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Guest Post with A.M. Griffin

Today I have the awesome A.M. Griffin on the blog with the latest release in her Loving Dangerously series, Dangerously His.

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dangerouslyhis_msrLoving Dangerously, Book Four

Justin “JB” Blake has never met a woman he couldn’t bed—or one he wants to keep. That changes the second he lays eyes on Princess Saia Xochis. The beautiful alien makes his body burn and his heart ache. She will be his. All JB has to do is risk life and limb at the hands of her abusive father, her protective brother, and her warmongering intended mate.

The possibilities of death and dismemberment have never stopped him before.

Inside Scoop:  This book has a small taste of female/female fun—as well as scenes of abuse that are decidedly not fun.

A Romantica® sci-fi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 

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Excerpt:

“Oh Jesus.”

If it weren’t for the tone in Jess’ voice, Saia wouldn’t have been pulled from watching the human male across the room.

Jess placed a hand across her eyes and shook her head slowly.

“Pardon me?”

Jess groaned. “Please, please look at something else.”

Saia let her gaze go back to the male. His black hair was cut short. His blue eyes were framed with an abundance of dark lashes. Light seemed to dance in his eyes as he smiled in her direction.

Is he smiling at me?

She took a quick peek left then right

He’s smiling at me!

Her heart leapt for joy. His graceful smile was only for her. She giggled and placed a hand over her mouth.

“He won’t be satisfied until he’s dead,” Jess muttered.

She turned to Jess. “What are you talking about?”

Jess watched the male across the room as well. But instead of smiling, she made a slow motion across her neck with a finger. “I’m referring to the slow death he’s sure to get if he keeps flirting with you.”

Flirting?

She turned back to the male. No one had ever flirted with her. She smiled again.

“Good gracious, don’t encourage him!”

“Do you know him?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Jess rolled her eyes. “Maybe I should start saying that I knew him.”

The lights turned low, signaling the beginning of the dinner entertainment. The voices in the dining hall became hushed. Saia strained her eyes to make out the silhouette of the human.

Slow, rhythmic drums began to beat. Light shone from the stage door. One torch, then two, then three, until finally there were six. In the darkness, the torches zipped through the air, swung in circles, tossed and caught.

Every now and again, she could catch a glimpse of him and found that he still watched her as well.

Her heart seemed to thump in time with the drums. His smile had dropped but his stare was intent just the same. His gaze seemed to bore through her. Right to her soul. And she found she enjoyed it.

She leaned over to whisper, “Tell me his name.”

Jess shook her head. “Ignore him like I do most days and watch the show.”

Ignore him? She couldn’t. “But I want to know his name.”

Jess looked at her. “Listen, Princess Saia, this can’t happen.”

“What can’t happen?”

“You and JB. Taio would never allow it. You’re getting married and JB’s going back to Laconia. I’m trying to keep him alive at least until then.”

  1. She turned to look at him again.

Jaybee. What a wonderful name.

“Argh, can you at least get that dreamy look off your face?”

“Is he a slave?”

“No.”

“Is he bonded?”

“No.”

“Can you introduce me to him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

Jess raised a brow. “Have you seen the size of your brother?”

Jess was right. Taio was extremely protective of her. That was the very reason why she could never tell him their father had long been striking her and her mother. And she couldn’t forget that she was contracted to bond with Ranuit Pi.

And just like that, an overwhelming sense of dread had ahold of her once again.

There could be no flirting. No smiles from across the room as she’d heard described on many occasions from people who had fallen in love. Her fate belonged to someone else.

About the author:

A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.

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Guest Author: Cristal Ryder

I think this is almost as good as my debut release with Ellora’s Cave. What you ask? Why my first print book, that’s what! Hot Fusion was originally release in October 2011 in the Oh! Canada line. I was so thrilled for it to be re-released in paperback, along with Letting Jack Watch by Katheryn Wallis. This two book treat is called Canadian Connections.

Hot Fusion is set in a beautiful Ontario town called Niagara-on-the-Lake. I’m fortunate to live close to NOTL and visit frequently. It’s a wonderful area and where the story of Kara and Max unfold. She is a Cordon Bleu chef and he owns a vineyard. In the cooking world when you combine two types of food, like Creole and Japanese for example, it’s called fusion. In this story I combine some steamy stuff between Kara and Max creating a delicious buffet of Hot Fusion. I hope you are inspired to give it a read.

I can’t promote this cover without a shout out to Christian Boeving. He’s the cover model on Canadian Connections. I had the wonderful fortune to meet him at RomantiCon this past October. All the way around he is one yummy guy.

I know Danica will have no problem at all with me talking about Christian, since she has a…ahem…*thing* for the Cavemen in case you haven’t noticed. They seem to turn up here at Unearthly Musings quite frequently.

So feast your eyes upon the delicious Christian, subject of my crush. Le sigh. But, you’ll have to wander on through the excerpt before the reward of Christian 😉 Yes, I can play naughty too, check out some of my other books for that 😉

An Excerpt From: HOT FUSION

Copyright © CRISTAL RYDER, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

The afternoon slipped leisurely by and Kara enjoyed a mellow languor she hadn’t experienced in such a long time. Sure, it was the wine and the company, but this little bit of patio time in her hometown was the best medicine.

Max ordered a scrumptious antipasto plate and slid his chair around the table beside her so they could share. Their knees touched, sending little shock waves of desire along her nerve endings to settle between her thighs, keeping her arousal at a nice, pleasant hum. She didn’t move her leg and neither did he. Their connection continued to grow like a live wire sparking between them. She wondered if he was as turned-on as she. And when he glanced at her over the rim of his glass, she knew. The look in his eyes that drove her to distraction as a ripe teenage girl reflected in his gaze now. A little shiver of delight ran down her spine.

She kept glancing at him over the plate of food, unable to take her eyes off him. They had since moved to a nice Pinot Grigio rather than the ice wine and both glasses now sat empty, begging to be filled. She wondered if it was wise to order more. But she longed to continue sitting here with him, sipping wine, people watching and being enveloped in the intoxicating scent of Max and the flowers. Kara was captivated by him all over again.

He draped his arm across the back of her chair in a casual movement and her heart did a little jump when his thumb stroked her bare shoulder. The air between them fairly crackled and she decided the decision had been taken from her. She’d stay. Here, with him, and let jazzy tunes from the hidden speakers wrap them in anonymity.

“So, you liked the wine, eh?”

“Yes, it was very nice. I should do a sweets night featuring your ice wine.”

“I like that idea.”

“Good.” Kara needed to bring something important up but didn’t know how, and was afraid it would shatter the fragile ease that was developing between them. But she had to for her own peace of mine.

“Max. A-are you still marr…” He shook his head and Kara let the word trail away. Relief flooded through her and she didn’t want to press it further right now, or know the reasons he was now single. Time for that later. The fact he was no longer married was all she needed to know.

He gazed at her intently and raised his eyebrows. “Do you want to know why?”

This time Kara shook her head and wagged her finger back and forth. “Not really. At least right now. I just needed to know your, um, situation.”

He sat back and smiled. “Don’t want be the other woman, eh?”

Kara laughed and covered her mouth with her hand, a little embarrassed. “No, definitely not on my bucket list!” She also felt a little ashamed being so thrilled by the news he wasn’t married. Divorce was never easy.

The rest of the afternoon fell to mindless, comfortable banter and Kara’s contentment grew. The stress and hectic days prior began to fade away and she relaxed more as the afternoon wore on.

Kara’s mind began to wander. What would come next? How would they part? Should she ask him to come back and open another bottle of wine? Worry furrowed her brow and she jumped when his hand cupped her shoulder. His fingers traced up the column of her throat and pushed into the curls at her nape, massaging gently. The movement chased the worry from her.

“Mmm, that feels nice.” Kara smiled and faced him. She shivered in delight and he chuckled at her involuntary reaction.

“Cold?”

She shook her head and without a second thought leaned toward him. He encouraged her with a gentle pull. Their gazes stayed connected and just before their lips met, Kara’s eyelids fluttered close.

Her breath caught when he kissed her—chaste and gentle, but with an underlying power she longed to unleash. Kara craved it and kissed him back, opening her mouth to dart her tongue out and taste his. He met her with a sudden ferocity that liquefied her insides. She was helpless to him, her muscles slack and weak. If he didn’t have his arm around her, she would have dissolved into a puddle of passion at his feet.

Kara forgot where they were, all sense of place and time vanished. Her hand crept up to the back of his neck and her fingers played with his hair at the nape. Sound faded and Kara was only aware of him, nothing else. She sensed the sexual tension building in him and knew they should slow down before they embarrassed themselves in public. But she couldn’t stop and moved closer to him, needing the feel of his body next to hers.

The sharp ring and vibrating buzz of her cell phone on the metal table pierced the moment and she jolted away, almost panting. Kara couldn’t catch her breath and fumbled to grab the phone and flip it open. It was the bakery number.

“Hel—” Kara cleared the roughness from her throat and glanced at Max, who was flushed and watching her intently. His dark gaze made promises she wanted him to keep. Kara looked away to try to rebalance herself. “Uhm, hello?”

“Hi, Kara.” It was Jilly, one of her co-op students. “Hey, are you all right?”

“Uh, sure. Why?”

“You sound kinda weird.”

Weird? No, just incredibly horny. “What do you need?” she asked a little too harshly and immediately regretted it.

“Oh, anyway, the health inspector is here.”

“What? Holy shit, I completely forgot.” Kara’s passion extinguished as if a bucket of cold water had been sloshed on her. “I’ll be right there.”

Kara quickly gathered her bags and turned to Max. “I gotta go. Totally forgot an appointment.” She cupped his cheek in her palm. “Thank you, it was a great afternoon.”

She stood and ignored the curious looks from the other patrons and dashed from the patio. As she rounded the wall of flowers, she glanced over her shoulder at Max. He leaned comfortably in his seat, his arm once again draped across the back of the chair she had been sitting in. He winked and smiled at her.

Holy crap.

That one simple and utterly sexy look totally reignited her passion for him. How could she possibly concentrate on a boring old health inspector now?

~~~

….and, Christian.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ready for the whole caveman crew? I had the good fortune of posing with when I received my award for Rock-Hard Heat. The reason I look like a huge marshmallow is because I was still in my hazmat costume for the Mayan Survivor Party.

So, are ya’ll beefcaked out? I’m not. Anytime baby!

You can find me at:

www.cristalryder.com

https://twitter.com/#!/CristalRyder

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They’re Taking It Off

Hey y’all, well it’s finally here, the interview you’ve all been waiting for. Yup, we have Taylor Cole and Justin Alan Whitfield in the house talking about their debut release, Take It Off! The Naked Truth About Male Strippers.

Now, if you haven’t had a chance to read the book yet, some of these questions might sound a little coarse and way out of left field. However, if you’ve read the guys’ book, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about here. Also, feel free to leave comments or questions. The guys will hopefully have time to stop by and respond.

Justin

Danica: Who had the idea of writing Take It Off? Was it something y’all thought of together, or always wanted to do?
Justin: Both of us had been wanting to write a book for years! I moved to Houston to work at the Houston Labare and Taylor stayed in Dallas working at the Dallas Labare. Every few months, we would see each other to do roadshows that I booked and we would share stories. This made us think, “our stories are hilarious! We gotta write a book!” Not until I saw the trailer months before magic mike came out to theaters, did I know we had to act soon! I wasn’t part of Ellora’s Cave yet but Taylor was, so I got him to pitch our book to Susan Edwards and we got our first contract! Susan didn’t seem interested at first but called Taylor a few days later and had a contract for us. She thought we would need a ghost writer but was happily suprised that we could write and wanted to keep our voice in the book.
Taylor: We wrote it together. We talked about doing it for years.

Danica: What was the best part of writing this book? The fame, the fortune…the chance to revisit your favorite conquests?
Justin: The chance to mark off “write a book” on our bucket list! Also, making friends with all of the Elloras cave authors.
Taylor: Remembering all the fun times and adventures I had.

Danica: Okay, what’s the deal with tea bagging the new guy? Cause, correct me if I’m wrong, but women don’t go around vag bagging people. Unless that’s something new and the Cabal are planning to add this to the induction ceremony… 
Taylor: I would never do that to anyone. That’s a story one of the old dancers always told us about.
Justin: We wish women would! Sounds like a good ritual!!!! Btw: Taylor and I have never tea bagged anyone!
Or got tea bagged!

Taylor

Danica: How has the response been from readers so far? Reviews can be harsh and a bit of a pain in the ass. Do you even bother reading them?
Justin: Yes, so far we have gotten really good reviews and feedback. I love reading a review that shows the reader didn’t want to read or didn’t know what to expect and ended up loving the book!
Taylor: I love reading the reviews. So far they have all been positive.

Danica: The scene with the toilet paper in the dancer’s thong nearly killed me. Does that kind of thing stay with a dancer the next time they perform? How do you come back from something like that?
Taylor: That didn’t happen to me, but I’m sure if the guy laughed it off it wouldn’t be that big a deal.
Justin: It happened and the women never even  said anything to me. I still made money! I was embarrassed though!

Danica: Of the two of you, who’s the better storyteller?
Taylor: I’m better at telling it in person, but he’s better at writing it down.
Justin: Taylor has the funniest story telling ability, he just has to be in the right mood to tell them, though. I write more of the stuff but Taylor adds much of the humor. We are like yin and yang.

Justin on the left, Taylor on the right

These questions come from one of your fans 😉

Danica: How much is too much to share. How much are you willing to discuss with readers who are genuinely interested? Tell all baby!
Justin: My wife had to take a deep breath on some parts of the first book but that’s why I love her! She allows me to be me!
Taylor: I’m pretty much an open book. I didn’t really hold anything back.

Danica: What type of woman is the one type you’d never go for?
Taylor: Snobby women. They seem negative to me and I like to be around positive people.
Justin: Sloppy. I love a woman who knows how to carry herself.

Danica: How did you get into the Caveman Club? (And thank God y’all did.. Her words, not mine although I agree.)
Justin: Patty came to my bar in Houston 7 years ago to audition cavemen. I was the link they needed to sign all the Labare guys. Reason why most of us come from Texas. I declined to model then due to my 80 hours a week to get my bar up and running. However, I always regretted not being a caveman! I wanted to be on a book cover badly. Another bucket list! Things workout well for me, and now I have my goal and will be a caveman until they say no more! Lol!
Taylor: One of the choreographers asked me and Angelo fi we would be interested in it and we agreed and were so glad we did.

Danica: Does it ever get old, getting ogled? How do you get over having a “meh” day and turn it on for the stage?
Taylor: It never gets old. I love the attention!
Justin: It does get old but you miss it too! That’s why I retired from Labare in ’05 but continue to this day doing roadshows at clubs and casinos. It’s fun being sexy! My normal life, I am anything but! Mean boss is what I get to be! Lol!

Now it’s your turn, my friends. These guys are amazingly blunt and ready to tell you like it is. Of course, if you haven’t picked up Take It Off! The Truth About Male Strippers, you should do that. Like now 🙂

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Fantasy Man Friday with Em Petrova

I have a special guest for us today. Please give a warm welcome to Em Petrova! Oh, and definitely stick around for an excerpt of her book, Wild Wild Hearts!

Hi, everyone! Thought I’d drop by the amazing Danica Avet’s blog and share my Fun Friday man pic. Yum, right?

 

Read on for a teaser of my latest historical western WILD WILD HEARTS. Enjoy!

Blurb: Lady Sofia is one of the most sought-after women on the frontier. But her “boss” calls the shots from what she may eat to who she spends the night with. Recently he’s asked too much when he demands she and her long-time lover Isaac use their charms to seduce a man she wants to tangle limbs with all too much.

With Sofia, Isaac Strong is part of a two-for-one deal known as the “Jade Pair” for the color of their eyes. When the rugged Nolan Hollis walks into their lives, Isaac’s yearnings kick like a wild stallion. But will the honorable man want anything to do with them, especially once he discovers the Jade Pair’s mission is to steal a prized object from the Hollis family?

Nolan must have the stunning saloon girl, even if it means she comes packaged with Isaac. Soon Nolan is equally as drawn to the quiet and handsome man. While he struggles not to lose his heart to his lovers from the wrong side of humanity, he works to hide his rendezvous from his family. But soon Nolan realizes his lovers intend to do more than get him into bed and steal his love.

You might want to hold onto your hats for this excerpt, folks!

Excerpt:

“Your action, sir.” Sofia hung over the railroad executive’s shoulder, making sure her bodice dipped low. The movement left nothing to the man’s imagination as she pointed to his poker hand.

His gray mustache twitched. He followed the seam of her cleavage, able to see quite a bit considering the top of her dress dipped dangerously close to her nipples. One wrong move and she’d be exposed to everyone in the saloon.

Including the Hollis boy across the room.

Sofia flicked her gaze up, stopping just short of meeting his. He was looking at her—that was enough for now. She wasn’t certain she should be carousing with a man like him anyway.

He’d been nursing the same whiskey all night but continued to watch her, his dark hat tugged lower with every hour that passed.

Just like her bodice.

She didn’t know why she was purposely tempting him. For a price, she’d go upstairs with any man, together with her lover, Isaac.

They were a team known as the Jade Pair for the color of their eyes. Hers were a deeper, more emerald green, while Isaac’s were a bright jade. But their boss believed the term to be exotic and enticing, drumming up more business.

With Hollis’s warm gaze on her, she almost wished she wasn’t in this profession of entertaining men. Hollis had “morality” written all over him. Yes, he was definitely the come-courting kind. Well, she wasn’t in that market—her train had pulled out long ago.

The railroad executive, his name still unknown to her, spread some cards out on the table, and a gasp ran from one player to the next when they spotted his four-of-a-kind.

“I’m out.” One man tossed his cards into the center of the table with a growl of disgust. Another withdrew a wad of cash from his vest pocket and peeled off some bills, which he handed to the railroad man to cover his losses.

Isaac made a sharp movement, and Sofia looked up. Their gazes met. No words were needed. He glanced to the side and caught the boss, Hiram Marshall, watching. Hiram was waiting for Sofia to make her move.

Damn.

Her unladylike thought was tamer than it might have been. How she hated being under Hiram’s thumb and pinned down by his ever-watchful gaze. That he was waiting for her to gain the tycoon’s cooperation so that wad of cash could cross into Hiram’s hands was evident.

If the railroad man took her and Isaac to bed, they’d line Hiram’s pocket and provide enough cash for them to eat and bathe for a week.

Carefully, she lifted her gaze to the far wall again. A slice of want ripped through her as she met Hollis’s intense stare. She didn’t even know which Hollis he was—there were so many.

The man was pure, walking lust. Dark denims that were stiff on every other cowboy actually molded to his chiseled thighs, and his quality leather boots gleamed in the lantern lights. Nothing compared to his face. If angels truly fell, she could say she saw one in the flesh.

His dark gaze burned from beneath the brim of his hat and caused a throb deep in her core.

A jolt of surprise captured her. When had she last felt that desire? Though she slept with many men every week, she’d only ever experienced this wanting once before—with Isaac.

Her sex ached, pooling with moisture. She shifted, and her skirts rustled. Beneath her lacy petticoats, she was slick and bare—every bit of hair bladed from her pussy.

Was Hollis a hungering man? From the way his hard lips pulled tight over his teeth in a snarl when the railroad man skimmed her jaw with his forefinger, she thought so. Hollis set his glass down with a clink that sounded all the way across the noisy saloon.

“Careful, Sofia,” Isaac murmured in her ear.

The threads of the web tightened. Suddenly, she was caught between Hiram, the railroad man, Isaac, and Hollis. Yessir, she was throwing Hollis into the mix. If he was a hungering man, she was a betting woman.

“Would you like to follow my man and me upstairs?” she asked the tycoon but kept her gaze fixed on Hollis.

The cowboy brought his boot off its resting place across his knee, and the heel hit the floor.

“Why yes, ma’am, that sounds right nice.” The railroad man clutched the bills he’d just won and turned to her with a fevered light in his eyes. When he reached for her, Hiram plucked the money from his hand. At the same moment, Hollis shoved his chair back with such swiftness, it tipped over, sounding like a shot.

At the sound of the crash, the piano music came to an abrupt stop. Isaac clamped his hand on Sofia’s shoulder, almost bruising her. But she knew if events escalated into a fight and guns were drawn, he would have her out of here and to safety within moments.

“I’ll raise you.” Hollis’s voice was deep and rough, like he chewed nails and swallowed them for breakfast. It also sent a dark heat threading low through Sofia’s belly. The fire took up residence between her thighs, and she squeezed them together to ease it.

Hiram stepped up to Hollis. He was a full head shorter than the cowboy and lacking in muscle. But he was used to dealing with hard men and knew how to get what he wanted. At that moment, he wanted more money.

Isaac’s grip on her shoulder tightened painfully. She swung her gaze to him and spotted the glint in his eyes. Yes, it said. He wanted this—wanted Hollis.

Lust pounded through her core. In the two years she and Isaac had been together and loved each other, she’d never seen the flames of need in him for another man. Sure, he gave his body to them willingly enough, but Hollis was different.

For them both. Before she had a chance to wonder why, Hollis crowded close.

“This is a rather large chunk of money, sir. I’m not certain you would have—” Hiram bit off his words as Hollis laid a thick stack of cash on the table.

A shiver that was almost pride coursed down Sofia’s spine. Isaac blew out a breath.

Rotating, Hiram faced the railroad man. “Will you counteroffer?”

The man stared for a long moment at Hollis. The cowboy braced his legs wide and hooked a thumb in his front pocket, appearing nonchalant and menacing at once. The pose said he had money to up the stakes, but he wasn’t going to need it.

Sofia sank her teeth into her lower lip. Hollis’s gaze latched on to her mouth and held.

Finally, the tycoon shook his head. “Nope. Other women in these parts to be had. I won’t separate myself from more money.” He held out his hand, and Hiram placed his winnings in his palm.

“Sofia, Isaac, you’ve got yourself a gentleman for the evening. Take good care of him.” Hiram greedily stuffed the wad of money into his vest pocket and hightailed it out of the saloon. His work was done, and now he’d be off to his bed like the lazy sloth he truly was. A man who worked not at all but lived off other people’s “talents.”

“I thank you, sir, for such a gracious offer,” Sofia whispered, the words not laced with her usual syrupy sweetness. Isaac heard her breathlessness and inched closer, putting one arm around her waist.

Hollis nodded, then glanced upward. “Shall we go upstairs?”

White heat scorched her sex. Her nipples pebbled. “By all means.”

As she followed Hollis’s thickly muscled body up the short flight of wooden stairs, Sofia’s heart galloped out of control. Certainly a man like him would know his way around a woman’s body as well as he knew how to rope a stallion.

Thank you to Danica for hosting me!

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Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~
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Guest Blogger Lila Shaw

Today I have Lila Shaw on the blog with her book, All’s Fair in Love and War.

But first, a little about Lila!

Lila Shaw is the pen name for a writer of works of erotica and erotic romance.  She also writes adult fiction (romance, suspense and short stories in all genres) and non-fiction under the pen name of Claire Gillian.
Lila’s erotic writings typically involve strong-willed women with feminist tendencies, and are often playful, sarcastic and even silly.  She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously.

Her published works include All’s Fair in Love and War, short stories in the Midnight Seduction and Stockings and Suspenders anthologies, all from Evernight Publishing. As Claire Gillian, her debut novel, The P.U.R.E. was released April 16th.

Lila lives in the Pacific NW with her (inspirational) husband and two sons.  She works full time as a finance/operations professional for a large insurance company. 

Blurb:

Only two obstacles block Shelby Donaldson’s path to success at her new job–her sizzling hot supervisor and his freezing cold attitude. Maybe her flirting got a little out of hand at first, but that’s no reason for Mr. Sighs-A-Lot to screw her over in her performance review.

Colin Montoya is not going to fall for Shelby’s sex-in-a-suit brand of temptation. He’s got her number and is not going to dial it, nor is he going to allow Shelby’s philandering brother to marry his baby sister.

After an explosive one-night stand goes awry, battle lines are drawn.  But can the warring co-workers negotiate a cease-fire long enough to realize their romantic fortunes might just lie in each other?
Excerpt:

Colin watched Shelby leave, baffled as usual by her flighty behavior. She was the most frustrating woman he had ever met, in more ways than one. Having to work with her for three weeks had stretched his tolerance to the limit. He was grateful to finally be rid of her, the signed performance review in his hot little hands. If only his body felt the same way about her as his head.

He rose from his chair and followed her out. He checked his watch. Nearly five-thirty. Since it was also a Friday, happy hour at the usual location awaited. Good thing, too, because he always felt like a stiff drink after an exchange with Shelby Donaldson.

Shelby sashayed around the corner to her cubicle. Colin couldn’t help but track her hips as they swayed. Exasperated with his unbidden reaction, he made a hard right into his own cubicle and collapsed into his chair. After lingering over a few last minute client details, he organized and stowed his work, then headed out.

At Roscoe’s Sports Bar and Grill in the heart of downtown Portland, Oregon, Colin zeroed in on the tiny table a couple of his buddies had staked out near the foosball tables. Pulling up a bar stool, he ordered a beer then dove into the order of nachos that claimed nearly the entire surface of the table. He and his friends caught up with each other, and he shared the reason for his tardiness.

“Isn’t that her over there?” His friend and colleague Allan pointed to a table of giggly women near the bar.

Colin turned and saw several women from his firm, including Shelby.

“Yeah.” He spun back around, hoping she hadn’t spotted him.

“Which one is she?” his other friend, Christian, asked.

“She’s the one in the red sweater with long dark hair parted on the side, big hoop earrings with these stupid cats hanging from the bottom, sinister blood red talons for fingernails. You can’t miss her if you look for the pall of obstinacy that surrounds her, sort of like Pigpen from Peanuts with his cloud of dirt.”

“The one with the nice rack?”

“I hadn’t noticed.” Colin feigned disinterest, struggling to keep all inflection from his voice.

“I guess you were too preoccupied with her pus – kitties.” Allen slapped him on the back, and both friends guffawed.

If Colin were being honest, he’d have to admit that not much about Shelby escaped his attention – hazel eyes that danced with amusement at the oddest things, a laugh that contrasted sharply with her delicate features in its bawdiness. And yes, she had a nice rack, as well as nice legs and a tight little body she obviously pampered. Every square inch of her was designed to distract and lure a man to his doom. Even her infectious laughter, which cut through the din of the bar, got to him. It always had, but that lethal package was marred by a personality made of piss and vinegar when she didn’t get her way. Given the inappropriateness of dating a co-worker, especially a subordinate, he was almost grateful for the fatal flaw.
Colin escaped to the bathrooms to shut out the mirthful sounds. On his return, he met Shelby in the narrow hallway. They did the obstacle dance with each other before he stopped and stood to one side. As she nodded then passed, he got a whiff of her perfume, the same scent she wore every day. Over his shoulder, he watched her walk away before he continued back to his table, shaking his head. He absolutely hated how she turned him upside down.

***Wow, great excerpt! This book sounds great. If you want to stalk follow Lila, you can find her here:

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Fantasy Man Friday Guest Blogger Doris O’Connor

Warning, warning warning, I have a super hot guest blogger today in the form of Doris O’Connor. She’s giving away a copy of her release, Too Cold To Love, but I warn you, the excerpt is extra hot so watch your eyes!

Hello everyone

Danica has kindly allowed me to take over her blog today for Fantasy Man Friday. So in keeping with the theme I thought I would share my inspiration for the Giovanni Cousins, the very yummy Joe Manganiello.

 

I know he has far too many clothes on, lol, but that pic worked so well for the following scene. When my heroine Elise first spots him, she interrupts a workout.

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 Before she could bend down to retrieve the contents the front door opened, and Elise forgot to breathe. The man stood glowering down on her had to be at least six foot two of hard muscle, perfectly showcased in vest top and low slung joggers. She’d interrupted a workout if the fine sheen of perspiration on his face was anything to by. Ice cold blue eyes, framed by heavy lashes, sat in a proud, patrician face, covered in a day’s worth of stubble. He raised his hand to push his slightly too long, black hair away from his face, and the musk of hot, sweaty male, mixed with the faint scent of his cologne invaded Elise’s senses. Her fingers itched to touch the impossibly broad shoulders, and she hastily dropped her eyes and balled her hands into fists to resist giving in to the impulse. This was Marco Giovanni?

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Marco is rather exasperated with his flighty nanny, and can’t quite figure out why he is suddenly attracted to her. I think we can all see why Elise is attracted to him.

Of course the path of true love does not go smoothly for those two, far from it. Well, blackmail is not the best basis for a marriage really, even if Marco has good reasons for it.

Why does Elise agree to it? She has to protect her twin sister and the chemistry she shares with the man himself makes the whole process somewhat easier.

 See what I mean?

*winks* 

Blurb:

Marco Giovanni has shut off his emotions, following a messy divorce. His small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny ever?

Elise has always been the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer impossible to deal with. Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her twin accrued.

In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all?

Warning, hot, steamy excerpt to follow!

Excerpt:

Marco’s knowing gaze met hers in the bathroom mirror, and the heat she saw in his eyes started a slow answering fire deep within her. Awareness sparked between them.

The towel slowly slipped from her fingers. The ice hit the tiled floor with a thud and broke the spell. She almost ran into the other room and frantically tried the other door.

“I have it on good authority that they are fire doors, my lovely, so I’d give up now. I like your shoulders just the way they are, cara mia.”

Marco leant against the door frame propped up by his good shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest, a slow smile on his lips. He checked the lock on the bathroom door.

“And I’m pleased to note there isn’t a lock on here, lest you decide to go hiding in another bathroom. I seem to recall you were rather fond of that on our honeymoon.”

Elise winced, followed by a vivid blush as she remembered their wedding night.

Marco simply smiled. He slowly advanced towards her, and Elise backed away until she bumped into the wall. He reminded her of a predator stalking his prey.

“Marco, we need to talk.”

One last long stride brought him so close his thighs touched hers, and he put one hand either side of her head.  His big body crowded her against the wall, and his sinful mouth hovered over hers.

“So talk, cara mia. I’m all yours.”

His hot breath fanned across her face, and Elise closed her eyes. She bit back a moan when he kissed her nose and rained butterfly kisses along her jaw line. He suckled gently on just the right spot on her neck to make her knees turn to jelly.

“Marco…please…stop…”

Somehow she found the strength to put her shaking hands on his chest, only to meet hot, hard, male flesh. This time she couldn’t stop the very feminine moan escaping. Was that needy sound really her?

Apparently so, judging by Marco’s low groan in her ear. He moved his hand to cup her breast, the nipple thrusting shamelessly into his caress.

“You don’t sound as though you want me to stop, cara mia. In fact, I would hazard a guess that you’re wet enough for me to fuck you right here.”

The crude words should have shocked Elise, but instead she whimpered in response to his words. He ground his hips suggestively into hers until the full force of his erection rested against her pussy. Heat flooded between her thighs, and she pulled his head down for kiss.

“You’re talking too much, Tarzan.”

She caught a quick glimpse of triumph in his glittering eyes before his mouth claimed hers. His tongue tangled with hers, and they both groaned. One of his hands fisted in her hair, and the other lifted her skirt. He cupped her mound and murmured his approval.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.”

He bunched the sodden material of her underwear in his hand and pulled. The move brought delicious pressure to her clit, and Elise panted in excitement. Cool air hit her slick folds when the material gave way with an audible rip. His large hand replaced the fabric, and her pussy clamped down on the fingers he thrust into her channel. His teeth nipped her neck, nudging her arousal up another notch, and he kicked her feet apart to spread her wider. She clung to his shoulders, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and he swore. He thrust two more fingers into her hungry cunt, and she lifted her leg to give him better access. He withdrew his fingers, and Elise tensed when he inserted one slick digit into her anus.

“Relax, pasticcino.”

His eyes sought hers, and he smiled. He kissed her, and Elise relaxed into the strange sensation. When he inserted another finger into her tight hole, she gasped into his mouth. He thrust slowly in and out of her, and Elise pulled him closer to her still, as her hips moved of their own accord. Unused nerve endings sprang to life, and darts of pleasure skittered to her clitoris. Her breath came in short gaps, as her arousal built.

“That’s my girl. I knew you’d like this.” Marco’s strained voice in her ear was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. She pushed down on his fingers, seeking more, and moaned her disappointment when he withdrew them slowly. He grabbed her buttocks and ground her aching clit into his still covered cock. He thrust into her, and the friction on her throbbing bud proved too much for Elise.

“Please, Marco.”

“What, cara mia?”

Marco pulled away, and she groaned.

“What do you want, my wife?”

The heat in his ever darkening gaze stoked her arousal to fever pitch, and she impatiently tugged at his trousers.

“I want you in me, now, Marco.”

His eyes darkened further at her whispered plea, and she breathed a sigh of relief when his hands helped her free his cock. It sprung out of its confines up to his taut stomach, and Elise licked her lips in anticipation. She cupped his balls, and it was Marco’s turn to groan.

“Jesus, woman, you’re killing me.”

He pushed her hands away, and Elise arched into his palms, when he pulled down her tank top and exposed her breasts. He kneaded each aching globe, before he pushed them together and laved the nipples in turn. Every suckle sent shards of pure pleasure down towards Elise’s clit where delicious anticipation built in waves. She moaned her protest when Marco released the glistening buds and kissed his way back up to her collarbone. She could feel his strained smile before she saw it.

“Wrap your legs around me. I need to get inside you right now.”

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Thanks again for letting me gate crash Danica, and if you’d like to check Marco out for free, please leave a comment. I will be giving away one copy of Too Cold To Love to a random commenter.

If you want your copy of Too Cold to Love right now, you can find it at the following locations:

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/too-cold-to-love-by-doris-oconnor/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Cold-Love-Giovanni-Clan-ebook/dp/B00816GM34/ref=sr_1_11?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1336419189&sr=1-11

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/too-cold-to-love

Allromance Ebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-toocoldtolove-789180-149.html 

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Guest Blogger Marsha A. Moore

The Memories in my Collection of Sea Glass

When my father was still living, we spent many hours on vacations searching for and collecting sea glass. I still have our jar full of weathered “gems” sitting on my writing desk. The title of my latest release, Sea Glass and Sand Memories came quickly, when I had only a shred of the plot and setting in mind. It has a double meaning. To me, the title is all about the memories of those family trips, the wonderful times I had with my father who I miss a lot. The second meaning of the title comes with the ending. When my main character, young woman named Kate, returns to a familiar location in search of sea glass, she finds a surprise in store for her.

Sea glass is glass found on beaches of oceans, bays, rivers, and lakes that has been tumbled smooth by the action of waves, water, and sand. The results are pieces of broken glass, frosted and smooth like gems. In a rainbow of colors, the original source determines the color and texture. The most common are Kelly green, brown, and colorless, mostly from bottles used to sell beer, juices and soft drinks. Less common colors include jade and amber (from whiskey and medicine bottles), lime green, forest green, and soft blues (from soda bottles during the 1960s or earlier). The rarest colors are purple, cobalt/cornflower (Milk of Magnesia and Vick’s VapoRub bottles) and aqua (Ball Mason canning jars).

Dad and I aimed for any color other than clear with equal delight. Many great pieces of our collection came from the setting of my story, the western coastline of Lake Michigan, the dunes area. That area of shore has a relaxed, time-stands-still feeling I think made a good setting to harbor a mysterious ghost story. It’s a quaint artsy area, a quiet place where unusual happenings could pass unnoticed for years…until the right person stumbled in like Kate.

Blurb:

Looking forward to a relaxing week at a Lake Michigancoastal resort, Kate finds much more than the picturesque dunes she intended to paint. Adventures start when her requested room is switched beside an unusual couple – a witch and her lover, a ghost.

During her stay, the handsome ghost, Anson, tries to ensnare her into helping him escape the witch who killed him and then enslaved his spirit. That witch holds him captive on the property of his mother’s resort. Anson wins Kate’s heart and loyalty, but is that enough to set him free?

Warning: This story contains paranormal sex, pagan abuse of a ghost spirit, nightmares, and happy family memories.

Excerpt:

A loud knock on my door made us hush.

I held my breath.

I heard metal scraping, as though the door bolt slide open. A shadow moved across the rug in the main room.

My pulse rang in my ears.

Zandra stood in the bedroom doorway, her face ashen. “Lover, you and I have something to discuss. Leave her!” she commanded.

Anson gathered his clothes and left obediently. With only a chilling look cast at me, she turned and followed him.

What would she do to him? I dressed quickly and quietly, moving to a position under their sitting room window, listening to every noise. Soon, they argued.

“I own your soul,” Zandra pronounced.

“You possess me only by your black deeds.”

“You are my lover. What do you think you’re doing with that girl?”

“I will never love you.” His voice remained composed and assertive.

She declared, “Then, you will never love her.”

I rose up just enough to peer through a slat in the blind.

She stomped across the room, snatched an amber-colored bottle from a shelf, and yanked out the stopper. She turned toward Anson. Her face looked like a corpse, drawn and white. She proclaimed, “Captus anima!

My mouth dropped open as his form vaporized into smoke sucked in by the bottle. When all his matter entered the vessel, she quickly replaced the stopper.

Her lips curled. “You will never love again.” Then, she looked directly at me.

Horrified, I dropped down. My heart thumped in my chest. Had she seen me? I waited. Nothing happened. Then I heard her footsteps, but they sounded from farther in the apartment. I crept back to my room. I sat on the floor, completely still, listening. Still nothing. A faint glow of dawn shone through the window. What should I do?

 

Author Bio:

Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. Her creativity also spills into watercolor painting and drawing. After a move fromToledotoTampain 2008, she’s happily transforming into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors. Crazy about cycling, she usually passes the 1,000 mile mark yearly. She is learning kayaking and already addicted. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade and that spiritual quest helps her explore the mystical side of fantasy. She never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at new stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical!

Links to Marsha and her books:

Website       http://MarshaAMoore.com

Blog            http://MarshaAMoore.blogspot.com

Twitter        http://twitter.com/MarshaAMoore

Facebook    http://facebook.com/marshaamooreauthorpage

Goodreads  http://www.goodreads.com/marshaamoore

Sea Glass and Sand Memories purchase link

https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php?page=shop.product_details&flypage=flypage.tpl&product_id=139&category_id=69&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=1

 

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