Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Lawbreakers, #BoxSet, Two Truths and a Lie, #hotread, #billionaire, @DarylDevore

Two Truths and a Lie from the Lawbreakers Box Set.

Genre – Contemporary Romance
Heat Level – Hot

 The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist.

If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must read.

From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré's latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-lace billionaire, Mark clash over Byn's need for independence and Mark's struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children's game is their only hope.

Buy Link - Amazon

Excerpt (Cool)

All I had to do was steal a rare, red diamond. How hard could that be?

I followed the others into the Whittle Bus, took a seat and turned to look out the window. I didn't want a seat buddy. I didn't want a BFF – someone to giggle and bond with. I had a job to do. I had to keep my focus.
Especially if I wanted to live.
I stared blankly out the window, not seeing the city shift to country. Music blared from the bus's sound system. The driver turned the radio on an All 80s channel. Trying to block the music, I reviewed my evening. First, act like a meek female, not too competent or intelligent who doesn't speak English fluently. Second, pretend to be an acceptable server and deliver drinks to thirsty, rich people. Third, steal the red diamond.
Simple enough.
I didn't want the gem. Hmph, who was I kidding? I'd love to own it. But, a job's a job. I'd been commissioned to steal and deliver it to a secure box. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I'd planned this job for several weeks, if not months. Finally, the right opportunity presented itself and here I was sitting on a bus listening to You Spin Me Round, dressed like a French maid. So unbelievably annoying. The skirt barely covered the bend in my butt. Every time I tugged at the skirt, my boobs started to pop out of the top. Not that there was a lot of boob to pop out. I seemed to be missing the greatly endowed gene. I stifled the fantasy of putting my fingers around the neck of the old pervert that demanded we wear these ridiculous outfits. And gloves. We all had to wear white gloves. Who does that?
I'm guessing the host of the party didn't want us mere peasants touching anything, leaving our filthy germs which he might pick up and then die of some horrible flesh-eating disease. Hey, a person can dream.
But on the bright side, the gloves played right into my hand, so to speak. I didn't have to figure out how to conceal a pair of latex gloves. I'd wear these white monstrosities, steal the red diamond and not leave a fingerprint in the whole house.
The bus slowed, passed through the open gates then drove around to the back of a large manor house. I'll admit the house wasn't as big as the one in Downton Abbey, but it was still impressive. A red stone house with several floors, lots of windows and partially covered in ivy. The land around it extended for acres in every direction. I'd already done my research on the place. I knew every inch of the outside and inside. I had escape routes planned. Although, I had no intention of needing them. I was confident I was leaving the same way as I'd arrived – on this bus.
I knew where I could hide in the house if needed. And I had a back-up plan to my back-up plan. Several people had been paid hefty fees to watch my back. This gem was as good as stolen.

Bio and Social Media Links

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

An Interview with Hot Romance Author Daryl Devoré

How did you come up with the title?
I am terrible at titles – TERRIBLE. But this is a box set so someone else came up with the title.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
As far as I know, I don't know any thieves and I certainly don't know any billionaires.

What are your current projects?
I am trying to finish a medieval fantasy. But the dragon is getting nasty and I'm too scared to open the document. (or I've hit a block in the writing – lol)

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Marketing. I'm a writer – not a marketer. People go to university to study the subject. Writers are just supposed to know what to do.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Torn between Agatha Christie and Dorothy L Sayers. Love the complexity of the story and the way they pull you in.

Do you have any advice for other writers?
Many, many authors will say – learn your craft, study the rules. I say – write the damn book. 90% of the people who start won't finish. So finish it. Yes, it is going to have plot holes, and grammar mistakes – so what. You wrote a book. Now, you can go back and study and fix it.

Short Answers
What’s your favorite line from any movie?
They're over at the Co-op. From Spaced Invaders

If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?
Tigger. I have a real Tigger costume

Are you a morning or night person?
Morning. What is this thing you call morning???

What are your favorite hobbies?
Yoga, baking and gardening

Do you believe in love at first sight?
I'd better since I'm a romance author.

Does Prince Charming exist?
Yes, I married him.

Thanks Daryl for sharing,


Saturday, March 10, 2018

Goldie's Surrender #FairyTale #SpankingRomance by @FelicityBradon

Title: Goldie’s Surrender (An Adult Fairy Tale)
Published: 3rd February, 2018 with Stormy Night Publications
Length: 82,500 words
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Guess who’s been sleeping in their bed?

Hash tags: #FairyTale  #SpankingRomance  #Menage  #BDSMRomance  #EroticRomance  #Fantasy


What if the fairy tale is real?

We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears' humble abode while wandering through the woods. You'd always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?

Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father's wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home...

In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie's surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?

Publisher's Note: Goldie's Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Author synopsis:
The fairy tale is true…
Goldie Locks is very real, a young, over-indulged woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and influence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. Little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods, and what they will do when they find her asleep in their bed…
In this unique erotic tale, we follow the story of Goldie’s awakening, discovering how the masterful owners of the cottage take her in hand, and offer her a taste of something different – a life where she is cherished, rather than used. For her part, Goldie learns a thing or two about herself along the way, particularly how hot and aroused she finds the shameful spankings she receives at the hands of her dominant captors. But can the pampered princess really give up her life of riches, and surrender to the will of these three strange men, and what will happen when all of their secrets are finally revealed?

Teaser :
“You know it’s not going to be that easy, girl.” Logan’s voice has that commanding tone again, the one which sends electricity straight to my clitoris.
“Damn right it isn’t…” Ethan moves from beside Logan and saunters towards me. “If you have all three of us, it means you have to work three times harder.” He presses himself to my side, his hot arousal more than evident. “You have to be three times as energetic, three times as beguiling, and three times as obedient. Can you do that?”
I smile, my heart racing in my chest. “I can,” I say, excitedly.
“Really?” laughs Logan. “Obedient? Are you sure, little fawn? As I recall, you didn’t find that so easy last night?”
I flush, feeling all of their attention on me. “I just needed a man to take charge,” I explain. “And I got one.”
“Make that three,” Logan says, his deep blue eyes assessing me wryly. “If you agree to one of us right now, then you agree to all three of us. Do you understand?”
His gaze is intense, and the severity in it pushes me to respond. “I understand,” I whisper. “All three of you.”

First meeting :
I am on my feet again in seconds, anxiety ricocheting through my body. “Move out of my way!” I demand, my hands subconsciously landing at my hips. “I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to keep me here!”
He laughs gently at my words. “Oh, really?” His voice is soft and taunting, and I notice that one of his dark eyebrows rises into an unforgiving arch. “I am the master of this house, and as such, I would say I have every right to do so. You are the girl who has come here without my knowledge, entered without consent, and caused quite some trouble in the process.”
I find myself biting my lip at his accusations, an annoying habit that I have not fallen afoul of for years. “How dare you!” I cry out, my arms folding in front of my chest. “What are you saying? That I broke into your cottage?” Rage fumes within me, and I am barely able to contain it.
He leans against the edge of the bedpost, watching me with interest. “Precisely,” he replies with a smile.
“What?” I cry again, adamantly. “I’m no burglar!”
His expression changes, and I can see that my tone has shocked him. A flicker of fear resonates through me as I realize I have angered the beast, yet the old indignation resurfaces almost at once. He takes a step toward me, and despite my temper I flinch, jumping backwards to avoid his presence.
“Who are you?” he asks me flatly.
I purse my lips, knowing that I am pouting as I reply. “It is none of your business who I am, now let me out!”
With that I run at him, startling him with my agile reflexes. I make it past him, my heart pounding within my chest as I move, but I feel a large palm at my left wrist, and he catches me with ease. I turn, screaming at him as I struggle against his iron grip. “Let me go!” I shout, “let me go! You have no right to keep me here!”
“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.
“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.
He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”
I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.
“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle.” His warning is soft, but I recognize the threat nonetheless.
“Y-you… You can’t!” I stammer.
“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.
“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.
“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiraling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”
I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.
“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited girl!”
“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”
I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.
The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I cannot help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.
“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”
Punished? Punished? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”
“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative, “perhaps someone should have…”

About the author
Felicity Brandon is a #1 international bestseller of erotic spanking romance.
She’s been reading and writing for many years, and loves to delve into the psychological intensity of sexual submission. She has written erotic titles in contemporary, historical and fantasy genres.

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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Hawk's Waltz - #Except from "Banished Witch" @AnitaPhilmar #EroticMystery #Romance

Excerpt from the 3rd Story in the Series

A wicked grin kissed her lips, before a tiny pop broke the silence between them.  The smooth texture of her skin changed into the soft caress of feathers and she shrank. The tantalizing aroma of her transformation filled his loins with a barbaric thirst for sex.
A loud call pulled his gaze skyward as a hawk soared above his head. Words filtered through his head.  Do you know the hawk’s waltz?
     He recalled the mating rituals performed above the trees and envisioned the pleasures of flying.
     After a small hop, he flapped his wings and raced after her.  Their destination unknown, she quickly outdistanced him.  He sped through the air and slowly closed the gap between them. Yessss.
The wind, rushing over his feathers, fought to cool his carnivorous hunger but the brief teasing fragrance of her lust continued to feed his desire. With the sun, escaping the pursuit of the night beast, it fell below the horizon.  Red, yellow, and purple lights filled the evening sky.
Why flee? He called.
     The answer stroked his thoughts. Oh, but if you can’t catch me, what kind of pleasure could you really give me?
     Inflamed by her words and the fire burning through his loins, he soared higher and charted the circles she drew beneath his flight’s course.
     Marking her position, he took a steep dive through the center of her path, and then move in a sharp angle upwards.  He repeated the maneuver several times, coming closer and closer to her until his wing brushed hers.  On his climb back to the heavens, he grabbed her talons. 
     Interlock in a spiraling fall, her hoarse raspy cry echo around him. The ache in his cock intensified.  How much longer would she make him wait?
     The ground rising up at an incredible rate, he released his grip and pumped his wings to rocket back into the endless abyss above them.
     A screech followed his ascend.
     No more games. 
     Leveling off, he glanced at the ground.  Her hawk form contorted and transformed into her human shape. 
     Don’t keep me waiting. She stood and walked into a log cabin nestled among the trees.  A mischievous grin graced her lips and then she disappeared inside.      

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Have a wonderful weekend full of fun-loving adventures,


Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Insure #Devotion Have You and Your #Lover -- Hotwired by @AnitaPhilmar #Romance

Can anyone insure complete devotion? That was my question when I wrote this book. See if you'd be willing to be hotwired to someone.

Hotwired for each other...

When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who'd been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn't bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido.

Mistaken for Ross's flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn't have a problem spending time in Ross's bed--or over his desk--but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She's been down that road before and ended up burned.

Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.

Read the Opening scene for HotWired at

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Have an awesome weekend,


Monday, February 26, 2018

Learning to be Little by @KRBwrites #ageplay #romance #Series

Learning to be Little, Unexpected Consequences series, Book 3
Sale date: 11/27/17
Publisher: Blushing Books


She needed a savior, not a second daddy

After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly's growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly's attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn't until he takes her home that she realizes just what she's gotten herself into.

Publisher's Note: This book contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Excerpt - A New Life (First serious swat-PG13)

Kelly placed her fingers on his palm and let him lead her down the hall to her new bedroom.
In direct contrast to the living area, and hallway, which were primarily decorated in chrome, glass, and leather, this room had all the frills and lace of a young miss's pink palace. Beginning to get the impression she would indeed be kept as a little girl, Kelly looked about her with unease.
All the furniture in the room had small bows and flowers attached in some way. The white dresser and night table were so shiny, she wondered if they had been coated with vinyl. The Cinderella bed, which dominated the room, was a little girl's fantasy come true. He'd encased a twin-sized bed in a pumpkin-shaped, golden-metal carriage frame complete with a fully decorated crown on top which had a light, sheer canopy draping from it. The mattress was raised off the floor by ornately finished steel scrollwork wheels connected to a curved rococo metal head and footboard, so it stood level with Kelly's waist. She'd have to take a running leap to climb into it.
In addition to the ostentatious princess bed, there was an adult-sized carousel-style rocking horse set in the corner along with a super-sized padded rocking chair and a variety of stuffed animals, dolls, and children's picture books perched on inset shelves. The room also featured two comfy-looking pink velvet upholstered armchairs. All in all, the chamber was fit for a young royal with the exception of two other pieces that caused the tiny hairs at the back of Kelly's neck to rise. He had added an adult-sized high chair and an oversized baby-changing station. What the…
"What are those?" she asked, pointing at the unusual equipment as though they'd been marked with the sign of the devil and stood dripping in blood.
"Ah, those. Well, there may come a time when I choose to treat you as I would an infant."
Kelly frowned. "You'll make me wear a diaper and sit in a high chair?"
"Yes. I will, among other things. Now, I suggest we—"
"You should never interrupt Daddy when he's talking, pumpkin. You'll get spanked if you do it again. First thing we need—"
"But, how can I—" Kelly wasn't permitted another word before he wrapped his arm about her waist and bent her over. Whack.

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Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine.  In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them.  However, even in Kathryn's novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart.  In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.
To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren't infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.
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