Guest Post and #Giveaway: Command by Sierra Cartwright @SierraWrites @Totally_Bound


Cecile! Thanks for having me. You’re my type of gal! I love that you’re from the South as I just moved here. I can’t say what I love more, the men, the food, the sensuousness of the summer nights, the men, the manners, the sunsets that last forever, or the men. Thanks for having me here to talk about my favorite type of hero…


How to Tame an Alpha

by Sierra Cartwright

Okay, I confess. I adore alpha men. Not always in real life, to be sure. But in fiction, they make my heart race.

An alpha hero is larger than life. He’s intense and pursues goals with single-minded focus. Whatever he does, he’s successful at it.

Beyond that, he possesses a rigid moral code. He knows what’s right, and justice matters to him. He will protect the weak, fight when he needs to, keep his calm.

Generally, he’s self-sufficient, and he’s never met a challenge he couldn’t conquer. Well, until a strong or feisty heroine shows up! And then, oh, my… He’s going to learn about having his emotions in turmoil. He’s going to learn what it’s like to love more than he imagined possible.

That happens to Grant Kingston, a brilliant, reclusive computer genius. He’s shut out the world to focus on his work (including an amazing pet dog because all alphas have a soft spot). He enjoys his life and doesn’t want his solitude shattered by an unwanted houseguest. Until Aria arrives.

With her undeniable sexiness, she awakens his dormant Dominant urges. He wants to protect her, cherish her, claim her. But Aria is equally committed to her life and her dreams. When she meets up with him, erotic passion flares. Grant learns that he’s an even better person and Dominant when he has an equally strong woman by his side.

And that’s how to tame an alpha. Give him a woman worth fighting his own demons for. He’ll never be the same…command_800

excerpt“Would you have a relationship where submission wasn’t a requirement?”

“If the question is, would I date a woman who wasn’t interested in being tied up while I drove her to the edge of an orgasm and used my tongue to keep her there for a very, very long time…?”

Aria waited, pulse hammering.

“The answer is certainly.”

Suddenly she could barely swallow, and stringing a coherent thought together was almost impossible. Was he talking about her? Them?

“But I’d need to be clear that it would never progress beyond dating.”

His voice had a layer of steel that warned her she was tiptoeing close to very personal information. But they were colleagues, potentially friends—nothing more—so she pressed on. “Why is that?”

“I tried. I was engaged. We’d talked about it and, for me, she tried, but it didn’t work for her. I loved her enough to deny what I needed. Eventually we realized we weren’t compatible.”

He might appear nonchalant, but he couldn’t disguise the layer of hurt woven in the words. It made her squirm. Nosy was one thing, exposing someone’s pain was another. “I apologize. You don’t have to tell me all this.”

“Unless you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to know the answer, I’m happy to tell you.”

“Do you have any secrets?” she asked drily.

“Not many, but I’m greedy. I don’t let women I’m involved with have them, either. I want everything out there—raw, carnal, exposed. So the answer is, if I met a woman and she was interested in fucking and if there was mutual attraction, I’d spend the night pleasing her in every way she wanted—and I’d cook her breakfast in the morning. But in the long-term, I would never again propose to a woman who wasn’t interested in submission.”

“Well, you’re honest about what you want.”

He nodded. Quietly, he asked, “Have you ever been spanked, Aria?”

She was caught off guard, and she sucked in a breath.

Outside, snow had started to drift down, but she knew her shiver had nothing to do with the outside elements. “Once. And I didn’t much like it. It hurt like hell and I honestly wondered what the fuss was all about. I was underwhelmed.”

“Then I can tell you, your man didn’t know what he was doing. If you were over my knee, you’d get your ass warmed and your clit would throb so hard you’d be afraid it had turned white. And when you came? You’d scream. If I was really good, you’d be crying, but only because the force of the orgasm left you otherwise unable to function.”

She wondered if she would choke on her own breath. He’d melted her brain circuits. “I’d say it’s a good thing we’re colleagues and nothing more.”

“I take it you’ve seen enough of my bedroom?” Grant smiled.

“Thanks. Yes.”

“My workshop isn’t as scary,” he informed her. “But you might want to avoid going into the outdoor shed.”

“What is it, a dungeon?”

When he didn’t reply, the feeling of vertigo flooded her again.

“Do you want to find out?”


blurb for Command:

This is book three in the Bonds series, see the full series listing here

With all she has to offer, she’s his to command…

Aria DeWitt is a runaway bride. Only months away from her wedding, she panicked, returning her engagement ring and donating her gorgeous gown to charity.

She’s less than pleased when she’s reassigned to a new work project and sent to work with Grant Kingston in the middle of nowhere. She knows of his reputation as a recluse and genius, but she isn’t prepared for how handsome, powerful and deliciously Dominant he is or how he ignites something inside her that no man ever has.

Grant isn’t happy when his cherished solitude and creativity are shattered by Aria’s unwanted and unwelcome arrival. That is until he glimpses her carefully concealed vulnerability. Aria’s confidence and responsiveness intrigue him, ensnaring him in a way he’d never believed possible, chipping away the ice that shrouds his heart.

As he interacts with her, he realizes why she ran from marriage. She’s never met someone strong and complex enough to hold her interest. And suddenly, he’s determined to be that man.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play.

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About Sierra Cartwright:


Sierra Cartwright was born in Manchester, England and raised in Colorado. Moving to the United States was nothing like her young imagination had concocted. She expected to see cowboys everywhere, and a covered wagon or two would have been really nice!

Now she writes novels as untamed as the Rockies, while spending a fair amount of time in Texas…where, it turns out, the Texas Rangers law officers don’t ride horses to roundup the bad guys, or have six-shooters strapped to their sexy thighs as she expected. And she’s yet to see a poster that says Wanted: Dead or Alive. (Can you tell she has a vivid imagination?)

Sierra wrote her first book at age nine, a fanfic episode of Star Trek when she was fifteen, and she completed her first romance novel at nineteen. She actually kissed William Shatner (Captain Kirk) on the cheek once, and she says that’s her biggest claim to fame. Her adventure through the turmoil of trust has taught her that love is the greatest gift. Like her image of the Old West, her writing is untamed, and nothing is off-limits.

She invites you to take a walk on the wild side…but only if you dare.

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Love’s Last Bite by Viki Lyn and Vina Grey {#Giveaway} @vikilynromance @vinagreyauthor @GoddessFish



Dark forces, a vampire, plus one sexy cop is a recipe for trouble.

VINCENT KAMATEROS is no longer the lonely exiled vampire running a cupcake shop, but the heir to his father’s throne.

JOHN REEDER is out and accepts his vampire lover, but he has to deal with his lover being destined to rule the vampire kingdom.

While Vince and John revel in their newfound love, dark forces are at work in Orbus Arcana, determined to keep the progressive Vince from becoming the next vampire king.

Time is short and decisions loom. Their irrevocable choices will change their lives forever.


excerptVincent’s gaze was liquid silver with emotion—love. John ran the tip of his tongue over his lips.

Vincent’s voice dropped, strange words rolling off his tongue like slow, late-night music. Sexy and seductive, the vampire language snagged John’s attention, holding him a willing captive.

“What did you say just now? Are you going to force me to learn another language?” John teased. “Italian is hard enough.”

“In your blue eyes, my heart is captured. How will I ever find my way back? In your blue eyes, I find my guide on life’s journey. Don’t close your eyes to me, beloved, for then I surely will be lost.”

Fearless. Fearless with his emotions. Fearless in love. That was the essence of Vincent.

John’s heart jumped in his throat. Jesus. Vincent held nothing back. Vincent had powerful strength and abilities, but his lover’s gentle nature was what he’d come to love the most. He’d allow no one to destroy this compassionate side of Vincent.

“Te amo.” John’s voice came out tight as he worked his throat.

Vincent closed his eyes for a brief moment. “And I thank the Creator every day for that.”

Vincent swallowed, the movement drawing attention to the sensual, long, brown column of his throat. Vincent took John’s mouth in a slow kiss, his tongue sliding inside, sweeping aside John’s worry, his dark flavor of wine, salt air and Vincent so intoxicating.


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An introvert and artist with a healthy dose of skepticism about life and love =Viki. An extrovert and academic and a die-hard romantic =Vina. It was so not a match made in heaven. But Viki and Vina discovered a mutual love of traveling around the world, the paranormal, good coffee, and a healthy admiration for their respective creativity. Sitting in a coffee shop one day, they started brainstorming about story plots and Vince and John and the car crash in the bakery. A story was born. Vina writes the sappy romance and Viki tempers it. Between them, they managed to find their boys a ‘happily ever after’.


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Featuring Lucian’s Soul by Hazel Gower {@HazelGower1} #erotic #romance

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Hazel Gower

Release Date: February 12, 2015

Genre: Erotic Romance, M/F, Para Demons/Angels

Publisher: ARe

blurbSince the beginning of time, humanity has made one fatal mistake… Angels and demons are not who humans think they are.

For millennia it has been up to the king of the demons, Lucian, to save humans and shifters from the horrors the angels inflict upon the world and the innocents living within it.

He’s grown weary of the war and his passion for saving his charges has faded. But there is hope. It is said when the angels are close to achieving their goal, and Lucifer himself barely cares anymore, the tides will turn and love will cure all. Lucifer will find his one. His soul mate. A mate who will love him unconditionally, lending him strength and power more deadly than anyone could imagine. And now…that time has come.


bioHazel Gower is the mother of four terrors between the ages of four and nine. She started writing down her story ideas in high school, and never really stopped. Writing is her salvation. After she’s gotten all the kids in bed and has cleaned up, she sits at the computer, or sometimes with a notebook and a pencil, to relax, write, and escape. Website:



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#Interview and #Giveaway: Lane Hayes – The Wrong Man ~ @LaneHayes3 @PridePromo


SMThe_Wrong_Man_FinalblurbSuccessful owner of an upscale boutique in fabulous West Hollywood, Brandon Good swears by his personal edict to “live in the present.” After a bad break-up, he agrees to dog sit to keep his mind off his ex. Never did he expect the dog to belong a man from his past, the only man to ever truly break his heart.

When Jake Westley relocates to join the WeHo fire department, the last thing he anticipates is reuniting with his secret high school love. Thrilled with the prospect of reconnecting with Bran, Jake feels no guilt in using his charming old dog as an unwitting matchmaker. As they rekindle their friendship, it becomes clear the intense attraction they once felt is stronger than ever. But as hard as they try to leave the past behind, painful memories resurface. Bran will have to confront his fears and consider the possibility that the man he swore was absolutely the wrong one might be perfect after all.

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Hi Lane. Welcome to All I Want and More. We’re glad to have you here.

Thank you so much for inviting me!

Tell us a little bit about yourself?

I’m a hopeless romantic and a bibliophile. I love any and all love stories. It is truly a huge honor to be writing MM romance novels. I have a gay son and was inspired by the lack of authors in the genre when I first started to give my passion a try. I love the message of hope in a well-written romance.

In this book, who was your favorite character to write and why?

Brandon was a joy and a pleasure to write. He spoke so easily to me. He’s fun, gregarious and extraordinarily strong. He knows who he is and takes no BS. If anything, I wish I were more like him!

What 3 words would you use to describe your main characters?

Brandon- confident, fighter, fabulous

Jake- kind, smart, compassionate

Can you tell us a little bit about this book? Maybe a little snippet?

The Wrong Man is a story about confronting your fears and accepting that preconceived notions might be the very thing that holds us back from finding true happiness.

Tiny snippet from The Wrong Man coming right up:

He was on fire. There was a reckless, wild-eyed look about him as though his control worn thin. He bent to lick my lips again and again in a teasing manner until I went wild. I yanked him by the hair sucking on his tongue and raking my fingers down his back as I fought to get closer still. There was no way to get the friction we craved in the confines of the truck. Jake traced the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue.

“Invite me inside, Bran,” he growled. His eyes were full of heat and desire. I couldn’t remember a man ever looking at me quite so passionately before. It was intoxicating.

How do you go about picking character names? Do you have to get them just right and make sure they fit with the characters personality?

I like strong, masculine names. Honestly, there’s no science to it. The name has to fit the character, but I don’t belabor the point. Maybe it will become more of an issue for me as my backlog grows. Lol!

We’re cover hussies..What was your first impression of this cover?

OMG! I LOVE this cover!! Aaron Anderson is a genius. The colors and proportion with the perfect amount of sex appeal. He truly outdid himself this time!

What does writing mean to you?

Writing means freedom. Freedom to create and express yourself through fictional characters with real life problems and personality quirks. Writing is also the best form of therapy! It helps me process conflict and make sense of things I can’t always control in real life. The written word is a powerful tool. I’m grateful to spend time doing something I love.

What do you hope readers take away after reading one of your books?

My favorite stories leave me with a huge smile on my face and the voracious craving to read more of that author. I love beautifully written, somewhat flawed characters who I find relatable on some level. I want to root for them and cheer them on when they finally realize they have found someone extraordinary to spend their lives with. I hope my readers feel that way about my books. And I’ll add if I really love a book, I will literally order an authors entire backlog in one sitting. Lol! Again, I hope to inspire the same!

If you had a technology free day, what would you do?

Too easy! Read. All day. Preferably at the beach.

What are you currently working on?

My current WIP is book #4 in the Better Than Stories. By the time you read this, it will be with Dreamspinner Press! *fingers crossed*

Quickie Time

Sexiest feature on a man? Smile

Boxers, Briefs or Commando? Commando but if he has to wear something, boxer briefs

What is on your night stand/dresser? My kindle and a reading light :)

Hairy chests or smooth? In between. I donÕt like too much hair, but a little is sexy!

Cowboy or businessman? Businessman

Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos

Secret talent? Kickass Scrabble player lol

What’s your guilty pleasure? Chocolate!

Celebrity crush? Joe Manganiello

Night owl or early bird? Early bird

Twitter or Facebook? Twitter

Pinterest or Instagram? Neither

ebooks or paperbacks? Ebooks!

Is there anything else you like to add?

People have been asking, so yes I will confirm there is a Book 3 in the Right and Wrong Series and of course, it belongs to Alex. He deserves his own story! :)


excerptAgain, I questioned my sanity. Something was odd in my world for sure. My heart was beating double time when he finally turned onto my street. A quick escape was my best bet. I had my fingers wrapped around the car door handle and was ready to rip my

other hand from his grasp when he slowed down. He must have sensed my intent to bolt, because he held on to me until I was forced to give him a “what the fuck?” look.

“Let me walk you to your door.”

“Jake, let’s not do this. Please. I really don’t want this evening to get any weirder than it already has been. Thank you for tonight. For dinner and pretending to—”

“Hey, nothing is weird here. It’s dark, and I’m walking you to your door—”

“I’m a big boy. I’ve got this.” I detached my hand from his grip and opened the door.

“Thanks again.”

When I reached the sidewalk, he was waiting for me. The man obviously was hard of hearing.

“You are stubborn.” I gave him my best evil eye before I trudged up the path ahead of him.

“Me? You’re the difficult one. I’m trying to be nice—”

“You don’t have to prove you’re nice to me. I get it. That doesn’t mean—suit yourself.”

“Humor me.”

I fished my key from my pocket as I approached the well-lit front porch.

“Here I am, safe and sound. No need for worry,” I said flippantly as I turned to Jake.

“You ca—”

I swallowed my words. He was closer than I expected. Much closer. I felt the warmth from his body but wasn’t prepared for the hunger I saw in his eyes. I licked my bottom lip nervously. I knew what was going to happen, and though I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, I wasn’t going to stop him. He bent slightly and brushed his nose against mine. I felt his breath on my lips as I waited for him to close the distance between us. Neither of us moved. He smelled delicious, that intoxicating combination of soap and a hint of musky cologne I’d noticed the morning he hugged me in my kitchen. I could have happily buried my nose in his shirt or in the curve where his neck met his shoulders. I closed my eyes and leaned in the tiniest bit closer, expecting him to take over. He still didn’t move.

“Aren’t you going to ki—”

And then he pounced. He crashed his mouth over mine and snaked his arms around my waist, fusing our bodies together. His hands traveled up and down my back while he licked a sensual line across the seam of my lips, requesting entry. I heard myself moan as his tongue danced and collided with mine in a lustful assault. I arched into him instinctively. Jake lowered his hands to my ass, drawing me in tightly as he thrust his hips forward. The friction was hot, and his demanding kisses had my head reeling. This was nothing like our frantic make-out sessions years ago.

Just as that errant thought surfaced to remind me whom I was grinding against like a teenager on my front porch, Jake turned his full attention to my mouth. I was painfully hard, but he was right. We shouldn’t be doing any of this. But I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I bit at his jaw and then licked my way to his ear, flicking the lobe gently with my tongue until I felt his teeth at my neck. I made a strangled sound and went limp in his arms. He was overpowering in a subtle, almost unexpected way. I was two seconds away from ripping his shirt when a car went down my street blaring hip-hop music at an obscene volume. I pulled away and rested my forehead against his shoulder. We stood quietly catching our breath for a moment.

Then Jake pressed a soft kiss on my cheek and stepped away. “Good night, Bran. Thank you for… well, just thank you. I’ll see you soon.”

I stared after him like an idiot, watching him open his door and start the SUV. I heard the familiar hum of distant traffic and smelled the fragrant sweet star jasmine from my neighbor’s garden. Everything looked and seemed to be in place, but something was different.


Author Bio: Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to a well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles both be men! Lane discovered the M/M genre a fews ago and was instantly hooked. Her first novel was a finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Awards and her third received an Honorable Mention in the 2014 Rainbow Awards. She loves travel, chocolate, and wine (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and the coolest yellow lab ever in an almost empty nest.

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Twitter: @LaneHayes3


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Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson

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Featuring Beautiful Nightmare by @BellaBJuarez {#Giveaway} #1NS @DecadentPub



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Knights of Red Horse book 2

Print Length: 72 pages

Publisher: Decadent Publishing (February 11, 2015)

blurbAaron Rosencrantz’s architectural firm is thriving—thanks to his brilliant and tough-as-nails COO, Natasha Rodriguez. But every day, they deny the powerful attraction raging between them. Corporate meetings and contracts rule their lives—not to mention a string of promises and commitments made to family. However, all bets are off when he catches a sexy glimpse of her desire for him. His hopes soar…only to be dashed by a horrible misunderstanding. So when mysterious and renowned Madame Eve sets up these two powerful personalities to come together at the Las Vegas Carnivore Club, which one will bend?

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bioBella Juarez is originally from San Antonio, Texas and now lives and writes on a small ranch in South Central Texas. She draws inspiration from the real life heroes and heroines of the United States military and her many experiences in the twelve years she worked within that world as well as from her life in the civilian world. Her love of thrill and adventure are reflected in her stories. When she’s not writing, Bella runs a business and is active in the business community. She also runs half-marathons and loves to be in the kitchen whipping up something to feed her hungry boys.

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New Release: Portrait of a Lone Wolf by @Katalina_Leon ~ @BridgGapPR

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Black Hills Wolves, Book 7

Katalina Leon

Decadent Publishing, @91 pages

blurb A mixed-blood Native American wolf-shifter, abandoned by a teenage mother and ignored by an absentee father, Rio Waya has never fit in or felt worthy of love. But when he comes home to the Black Hills, he realizes he wants a mate of his own.  Recovering from a cheating ex who started a new family behind her back, Sela López seeks escape to pull her life back together. As a documentary filmmaker and wildlife photographer, she rents a cabin in the Black Hills with plans to film the beleaguered wolf population. But she’s so busy looking through a camera lens she doesn’t see trouble coming.  Sparks fly as mutual fears and vulnerabilities surface when Sela and Rio meet. She can’t figure out why the mysterious Mr. Waya is so anxious about having a documentary made of the Black Hills Wolves. But when his secret is exposed, all hell breaks loose. Can Rio win Sela’s trust and soothe her fears about allowing a hunky wolf-shifter into her heart?

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excerpt(This excerpt takes place the morning after Sela and Rio first met. Sela has rented Rio’s cabin for the summer hoping to film a documentary about wolves. Once Rio understood what she was up to, he tried to discourage her. There was a lot of tension and attraction too. Both walk away from their first encounter shaken and confused.)

…Outside, the crunch of tires on dirt drew closer. She glanced up in time to see the Los Lobos Park Ranger truck roll around a bend in the road.

Rio was behind the wheel. Just as she was ready to dart inside the cabin and pretend she’d not seen him, he honked.

The truck pulled beside the cabin to park. He got out with a plastic box and steel thermos in his hands. His damp black hair reflected sunbeams, giving him a fresh-from-the-shower vibe. “Good morning! I’m surprised to see you awake.”

She nodded, at a complete loss of anything to say.

He walked toward the porch with an easy gait. Goddamn the man, he looked even better in daylight. His eyes sparkled, root beer brown. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I have to drive past anyway.” He handed her the box and thermos. “I was going to set these on the porch and call later.”

The containers were warm in her hands. “What is this?”

“Coffee and fry bread. I made it this morning. There’s some honey in the kitchen cabinet that will make it taste even better.”

It sounded heavenly. “Thank you.”

“Enjoy your day.” Rio returned to the truck, providing a prime view of his muscular ass flexing in tight jeans. The sight was starting to sink in when he made an abrupt turn to face her. “I almost forgot. Are you planning to film wolves today?”

She shrugged. “I don’t expect to do any filming. I’ll have to find the wolves first. Set up a blind. I was going to take a hike this morning to get acquainted with the area.”

“You won’t have to go far.”

“What do you mean?”

He pointed toward a trail that ran along a dense thicket and disappeared into a ravine. “Follow the path about a half mile to the river. The grade is steep. You’ll have to do a little rock hopping. Find a comfortable place to set up a blind, wait, and he’s sure to come by.”


“A lone male wolf with black fur. This part of Gray Paw Mountain is his territory. Bring your camera because, at this time of year, a sighting is almost a sure thing.”

“A black coat? That’s interesting. This lone wolf that shows up on schedule like a city bus wouldn’t be someone’s pet by any chance?”

Rio laughed, exposing a breathtaking flash of white teeth. “It’s a wild wolf. I swear.”

“Does this wolf have a name? What do you call him?”

The smile lingered softening his gaze. “Feel free to give him a name.” He opened the truck door. “I have to go.”

“Wait!” She stepped off the porch. “Why are you helping me? Last night you made your disapproval of my filming the wolves perfectly clear. Now, you’re pointing me straight toward them. What changed?”

He stared at his boots. “I thought about what you said, and the realization hit.” He spoke with deliberation. “Someone is going to come here someday to film the wolves. Exposure is inevitable. Might as well be you. You seem to care. I hope you’ll treat the situation with sensitivity.”

“Mr. Waya—”

“Rio,” he was quick to correct with a gentle tone.

“This means a lot. I appreciate your help.”

Beaming, he raised a palm in salute. Without a word, he got into his truck. In a dusty rumble of diesel, he drove away.


bioKatalina Leon is an artist and author who can’t commit to a single genre. Her favorite playgrounds are historical, Sci-fi, contemporary, and most of all paranormal realms. Katalina brings a sense of adventure and a touch of the mystical to erotic romance. She believes there’s a daring heroine inside every woman who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

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Cinderella and the Ghost by Marina Myles (@marinaauthor) #Giveaway #historical #paranormal #romance

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The Cursed Princes

Book Four

Marina Myles

Release Date: February 17, 2015

Genre: Historical/paranormal romance

ISBN: 9781601832832

Publisher: Kensington

blurbA stroke of paint and a stroke of luck. Will they come together to create magic at the stroke of midnight?

When her demanding stepmother died, Ella Benoit knew just how far their fortunes had fallen, unlike her spoiled stepsisters. So she never expected the bequest from her late father. A chateau in France and the freedom to live her own life, all at once!

The chateau has seen better days, but Ella knows she can put the ruined house to rights. The life-size portrait of its first owner, Jean-Daniel Girard, seems to watch her work with approval, even pleasure. With bright blue eyes, strong features, and an athlete’s body, the viscount is a tempting sight even now, more than three hundred years after his tragic death. But the more she looks at the portrait, the more convinced Ella is that she’s met Jean-Daniel before. In another life, perhaps—or maybe, as the form who haunts the halls at night, invading Ella’s dreams…

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As Ella passed the drawing room, she halted. Eerie goose bumps blanketed her arms. Drawn to the room, she felt as though she’d been in it before.

She crossed the threshold under a sudden trance. Icy stabs of déjà vu assaulted her because the ornate furnishings and draperies seemed extremely familiar. Perhaps, she considered, I’ve seen the room in one of Adelaide’s real estate or decorating magazines.

Taking a few steps forward, she noticed a huge blank spot on the east wall. The area’s wallpaper not only showed a variance in color, it outlined a missing, life-sized painting or tapestry.

How odd. Why had the art work been removed? Where was it now?

An unrelenting force summoned her closer to the blank spot. Her inquisitiveness grew. If the missing object was indeed a life-sized painting, it must have taken forever to complete. She wondered about its subject. A landscape? More likely, a portrait.

Prodded to start a hunt, she went through several rooms on Château de Maincy’s main level. She searched the front parlor, the back parlor, and the music room. Her favorite was the ballroom. As she entered, a spark met her toes. Wide-eyed, she noticed that rays of sunshine cast a sparkling aura over its faded parquet floor. A glittering chandelier hung in the center of the gold-toned room and anchored the enormous space.

When the chandelier caught a beam of sunlight, Ella received another spark. She put her hand to her warm cheeks. She could almost hear strains of a quadrille—and the drone of chatter as if she were at a party.

Not a party. She rephrased the thought. A ball.

Eyes blurred, she slipped into a deeper trance. Suddenly, she was wearing a stunning costume and was stepping into waltz with a debonair nobleman sporting a mask. The nobleman pulled her tightly against him. Other guests wearing masks looked on.

It was a masquerade ball! More scenes flashed before Ella. Warm wind gusted into the room and then—

Exiting the trance, she realized that the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Why in heaven had she experienced that?

Her father had written that Ella had been at the château before. Yet she had no conscious memory of the visit. Maybe, she thought as she rubbed her eyes, the atmosphere of this house is too seductive to resist.

Still reeling from the vision, her attention shifted to a long-case clock in the corner. Its shattered face was visible through a hinged glass panel that hung ajar. The top of the clock bore a large, vertical gash.

How odd.

Ella inched closer. The open door revealed that the time-piece had been frozen at twelve o’clock. She touched the immobile hands—and in the bright light of the room, she noticed that the clock’s maker had etched his name and creation date into a groove bordering the clock’s pendulum.

Montbleu ~ 1703.

All at once, Ella remembered standing in front of the long-case clock, precisely like this. But how could that be? She must have repressed memories from her visit here as a child. Yet, she couldn’t explain the vision of herself dancing with the handsome man.

Once she confirmed that a life-sized painting wasn’t hanging in the ballroom, she made her way up the grand staircase. Inexplicably, she felt drawn to where she was going. When she reached the second floor of the house, she studied a wall of faded frescoes depicting late seventeenth century life. When something told her to go on, she padded to the third floor landing.

A palpable hush filled the corridor ahead of her. Then a charged stream of energy rushed through the hall. Since all the curtains were drawn over the arched windows, the hallway sat in darkness and shadow. Ella should be doing so many things. Unpacking. Cleaning. Deciding which bedroom would be hers. But a sense of urgency prompted her feet to continue.

What will I find in this part of the house? Glimpses of the valiant but very dead Jean-Daniel Girard?

Gulping, she opened door after door and peeked in. She finally came to a storage space, with an additional staircase leading up to an attic. Creeping up those stairs, Ella surveyed the articles on the landing. Broken mirrors and articles of furniture draped in white sheets lay strewn about. Tangled strings of cobwebs swathed the wood paneling.

A glowing beam of sunlight angled into the room. Ella’s pulse sped. In the corner, she spotted an item covered with a black cloth. The object reclined against the far wall—and appeared to be larger than she was. Pushing the curtains open, she allowed more sunlight to bathe the space. Hands quivering, she moved back to the draped item and pulled away the black cloth.

The painting’s gilded frame was stunning. On it, Ella located a nameplate.

Jean-Daniel Girard—Viscount de Maincy


Slowly, as though her life was being altered with every centimeter, her stare ascended to the nobleman’s astonishing face. Instantly, the world fell into a compelling silence.

Jean-Daniel Girard was tall, muscular, and inarguably handsome. In fact, his good looks were so striking that Ella could barely breathe as she gazed upon them. More than that, she knew she’d seen his face somewhere before. While she racked her brain about where she’d seen it, her gaze roamed over Jean-Daniel’s sold body, penetrating aquamarine eyes, and angular features. He could be described as classically handsome. The epitome of male beauty, really. And thankfully, that classic quality helped him transcend the fanciful clothing and wig he wore.

Ella took a step in and studied him some more. True to subjects painted in that era, he wasn’t smiling. Rather, he seemed a pensive and a bit melancholy. However, she could tell from the laugh lines bracketing his generous mouth that he grinned often.

Incredibly lifelike, Jean-Daniel seemed capable of emerging from the painting right then and there. Ella’s skin tingled.

Her gaze drifted to the adorable dog sitting at the viscount’s feet. A splendid example of a hound, it possessed a gleaming brown-and-white coated, an open mouth, and a protruding tongue. Oddly, the dog seemed to be smiling.

“I can tell you loved your master,” she murmured.

Mesmerized by the man in the painting, Ella stared at his image for what felt like hours. The more she analyzed it, the more she noticed its “lost soul” quality. She crossed her arms. No, that wasn’t it. Instead, there seemed to be something underlying the viscount’s solemn face. As if he weren’t solemn at all. As if he possessed a sense of unfinished business.

To die so young…

She finally looked at the portrait’s backdrop. A vivid depiction of Château de Maincy surrounded Jean-Daniel. A cluster of servants was working in the fields adjacent to the splendid house. Wide-eyed bluebirds perched on the tree branches over his wigged head.

So that’s the way the estate looked in its heyday.

Stepping closer, she zeroed in on Jean-Daniel’s astounding eyes. They seemed to come alive—and for the briefest moment, he did as well. If only they were on a first-name basis! The thought exhilarated her.

While she and the figure locked stares, a new layer of goose bumps sprang up on Ella’s arms. She retreated. Despite the warmth of the room, a chill barraged her body.

“Jean-Daniel Girard is quite swoon-worthy, non?” whispered an unfamiliar voice.


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Devon Rhodes

I did a great exercise once that really made me think about my writing. The gist of it was to list the first lines of your books and draw some conclusions.

I think it’s a goal of most writers to draw the reader in with the first line. Many times the first line pops into my head and I then go write a story around it which works great for me because I sure don’t plot unless I have to. :)

I found that I seem to try to give you a sense of the character right off the bat and what they’re doing/feeling. Here are some of the ones I looked at for that exercise–in a couple instances I added the second line if the first was a thought or dialogue that didn’t let you know who the speaker was:


“I threw up.” The quavering voice brought Corbin jackknifing up out of a sound sleep, struggling to get his bearings. ~Making His List

It was after midnight, and Chaz Warren groaned with frustration as he removed his hand from his cock and gave up his fruitless quest for orgasm… yet again. ~Remarkable Restraint

Jim stopped short at the threshold of his boss’s office, his heart seizing with dread at the sight before him. ~The Swap


So what do you think? I see a trend. I’ve heard you aren’t supposed to open with monologue/dialogue, but I tend to do that, right? I think it gives a sense of immediacy and is intended to pull the reader in right away. What they say and how they say it can really say a lot about a character.

But of course there are ways to do that without jumping right into a conversation. For comparison’s sake, here are some I’ve written since then:


The view beyond the window, beyond the spindled railing around the wraparound porch, was right off a Currier and Ives print. ~Let It Snow

It was the fourth day of having his bandmate, Rory, as his pretend “boyfriend,” and Benny had to admit it was going better than he’d hoped. ~One More Wish

Cary felt a trickle of sweat rolling down the center of his back as he and his uniformed classmates baked on the unseasonably warm day. ~A Ring and A Promise


Though I’m not sure it’s a complete departure, I can see a bit of a change in style. Do you guys agree? Any thoughts on what sort of start you prefer or what might put you off from the get-go?

Here is an excerpt leading on from that interesting opening line in A Ring and A Vow, my addition to the Semper Fidelis anthology:

“I just can’t do this. I…I need my ring back.”

“What?” Cary went breathless with shock as the words hit him like a blow. For a moment, he thought he might throw up.

“My ring.” Owen’s expression was as determined as Cary had ever seen it.

Cary pressed his lips together and swallowed as he processed what was happening. He had always feared that Owen would find their situation too hard—two servicemen in different branches, and soon different countries, for years to come. Cary inhaled deeply then blew out an exhale and nodded. He knew that this had to be almost as hard for Owen as it was for him, no matter how crushed Cary was at the moment. Maybe even more difficult, since Owen wasn’t one to express his feelings.

Owen stoically held his hand out, palm upward.

His heart breaking, Cary fumbled at the ring on his finger. It clung to him as though it was as reluctant to leave him as he was for it to be gone. Though it wasn’t the least bit tight, he couldn’t seem to get a good grip on it. Finally, he managed to pull it down his finger, held it for a moment then forced himself to place it in Owen’s hand.

Cary kept his eyes directed downward. Somehow if he didn’t see this happening, it would be less real. His eyes slid shut and he heard the echoing of the words that had shattered his heart and dreams—“I just can’t do this…”

“I can’t leave you without doing this the right way…the way I should have done it to begin with.”

Cary’s eyes popped back open. Owen’s voice had come from lower than…

His breath caught at the sight of Owen down on one knee before him, holding the ring in his fingers.

No. No, no, no. It isn’t what you’re thinking. He…must’ve dropped the ring. Yes, and knelt down to pick it up…

He felt the ever-present optimistic side of him shoving that nay-sayer aside as he took in the sincere and worried expression on Owen’s face. Cary automatically reached out to Owen, who took both his hands in one of his, still holding the Naval Academy ring in the other—the ring he’d secretly swapped for his own before they’d parted just after graduation. The ring that Owen had told him to go ahead and keep in a deliberately off-handed way when the impulsive deception had finally been discovered.

Oh my God, this is really happening.


About Devon Rhodes:

Devon started reading and writing at an early age and never looked back. At 39 and holding, Devon finally figured out the best way to channel her midlife crisis was to morph from mild-mannered stay-at-home mom to erotic romance writer. She lives in Oregon with her family, who are (mostly) understanding of all the time she spends on her laptop, aka the black hole.

semperfidelis_800Blurb for the Semper Fidelis anthology:

‘Anomaly’ by S.A. McAuley

Staff Sergeant Galen Welc is known for his uncanny ability to spot improvised explosive devices and so he’s pitted against the latest in defense technology. He trusts his instincts and his training, but they may just be leading him somewhere—and to an explosive reaction with someone—he could never see coming.

‘Always Ready’ by T.A. Chase

Making a living on the Bering Sea is hard enough, but throw love into the equation, and things can blow into a hurricane. Dean and Phil must always be ready to love each other because life can be taken so easily when one works on the sea.

‘A Ring and a Vow’ by Devon Rhodes

Every promise must someday be fulfilled, and the best way Owen knows how to reward Cary’s faith is with a vow. It’s been nearly five years since Owen went down on one knee with his Academy ring and promised Cary he’d someday do it for real. With Cary being a Naval aviator and Owen a Marine officer serving in Iraq, they’re rarely on the same continent, let alone together. Cary has been waiting for Owen for years—there was no chance he’d ever say anything but yes. Owen is coming home at last, and wants to make a home with him.

‘My Marine’ by LE Franks and Sara York

Marine Captain Sean Kelley loves his country and the men he serves with, but when he meets Akim, he’s tempted to throw it all away for the mysterious man. Akim Bijan has a secret of his own—one large enough to get more than just himself killed if it’s revealed. But from the moment he first lays eyes on the handsome Marine, he’s tempted to do just that. When tragedy strikes, Akim is afraid he’s lost Sean for good and he’s forced to make a decision that will change both their lives.

‘Soul Sick’ by Kendall McKenna

Jamie thought he made it home to Tucker, leaving war behind. Now, each day he battles to fit into his own life, and save the love that saved his life. Jamie is a captain in the US Marine Corps who carried a photo of Tucker with him throughout his deployment. Tucker is a reformed bad boy who has an advanced degree and an important job but still sports long hair and tattoos. Now, they’re struggling to learn to live with each other again, and things are going downhill fast.

‘Safe Shores’ by Morticia Knight

Kirk’s Coast Guard lover, Shane, is the only person who can save his son from a vicious storm—if he’s not too late. Shane and Kirk’s joyful reunion is interrupted when an unusually vicious gale storm threatens the coast. Kirk has to stand by helplessly and wait while his lover battles the raging seas to save his son. In an instant, Kirk could lose everyone he holds dear.

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Amber Kell

Release Date: February 8, 2015

Genre: Erotic Romance, M/M , BDSM, Suspense

Publisher: ARe

blurbTwo stubborn men try to find love, balance and the path to escape a killer’s hold…

Rainier Lemmon had taken one picture too many. After accidentally capturing a shooting on film, he finds himself in danger and needing a place to hide out.

Greg Carter has wanted Rain back ever since their one and only weekend together. But when Rain returns, it’s meant to be only temporary.

Can Greg seduce Rain into staying longer? Possibly forever.


bioAmber Kell has made a career out of daydreaming. It has been a lifelong habit she practices diligently as shown by her complete lack of focus on anything not related to her fantasy world building.

When she told her husband what she wanted to do with her life he told her to go have fun.

During those seconds she isn’t writing she remembers she has children who humor her with games of ‘what if’ and let her drag them to foreign lands to gather inspiration. Her youngest confided in her that he wants to write because he longs for a website and an author name—two things apparently necessary to be a proper writer.

Despite her husband’s insistence she doesn’t drink enough to be a true literary genius she continues to spin stories of people falling happily in love and staying that way.

She is thwarted during the day by a traffic jam of cats on the stairway and a puppy who insists on walks, but she bravely perseveres.




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Featuring: Quinn’s Virgin Woman by @SamCrescent #erotic #romance

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Sam Crescent

Release Date: February 11, 2015

Genre: Erotic Romance, M/F, Contemp

Publisher: ARe

blurbClaiming his woman will be his greatest mission yet!

After completing his last mission Quinn Powell is leaving the Navy SEALs behind to tackle what just might be his greatest challenge yet, claiming Kaley Woods. The woman is both his sister’s best friend and Quinn’s greatest weakness, two things that would send any sane man running in the opposite direction. But then Quinn’s not the type to run.

When Kaley heard that Quinn was coming home, she wondered if he’d still affect her in the same way. Now that he’s living in her apartment, she has her answer. Everywhere she turns, he’s there—strong and intent—his effect on her more powerful than ever. She knows he’s returned in search of something. What she doesn’t realize is he’s come determined to make Kaley his…in every way possible.


bioSam Crescent is passionate about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and finally got that first acceptance in 2011.

She loves creating new characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.





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