Wednesday, January 9, 2019

In Pursuit of Molly - It was now or never. @blushingalyssa #romance #bestsellingauthor



In Pursuit of Molly (Book 1 Cián O’Connor)
By Alyssa Bailey
Release: November 19, 2018


Blurb:
Molly Rasher had been obsessed with Cián O’Connor from the day she met the preoccupied veterinarian student. She was still dreaming of his toned body and serious demeanor when she finished college but he had only nodded and smiled in passing. With no further contact, it seemed her sexy dreams would have to find another star, until he walked into the clinic’s front door, reigniting her passions.
Cián was more than half-way through his training to be a veterinarian. Finally, he could afford to pursue his angel. Molly’s endearing, shy smile had tantalized him for almost two years and now the opportunity to be with her fell into his lap, he was going to grab it with both hands. He prayed she was ready for him because he’d learned if you wanted something bad enough, you held on tight until you got it. No matter the cost.


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Excerpt
It was Friday evening. Molly and Cián were closing for the weekend. It was the Rashers’ anniversary weekend, so the clinic would be closed except for emergencies. Warren and several other community vets did weekend emergency rotations which had worked well for a few years. Cián and Molly would handle anything that came up.
“Hey, Molly, do you want to go out somewhere?”
Molly smiled mischievously. “I don’t know. You mean like a date?”
“Yes, exactly like a date.”
Cián’s eyes looked at her confidently but more than that, as though he were the only one that could ask her. Proprietorship. Molly’s core pinged.
“But a few weeks ago, you told my dad you dated only those who you would consider as a wife.”
“Do you listen at many keyholes?”
Molly felt the heat rise up her neck and onto her cheeks with intense embarrassment. “No. It was an accident.”
He nodded with a little twitch of his lips. “Yes, I remember. That hasn’t changed.”
“Then why ask me to go out?”
“Well, going on the premise we just discussed, I’d make the obvious conclusion that I think you might be marriage material.”
“Might?” she squealed.
 “Yeah? Well, what if I’m not sure you’re marriage material?”
“No problem.”
“No problem?”
He reached over and dropped a light possessive kiss on her lips. “Nope.” His grin was broad and cocky. “To know me is to love me. Besides, I’ve learned from my sisters, the way to a woman’s heart is through action. Things like licking, kissing, worshiping, listening, oh, and when the time is right, clit action is never a bad choice.”
“Cián O’Connor, did you just say that to me?”
“Did you just question my motives for asking you out tonight?”
“I was teasing.”
Seriousness spread across his face again, causing her some concern. “I wasn’t.”
Molly waited to see if he would ask again. He didn’t. “Are you sure you want to date the boss’s daughter?”
“I’m sure I want to date you.”
“I’ll have to see if I’m free.”
There was a knock at the clinic’s locked door. Cián turned to see who was there. He leaned in close as he passed. His hot moist breath flowed over her cheek and bathed her neck.
“I spank for naughty. Remember that.”

Author Bio-Alyssa Bailey
USA Today best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.
Alyssa loves writing romance for the naughty in all of us. She writes power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices. 
If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Native Americans. 


Author Links
You can find Alyssa online:
Twitter: @blushingalyssa
Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/

Author’s Other Works


Lords and Little Ladies Series:
       The Black Laird Demands (book 3)

Safe and Secure Series:

Clearwater Ranch Series

Lone Wind Series:

Chase Abbey Series:

The O'Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn's Story


Ciaran and Katherine's Story

Quinlan and Cheyenne's Story

Kelli and Parker’s Story

Anthologies


Misc.



Anita

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Her Celtic Master by #AsheBarker , #Vikings , #HistoricalRomance


Media Kit
Her Celtic Masters
By Ashe Barker



●       Stormy Night, 2018
●       Released 23 November 2018
●       Historical erotic romance, Viking romance
●       HEA ending


Tagline:

Two fierce Celtic Warriors with a thirst for vengeance, and the proud Viking lady with the strength to submit.

Blurb:

Left penniless and without a home by a sudden, tragic turn of events, twenty-year-old Kristin Lofnsdottir plans to start a new life as a seafaring trader. If she is going to have any chance at surviving, however, let alone succeeding, she'll need money and capable men to protect her. A partnership with a pair of Celts offers both, but Kristin quickly realizes that the arrangement will mean sharing much more than just her profits. The two stern, handsome brothers intend to make her theirs, demanding obedience, punishing defiance, and mastering her beautiful body together.

Though Nyle and Bowdyn have been given plenty of reason to hate Vikings over the years, conquering the feisty, headstrong Kristin proves even more satisfying than they had anticipated. As they claim her ever more thoroughly and shamefully, her need for them only grows more intense, but can they be firm enough to tame her recklessness before it puts them all in danger?

Publisher's Note: Her Celtic Masters is a stand-alone sequel to Conquered by the Viking. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

Author Synopsis:

Ripped from their home in a brutal Viking raid, their family murdered before their eyes, Nyle and Bowdyn, sons of Connell of Cynwrig have every reason to loathe their cruel captors. Miraculously, they both survive their ordeal at the hands of the vicious Norsemen who enslave them, to be reunited as free men.

Recently widowed and fiercely independent, Kristin Lofnsdottir is determined to forge her own path in a world ruled by men. Confused and dismayed by her attraction to the handsome but enigmatic Celtic warriors, when they make her an outrageous offer, she can’t refuse them.

Nyle and Bowdyn swear to protect their Viking lady and she adores her Celtic masters. Together they prosper and start to rebuild their shattered lives. But the wrongs of the past must be avenged. Will the burning need for vengeance destroy their fragile happiness and that of those around them?

Fast-Paced and with compelling characters, set in the turbulent and sensual world of the Vikings, if you loved Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker, you won’t want to miss this thrilling sequel. Her Celtic Masters, the second book in Ashe Barkers Viking Duet, continues the erotic saga, bringing this haunting and dramatic Viking romance to an unexpected climax.

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Amazon US      Amazon UK     Amazon           Read Chapter 1 for free




Excerpt:

“You should not come in,” she whispered when they arrived there. “Someone might see…”
Bowdyn shrugged. “Would you prefer we fuck you out here? I am quite convinced we would attract much more attention were we to try that approach.”
“Do not be ridiculous,” she hissed.
“Kristin is right. It is much too cold to contemplate such a notion.” Nyle reached around her to open the door. “Come, we shall build a fire and make ourselves comfortable within.”
Kristin stood in the middle of her home, her hands on her hips and her irritation rising almost as quickly as her apprehension. She watched as the Celts set about the homey tasks of tending to the fire, lighting lamps and helping themselves to her—well, Merewyn’s—mead. Once matters were arranged to their apparent satisfaction, Nyle sat astride the bench she had set closest to the fire pit and beckoned her to approach. Uncertain what else she might do, Kristin obeyed.
He tilted his head to one side and gazed up at her. “You appear somewhat confused, Kristin. And perhaps even a little scared.”
“I am not afraid of you,” she retorted.
“Good. That is as it should be.”
“I am just…” She paused, drew in a breath, “I am not sure what you want me to do. This is all so… so strange to me. I do not know what you expect.”
“We expect you to obey us.” This from Bowdyn, who had approached to stand behind her. “Did we not mention this yesterday?”
“Yes. No… I am not quite sure…”
“Your memory is not usually so unreliable. A spanking will help with that.”
Kristin did not agree but chose instead to take issue with his suggestion that her recollection of events was flawed. “I do remember. I remember that you described me as strong-willed and obstinate.”
“Yes, and those are fine qualities for one engaged in trade. They are less needful in a woman who seeks to please her men.”
“But how? How can I please you? I have no idea what to do.”
“You were wed, were you not? A recent widow when first we met.”
“I do not think my husband shared my bed on more than a half dozen occasions, and even then, he was never…”
Bowdyn cupped her face between both his palms and ceased her halting explanation with a kiss. Just as he had the previous evening, he silenced her with his lips and Kristin melted in his arms.
His tongue probed her mouth as before, the intimacy causing her to clench even more. Bowdyn broke the kiss and nuzzled the end of his nose against hers. “We will tell you what you should do, and you will do it. Yes?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, please.”
Bowdyn stepped a pace back and folded his arms. His handsome features took on a sternness she was beginning to recognise. “I intend to spank you. Nyle will watch, and you may rely on him to ensure you remain still and as quiet as possible while you are punished. Then, when you are ready to accept instruction with rather less in the way of argument, we shall proceed to more pleasant pursuits. You will suck my cock, and at the same time Nyle will fuck you.”
She could only gape at him. Kristin had no problem in comprehending his words, but the acts he described were quite beyond her limited experience.
“I believe you have shocked our little Viking, brother. You must learn to be more delicate.” Nyle rose from the bench to trail the backs of his fingers down Kristin’s cheek. “But even so, you should now gather your wits and obey, little one. You may start by removing your clothes.”




More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:
Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com




Anita

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Claiming Mia by BJ Wane #Romance #hotread #suspense




MEDIA KIT FOR CLAIMING MIA
Title: Claiming Mia
Author: BJ Wane
Release Date: November 17, 2018
Publisher: Blushing Books

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BLURB
Newly divorced Mia Reynolds doesn’t like
Chief Nolan MacGregor. His
arrogance gets under her skin, but it’s her
body’s instant reaction every
time he levels that cobalt gaze upon
her or hints at giving her what he
keeps insisting she wants that really
gets to her. After her husband’s
betrayal, she’s sworn off getting involved
with anyone, and certainly isn’t
going to trust her fragile heart with
the town’s reformed bad boy.

Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly
stubbornness stand in his way. Once he entices
her into an affair and shows her the benefits of
submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses
prove he was right all along – she is the one for
him. When his investigation into an illegal drug
ring implicates Mia’s business, he never stops
believing in her innocence. When the Feds go
around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadn’t been
with her just to keep an eye on her and her nursery
for proof the drugs were coming in on the trucks
carrying her landscaping orders.

Mia’s reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands
her in trouble with a drug trafficker and it isn’t
until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her
insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might
have cost her…

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance
contains elements of power exchange.


*She insists she doesn’t like him…
….but she craves him with every fiber of her being.


EXCERPT 1 - PG
Thirty minutes later, she stood reaching for a potted vase sitting on the
top shelf in the showroom when the bell over the door pealed.  Before she
could climb off the short stool, hard hands clasped her waist and lifted her
down as if she weighed nothing. Flustered, she looked up, gritted her teeth
and shifted in uncomfortable awareness when her eyes met Chief Nolan
MacGregor’s amused gaze.  Okay, she admitted it wasn’t the man’s physical
appearance she objected to. What woman wouldn’t look twice at a six foot
two, broad shouldered, slim hipped man who wore a Stetson tipped low
enough to draw the eyes to the slit of his cobalt blue gaze?
No, it was the arrogant dominance he wore like a comfortable coat
that put her on edge whenever he entered her place, more so now he
was crowding her against the shelves and making her even more aware
of that ripped body.  She much preferred easy-going, polite men.   
Wishing it was anyone but him, she stated with a huff,
“You’re crowding me, Chief.”
Those sensuous lips curved in a slow smile as he stepped back.
 “I wouldn’t make you so uncomfortable if you’d let yourself cut loose
with me.”  
Damn.  There went that warm flush spreading through her body when he
thumbed back his hat far enough for those enigmatic, blue eyes to zero in
on her with a long perusal.  He made no effort to hide the appreciative trail
he took from her braided, dark brown hair to her sneaker-clad feet. How
one look from him could make her dormant body sit up and take notice
when she didn’t even like the man was beyond her.  She sure as heck
didn’t like it. She’d never been one to be ruled by baser urges, instead
preferring a positive connection with a man or woman before embarking
on a friendship, something that was definitely lacking between her
and the chief.
Shuffling behind the counter, Mia breathed a sigh of relief once
she put the wide, butcher block space between them.  She glanced up,
way up at the only man who’d been able to get under her skin. There
wasn’t one thing she could pinpoint that rubbed her the wrong way;
instead, it seemed to be the uneasy combination of arrogance,
dominance and male magnetism she objected to, and her betraying
body’s response to those undesirable traits.  There was no use
denying the way her pulse spiked under the slow stroke of his ice-blue
eyes that was as potent as a caress, a reaction she should be used to
by now since it had been occurring from the moment she first set
eyes on him kissing that woman all those years ago.
“Thanks, Chief, but I have enough on my plate right now to keep me
from even thinking about being added to your long list of conquests,”
she returned primly, ignoring his taunting smirk.  “Thank you for
your order. Trish has it ready for you.” She pulled the vase forward.
“I didn’t peg you as the type to listen to small town rumors, Ms.
Reynolds.”  He nodded at the colorful arrangement. “Nice, thank
you. I’m glad I caught you in.”  The way he drew out Ms. Reynolds
in a slow drawl hinted he knew about the finalization of her divorce.  
He and every other citizen in Whitetail.
Reaching into his breast pocket, Chief McGregor pulled out two tickets
and slid them across the counter toward her.  Tilting his hat back even
further, he offered her a better view of his rugged face bronzed by sun
and wind and capped with coal black hair tinted grey around his
forehead.  “You haven’t paid these.”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy, I forgot.”  Picking up the parking tickets,
she winced at the fines.  Her habit of pulling over and parking wherever
it was convenient to expedite her errands resulted in a parking fine more
often than not.  That was just one of Pete’s constant complaints that went
along with her always being in a hurry. “I can come in later this afternoon
and take care of them.”


Leaning on the counter, he replied in that deep voice that never failed to
curl her toes.  “See that you do. Or, better yet, don’t. Now that you’re
officially free, it’ll give me a good excuse to offer you a choice of
consequences.”  
The corners of his mouth kicked up in another smile, but she couldn’t
miss the hint of a threat behind his words that set her heart to hammering
with uncertainty.  That didn’t concern her near as much as the sudden warm
gush between her legs. She didn’t even like the man, for pity’s sake, and she
really didn’t care for his forward insinuations.



AUTHOR BIO:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great
Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my
daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We
have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once
overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing
articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for
myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly
evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My
favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Anita

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Festive Fire by Libby Campbell #romance , #fireman #HEA




Festive Fire
A free Christmas novella
by
Libby Campbell


This spicy holiday romance is a gift, available through ProlificWorks (formerly Instafreebie)




It’s snowing outside. Will a smoking fireman be able to warm Roxy’s cold, cold heart?





She’s done with men. Until she meets Jax.
For a year Roxy’s life has been torn apart by lies and innuendos. As Christmas approaches, she finds herself in the company of people who almost destroyed her. Se copes by slugging back glasses of wine until the bottle runs dry.
Fireman Jax has been watching her. When she attempts to drive home, he steps up, takes her car keys, and tells her such irresponsible behavior will not be tolerated. As soon as she’s sober, she’ll be over his knee for a sound spanking. She aghast but secretly panty-wetting hot for him.
Can she submit to his rules?
Disclaimer: Festive Fire is a fantasy that includes sexual scenes and spankings. It is intended for adults only, ages 18+. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.





Excerpt 
Jax studied Roxy, admiring her smart business suit, modest sweater, and thick chignon that was slightly unravelling. There was a tenseness about her, like a frightened bird.
Don’t get involved he told himself.
She swallowed and parted her luscious lips in a grateful smile. “It’s perfect thanks.” She reached for her wine and slugged back her second drink.
Taking the pitcher of iced water from the middle of the table, Jax poured her a glass and handed it to her. “You may want to alternate drinks.”
“Who are you? My freaking father?” She pouted.
“If I were and you spoke to me like that, I’d turn you over my knee and spank you.” He smiled to soften his words.
“I’d like to see you try.” She levelled her eye as him while rubbing her knee against his.
The warmth of her body against his made his cock stir. What was he thinking? She was a married woman. With a baby. He glanced at her hands. No rings.
“What would your partner say about that?” he asked.
“Partner?”
“Father of your baby?”
She let out an unladylike bleat of laughter. “That wasn’t my baby. That was Oliver. My nephew. My sister’s kid. I love him to bits but I don’t have any of my own.” She lunged for the bottle of red.
Jax moved it out of her reach, smiling. He liked her candor, her energy. Then there were those great legs and dark brown eyes. A burst of happiness ran over him, even as alarm bells rang, reminding him of what happened with the last woman he’d flirted with.



Don’t miss these other great books from Libby Campbell:

The Romancing the Coast Series
Seeing Ronnie.(book 1)
Holding Cynthia (book 2)
Trusting Ingrid (book 3)

Time Travel:

Simon in Charge – 3 book box-set

Libby Campbell in her own words:

I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.
My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.
I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.
My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.

Connect with Libby Campbell:

Sign up for her newsletter here: Libby Campbell newsletter
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