Interview: Ophelia’s Lessons by @esmaebrowder (The Naughty Shakespeare Series,Book 1) @GoddessFish

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Sweet, innocent Ophelia–she wants nothing more than to marry Hamlet Elsinore. But what does a simple virgin know about pleasing a man like the sophisticated and charming Hamlet? Not a whole lot, but when her seductive roommate, Portia, learns of Ophelia’s interest, she gets Horatio to “teach” the innocent girl everything she’ll need to know to seduce his best friend, Hamlet.

Set in modern day, this prequel to Hamlet is steamy enough to have even the Bard blushing! Enjoy this first book of Literotica in the Naughty Shakespeare series.



Tell us a little about your book?

Ophelia’s Lessons is a modern day, erotic prequel to Shakespeare’s play Hamlet. It’s part of my Naughty Shakespeare series! The last time you probably even thought about Ophelia was when you were reading the Cliff Notes in order to pass a high school English test, right? Shakespeare turned her into a doomed, innocent virgin who was driven mad by the way Hamlet treated her. In my book, we learn why she was so crazy about him in the first place and that Ophelia is just like Brittney Spears claims: Not that innocent!


How much emotion does it take from you to write?

Hm mm….depends on what I’m writing. I use lots of pen names and dabble in many genres. For my erotica series, I usually walk away from my keyboard feeling like I need a drink or a man!


What is your favorite part of the book?

My fave part is when Ophelia begins to take control of her desires and seduces Hamlet’s best friend, Horatio. She grows as a character and we can start to understand that she will do whatever it takes to get her man–even if means pretending to be something that she isn’t!


You can only pick 3 words to describe your main characters..what would they be?

Ophelia: deceptive, sexy, ambitious

Horatio: amorous, determined, handsome


Which was the easiest character to write and the hardest ~ and why?

Portia was the easiest character to write because she’s not actually in the original story of Hamlet. She was a fun creation that gets Ophelia into trouble and tantalizes her with some girl on girl fun. Portia is very naughty!

Hamlet was the most difficult to write because the reader is seeing him through the eyes of Ophelia. Also, this is a prequel. All the things that go down in Hamlet haven’t happened yet. He’s still kind of a spoiled rich kid, so I wanted to have him be that–yet he still had to be appealing to Ophelia.


How many books are you shooting for in this series?

I’ve written three books in the Naughty Shakespeare series: Ophelia’s Lessons, Ravishing Rosaline (a prequel to Romeo and Juliet), and The Taming of the Prude (a retelling of Taming of the Shrew). I see about three more in this series, though I’m tied up with another project right now!


What are you currently working on?

Right now my heart and sex drive are living in the past! I’m working on a story about erotic Pompeii where most of the action occurs the final week before Mt. Vesuvius exploded. It is based on a lot of historical research that I’ve done regarding the out of control sex lives of Pompeii’s residents.


Since we’re cover hussies….what was your first impression of your cover?

Loved it! I’m really into book covers because I believe they are what capture the reader’s attention first. I wish it were the synopsis or the writing itself, but it’s been my experience that the artwork is what causes readers to take a second look. I made sure that all three of my book covers in the Naughty Shakespeare series were linked in small ways. For example, all feature a woman with her face turned away. All three give you a hint of the personality of the woman within the story.


What do you prefer ebooks or paperbacks?

ebooks. I love reading on my kindle!


Is there a genre you would like to write but are a little apprehensive to try?

I would really like to try a straight Regency novel, but I feel like I need more research on the correct terms that applied to society back then.

Okay…. personal time!!!! Oh yeah, I go there… Hahah…

What is on your night stand/dresser?

a feather boa, my engagement picture, socks with holes in them

What are you listening to you right now?

the Nightly News with Diane Sawyer. She’s droning on as I type.

What are you reading right now?

the second book in the Game of Thrones series. It’s a bit slow for me.

What is your favorite season? Holiday?

Thanksgiving! I love food!!!

And what has been your best b-day present ever?

All of my friends joining me for three days in New Orleans for my 40th!

Hard and Quick Time! Don’t think… Just answer!

Are you a quickie kind girl? Yes!

Dark or Milk Chocolate? Dark

Whipped or Melted? whipped

Straight up or with a twist – sex? With a twist, please!!!!

What’s ur fave drink – in a glass or on him? Has he taken a shower? If so, then on him!

Spank or Flogger? Spank it!

Junk or Health Food? Depends on what time of the month it is

Ties or Chains? Ties…but not gray ones.

Leather or Lace? Lace up my bodice!

Soft or Hard… Bed, where was your mind? Mmmm….soft.

Control or Be Controlled? Control

Hot Wax or Whip Cream? Whip cream

Vampire or Werewolf? Ugh…neither. Give me a hot angel instead!

Twitter and/or Facebook? Facebook

Pinterest or not? Pinterest has lost my interest.


excerpt2“Champagne?” he asked.

“Why not?” She smiled at him. “Everything is better with champagne. You taught me that.”

Horatio gave her a warm, knowing smile and signaled a nearby waitress.

“You’re usual?” the girl asked.

“Of course.”

“So you come here a lot?” Ophelia asked as the girl walked away. “You have a usual.”

“Hamlet and I both come here,” Horatio said. “In fact, you may even see him tonight.”

Her heart beat a little faster. Self-conscious, she raised a hand to her hair as her eyes scanned the dance floor. What would Hamlet think if he saw her with Horatio? Was he down from Odessa? Why hadn’t Portia told her?

“Relax, he’s not here yet,” Horatio soothed. He grabbed her hand and squeezed gently. “He’ll text me when he gets here. But I thought you might enjoy a little taste of what he is all about. He has…certain tastes.”

“I don’t know…if he sees me here…I may not be what he wants…”

“Stop. You’re beautiful. That’s exactly what he wants.”

“I’m not. I’m–“

“Stop talking.” His stern voice stopped her in mid-sentence. “See? That’s what he wants. Obedience mixed with innocence and sex appeal.”

He leaned over to her and ran his finger down her shoulder.

“It’s what we all want.”

The touch of his finger, so light, so perfect, sent a chill through her.

He kissed her and she thought she might melt into her seat.

Horatio had never kissed her. Had sex with her, yes. Fucked her till she was practically blind, yes. But kiss her? That wasn’t his thing. She’d seen him do it a thousand times to Portia though.

His lips were soft against hers, his tongue gentle in her mouth as he ran a hand through her hair. The action awoke something primal in her and she found herself pressing against his mouth with her own, kissing him as if her life depended on it. He moaned and the sound urged her on.

“Um…you should pull the curtain.” The waitress was back with the champagne bottle. “Everyone is getting a free show.”

“Maybe that’s how I want it tonight,” Horatio said, kissing Ophelia’s neck before taking the bottle.

“A break from your usual discretion?” The girl shook her head in disbelief. “You are always so private.”

She walked away, leaving Ophelia to wonder about all the things she didn’t know about Horatio, had never even thought to ask.

He glanced down at his phone which buzzed on the table.

“Looks like Hamlet’s out front.” Horatio looked at Ophelia. “You ready?”

“For what exactly?”

“To put on a little show.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Hamlet is going to join us, but you aren’t going to speak or look at him. In fact, he is not to even see your face.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are going to be under the table.”


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Esmae Browder is an ex-Catholic school girl from New Orleans who loves vodka tonics and romance. Combining her love of literature with a flair for erotic fiction, she has created a unique series which includes prequels and retellings of some of the Bard’s most famous works. Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, The Taming of the Shrew–nothing is sacred in Esmae’s Literotica world. You may know your Shakespeare, but you haven’t heard the whole erotic story! An avid blogger at All Things Writing, you can learn more about Esmae there or stop by her website:

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Release Blitz: The Heist by @adrianakraft ~ @cw1985

Planning a heist

Our latest release, The Heist, got its start on a rainy Monday a while back, when hubs and I attended a behind-the-scenes tour at our small Iowa town’s exquisite art museum. A new exhibit was about to open, and we were treated to detailed descriptions of the process of locating and ordering traveling exhibits, shipping them, storing them, uncrating them, hanging them, insuring their safety, and repacking them.

You must know by now that hubs is a criminologist  by profession. It didn’t take us long to be looking for vulnerable spots in the museum’s process, and by the end of the day, with a little internet research on the high stakes world of stolen paintings, we had our basic plot sketched out.

Our next problem was—what painting should be stolen? Clearly, we couldn’t go with an existing well-known piece of art. We opted to create The Three Maids, an entirely fictional trio of medium sized Impressionist portraits, based on what we knew about Monet, Manet, Renoir, Caillebotte, and the women they painted. We’ve put so much detail into the paintings’ descriptions that I keep expecting to see them when I enter an Impressionist display. If no one has painted them yet, I definitely think someone should!

I’ll leave the details of how the actual heist was planned, carried out, and (we hope) foiled for readers to discover—we hope you enjoy reading The Heist as much as we enjoyed creating it!


TheHeistThe Heist

July, 2014

B&B Publishing

ASIN:  B00LNE7366

Romantic Suspense, 81,000 words

Heat rating: Three Flames (Warnings: explicit sex, m/f; light bdsm; sex toys)


blurbA heist? A murder? It’s villain’s choice.

A special-order art theft? Tedious, but seamless – until small town museum director Kara Daniels calls in the experts. Furious her favorite trio of priceless impressionist paintings has been stolen from its traveling exhibit on her watch, Kara is determined to save not only the paintings, but her future in the art world. She’ll stop at nothing to entrap the thief.

Ted Springs knows the underbelly of the criminal world a little closer than he might like—but he’s turned it to good advantage, first as a police officer, and now as detective for the Upper Midwest Arts Council. His job? To guarantee the security of the valuable paintings in the Council’s traveling exhibits.

Heat sizzles when Ted and Kara collide—can they work together, before it’s too late?



excerpt“I and my staff have already done fairly thorough background checks on all the museum employees,” Ted said.

“Oh.” Kara scowled. “I’m not sure I like that.”

“But you expected it?”

“Of course. At some point.”

“I believe in being efficient. Even before certain added incentives.”

“I can always change my mind. I don’t know a thing about you.”

“You know enough. I have large hands.” Ted chuckled when she winced. “I’ve worked for the Upper Midwest Arts Council for five years.”

“And before that?”

“I was a Chicago cop.”


“I went into the army right out of high school and completed my BA degree at U.I.C. while on the force. Funny, isn’t it? While you were working on your MA at the University of Chicago, I was patrolling the streets of Hyde Park and South Chicago.”


“That’s right.”

“Maybe we bumped into each other.”

“I highly doubt that. I wouldn’t forget bumping into you. Remember?”

“Oh, right.” Kara’s flush returned.


bioAdriana Kraft is the pen name for a husband/wife team writing sizzling romantic suspense and erotic romance. The AdrianaKraftaward-winning pair has published over thirty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Romantic pairings include straight m/f, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.




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Promo: Changeling (The Incubus Saga #2) by Amanda Meuwissen




Nathan Grier’s dark fae bounty looms overhead. As he faces the very real threat of becoming a slave to the bounty’s owner, his brother Jim uses his changeling abilities more and more trying to save him. Every changeling throughout history turns evil once their powers manifest, meaning time may be running out for both of them as Jim nears True Awakening. 

Fae hunter and incubus, Sasha Kelly, is prophesized to save Nathan, but while Nathan has embraced his feelings for the other man, he fears their time together will be cut short—either from his impending fate…or Jim’s.

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#Review: Appetites by Lucy O

2940148733546_p0_v1_s260x420blurbMeet sexy chef Susanna as she takes you on a lusty romp through the delights of the kitchen in APPETITES, the first in a new series from Lucy O. As a special bonus, this edition includes two recipes from the story guaranteed to delight your palate and arouse your lust.

Cooking show host Susanna has a knack for making food erotic. When she brings a spoonful of risotto to her rosy lips, all the guys in her audience get hard. But when her boyfriend screws her, then screws her over right before she goes on air, she ruins her career with an open-mic rant that breaks every FCC rule and gets her fired on the spot.

But things are looking up for our delicious little dish. Station owner and billionaire media mogul Ben Elliott has had his eye on Susanna, and now that she needs a job, he pounces. She can be the head chef of his erotic new restaurant, Appetites – if she can pass his personal test. Using only one ingredient, without touching him, she has to make him hard. That’s too easy for Susanna, so she ups the ante by promising to give him the best orgasm of his life – with her lascivious use of chocolate.

Getting the chef job is a cinch. But will Susanna win the billionaire’s heart too?


This is a short story, so I won’t give to much away…. But I was given this book for a review of my honest thoughts… So here goes my review…

Susanna’s job is very sensual… She does a cooking show on live tv, but she not only uses spicy ingredients, she uses her mouth and languages to liven up her show. Sometimes coming close to being censored. She loves food and she loves sex… But she cannot combine the two on tv, lol… At least not on regular television.

Her love life is lacking a few ingredients but she knows she has thrown herself into her job, short changing her relationship with Elliot. She knew that they needed to talk, she just didn’t think it would be on her show that he would call.

This was an interesting storyline for a short story. Since the story is short, I know the story couldn’t have a lot of meat to the storyline but I felt a tad rushed into the story that was being created. I could say that I wish Ms. Lucy could have giving me more story time… But I know that’s not possible. But if you are looking for a quickie.. Pick this one up and let it wet your appetite!


Second Helpings by @charliecochrane ~ @RiptideBooks


I’m thrilled skinny to be dropping in here as part of the Second Helpings blog tour. A million thanks to All I Want and More Books for having me as a guest.


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About Second Helpings

Stuart Collins’s life might as well have ended a year ago when his partner died in a car crash. Even Stuart’s widowed father has found new love with an old friend, Isabel Franklin, so why can’t Stuart be bothered to try?

Then he gets a phone call from Isabel’s son, Paul, who wants to check out whether or not Mr. Collins is good enough for his mother. During dinner together, though, they end up checking out each other. Trouble is, Paul’s got a boyfriend—or maybe he doesn’t, since the boyfriend’s supposedly giving Paul the push by ignoring him. Or maybe Paul just wants to have his cake and eat it too.

Honesty with each other is the only way to move forward. But maybe honesty with themselves is what they really need.


As Charlie Cochrane couldn’t be trusted to do any of her jobs of choice—like managing a rugby team—she writes. Her favourite genre is gay fiction, predominantly historical romances/mysteries.


Charlie’s Cambridge Fellows Series, set in Edwardian England, was instrumental in her being named Author of the Year 2009 by the review site Speak Its Name. She’s a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association, Mystery People, and International Thriller Writers Inc., with titles published by Carina, Samhain, Bold Strokes Books, MLR, and Riptide.

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Desired cvrPublisher: Loveswept

(Random House Publishing Group)

ISBN: 9780553391183

Release date: July 22, 2014

“Characters you care about in a fast-paced story . . . one heck of a sexy read!”—New York Times bestselling author Shayla Black

Readers of Fifty Shades of Grey are sure to love Desired, Stacey Kennedy’s latest seductive, electrifying novel of Club Sin, where fantasy becomes reality.   Kyler Morgan, Master at the legendary Club Sin in Las Vegas, knows how to give women what they want—too well. He hasn’t had a real challenge in a long time. Then Ella Snow enters his life. Beautiful, inhibited, and innocent in the ways of submission and domination, Ella is the new blood he’s been lusting after. Soon, the thrill of training her to embrace his world brings forth desires Kyler cannot control.   After ending an abusive relationship, Ella makes a promise to herself to start living life to the fullest. It’s one of the reasons she seeks out Club Sin. Here, Kyler’s every touch is a lesson in liberation, stirring passions that have no bounds. But as she falls under Kyler’s command, Ella discovers that some secrets are so dark they must come to light. Submission alone may not be enough to save her, leaving her Master with only one question: How can he help Ella heal while unlocking the deep pleasures she craves?   Desired is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.

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excerptForgive me.

Ella’s shoulders slumped and she sighed at her phone. Laughter and joy surrounded her, music and happiness, but her stomach plummeted as she read her husband, Rory Snow’s text. When would he give up? Didn’t a domestic violence protection order say This relationship is over?

As the band played a slow song, she ran her fingers over the scar by her right eye. The mark was a constant reminder of Rory. Every day she looked in the mirror she saw it and thought of him.

All she wanted was to forget. Heck, she’d been doing exactly that. Rory was the jackass who couldn’t let it go. Ella knew she should probably call the Savannah police department to inform them that Rory was contacting her, but she was so damn tired of it all. She had moved on and put Rory into her past of big mistakes.

She’d hoped Rory would do the same.

That didn’t look like it was going to happen anytime soon.

With a grumble, she slipped her phone into her dress pocket and zipped it closed. She scanned through the crowd on the dance floor and her gaze landed on the bride. Aidan’s new wife was beautiful. Thin and elegant, Cora belonged on a magazine cover.

Ella’s heart twisted in the midst of memories of her wedding. Her day hadn’t been so lavish. Rory hadn’t rented out an entire resort at Lake Las Vegas for the event, ensuring their guests had a place to stay. Her wedding had cost all of two thousand dollars, but it had been enough for her.

She’d loved the high school sweetheart she’d met when she was fifteen and married five years later. Had loved him. Right up until Rory started drinking and drowning himself in booze.

Sober Rory was a good man.

Drunk Rory had a violent side.

That violence had shoved Ella face-first into a table. The night she’d got the stitches was the night she’d walked away from him. Six months later, she had left her life in Savannah. She moved to Vegas for the excitement, landing herself an amazing job at Knight Law Firm, working as the assistant for a highly respected defense attorney.

Ella enjoyed working for Aidan, and actually liked him as a person, too. He paid her almost triple what she had made in Savannah. Her professional life couldn’t get any better. It was the personal side of things that remained murky.

As she watched Aidan twirl his new wife around, dancing proudly for all to see, Ella tried to find her smile, but it remained hidden behind pain. Even if ten months had gone by since the night of the abuse, she couldn’t ignore the dark thoughts and her failed marriage.

It took six months to find the courage to file divorce papers, and another four months since leaving Savannah to pull herself together again, but she was over Rory in every sense of the word. She refused to let him ruin this special occasion. Grabbing her wineglass, she downed the remaining contents.

Tonight she hoped for a little liquid happiness.

When she lowered her glass to the table, a tingling sensation spread across her skin. Lifting her head, she gazed across the patio, and sitting at one of the patio sets was one of Aidan’s groomsmen. She’d never seen him before today, but that wasn’t a huge surprise, since she didn’t know most of the people at the wedding.

Except for a bunch of lawyers from the firm and Aidan’s parents, everyone else was a stranger. Aidan never mixed pleasure with business, and in the four months she had worked for him, she’d never met a single friend of his. Heck, she hadn’t known Aidan was dating. One day she’d thought he was single; the next he told her he was getting married.

Oddly enough, she was drawn to Aidan’s groomsman. Staring into his warm blue eyes, pins and needles and other sensitive feelings traveled up her body, settling between her thighs. She squirmed against her seat, avoiding the heat, and the side of his mouth curved. Her heart tripped and she glanced to her high-heeled shoe dangling off her toe.

Geebus, if he didn’t stop looking at her with those piercing eyes, she would combust. All night he’d been sneaking glances at her. They weren’t simple interested looks, either; they were outright assaults on her hormones. But a man’s attention was the last thing she was looking for.

No, thank you.

When she still sensed his gaze, she peeked to discover she wasn’t wrong. His intense stare was right on her. The power of it sucked the air from her lungs. Though she’d never believed in lust at first sight, perhaps it was because she had never experienced it.

Whoever he was, he was hot!

“More wine, miss?”

Ella gasped, looking up to the waitress standing next to her holding a bottle of white wine. She gave a shaky laugh. “To the top, please.”

The waitress smiled, filling the glass to the rim. “Why aren’t you dancing?”

“I look like a dying fish when I dance,” Ella said with a laugh. “I have two left feet.”

“We’ll need to work on that, won’t we?”

The waitress was looking over Ella’s shoulder with wide eyes. And something in that masculine voice made Ella stiffen in her seat. The tone was low and seductive, but mischievous all the same.

Then he was there.

The groomsman who’d been staring at her from across the patio now stood in front of her. Ella’s mind went blank. He smelled of sandalwood, and the rich scent puckered her nipples. From afar she thought he had blue eyes, but up close she realized they were a blue-green color. Pretty. In fact, the whole package was beautiful, especially covered in the tux.

He leaned down toward her and offered his hand. His messily styled light brown hair dangled over his forehead. He was tall, much taller than she, and he filled out his tux nicely.

Hell’s bells!

“Dance with me,” he said.

Ella quivered under his clever smile, and a slow heat slid through her. He happened to be one of the hottest guys she’d ever seen. Well, in person and not on some magazine she figured was Photoshopped. Though, hot or not, there was still a problem. “I’m sorry, but I can’t dance.”

“Everyone can dance.” His potent stare held hers and his hand never lowered. “It’s all about who is leading.”

Persistent sexy man.

Under his intense scrutiny her insides went mushy. The power this man exuded burned through her, reminding her she hadn’t felt this way in a long time. The attraction was intoxicating, and something needy inside her unfurled, yearning to explore it.

No, her mind argued.

At her pause, one sleek brow arched. “If you wait any longer to take my hand, you might give me a complex.”

The waitress hadn’t moved, watching the exchange. Even if Ella hated dancing and wasn’t looking for a relationship, she couldn’t refuse the urge to be squished up against him. Besides, what was a dance? This hunk was the perfect way to get her mind off Rory and onto something a lot better.

As she rose and slid her fingers into his warm grip, his gaze remained on hers. Heat stormed into her, spiraling low in her body with a wicked thud. She didn’t doubt that smile got him into many women’s beds.

It had power and charm.

He tightened his fingers around hers, and something passed in the air between them, so hot and so damn unforgettable, her body all but liquefied. He tugged her closer and she felt something odd inside awaken, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Something she wanted to lose herself in.

A sensation that made her mind shut off.

He led her into the middle of the crowd on the dance floor, pulling her tight against him as if she belonged right there in his arms. He had no hesitation about placing his hand low on her back, quite close to her bottom, and sandwiching their bodies together.

Ella swallowed and avoided his gaze, staring at the band as they played a classic song. She wasn’t blind to the glaringly obvious fact that the groomsman had an erection. She thought she should be offended or something, but found herself fighting against the desire to rub against him.

“Ella, right?”

She cleared her throat, angling her head. His face was chiseled and smooth, but his eyes were what made this man sexy. They held mischief with a sense of confidence. “Yes, and you would be?”

“Kyler Morgan.”

Of course, the sexy man came with a sexy name. She swayed her hips, trying to follow his movements, only feeling more uncomfortable. Not a second later, she stepped on his foot. “Oh, shit!”

He chuckled. “It’s a foot. I’ve got two, so it’s okay.” He pressed his hand tighter against her back, erasing the distance. Then he shook their clasped hands. “Stop fighting me. Relax.”

Ella sighed. I suck at this!

He leaned down, placing his mouth near her ear, and whispered, “So you work for Aidan, yes?”

His voice raised goose bumps across her flesh, and she shivered. “Yes.” She glanced to the others on the dance floor. It pleased her that no one was watching her horrible dancing skills. Then she stared up into Kyler’s handsome face, since he didn’t allow her any room to do otherwise. “Since you’re Aidan’s groomsman, you must be a good friend.”

A low noise hummed in his throat, and the sound spoke to her on a level she couldn’t have anticipated. It warmed her from head to toe, and her muscles went lax. His fingers slid across her lower back, squeezing her against him, and the heat of his touch burned to her core. “Been good friends for a long time now.”

Good grief, the man seemed not to care they were strangers. He touched her as if they were well acquainted. In the midst of that confidence, Ella forgot the world around her. Her mind focused on him and the way he moved her across the dance floor.

He continued to guide her movements and never once took his eyes off her. “I didn’t see a date with you tonight. Are you unattached?”

Her insides somersaulted with his question, as he appeared interested in finding out if anyone stood in his way. She pondered whether to spill out the details that she was in the process of getting divorced and not looking for another relationship. Well, she would be if Rory’s lawyer stopped dragging his feet. But why tell that depressing shit to a smoking-hot man sandwiching her against the hard planes of his body? “Nope, not attached.”

His chin dipped, bringing his mouth within centimeters of hers. “A good thing for me, Ella, since I’m enjoying this.” The music soared through the air, and as her hips swayed with his, his erection pressed against her stomach.

Trapped in his intense gaze, her body flushed as desire simmered. Holy Jesus, she hadn’t felt this aroused in the presence of a man. No one had ever made her burn with a dance, a look, or the sound of his voice.

Kyler’s mouth twitched as he ran his thumb over the top of her hand. “See, sweetheart, you can dance.”

She blinked, realizing she had completely relaxed in his hold, and he was moving her around the dance floor, effortlessly. She leaned in to him, consumed by the strength of his hold. “Apparently, you’re a good teacher.”

He winked. “You bet your pretty little ass I am.”


bioSTACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author of the CLUB SIN series. Growing up, Stacey’s mind staceykennedywandered the path less traveled and that path most often led to love. She has always broken rules and she continues to feed off emotion – staying true to her heart. Those traits are now the bones of her stories. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame, and their two young children. If she’s not on mom duty or plugging away at a new story, you’ll find Stacey camping in the summer, hibernating in the winter and obsessing over Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones and Sons of Anarchy.

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Release Blitz: The Black Door by Charlotte Howard ~ @Shy_Tiger @cw1985

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Imogen Pearce is a single mum of four children and fast approaching 40, she works at Ryedale Incorporated where she has to battle a younger and smarter generation to get to where she wants to go. If that means taking on the account of Cherry and Sean Rubin’s adult shop, then she will. But what happens when Imogen discovers the private club that they run at the back? And what happens when she realizes she knows quite a few members?

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excerptMen. All the bloody same. My mind traced back to the day I had given up on one-sided monogamous relationships. The children were at school or work, and the sun was beating down. It was a glorious day, and I had decided to go home for lunch, rather than spend it in a stuffy office. I pulled up outside the house and a fleeting thought passed through my mind when I saw Connor’s car sitting in the driveway. My husband of eighteen years had had the same idea. I crept into the house, hoping to surprise him. But, it turned out that his idea had involved a slutty bottle-blonde. I wanted to blame the events that followed on a red mist descending over me. The truth is that in the time it took for my mind to register that some tart was riding my husband in what I later found out was known as reverse cowgirl, my mind had calculated the necessary response. The skank lost a good handful of bleached hair, roots and all. I allowed her to gather her clothes and watched as she tugged her pants on whilst running out of the house. If nothing else, the neighbours got a good show. Connor yelled at me. But his words were drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears. I marched back up the stairs and into his little study. Opening the window, I saw Miss Slut stood in the middle of the road, screeching obscenities at me. I looked at the Ferrari in our driveway and smiled. I think his Xbox enjoyed its first and final flying lesson as it sailed out of the window. The fact that it landed in the bonnet of his prized mid-life crisis proved that Karma does exist. Connor. Holly. I made a mental note of the two names at the top of my imaginary hit list. I blinked and I was back in the boardroom.


bioBritish author Charlotte Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.

Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.

During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.

Charlotte is an active member of Yeovil Creative Writers.



Excerpt Tour and #Giveaway: Ricochet (Renegades, Book 3) by @Skye_Jordan




After a tragic incident in Afghanistan leaves Master Sergeant Nathan Ryker the only man standing in his tight-knit team, he spirals into an alcohol-and-sex induced escape. A call from his lifelong buddy pulls Ryker from the shadows with a request for help with his stunt company’s latest blockbuster. If Ryker can survive the next three weeks of leave and get back to his remaining men, he might just be all right. But a sexy woman who can take his mind off his trauma is too hard to resist, and when he hooks up with Renegades’ sultry, snarky office manager, his sanity takes a backseat to his first glimpse of a future he isn’t sure he deserves.

Still reeling from a bitter romantic betrayal, Rachel Hart wants nothing more than an uncomplicated hookup. So when the mysterious Nathan seduces her with a little dirty talk and one delicious kiss, Rachel drowns all her good sense in a Mandarin and soda and gives herself over to a night of sexual bliss. But her memories tarnish in the morning light when Rachel discovers his real identity and his link to Renegades. Her job and her friends are the only thing holding her life together, and she won’t be ruined by one sultry night with this damaged and dangerously sexy man.

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That was the best sex she’d ever had. Even better than their first night. Different from their first night. Deeper than their first night.

Nathan stroked his hands down her sides, pushed up on his elbows, and looked at her with those heavy-lidded stormy sea-green eyes. His dog tags hung down, resting against her own chest, smooth, heavy feel of them, made her smile.  His mouth quirked too, then he lowered his lips meet hers in a tender kiss. One that pushed tears toward her throat, though she didn’t know why.

He dropped a kiss on her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her chest. Then he laid his forehead there, his breathing still fast and choppy. Rachel closed her eyes and let the strands of his hair slip through her fingers over and over. She could stay like this all night.

But once his breath evened out, Nathan carefully pulled from her body and rolled to his back. A soft, awe-filled, “Jesus Christ,” drifted from him, making Rachel smile.

She turned to her side and rested her head on his shoulder. He curved his arms around her and threw one of his legs over hers, as if he couldn’t get close enough. She smiled. “I would never have guessed you for a cuddler.”

He rolled toward her, laid his forearm over her waist, and pressed his face to her neck, kissing her there, then whispered, “I didn’t used to be.”

With another quick kiss, he said, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He got to his feet and strode to the tiny bathroom. Rachel smiled at the sight of his tight ass and those sexy tattoos. This was still surreal. And so…illicit. So deliciously secret. So…selfishly decadent.

But as long as no one found out, as long as no one got hurt…

The water ran in the bathroom, then shut off, and he returned, lying on the bed beside her, cuddling her close again. He tangled their legs and rested his chin on the top of her head. They were both quiet while his fingers stroked a light pattern on her back. She had to leave soon, they both knew that, but neither of them moved or spoke. And this felt far more intimate than it had just days ago.

After a moment, she asked, “Why didn’t you take the twins up on their offer?”

He pulled back and met her eyes. “I didn’t want them.”

Rachel laughed a little, her hand scratching gently down his thigh. “Of course you did. They’re every man’s fantasy—a threesome with two beautiful twin blondes?”

“They aren’t half as beautiful as you are, and I mean that. Besides”—the corner of Ryker’s mouth tilted up, but there was little humor in his expression—“been there, done that, different twins, of course, and you brought me more pleasure just now than two women could. Why would I try for a repeat of mediocre when I’ve got a real winner right here?”

She narrowed her eyes and pressed the backs of her fingers to his forehead.

“Stop.” He brushed her hand away. “The only fever I’ve got is the one you give me.” He threaded their fingers and leaned in. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

His mouth lowered to hers, but their lips never connected. He sat straight, his gaze darting to the door.

Rachel looked that direction. “What…?”

He put his index finger to his lips and jumped to his feet so quickly, so silently, Rachel missed the movement in a blink. He pulled on his pants and grabbed her dress from the bed.

Three hard knocks came on the door. Rachel jumped and almost screamed, but covered her mouth.

“Ryker? You in there?” It was Jax’s voice. Fear bolted down Rachel’s spine. Her mind started a tight downward spiral.

Ryker, made a ‘get-going’ motion with his hand and mouthed get dressed.

“Yeah, man, what’s up?” Ryker called.

“Do you know where Rachel is?” That was Josh’s voice.

Tendrils of icy fear spread through Rachel’s belly, and hands shook as she struggled to find the hem of her dress to pull it on. Jax and Josh both looking for her while she’d been fucking Nathan. Jesus Christ, disaster didn’t get any closer than this.

abouttheauthor4Skye Jordan is a pseudonym for New York Times bestselling romantic suspense author Joan Swan.joanswan-skyejordan_headshot

Skye’s novels are about enjoying that little wild streak we don’t let out often enough. About those fantasies we rarely get the opportunity to indulge. About stretching limits, checking out the dark side, and maybe even acting a little naughty. They’re about escape and fun and pleasure and romance.

And, yes, even love, because while wicked-great sex is good, happily ever after with wicked-great sex is even better.

Skye (aka Joan) lives on the central coast of California in the heart of wine country with her husband and two daughters. As often as possible, she retreats to a hotel with critique partners for a power-writing week where much drinking, laughing, and yes, even working, ensues. When she’s not writing, Skye goes to breakfast with her hubby, attends her daughters’ barrel races, and spends a lot of time with her own horse, Riddle…while her two dogs, Paxton and Indie, tag along. She also loves to read, knit, craft, row, ride, and dabble in photography.









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Spotlight: Going Under by @jeffekennedy #bewitchingbooktours

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Going Under 

Falling Under Trilogy

Book One 

Jeffe Kennedy

Genre: Erotic Romance

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Knowing all too well the damage online trolls can inflict, game designer Emily Bartwell takes privacy seriously. Living in solitude and working remotely under a male alias gives her a sense of security. The sexy writer renting the house next door ignites desires she’d forgotten she had, and when he invites her to play games of a very different sort, Em is ready and willing. Even if it means breaking all her own rules to abide by his.

Undercover tech reporter Fox Mullins is so close to the biggest scoop of his career: finding the elusive programmer Phoenix. An increasingly erotic adventure with his reserved but passionate new neighbor is the ideal way to heat up the chilly Pacific Northwest nights as he tracks the brilliant gamer.

At first Fox is happy to help Em explore her newly awakened kinky side, no holds barred, no strings attached. But as they push the limits of intimacy, both physical and emotional, Fox discovers he’s not the only one keeping secrets. And revealing hers may mean betraying the one woman who embodies everything he desires.


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Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author with a writing career that spans decades. Her works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels. She has been a Ucross Foundation Fellow, received the Wyoming Arts Council Fellowship for Poetry, and was awarded a Frank Nelson Doubleday Memorial Award. Her essays have appeared in many publications, including Redbook.

Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns;  the contemporary BDSM novellas of the Facets of Passion, and an erotic  contemporary serial novel, Master of the Opera, which released beginning January 2, 2014. A fourth series, the fantasy trilogy The Twelve Kingdoms, hit the shelves starting in May 2014 and a fifth, the highly anticipated erotic romance trilogy, Falling Under, will release starting in July.

She lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.

Jeffe can be found online at her website:, every Sunday at the popular Word Whores blog, on Facebook, and pretty much constantly on Twitter @jeffekennedy. She is represented by Foreword Literary.


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PROMO Blitz: For Her Protection by @amberabardan ~ @RABTBookTours


For Her Protection – PROMO Blitz
By Amber A Bardan
Erotic Romance
Date Published: May 30, 2014

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You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.
Yet pleasure seems to be the one and only thing on Charlize’s mind the moment Connor steamrolls into her life. Desperate to save her family company, prove she’s more than a pretty face and worthy of being CEO, pleasure is a distraction she can’t afford.
She doesn’t want a bodyguard, especially not one whose caveman heroics kick her libido into hyperdrive. But surrounded by enemies and an attacker on the loose, there’s only one man she can trust with her life.
Connor knows better than to get personal with clients. Yet there couldn’t be anything more personal about his feelings for Charlize. From the moment he clapped eyes on her he wanted nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder and really give her something to scream about. He’ll get his uptight she-cat to unwind, preferably one orgasm at a time.
With Connor in her office, her home, driving her to sweet, merciless distraction, there’s only so long Charlize can resist his sexy, dominant brand of protection
excerptThey made use of her mostly empty living room for training, standing barefoot in the middle of the room. Charlize glanced at the hardwood floor.
“Wouldn’t this be safer on the rug?”
“We won’t be doing throws today,” he said and circled her, walked around her three times.
She refused to turn her head and follow him.
“Here’s how it’s going to work. I’m going to show you a dozen simple techniques. At the end I’m going to test you.”
She frowned. “Like a quiz?”
“No, like a challenge. We see what you’ve remembered. Get you to think on your feet, force you to think quickly and react fast.” He stopped in front of her. “If you pass the challenge, you win—and trust me, you want to win.”
Charlize folded her arms and tried not to look as if she caught the suggestion in his tone. “We’ve played this game before. If you want to prove you’re bigger, stronger and better at this Karate crap than I am, then I concede—you’re better.”
He grinned a devilish smile that reminded her just how quickly he could make her heart race. “This is a new game. All you have to do is prove you were paying attention. It’s not a contest, it’s a challenge—and the stakes are higher.”
She uncrossed her arms. “How high?”
“At the end of this I’m going to fuck you.” He slinked closer in his prowling-panther way of moving. “How I do that is up to you. Either you get to fight me off, put up your best resistance, or I own you and you do exactly as I say. If you win, you get to choose how it happens.”
Charlize took a breath then reminded herself to breathe out. Told her hands not to shake at her sides.
“But if you fail, I’ll take you how I want.”
How he wants? Her body rushed with adrenaline. Part of her wanted to lose just to see which option turned him on. She wanted him rough. As impolite as that might be, as much as it fell outside what she’d done before, she acknowledged the desire—but this was different. This was saying it out loud. This was conscious choice, deliberate. This was agreeing to some kind of kinky role-play. None of which she could bring herself to accept.
“How the fuck is there a win for me in that?”
He closed the distance, made her look up at him, made her breathe in the scent of his clean body. “Because it’s what you want, kitten. But you’ve got to admit it.”
Her tongue fumbled in her mouth, which had apparently found new saliva glands. The idea of fighting him off sounded hot all right, but she couldn’t do that. Not with memories of the parking lot so raw.
But if he wanted to challenge her, then he could be challenged too. With something equally as hot. “Instead of the fighting, the other option is you do as I say.”
“You want to bargain for that? Sounds less fun to me.” He stepped back and positioned himself two feet in front of her. “Let’s get started.” He ran her through exercise after exercise. Showed her the vulnerable places on the body to target, how to sneak a hit to the throat before an attacker saw it coming. How to break every kind of hold, but more importantly he showed her how to look around. How to stop the world from closing in and see the things around her, things she could use to protect herself.
Her muscles ached by the end but she knew she had this.
“You been paying attention, kitten?” Connor asked.
“Does it look as if I’ve fallen asleep?”
He grasped her wrists. “You mean like you did last night? You’re going to pay for that you know. I’m still aching.”
“Only if I fail,” she whispered and twisted her arms free. “So was that score one for me?”
He chuckled and laugh lines dimpled his cheeks. “Sure. Are you ready for the next one?”
She nodded and stepped from foot to foot. He had her ducking, twisting and even landing a hit to his “vulnerable” place. Not that he reacted—the bastard. She was ready to savor the sweetness of victory when he caught her from behind, twisted his fist in her hair.
Breath evaporated from her chest. Fear streaked through her limbs. The imagined smell of tobacco tingled in her nose.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered and air rushed back into her lungs.
Charlize slammed her heel into his foot, her elbow into his stomach and twisted—breaking the grip on her hair. She dropped to the floor and rolled out of reach.
Connor pursued with his slow, confident swagger. “Congratulations, you did well. So what is it, baby? Am I yours to command?” He tucked up the legs of his sweatpants and crouched in front of her. “Or are you mine?”

 photo Amber20A20Bardan_zps7c02b8ff.jpgAfter spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her days as a graphic designer but her nights writing gritty, raw, erotic romance with heart.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.
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