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Interview and #Giveaway: Wolf On Wheels by @layne_macadam

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Image1Wolf On Wheels

Heritage Series

Book One

Layne Macadam

Genre:  Erotic Wolf Shifter

Publisher: Syn Publishing

Date of Publication: 16 March


Number of pages:  76

Word Count: approximately:  38,000

Cover Artist:  Syn Publishing

blurbCaleb Grayson’s opinion of humans is about as low as it can get until Lara Walker enters his life. But can the pretty veterinarian be trusted with his secret? As alpha of his pack, he is duty bound to keep them safe and that means maintaining anonymity.

When Caleb offers Lara a job on the mountain she loves, it is like a dream come true, but there is something strange about the handsome biker. Little does she know that he is harboring a secret that once revealed will turn her world inside out and have repercussions neither could have expected.

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

It’s a pleasure to be here. Thank you so much for inviting me.

Tell us a little bit about yourself?

Well, I live on the east coast of Australia in a beautiful part of the world. I work full-time and I have a university degree. My hobbies include reading, traveling, cooking, tackling craft projects, and writing of course.

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

I think Caleb, as the relationship with Lara took him by surprise. Up until then, he had no time for humans so had to have a rethink.

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

Lara is quirky, smart, and adventurous. Caleb is strong, caring, and a born leader.

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

Sure, I’ll just pick a page.

Caleb followed the blue car. The wind blowing in his face was not unpleasant as he coasted down the mountain assessing his thoughts. When he’d peered through the dense scrub waiting for her to appear, it had been with mixed feelings. His body had hummed with glee for the respect the man had shown her by opening the car door. It was a mark of respect and a rarity with humans these days. But when he’d touched her arm, Caleb had wanted to leap over the hood and rip out his throat. “MINE,” his inner wolf had growled, hands fisting by his sides.

While he’d struggled for control the car engine coughed and spluttered. He’d feared Anthony had been too heavy handed siphoning the fuel, but he shouldn’t have doubted him.

Almost catching up with her, he backed off the gas, pushed his thoughts aside and concentrated on following her at a discrete distance.

He kept her in his sights and was gratified she stayed within the speed limit and took the bends with caution. If she were injured or hurt in any way, it would be unbearable. He was still sorting through his feelings when she indicated and pulled onto a verge. Anthony had done well. He grinned and pulled in behind her a few seconds later.

“Can I be of assistance?” he asked stepping off the machine, his lips curving upward and his grin broadening as he flashed his pearly whites.

“Ah thanks, I’m not sure what’s wrong. Betty complains a lot, but she’s never let me down.”


“My car. I have this terrible habit of naming everything.” She giggled.

Her laughter was a deep throaty chuckle that slid over his skin in a smooth caress. It was an infectious sound, and he joined in remembering how she’d given names to Nora, and him.

“It suits her,” he said opening the door for her to step out.

Her smile widened at his gesture, and her green eyes twinkled with flecks of gold. She was a vision of loveliness. His heart constricted, and his body tensed at her nearness. It was a confronting feeling, but not one he disliked.

How do you go about picking character names?

It depends on the story. Some books call for traditional names, others more modern names, and some call for the unusual. My first book, Desire Unleashed, the hero is Shane Jackson, while Whip McGregor is the protagonist in Obsession Down Under, both contemporary books so choosing their names was easy.

Danikyle is the hero in my sci-fi Star Crossed Lovers so a bit more unusual. For him I just combined Daniel with Kyle. Caleb Grayson is the hero in Wolf On Wheels. Caleb is an old name most likely from Hebrew meaning “dog”. I thought that was appropriate as Caleb, being a wolf shifter, is very old and wolves and dogs are considered to be part of the same family.

Do you have to get them just right and make sure they fit with the characters personality? 

Absolutely, if you don’t get them right, believe it or not, the characters will soon let you know!

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

My first impression was mixed. I liked that there was a bit of mystery and I loved the guy’s arm with the wolf tattoo, but I was expecting to see a motorcycle somewhere as the title is Wolf On Wheels. Generally, though I liked it.

What does writing mean to you?

It’s my relaxation, my job, my pleasure, my heart and soul.

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

I hope they have a positive experience and it leaves them feeling good and wanting more.

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

I think I would do some gardening, it’s been a little neglected of late.

What are you currently working on?

I’m working on two books, actually. I’m a couple of chapters in to Book 2 in the Heritage Series, as yet untitled, and Book 3, Desire Rekindled, in the Desire Series. If I come to a roadblock with one I work on the other. Sometimes it does get confusing!

Quickie Time


Sexiest feature on a man?    His arms, I just love a nice set of strong arms.

Boxers, Briefs or Commando?    Boxers

What is on your night stand/dresser?  A crystal lotus flower, a bowl of Hydrangeas and a Vietnamese jewel box.

Hairy chests or smooth?     Smooth

Cowboy or businessman?  Cowboy

Tattoos or piercings?  Tattoos

Secret talent?   I like to paint

What’s your guilty pleasure Chocolate with wine!!

Celebrity crush?   Chris Helmsworth

Night owl or early bird?   Early bird

Twitter or Facebook?     Facebook

Pinterest or Instagram?    Neither

ebooks or paperbacks?     ebookes

Is there anything else you like to add?

I’d like to thank you once again for hosting me today, and I’d like to thank all the readers out there for their support.


excerptCaleb Grayson’s fur spiked and his tail swished with anger as without a thought or a care, Nora bounded off down the street, leapt over the suburban fence and was lost from sight. His orders to the pack had been clear. Bare minimum—travel in pairs. Stay together at all times. Watch each other’s back. The lure of fresh rabbit must have overridden duty and common sense.

The growl he released was feral as he took off after her. The rules were put in place to keep his pack safe. Hunters were on the warpath and they were after wolf shifters with deadly intent. He’d already lost one member to their violence and would not lose another. Humans, he made a derisive sound. They were uncaring and self-centered. He’d yet to meet one he liked. He pulled his muzzle into a sneer and bared his teeth at the thought of that race.

One giant leap had him over the fence and landing smoothly on all fours on the other side. Nora was farther up the yard edging closer to her goal, but she was not alone.

Frozen to the spot he couldn’t move had his life depended on it. It was as if he’d stepped into a trough of rapid dry cement and was stuck fast. His heartbeat had ramped up and his tail twitched at the sight of the divine human before him.

Awestruck, he snarled at the smaller gray wolf beside him. They’d talk about her transgression later. Nora was an adolescent and still in the playful stage of wanting to hunt live prey. Fresh meat was tempting but no excuse for defying his orders. She pawed the ground waiting for him to speak telepathically, but he was speechless. The female human had him dumbstruck and transfixed.

She was a good head shorter than he, athletically built with dips and curves in all the right places, and her spiral curls were the color of marmalade and looked every bit as rich and glossy in the lunar light.

It came to him in a flash then; this human with her emerald eyes sparkling like gemstones was his mate. He’d waited centuries to find her, had given up hope, and now, like a bolt from the blue there she was. Not even Lycan, but human. It was cruel, preposterous, but true. He had little tolerance for the species, but he ached to carry her home, cherish her, breed with her, howl with elation, but he quashed the instinct as his homosapien side surged to the fore—tread carefully, do not rush this—she may not understand.

“Caleb, what is it?” Nora’s telepathic voice quivered with unease.

He didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, so consumed was he with the human before him. Her shape was visible through the silk of her gown. The night breeze had molded the thin white material to her womanly form. She was a vision. He was grateful it was a she-wolf beside him and not a male from his pack.

As he continued to stare, mouth agape and tongue lolling, the breeze picked up and she shivered. Her nipples punched out against the flimsy fabric. He whimpered. His heart pounded faster now as if he’d run for miles at top speed over the rugged terrain around his Black Mountain home.

“Caleb what’s wrong, can’t you hear me?” Nora’s voice was high-pitched now and sharper than normal.

Before he could speak the woman took a small tentative step toward Nora’s midnight snack. She reacted on natural impulse. Her fur stood on end, a menacing growl emanated from lips drawn back in a savage snarl baring sharp teeth. Crouched low and ready to spring, it was enough to have him recover his voice.

“Stay. The human is my mate. Threaten her and you threaten me.” As he sent the telepathic message, Nora dropped to her haunches, and with a whimper assumed a submissive position—she would not dare challenge him.

The command was issued with his sight still glued to his female. The stiffening breeze had whipped the ginger ringlets around her face giving a halo effect, but when her eyes widened and she trembled, it pierced his heart like a blade. He hated seeing her frightened, smelling her fear, but at this point there was little he could do.


bioLayne lives with her husband, two dogs, and a cat on the mid-eastern coast of New South Wales, Australia. In addition to being an author she has a degree in history and holds down a full-time job.

She has always been an avid reader and voraciously consumes all types of fiction, but she particularly loves a happy ending, so writing romance seemed a natural progression for her. But as she sat at the computer one day — staring at a blank screen — it all seemed rather daunting. Yet once she finally started tapping on the keys, the words kept flowing, and what was meant to be a short story turned into a full-blown novel, Desire Unleashed, the first book in the “Desire” series.

Layne writes contemporary romance, paranormal, and sci-fi. With her passion for travel and a love of history an historical romance is not outside the realms of possibility.

When she’s not writing, you might find her tackling a craft project, walking by the lake, or in the kitchen creating some culinary delights.

Website : http://www.laynemacadam.com

Blog: http://laynemacadam.blogspot.com.au

Twitter: https://twitter.com/layne_macadam


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Feature and #Giveaway: He’s Just Knot That Into You by @nicojaye #Paranormal #M/MRomance

He's Just Knot That Into You - Cover (artist - Anna Sikorska)Title: He’s Just Knot That Into You

Author: Nico Jaye

Genre: Paranormal M/M Romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Publication Date: March 18, 2015

Word Count: ~42,000 words (~120 pages)

blurbWhen Tanner moves to Chicago for a new job, he experiences his First Shift, a revelation that signifies he’s met his mate since the last full moon. The only problem? He doesn’t know who it is. To find his mate, he enlists his new assistant Jon to arrange a series of dates, but each one turns out more disastrous than the last.

With the next full moon quickly approaching, Tanner finally determines the identity of his true mate. Unfortunately, Jon has since disappeared, and Tanner must now begin a new search. Is it really Jon’s family crisis pulling him away, or is Jon just not that into him?

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excerptR-rated (explicit content):

“I love making you gasp,” Jon said, the glint in his eyes holding a hint of mischief. He stroked Tanner’s cock with a strong grip, eliciting another sharp intake of breath. “Good?” Jon asked, his brows raised and those sensuous lips curled up in a wicked grin.

“Very,” Tanner growled, then kissed him deeply. His hand firm on Jon’s hip, he nudged him gently. “Now it’s my turn,” he whispered. “My turn to make you gasp until you’re begging.”

Jon’s eyes went wide, and a flare of desire lit in his gaze. “What—what should I do?”

Tanner slowly stroked the warm skin beneath his palm. “It would be easier if you turned over,” he said softly. “Then, after that, you don’t need to do anything except feel.”

The corner of his lip tilting up in a smile of anticipation, Jon followed the suggestion and turned, allowing a pillow to be positioned beneath his hips. With his back arched while lying on his stomach, Jon propped himself on his elbows and twisted around to glance at Tanner seated behind him.

Tanner knelt between Jon’s parted legs, the soft hairs on Jon’s limbs brushing against his own. He stared at Jon’s form: the perfect stretch of skin, the gentle slope of his shoulders, the musculature of his back, the rounded curve of his ass.

Jon was beautiful.

And Jon was his.


bioNico Jaye is a fan of all things HEA and has dragged her romance collection along for her moves from San Francisco to Los Angeles to Chicago to New York and back. She thinks reading is awesome and loves that she can hang out night after night with crinoline-wearing debutantes, brawny firemen in suspenders, and werewolf shifters with Scottish brogues. An overall feline enthusiast, Nico secretly (or not so secretly?) adores Hello Kitty, cat GIFs, spontaneous traveling, pretending to be crafty, emoticons, hot menfolk, and parenthetical statements (not necessarily in that order). After starting as the pitcher for Team Awesome (literally) and visiting places like South Africa, Oman, and Fiji, Nico discovered that letting the boys in her head tell her where they want to go could actually be the most exciting journey of all.

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#Giveaway and Exclusive Excerpts: Psychic Menage Series by @HoustonHavens

SSebookandprintcoversSinful Surrender (Psychic Menage #1)

Series Genre: Erotic Romance, Ménage (MFMM/MFM), Paranormal, Fantasy, Futuristic, Suspense, Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Mystery.

Themes with a light touch: Voyeurism, Spanking, BDSM, Anal, Psychic, Fae

Tag Line: Why be tempted by one man’s seduction when you can be loved by three?

blurbTop psychic spy Fay Avalon saw too much on her latest mind traveling mission and is now on the run from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, searching for the truth and proof. She escapes but is shot down, landing in the arms of the enemy.

In Drakker and Arlo’s world, women are so rare the men have accepted a polyandrous lifestyle. When the brothers stumble upon Fay unconscious in the wreckage of an aircraft, they are immediately attracted to her. Arlo wants to keep her, but Drakker knows they can’t. They must take her to their brother Logan Abán, leader of their people.

Logan struggles with trusting anyone, even himself. When a beautiful, intelligent, and intriguing woman falls into their laps, his denied desires for intimacy challenge his need to trust the spy. He’s frustrated by romantic Arlo’s claims of her innocence. Even when pragmatic and dominating Drakker defends her as well, Logan refuses to trust his gut.

Can one woman satisfy the diverse desires of three men? Will Logan’s fears be realized by betrayal? Is Fay to be sentenced to death as a spy, suffer a fate worse than death by being returned to her government as a traitor, or will she find a new life and love as the wife of three sexy brothers?

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Phantom Desire (Psychic Menage #2) by Houston HavensPhantom Desire (Psychic Menage #2)

Series Genre: Erotic Romance, Ménage (MFMM/MFM), Paranormal, Fantasy, Futuristic, Suspense, Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Mystery.

Themes with a light touch: Voyeurism, Spanking, BDSM, Anal, Psychic, Fae

Published with: Syn Publishing

Tag Line:  Can the promise of eternal love from a phantom win over the physical passions of real men?

blurbMind traveler Chandra Lamar is on the run, not only from her post-catastrophic dystopian government but from a past she can’t remember. A psychic vision pushes her to recall her purpose for being, but it’s a ghost that awakens her desires for a life she fears she’ll never have. Both push her to remember the past because it threatens what she wants in the now; the Nodin men.

Andonis Nodin battles to accept his failures. The heavy burden nearly breaks him when he can’t save a loved one from the grim reaper’s grip and questions his desire for Chandra, the woman he blames for the death around him.

Nikias finds true love with Chandra in his arms, but is desperate to stop her from seeking revenge on a mission he knows is a one way trip.

Ortello knows for them to recapture the love they once felt for each other, he must be willing to let her go. But overcoming his obsession to make Chandra his and his alone isn’t easy.

Will Chandra go through with the vengeance in her heart or give it up for love? Who is the powerful woman in her haunting visions and will those revealing apparitions crumble her world with the Nodin clan? Does Chandra find true love in the arms of the Nodin men or does her Phantom Desire forever own her heart?

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Exposed Ecstasy (Psychic Menage #3) by Houston HavensExposed Ecstasy (Psychic Menage #3)

Series Genre: Erotic Romance, Ménage (MFMM/MFM), Paranormal, Fantasy, Futuristic, Suspense, Dystopian, Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Mystery.

Themes with a light touch: Voyeurism, Spanking, BDSM, Anal, Psychic, Fae

Published with: Syn Publishing

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Heat level: Romantrix #4

Tagline: Words can never express the emotions needed to be heard by the heart.

blurbDaughter of the Dirt Dweller’s ruler; Tessla Reto attempts to escape the Underworld after the mysterious disappearance of her best friend. She knows her untimely death is also near if her father, Landen Reto discovers her part in forming the rebels to fight against him. The two men sent to help her get away are killed and she’s rescued by a handsome stranger…or is she?

Faerydae returns to Earth in search of an inner peace his soul can’t find after the death of his friend Chandra Lamar. Instead, he finds himself in an unplanned rescue of a woman that stirs everything he’s fought a lifetime to deny. Can Faerydae stay focused on his goal to expose his past and true Fae bloodline, or will destiny play her hand?

Shomar’s uncomplicated world is tossed asunder when his best friend, Faerydae, shows up with a stray puppy and a woman who steals the heart of his soul the moment he looks at her. Only to discover Faerydae and the woman claim they can’t stand each other, yet his intuition tells him otherwise. Will Shomar be able to win the woman of his dreams or will Faerydae always have her heart?

Will Tessla find her freedom? Will Faerydae keep his, or will Shomar succeed in his plan to expose them to their hidden ecstasy?

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excerptSinful Surrender Exclusive Excerpt:

“How much of that will it take to kill me?”

He squinted at her as if he were insulted. “I’m not trying to kill you, Fay. This is a truth serum. I’m trying to get you to talk.” He smirked. “I like my women alive when I interrogate them. They make better conversationalists.”

She didn’t believe him. He’d poisoned her. No truth serum she’d been trained to resist had ever made her feel all tingly inside or her body feel hot. Everything in the room took on a sharp focus unlike the other serums that made everything fuzzy. He tried again to give her more of the potion. She could see in those deep blue eyes of his her resistance challenged rather than aggravated him.

“As a rule, I normally wouldn’t do this,” he said, while unbuttoning his shirt. “But since you’re being difficult…”

Her body tensed. Here it comes. Her pulse hit an exhilarated tempo as his white cotton shirt fell to the floor. All she could think about was pressing the soft-looking fabric to her nose and inhaling Drakker Abán’s scent. How bizarre. She should be worried about dying, not craving her killer’s scent. The poison’s playing with my mind. It has to be. She hoped the mind traveler realized this was just too odd for a woman facing torture. The drug was definitely affecting her. She tried to fight the urge to peek at his tanned muscled chest and failed.

“Fay?” His voice strummed her heart like a string instrument, sending erotic waves through her body, arousing her hormones. Drakker removed his boots and socks. She couldn’t rip her eyes from his beautiful feet. The sight of his perfect toes sent another ripple of desire rushing through her. She raised her vision to take in the mesmerizing, dark, brooding sight of him.


Her gaze shot all the way up at his call. There was that ghostly smirk again. It was there, in his smoldering eyes. Her blood boiled over with desire.

“I said, normally I wouldn’t do this, but in your case I’m making an exception.”

“Don’t do me any favors.” To her surprise, Drakker took a bit of the red liquid into his mouth. So, he hadn’t lied about it being a truth serum. He moved in, his naked chest so close she could feel the heat of his body permeate hers. He pressed his sculptured lips to hers, and her body went limp with pleasure. Her lungs ceased to expand. She couldn’t concentrate on anything but the soft warmth of his mouth. She anticipated the weight of his body pressing into hers. When it didn’t happen, the depth of her disappointment surprised her. Worried about how the mind traveler observing her would interpret her reactions, Fay sent a thought. Do not report my actions as willing. Take into account the drug is affecting my physical responses. This is out of my control. I can only strive to contain the secrecy of my mission here. Her brain was so foggy now, she had to wonder if it made any sense.

Drakker’s large hands held her head still but not in a viselike grip as she would have expected someone interrogating her would do. His grasp felt more like a firm, but caressing, hold. One she was enjoying. What is this drug doing to my mind? This interrogation felt more like a romantic interlude than some brutal questioning.


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“I believe in our love, Chandra.” Leaning forward he brushed his lips across hers, tentative at first then more demanding, sparking a deeper passion between them. “It will see us through this.”

“My heart hears yours.” She moaned running her fingers up his neck and into his hair. Like tendrils of lightning strikes, electricity twined its way down to his toes. Their lips met in another heated kiss. The minute she gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, in a silent demand he extend their ardent kiss, his legs weakened. It was a subtle move on her part, but it was enough to let him know she was as turned on as he was. She pressed her ample breasts into his chest. It was a simple act, but it drove more blood to his erection, making his cock pulsate. Her touch was everything and more than he could have ever fantasized.

He tore his mouth from hers, groaning at the tightness in his sac and the throbbing of his cock, begging for release. Her wanton kisses sent tingles racing through his body all the way down to his randy dick. Damn. Where was his well-practiced endurance when he needed it? He hadn’t spent years studying self-control so he could shame himself by coming too soon with the woman he loved.

He dropped his hand down and tugged at his sac, delaying his need to come, a little trick he’d overheard Drakker sharing with Andonis when questioned how he’d managed to abstain from coming during Fay Avalon’s prolonged sex driven interrogation.


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Faerydae shot her a squinty-eyed look that said he wasn’t happy with her before addressing the beast, Zorid. “Ya question my word as a Star Rider?”

“I do, but then as ya said ya’erself—I’m a barkit—a dirty warrior.”

“Then we’ll be allowing our blades to settle this matter.” Faerydae reached behind his neck and pulled a long dagger from a sheath slung over his back, hidden beneath his leather jacket.

“No!” Tessla shouted. Faerydae’s sword was small compared to the giant’s. He wouldn’t stand a chance against the man.

“Woah! I recognize the man.” Creeon smacked Zorid’s shoulder. “That’s Faerydae.”

Zorid drew his blade. “I don’t give a fuck who he is.”

Creeon hit his partner-in-crime once again on the shoulder, drawing his full attention.

“No, Zorid. That’s Faerydae. Faer-y-dae! The Fae—Faerydae.”

Fae? Tessla almost laughed at the idea of rough and tough warriors like these believing in Faeries, and Faerydae was going along with it!

Zorid’s brow rose with understanding. “Are ya Faerydae of the Erlina clan?”

Erlina clan? Faeries had clans?

He hesitated as if unsure for a minute. “I am.”

Tessla couldn’t stop her mouth from dropping open at his answer.

“Then the magic in ya’er Fae sword gives ya unfair advantage over me.”

Magic? You’ve got to be kidding me. Magic? Real Magic?

“Fine.” Faerydae’s angry glare shifted to her. “Then we be allowing the woman to choose.”

Zorid drew a sharp breath and lowered his sword. “Unfair again. She will choose ya.”

“How do ya know?” Faerydae’s eyes now twinkled with the light of a thousand stars. “If my word as a Star Rider is no good, then she is as much a stranger to me as she is to ya. Ya’er chances are as good as mine, or his.” Faerydae pointed the tip of his sword at Creeon, who remain quiet. “But if what I say of my claim is true, then yes, she will pick me and prove my word is honorable.”

Zorid put his blade away. “Faery words are filled with trickery. She wore no claim and she never said ya’er name as her claimant, nor does she speak it now.”

“Excuses me…it’s not like I’ve been given the chance to—”

“Of course she didn’t bloody be telling ya I was her claimant!” Faerydae sheathed his sword with a hard click, silencing her. “As ya been seeing, the shrew is not easily tamed. Rest easy. My Old World Mole blood was never developed in ways of the Fae. I use no trickery. The woman’s choice will be what it will be.”

“What kind of balls do ya have Faerydae?” Zorid smirked. “Asking me to agree in allowing a woman to choose?”

“Do ya have a better idea?”

Zorid’s glance slid to Creeon, who shrugged. “Fine.” He eyed Faerydae with a hard stare. “Get on with it then. How will we make her pick?”

“Do I have any say in this?” Tessla interjected with her arms crossed over her chest in a belligerent twist.

“No!” both men shouted in unison.

“A Pree.” Zorid smiled at her.

Tessla glanced at Faerydae for the translation.

He frowned at Zorid. “A kiss?”


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Wild Western Week: Guest Post with @YlettePearson Her Bareback Cowboys~ @Totally_Bound


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Transplanting Texan Cowboys by Ylette Pearson

The word cowboys always invoke pictures of handsome hunks riding into the sunset in a cloud of dust somewhere in the United States of America. The two cowboys in Her Bareback Cowboys are no exception. They’re handsome, sexy and comfortable in their own skins. With their natural confidence exacerbated by the fact that they originate from Texas, I just had to take Wade Randall and Maverick Green out of their comfort zone.

South Africa is the last country where you’d expect to find true Texan cowboys and therefore it was the ideal setting to make our handsome boys a little uncomfortable. Plucked from mid-summer in Texas and dropped into the heart of the Highveld winter in the Mpumalanga province of South Africa, the men had to adapt—and fast.

People experience the winter landscape of Mpumalanga in two ways: either you find it dull and lifeless, or you find it breathtakingly beautiful in its hues of brown, red and yellow. A typical morning Highveld scene in the country includes small streams partially frozen with the moving water creating mini-waterfalls over shards of ice and round boulders. Weeping willows, stripped bare of their usual tiny leaves, dip their shoots into these half-frozen streams and sway in the dusty breeze. Tall, yellow grass covers the rolling hills while the bleak winter sun turns the frost particles clinging to the grass seeds, into sparkling diamonds. It was interesting to see if the cowboys could remain positive with the abrupt change of both climate and scenery.

To step up the tension even more, the men had to cope with the change in culture from Western to African. Nothing in their own backyard could prepare them for the African beat vibrating through the whole country. While the metropolitan areas manage to seamlessly integrate Western and African cultures, the countryside pulse to the drums unique to Southern Africa. Taking into account the general condition of the country roads and the minivan taxi’s stopping and pulling away randomly, even getting around on the South African roads are a challenge to any first time visitor—especially considering that South Africans drive on the left side of the road.

When you add a feisty woman to the mix and have both cowboys lusting after her, their friendship and loyalty to each other is tested. Having indulged in ménages before, the three decide to have just a little bit of fun. However, when both cowboys fall head over heels for the pretty photographer, their friendship is put to the test.

Who will get the girl and will their lifelong friendship survive the onslaught of a lover’s triangle?


herbarebackcowboys_800Blurb for Her Bareback Cowboys:

When riding bareback proves too much of a temptation to resist…

When the Groundhog Saddle Company awards twenty-six-year-old freelance photographer and divorcee, Adrian Barlow the coveted assignment of advertising their saddles and other leather products, she jumps at the opportunity. Her bank account is in dire need of replenishing and her reputation as a photographer hangs by a shred over a bottomless abyss. Even when her employer informs her that her duties include playing babysitter for the two cowboys they hired for the job, she doesn’t complain. She needs the money too much to be fussy.

Texan rodeo stars Wade Randall and Maverick Green agree to play fashion model for a couple of months because Wade needs the money to buy his own ranch in Texas and Maverick must rest his injured shoulder. However, nothing prepared them for the sight of Adrian when she collects them at the OR Tambo International Airport in South Africa.

The attraction between the three is instantaneous and the sexual tension so thick it clogs up the interior of Adrian’s four-wheel-drive Toyota Land Cruiser, but none of them are in the market for a serious relationship. Adrian’s past sexual mistakes caused her financial misery and she has no desire for a repeat performance while the men’s plans for life exclude permanent partners for a long time to come.

Isolated on a working farm in the Highveld of the Mpumalanga Province, Adrian is unable to resist the sexual pleasures the two cowboys promise. With the firm understanding that none of them wants a serious relationship, they embark on a journey of sexual discovery that melts the cold winter days.

However, when old acquaintances from Adrian’s past arrive, she learns that over-indulgence always comes at a price…

Reader advisory: This books contains scenes of anal play, anal sex and double penetration.


excerpt Her Bareback Cowboys:

Wade removed his foot from where it rested on his knee. “Don’t change the subject. You’re not opposed to the idea?”

Adrian shook her head. No use pretending she didn’t want them. “I’ll leave the details up to you.” She got up from the chair. “Just so you know, I like creative men.”

“Yeehaw,” they replied in a chorus, and Adrian laughed.

“So what are you waiting for? Get your gear, and let’s head out.”

The sun had started to lighten the sky during their conversation and the temperature had dropped a few degrees. Already she could see frost forming on the ground close to the house. She shivered and pulled her jacket closer to her body.

Maverick stood and sipped on his coffee. “I don’t know much about the weather here, but I sure as hell hope it’ll warm up during the day.”

Adrian wanted to smack her forehead for her oversight. The men came from summer in Texas to winter in South Africa. “It will. Our mornings are chilly, but it warms up nicely after a couple of hours, and between eleven in the morning and three in the afternoon it can be quite pleasant.”

“Pleasant as in you don’t freeze your butt off so much, or pleasant as in I can take my shirt off?” Wade enquired.

“Both. By eleven you won’t need a jacket if the wind doesn’t pick up.” She indicated toward the mountains. “However, the weather in the mountains can be very unpredictable, so it’s better to be prepared. You can have both winter and summer in one day.”

Maverick nodded. “Great. Where to today then?”

“I thought you guys could get used to the saddles, and I’ll follow in the Cruiser. If I see a good spot for a photo, I’ll stop you. That way we get to accomplish two things at once.”

“Sounds fair to me.” He drained the coffee in his mug and turned to Wade. “You ready to saddle up?”

“Just waiting on you to move your ass.”

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bioYlette Pearson:

Ylette Pearson flavours her writing by drawing from her own experiences as Public Prosecutor, Magistrate, Commissioner of the Children’s Court and admitted attorney in South Africa. She loves to travel to remote locations on the African continent with  her husband of more than twenty-five years.

She currently resides on a small vegetable and sheep farm in the Highveld of the Mpumalanga Province. When not in the veld, she can be found reading or writing in the shade of a tree with her three Jack Russels at her feet.



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Out Now! – The New Room by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee)

The New Room

The New Room is a novella length finale that follows on from the end of the best selling, The Perfect Submissive trilogy, by Kay Jaybee.

blurbMiss Jess Sanders, resident submissive of the Fables Hotels adult entertainment floor, has been instructed to test out the new facility that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her clients.

With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room, and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent looking door to the new room.

Under the supervision of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and with the assistance of her colleagues, Lee and Sam, as Jess steps into the new room, she quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained for…at freezing temperatures.

With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone knows the script to but her, the Fables perfect submissive is challenged to the limit in Mrs Peters new room, and beyond…


excerpt…With a shove of her bound hands against the small of her back, Jess was bent forward so that her feet remained flat upon the floor. Her belly and chest were laid across the throne’s cushion, while her forehead rested uncomfortably on the wooden seat next to it.

The volume of the music increased, and Jess wondered if that meant it would soon have to drown out a greater level of background noise.

As Jess’ companion ordered her to close her eyes, a further wave of uncertainty added to the submissive’s anxiety. She didn’t recognise the voice. It didn’t belong to either Max or Lee. This was a stranger.

Even with the cloak hanging over her back, Jess’ flesh felt an oddly clammy chill of foreboding mingle with the cold. As her nipples buffed against the cording that ran around the edge of the throne’s satin cushion, the sole thought hammering in Jess’ head was, Who is this man?

The Fables had no new male member of staff that Jess was aware of. Although it was possible someone had been hired and no one had told her. Wishing she’d thought to ask Mrs Peters if she had permission to speak during the training session, but not wanting to risk her superior’s wrath by assuming she could, Jess clamped her jaw against the need to ask the owner of the fingers that were exploring the curve of her backside with growing confidence, who the hell he was.

Her neck was beginning to stiffen against the hard chair seat. Jess was just wishing the pressure of the cushion against her chest wasn’t so arousing when the anonymous palms abruptly stilled. All but for the thumbs – which continued to work in small sweeping circles, the simple move pushing Jess’ sex addicted body to silently plead for the man to flick up her cloak and thrust himself into her from behind. Now!

The sound of the door opening again made Jess’ breath catch in her throat as she lay over the chairs. Who else had joined them? Jess’ unspoken question was quickly answered, as the imperial voice of the Fables’ fifth floor manageress addressed the man, who was now kneading Jess’ butt cheeks as if they were mounds of dough.

‘I trust Miss Sanders has been obedient for you, Mr Grant?’

‘Oh yes, Mrs Peters.’ Mr Grant’s voice was husky and dripped as much with disbelief as it did lust.

‘Has the girl spoken, asked questions, or hesitated in her obedience to your requests in anyway? Even fractionally? ’

‘Not one word. Not so much as a pause. The girl is as well schooled as you told me she was.’ The tone of Mr Grant’s voice told Jess that he hadn’t expected her to be the submissive her boss had evidently boasted her to be.

‘I only employ the best, Mr Grant.’ Even though she couldn’t see her, the satisfaction in Mrs Peters’ voice warmed Jess a little against the cold. ‘I have to say I’m impressed with what you’ve built for us. This is precisely the grotto I had in mind. Would you like the tip for your services now, or would you like to be a spectator for a while and take your reward for a job well done afterwards?’

Mr Grant’s gulp was clearly audible as his hands rested over Jess’ hips. Instinct sent her butt up towards him.

Hoping that Mrs Peters hadn’t noticed the unauthorised move, Jess squeezed her eyes together tighter, willing her companion to take his reward now. She desperately wanted his cock inside her.

‘As much as I’d like to witness what you’ve planned, Mrs Peters, I have business elsewhere.’ Mr Grant’s voice was getting huskier, and Jess could hear how close he was to coming already. She doubted that he genuinely had other business. It was more likely that he simply wasn’t able to wait to experience the pliability of the submissive’s flesh. The edgy urgency in his voice was something Jess had heard from many a male hotel guest over the past eighteen months.

Mrs Peters nodded, ‘Then you may proceed…’

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bioKay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 by the ETO.

Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

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Featuring His Client by @Ava_March {#Giveaway}

His_Client_2550-2blurbLove wasn’t supposed to be part of the bargain…

On every visit to Madame Delacroix’s brothel, Nathaniel Travers requests the same man. Stunningly handsome and highly skilled, Jasper not only shares Nate’s fondness for wickedly erotic games and black leather corsets, but he has become a trusted confidant. And Jasper’s the only person who knows Nate longs for a committed relationship with his childhood friend, Peter Edmonton.

Unrequited love hurts, but it hurts even more when the object of affection is in love with another. Jasper Reed has been working at Delacroix’s for a decade. He’s saved enough to retire, yet he remains at the decadent London brothel. Leaving would mean leaving Nate and the hope someday the rugged gentleman would stop pining for his best friend and realize he loves Jasper, just as Jasper loves him.

Edmonton’s impending marriage looms before them, causing Jasper to take another look at his stubborn heart. Yet Jasper’s a bastard whore, and Nate’s the nephew of a viscount. Surely there can’t be any hope for them…

Note: This is a previously published work. This second edition has been edited with minor changes. For readers who purchased the original edition, this second edition is not substantially different.

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“You’re wonderful, Nate. Any man who wins your heart should count himself very fortunate.”

Jasper’s pulse skipped a beat. But judging by the way Nate arched his brow in sardonic disbelief, the man hadn’t read anything more into Jasper’s statement, nor had he heard the longing hidden behind it.


“Indeed.” Jasper threw him a playful smile. “Who wouldn’t count himself fortunate to be guaranteed a lifetime of orgasms of amazing proportions?” He bumped Nate’s knee with his own. “And very interesting nights.”

Nate rolled his eyes, a hint of smile teasing his lips. “A damned fool, when put that way.”

“Exactly. It’s just that sometimes…” Jasper let out a breath, and when next he spoke, the levity was gone. “Sometimes people are better suited as friends than lovers.” He held Nate’s gaze. “You need to let him go,” he said, just above a whisper, hoping beyond hope Nate could not detect the heavy plea behind his words.

“I know.” His lips barely moved, his voice even softer than Jasper’s. More a low, reluctant rumble from his broad chest than actual words.

Jasper felt himself lean forward, slowly closing the distance between them, pulled by the all-encompassing need to press his lips to Nate’s mouth. To erase that hard, melancholy line.

The kiss started with just the lightest brush of skin against skin, but Jasper felt it down into his bones. Nate opened, and the first brush of Nate’s tongue against his pulled a moan from his throat. He pressed up against the hard bulk of Nate’s side, needing more. A large hand grabbed his hip and tugged. Jasper quickly shifted to straddle Nate’s lap, their kiss unbroken, their tongues stroking together, mouths hungry and eager.

Jasper ground his hips, rubbing his rapidly hardening cock against Nate’s, fueling the flames of lust even higher. Nate gripped his arse, hard enough to leave bruises, but Jasper could not have cared in the slightest. All he wanted was Nate. The man’s body beneath him, behind him… It didn’t matter, as long as he was with him.

His fingers threaded into Nate’s hair, held on tightly to the short strands. He dragged his lips down to the other man’s jaw. Nipped hard and then flicked his tongue over the spot. An inch farther down and he encountered starched linen instead of hot skin.

Starched linen that refused his attempts to free it from Nate’s neck.

He pulled back, glared down at Nate. “Did you use a bloody square knot?” He tugged again on the offending knot.

“Hardly.” Nate chuckled. “I’ll strike you a bargain. I’ll see to mine if you see to yours.”

“Agreed.” The word had barely left his lips before his own cravat was fluttering to the floor. The next moment, he pulled his shirt over his head, flicking it behind him to join the cravat.

He felt the force of Nate’s hot gaze swept over his bare chest as the man undid the intricate knot on his own neck cloth.

“Do you know what would be interesting tonight?” Nate asked, pulling the white linen free and revealing the strong lines of his neck. “The second option.”

“Pardon?” Jasper’s fingers paused, hovering over the fabric-covered buttons on Nate’s dove gray waistcoat. He dragged his gaze up to meet Nate’s.

“The second option from last night.” Nate swept his hands up Jasper’s chest, leaving a path of tingling skin in his wake. “You wear black leather so well.”


bioAva March is an author of sexy, emotionally intense M/M historical erotic romances. She loves writing in the Regency time period, where proper decorum is of the utmost importance, but where anything can happen behind closed doors. With over fifteen works to her credit, her books have been finalists in the Rainbow Awards and More Than Magic contest, and deemed ‘must-haves’ for Historical M/M romance by RT Book Reviews readers. Visit her website at www.AvaMarch.com to find out more about her books or to sign-up for her newsletter.


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The Risk (Xtreme Heroes, Book 1) by @Skye_Jordan {#Giveaway}


The RiskTitle: The Risk (Xtreme Heroes, Book 1)

Author: Skye Jordan

Release Date: March 16, 2015

Category: Hot Contemporary Romance 

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blurbFrom New York Times bestselling author Skye Jordan, Xtreme Heroes is a brand new series starring super-hot extreme athletes and their adventures.

The Risk, Book 1:

Former Olympian turned physical therapist to the elite Julia Bailey knows all about pushing the limits. But when a sexual harassment suit costs her a dream job—not to mention her reputation—she takes on the biggest risk of her life. Rehabilitating the X Games’ most notorious bad boy might be just what she needs to secure the funds for her own treatment center. Problem is, the only kind of recovery her new client is interested in is under-the-covers freestyle—gear optional.

Daredevil snowboarder Noah Hunt is a rock star—on and off the slopes. A recent accident might have him down, but he’s far from out. He doesn’t care what the sexy therapist with the sweet curves says. He’s got sponsors to impress and trophies to collect, and taking things slow and steady just ain’t his style. A little dirty talk and a sizzling night later, Julia learns just how fast and hard he likes to play. Too bad for him, his heart goes all in, and one wrong move could cost him more than just his career.


excerptHe hobbled to the double doors, then followed the hallway of heated slate to the kitchen, where the mystery noises had originated. And, yep, there was definitely another female standing behind the open refrigerator door—the slim, pretty bare feet and fire-engine-red toenails confirmed it.

But the ménage idea slid further out of the picture when he focused on the trashcan sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor.

What the hell? He rubbed his face, trying to force himself more awake, then pressed a hand against the nearest wall, drew a breath, and said, “Hello?”

“Oh, you’re awake.” Her voice was as pretty as her feet. Already an improvement over the woman on his couch. Maybe his standards hadn’t fallen all that far after all. But her voice was also extremely clear and perky, which was highly annoying under the circumstances. “Sorry, I was trying to be quiet, but it’s getting late, and there’s a lot to do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He rubbed his eyes again and focused on the counters, which were covered with crap from the cupboards. Another flash of annoyance singed his skin. “Who are you? And what the hell are you doing?”

She peeked her head around the fridge. “It’s me, Julia— Oh. Wow. Nice look.” Her gaze took a quick scan of his body before she disappeared behind the fridge door again. “You’re taller than I expected. Aren’t most snowboarders smallish? Bet you have to compensate for a higher-than-average center of gravity. You’ll have to explain all that to me. But go ahead and get dressed first. I’ve got my work cut out for me here anyway.” She paused only a second before muttering, “Talk about toxic…”

Noah’s mind was spinning into one hellacious knot. He’d barely caught more than a glimpse of dark hair and a slim face, one he didn’t recognize any more than that of the woman in his theater.

Thud, thud, thud. Yogurt cups flew into the trashcan.

“Expired,” she muttered. “It’s a miracle you haven’t gotten E. coli from all the crap in here.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Christ, he didn’t want to deal with this now—but there was a stranger in his house, tearing apart his kitchen, and another barely dressed in his theater. And Noah didn’t know what the hell was happening.

He limped into the kitchen and leaned against the counter opposite the refrigerator. With his hands braced on the granite, he took all pressure off his bad foot. But it was too late. The damn thing throbbed as if it were inhabited by an alien. Looked a lot like something off an alien too, puffy and discolored.

This was seriously screwed. His body was a complete pile of shit. It had been almost four goddamned months since the accident, and he was done with this injury. He’d worked his ass off to heal, had made real strides. Now this?

He pried his gaze from his foot and focused on strange woman number two. She was dressed in a blue-and-purple sport tank top and black, shin-length workout pants that hugged a sleekly curved backside. His gaze traveled over her tight ass, up to her sculpted shoulders, and paused on her dark ponytail. Noah immediately reassessed the ménage theory. This was a sporty chick, the kind Noah never chose to share his bed—or sofa, in this situation. He got enough of the athletic type on the slopes. The woman in his theater, he understood bringing home. This one was—no..

He thought back to the night before. Maybe she was a new member of the US Snowboarding team he didn’t know. Maybe she was some crazy-ass fangirl or groupie who’d tagged along last night.

This Julia chick pulled Styrofoam cartons filled with leftovers from various restaurants and tossed them into the trash—most of which contained steak, lobster, or shrimp.

“Whoa,” he said. “That’s all still good—”

“You’re going to have to stop eating out.” She cut him off, her voice matter-of-fact but resolute. “Almost all restaurants cook with lousy oils. You’re getting way too many trans-fatty Omega 6s. We’ll have to beef up your Omega 3s. You’ll see a difference in a week from that change alone.”

“What in the hell…?” he murmured, his mind beginning to open to the idea that she was a nut job on the loose. “How did you get into my house?”

“Your garage door is open. I just came through there.” She pulled out the vegetable drawer and made a low, ugly sound in her throat, then proceeded to pull out plastic bags filled with produce and drop them in the trash as if they might contaminate her. “I figured you were still sleeping since you were out last night when Drake and I talked to you.”

“Drake?” That was the key to this problem—Noah’s meddling agent. “I should have known. Are you his new girlfriend or something?”

She cut Noah a glare. “As if.”

Her attitude annoyed him. This was his house, dammit. “Answer me, or I’m calling the police.”

She turned to face him with two jars of jam, one in each hand, and her front view was as impressive as her backside. Full, high breasts filling the Lycra fabric of her workout tank, a flat belly showing between the hem of her top and the low waistband of her pants, and smooth thighs filling the black tights.

She was pretty too. A few years younger than him, she had a pixie-sweet face with smooth skin, high cheekbones and wide eyes. The kind of face that didn’t need makeup to look great. Maybe there was something to the athletic type after all.

“I was sitting in Drake’s office when you were on speaker with him last night,” she said, “so don’t try to pretend you don’t know anything about me.”

He put a palm to one eye and rubbed at the pain throbbing there. “Yeah, well…last night is still a little blurry.” He dropped his hand with frustrating scenarios popping to mind. “Shit, please tell me Drake didn’t send you to teach me yoga or something equally stupid.”

With heavy lids and an expression of disgust, she tossed both jars of perfectly good jam into the trash. “Yoga my ass.”

“What the…?” He fished the jam out of the trash and set it on the counter next to all the other food she’d pulled from his cabinets. “Would you knock that shit off? Look, I don’t know what Drake said, but—”

“Are you still drunk?”

“No,” he said, then closed his eyes, searching for patience. “I just don’t remember the conversation.”

“Un-freaking-believable.” She let the fridge door close, turned, and yanked open a cabinet, then grabbed his Lucky Charms in one hand, his Cocoa Puffs in the other.

“Uh-uh,” he said. “No way.”

“Noah, baby…” The female voice coming from the opposite direction stopped him from grabbing his treasured boxes of cereal. He’d completely forgotten about the fling chick.

He turned as she walked into the kitchen in exactly what she’d been wearing on the sofa, nothing but bra and panties.

Fuuuuuuuck. He certainly wasn’t a prude, but he wasn’t interested in flaunting his poor judgment either.

But there she was, standing in his kitchen, blurry eyed, big tits, curvy ass, long legs, bottle-blonde hair, and heavy makeup. She might look smeared and smudged now, but he was sure she’d looked damn flashy last night. At least that was what his morning-after brain was telling him. Now, though, there was no denying she looked about as good as Noah felt. Which reminded him he couldn’t look much better.

He dropped his head and rubbed his eyes on a heavy exhale of defeat.

What a clusterfuck.


bioSkye Jordan is a pseudonym for New York Times bestselling romantic suspense author Joan Joan Author PhotoSwan. 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.

Author Links: Website Facebook Twitter Goodreads / Pinterest / Newsletter


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There are five excerpts on this tour – one for each day of the week so be sure to visit the other blogs to read a different excerpt from the book. The excerpts are not connected, so you can read them at any time. Some of the blogs will also be featuring reviews, too.

Monday, March 16, 2015 (Excerpt 1)

What I’m Reading

Smut Book Junkies Reviews

Romancing Rakes For the Love of Romance

Reading on The Rocks

Dee’s Book Blog

All I Want and More Books

Shameless Book Club

BookStacked Blog


Tuesday, March 17, 2015 (Excerpt 2)

Read Your Writes Book Reviews

Riverina Romantics

Eclectic Passions

Cricket’s Chirps

Kimmy Loves to Read

So Many Reads


Wednesday, March 18, 2015 (Excerpt 3)

I Love Books

A Closet Full of Books

Ramblings From This Chick

Joyfully Reviewed

The Book Pushers

Amy’s Blog


Thursday, March 19, 2015 (Excerpt 4)

Romance Junkies

Book Lovin’ Mamas

Em & M Books

Smile Somebody Loves You

Maine Book Momma

Peaces of Me

Straight Shootin’ Book Reviews


Friday, March 20, 2015 (Excerpt 5)

Recommended Romance

Klaire’s Kollection

Short and Sassy Book Blurbs

Same Book, Different Review

ByoBook Club

Belgian Naughty Reader

Harlie’s Books

Interview and #Giveaway: Love Under Two Outcasts by Cara Covington @GoddessFish


Cover_LoveUnderTwoOutcastsblurbCharlotta Carmichael is mostly not ashamed of the way she paid for her college degree. Mostly. As an exotic dancer at a gentlemen’s club, she earned enough to get her degree in psychology.

But sometimes the scorn she’s suffered in the past comes back to haunt her. She fears a similar reaction from Jesse and Barry Benedict. Will they still think she’s good enough for them if she tells them the truth?

Jesse and Barry know all about past mistakes and regret. Feeling like outcasts, they left their Montana home and headed to Lusty, hoping to make a new start. Once they understand that Charlotta is their soul mate, they confess their sins of the past—because they want their relationship to have a solid foundation.

As Jesse and Barry rush to save Charlotta from a stalker, they all soon learn that moving on is easier said than done—and requires a bigger leap of faith than they’d ever imagined.

Buy Links:

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Outcasts-Collection-Publishing-Menage-Everlasting-ebook/dp/B00S5ER0YW/

B&N –  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-under-two-outcasts-the-lusty-texas-collection-cara-covington/1121067556



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

Tell us a little bit about yourself?

I’m Cara Covington – and I’m also Morgan Ashbury. I have more than 40 titles published with Siren Publishing and I am fortunate enough to be one of their exclusive authors. I write erotic romance, mostly ménage. As Cara, I have authored a long running series, the Lusty Texas Collection. Love Under Two Outcasts was released in December.

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

I really loved my heroine, Charlotta Carmichael. She’s a woman who’s always appeared so self-assured and secure. She decided she wanted to be a psychologist but didn’t want the massive debt that went along with the education. So she chose to dance in a gentlemen’s club in order to earn her tuition. Now, in her first year of practice, she’s happy to be where she is, but…because of the reaction of her father to how she paid for that degree, she struggles with a little bit of self loathing. She also had an engagement that ended when her fiancé couldn’t handle that she’d  been a dancer. So, a woman of strength, but one with vulnerabilities. My kind of heroine.

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

Caring, empathetic, and passionate.

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

This is a small snippet (557 words) that takes place on the day that the heroes and heroine meet:

Charlotta felt daring indeed as she entered Lucy’s with the two hot and hunky Montana cowboys. Country music radio was piped through the place, and the after-work crowd had begun to arrive.

As soon as they entered the bar, Jesse took her hand and led her toward the back and one of the circular booths. Once they’d settled she realized they’d put her in the middle between them.

Talk about feeling daring.

She ordered a margarita and the men each asked for a beer.

The waitress was prompt, bringing their drinks and a complimentary platter of chips and salsa. Jesse was just as prompt paying the tab.

“I have to say Shiner is one of the things I like best about Texas so far,” Jesse said. “Well, aside from present company, that is.”

Charlotta’s sense of humor—what others sometimes uncharitably called sarcasm—emerged, and she opened her mouth without thinking. “Wow, there are so many great things about my home state. I’m honored you put me right up there, immediately after the beer.”

Jesse and Barry both chuckled. Then Barry took on as phony a Texas drawl as she’d ever heard. “Well now, Miss Charlotta, in all fairness, we’ve had the Shiner a few times already. You, on the other hand…” He let his sentence drop. But the way he raised his eyebrows twice in quick succession, assured her that he was teasing.

“And it’s going to stay that way today, gentlemen, because I don’t on the first date.”

“Is this a date, Charlotta?” Jesse reached for her right hand, while Barry took up her left. Both men rubbed their thumbs over the backs of her hands, their movements oddly in sync.

Charlotta felt again that fluttering excitement she’d experienced the first time they’d shaken hands.

“I think that maybe it is.”

“That’s what we were hoping you’d say.” Barry brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Then he released her, but kept his gaze locked with hers.

“Your friend who lives in Divine. Is she…married?”

Charlotte turned to look at Jesse. She kept her voice low when she answered him. “Yes, to two men, Quinten Parks and Ben Lawrence.”

“Our sister Veronica has two husbands, and our brothers share a wife. See? It really is a small world.” Jesse matched his tone to hers, letting her know he respected her boundaries.

“They’re all married…but I don’t know if I’m looking for that. To be honest with you, I don’t know what I’m looking for. I worked long and hard to get where I am, to be able to do the kind of work I’m doing.”

“It takes dedication to become a psychologist, we both know that,” Barry said. “Dedication and a desire to make a difference in the lives of others.”

“Don’t paint me as a saint, gentlemen. I’m far from saintly, believe me.”

“We all have our flaws, and our regrets,” Jesse said. “We just want you to know that we respect that part of you that is a professional career woman.”

“We haven’t been wife hunting any more than you’ve been husband hunting.” The expression in Barry’s eyes, serious bordering on somber, let her know he was being totally candid with her. “But you have to admit there was a definite buzz when we met, and that buzz is getting stronger.”

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? 

For the most part, they just come to me. I might even say, they introduce themselves to me. I generally know if I’ve rushed the process, because before I’ve written too many words I have to stop.

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

I loved the cover for Love Under Two Outcasts. It was my first cover my the amazingly talented Ms. Harris Channing.

What does writing mean to you?

Being a writer isn’t what I do, it’s who I am. It means breathing. If I can’t write, I’m not fully alive. I knew that years ago, even before I had ever gotten published. If I were still unpublished today, I might not be writing the Lusty, Texas series, but I would be writing.

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

Every story has a theme. In Outcasts, that theme is redemption. But every one of my Lusty Texas books deals with real life challenges. And what I always hope is that, if only in a small way, my book touches the reader.

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

Ack! I probably would read, and then nap, and then read…well, I’d do housework too, but you get the idea. Come to think of it, I really love my bed so I might sleep more than I read.

What are you currently working on?

Currently I am working on Love Under Two Extroverts, which will be the 26th novel in the Lusty, Texas universe.

Quickie Time

Sexiest feature on a man?

His eyes. The first thing I notice on any man. Eyes are sexy as hell.

Boxers, Briefs or Commando?

Boxers. They give a hint, but no more than that.

What is on your night stand/dresser?

I have a shelf rack on the back of the bedroom door because there is no room on my side of the bed for my bedside table. (It’s a running joke between my husband and myself and he finally put a shelf where I could reach things from bed on the back of the door.) Sorry, that wasn’t quick. There I have water, a box of tissues, and my cell phone.

Hairy chests or smooth?

Hairy – it’s more natural.

Cowboy or businessman?

I like a man who can be both.

Tattoos or piercings?

Either/or as long as it isn’t extreme.

Secret talent?

Mine? I have none. What I’d love for a man to have? The talent to cradle and sing an infant to sleep.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

Games on my computer. They’re brain exercises – that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

Celebrity crush?

Luke Bryan!

Night owl or early bird?

I seem to fluctuate. Right now, early bird.

Twitter or Facebook?

Facebook. It allows for more interaction.

Pinterest or Instagram?

Pinterest, which I have, as Morgan Ashbury.

ebooks or paperbacks?

Either/or. There is something good about holding a book in your hands. You can more easily flip back to your favorite passage to read over and over again.

Is there anything else you like to add?

I never could have dreamed this wonderful career I’m having. Here I am, at a point in my life when I had to quit working after triple by-pass surgery, to now be living my one and only dream…it is the best thing, ever! I am so very grateful to all of my loyal readers for making it so.divider3


Once she reached her open office door, she stood back inviting the men to enter first. She’d originally planned for them to have their meeting in the more comfortable seating area comprised of a love seat and two chairs around a small table located against one wall. She reconsidered now.

Charlotta freely admitted to herself that the only thing that made her stick to her original plan was her own stubborn pride. It wasn’t Jesse and Barry Benedict’s fault that she seemed to be having an extremely physical reaction to them.

You are such a liar. That’s not the only reason. You want to sit as close to them as possible.

Charlotta hated that her inner voice was such a nag—and that it was almost always right. As the gentlemen made themselves comfortable on the love seat, she mentally sighed. She did want to sit as close to them as decently possible. She had never had this kind of a reaction before. It had been several months since she’d felt any kind of sensual stirrings, period. What was wrong with being open, at least a little, to the possibilities? These men were going to be volunteers in a program she helped oversee, not clients. In short, there was no moral reason she couldn’t…what?

You want to jump their bones.

She told her inner voice to shut the hell up. Who asked you anyway?


bioMorgan Ashbury, also writing as Cara Covington, has been a writer since she was first able to AuthorPic_Love Under Two Outcastspick up a pen. In the beginning it was a hobby, a way to create a world of her own, and who could resist the allure of that? Then as she grew and matured, life got in the way, as life often does. She got married and had three children, and worked in the field of accounting, for that was the practical thing to do and the children did need to be fed. And all the time she was being practical, she would squirrel herself away on quiet Sunday afternoons, and write.

Most children are raised knowing the Ten Commandments and the Golden Rule. Morgan’s children also learned the Paper Rule: thou shalt not throw out any paper that has thy mother’s words upon it.

Believing in tradition, Morgan ensured that her children’s children learned this rule, too.

Life threw Morgan a curve when, in 2002, she underwent emergency triple bypass surgery. Second chances are to be cherished, and with the encouragement and support of her husband, Morgan decided to use hers to do what she’d always dreamed of doing—writing full time.

Morgan has always loved writing romance. It is the one genre that can incorporate every other genre within its pulsating heart. Romance showcases all that humankind can aspire to be. And, she admits, she’s a sucker for a happy ending.

Morgan’s favorite hobbies are reading, cooking, and traveling—though she would rather you didn’t mention that last one to her husband. She has too much fun teasing him about having become a “Traveling Fool” of late.

Morgan lives in Southwestern Ontario, Canada, with a mysterious cat, an eight pound Morkie dog who thinks he’s a German shepherd, and her husband of forty-two years, David.


Website: http://www.morganashbury.com

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Spanked by the Bad Boy Audiobook Tour by London Saint James {#Giveaway} @LSJRomance

Spanked by the Bad Boy (Bad Boy Fever)
Written by: London Saint James
Narrated by: John Thrust
Listening Time: 6 hrs 49 mins
Decadent Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, Suspense,
Thriller, Spanking
Unabridged Audiobook
blurbAs the personal assistant to the owner of one of the
top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.

Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?

by the Bad Boy Audiobook Links:

by the Bad Boy Listening List:
Carolina Wallace – Wicked Game
David Nail – Whatever She’s Got
Joss Stone – Put Your Hands
on Me
Kings Of Leon – Sex on Fire
Lana Del Rey – Blue Jeans
Pink – F**kin’ Perfect
Alter Bridge – Broken Wings

Foreigner – I
Want to Know What Love Is

Gabrielle Aplin – The Power of Love
Jason Mraz – I’m Yours

About the narrator John Thrust

The path that lead me to record erotic literature would make a pretty good
story in itself.  I may write it someday. It involves a
cyber-relationship with a virginal gal whose secret goal in life was to become
a full time sex slave. True Story. Her family would have NEVER
guessed! I’d been recording regular “vanilla” type books prior to that, as
a hobby, with an eye toward becoming a “real” voice actor. This gal
pointed me to a specific book and in so doing introduced me to the world of
BDSM literature (this, by the way, was right BEFORE “50 Shades of Grey” broke
huge). Rather than just read the book, I recorded it. I shared it
with her and with some other gals I’d met online. The response was
startling to me. For the sake of modesty, I’ll spare the specific
accolades. The one book led to the recording of another and then
others. The feedback continued to be really, REALLY positive. So much
so, that it occurred to me that this ‘erotic genre’ may be a niche I should
pursue. So here I am pursuing it.  I still record other books as
well… but these books are the most fun *sly grin*. My background started
in radio in college. I toyed with theater, did some plays – even did a short
stint in Chicago’s famed Second City training program. LIFE intervened
however and I got ‘a real job’ supporting computer networks in
Chicago. Eventually that career ran its course and I decided it was time
to do what I really WANTED to do – Voice Act. I enjoy it and I hope to
help you enjoy your listening experience too.

— John

Author Bio & Links:
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met
the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky
Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who
thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published
author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she
did, that big imagination of hers, and all those
clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
Bad Boy Fever FB Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/badboyfever
You can also e-mail London with any
questions or comments at
London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.
Would you like to know more? Join her
mailing list for her monthly newsletter
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