae open the door to anyone. Understand?”
* Deanna nodded.
* Roarke swooped down to give her a hard kiss.
* Then he was gone.

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A Look At Alison Packard & 'Catching Heat' ~ Mid Week Tease ~ @Alleyfics @CarinaPress #Romance #sports #MWTease

Today we have author Alison Packard visiting. Since she's sharing an excerpt from her story, I figured it'd make a good Mid Week Tease, too. :) Welcome, Alison!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* I’m originally from the San Francisco Bay Area and now live in Southern Nevada. Even though I’ve been here for ten years, I’m still getting used to the scorching summers and the slot machines in every grocery and drug store.
* When I’m not working at the day job that pays the bills, keeps a roof over my head, and supports my book and junk food habits, I spend most of my free time writing. But when I take a break, I enjoy reading, watching movies, and spending time with my family and friends.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* My current release, Catching Heat, is part of my Feeling the Heat series with Carina Press. Although I believe you can read the books out of order and not get confused, the actual order is: Love in the Afternoon, The Winning Season, A Christmas for Carrie (a holiday novella) and Catching Heat.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* I’ve been a fan of marriage of convenience stories for a long time and as I was writing my second book, The Winning Season, I decided that the secondary characters of Angie and J.T. would be the perfect candidates for that particular trope.

Describe the hero in five words.
* Drop dead gorgeous, honest, caring and athletic.

Describe the heroine in five words.
* Responsible, wary, creative and an excellent baker.

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* That’s a tough one. I like all the characters in the book, even the not so nice ones. LOL. But if I have to choose one, I’d have to say Angie. For a very good reason, she has a certain mindset regarding men, especially professional athletes. Seeing her evolve over the course of the book was extremely satisfying.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* “But now that you mention it, I’ve tasted your muffin and I wouldn’t mind tasting it again.”

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Life has taught Angie DeMarco that all baseball players are womanizers, and her incredible one-night stand with sexy San Francisco Blaze back-up catcher J.T. Sawyer seemed to prove it. Determined not to give in to their sizzling chemistry a second time, she’s kept her distance ever since, focusing on her accounting job with the team. But now she’s laid off…and pregnant.
* J.T. was hurt by Angie’s rejection, but with one more year with the Blaze, he has no time for love. He needs to spend the off season training hard so he can negotiate a better contract with a new team at the end of the year. But when Angie shows up on his doorstep, he‘s overwhelmed by wanting to not just do right by her but pursue a relationship with her. Hoping for a second chance, he proposes.
* Angie agrees to marry J.T. on one condition: the marriage will be purely a business arrangement. But as Angie spends time with him and his family, and J.T. neglects his training to spend time with her, what begins as a union in name only slowly grows into something more—something that looks a whole lot like love and friendship.
~ Excerpt ~ * “What are you doing here?” he asked, more harshly than he’d intended. A twinge of guilt hit him but he quickly got over it. They’d had a one night stand—end of story.
* Angie loosened her arms from over her chest to push her hair back. Something she did quite frequently. “I—I need to talk to you.” She paused, bit her lower lip and continued, “It’s important. May I come inside? I don’t want to talk about it in the hall.”
* “Why not?” He fished for his keys in the pocket of his jeans. “This should be interesting,” he muttered as he unlocked the door and hit the light switch by the door as he moved inside. “Sorry about the mess. I’m packing up to head home.” He waved a hand toward the boxes still strewn around the room. Some of them were packed and taped up, but a few were still waiting to be filled.
* “When are you leaving?”
* “Sunday morning.” He closed the door to find Angie standing with her back to him, surveying the disaster that was his living room. It was the perfect opportunity to check out her ass, showcased to perfection in the snug black pants she wore. When she turned, he forced his gaze upward to meet hers. She had the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen—a startling blue that reminded him of the aquamarine gemstones that glittered in the necklace his mother wore on special occasions.
* “Sacramento, right?” Angie fidgeted with the strap of her purse on her shoulder, then clasped her hands together in front of her. She seemed nervous. Why?
* “Yes.” J.T. set his keys on the table next to the entry. “So why are you here?”
* “Now that I’m here, I’m not quite sure how to say it.” She paused and took a deep breath before exhaling. Her face had turned pale and there were dark shadows underneath her eyes. Whatever she had to say seemed to be weighing heavily on her. But what could it be? Was she sorry for avoiding him for weeks? Was she sorry she’d gotten engaged?
* Angie let out another breath. “I’m pregnant.”

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