Friday, October 30, 2015

#99cent Book Blitz from @AuthorNicMorgan and @AuthorNickiDay #EroticRomance @EvernightPub

Writing under Nicki Day as well as her more commonly known pen name, Nicole Morgan has two hot and steamy winter tales to warm you up on these cool autumn nights and each is on sale exclusively on Amazon for only 99 cents

MAKE ME MELT by Nicki Day
Newly divorced, Vicky Browning is coming home for the holidays for the first time in years. After losing her supposed friends in her recent divorce, she has nowhere else to go and tries to make the best out of the situation.
U.S. Marine, Michael Barnett just set his boots down on American soil for the first time in eighteen months. He wants nothing more than to go home to his humble mountain home, drink a few beers, and fish the rest of the year away. Michael’s mother has other plans though, and insists he come home to spend Christmas with those who love him.
Michael and Vicky haven’t seen one another in seventeen years. Their last meeting was less than enjoyable as they said goodbye to one another in a bitter break up at the tender age of eighteen years old. As the awkwardness settles between the two they soon begin to realize that the flames of desire haven’t died between them. The wounds they thought had never healed, might just be the very thing that brings them together again. 

Erotic Teaser...
“Fuck. You’re so wet, Vick.” 
She didn’t answer, but ground her hips into his hand and moaned. Her movements might have made him want to drive into her, if he hadn’t been so mesmerized by the sounds she made. He felt a new sense of greediness overcome him. He no longer cared about how he felt. He wanted to see how far he could take her. 
He used his index finger with the middle finger this time. Thrusting inside of her he worked his fingers in and out, pushing deep inside while hitting the back of her cervix. 
Her body bucked and she whimpered his name while moaning. He looked down at her. Her face was flush and her full and round tits bounced with every move she made. The taut peaks of her nipples called out to him. It had been far too long since he laved one of them with his tongue. 
Opening his mouth, he latched on to one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth. He kept up the ministrations with his fingers. He could hear her breathing hitch and her voice was beginning to become squeakier the more he worked his fingers deeper inside her pussy. 

REMIND ME by Nicole Morgan
After 12 years of marriage, Priscilla Blackwood has decided to leave her husband. Retreating to their mountain cabin, she hopes the time away will help heal the heartache she feels from leaving the only man she’s ever loved. 
When Max Blackwood returns home to find out that his wife has left him he is devastated. Refusing to give up on her or the life they’ve built together, he sets out to find her before it is too late. When a winter storm hits, his plan to rescue their marriage careens off course. 
Will being stranded together in a blizzard be enough to repair their broken relationship? Or will Max be forced to say goodbye to the woman who stole his heart so many years ago. 

Erotic Teaser...

He slid his fingers past the slick folds of her pussy and dipped his middle finger inside. A whimper tore from her, which he quickly swallowed. He loved feasting on the lascivious noises that came from her. They were like fuel to his fire, encouraging him to take more.
Hot juices coated his finger as he continued to play with her, ensuring her readiness for him. He pulled his finger out and worked her wetness up and down along her slit. With his thumb he pressed against her clit and strummed it. He alternated his pressure, touching soft and then hard, moving faster and then slower. He continued the taunt until her body started to squirm against him. His cock twitched in anticipation when he felt her start to move. He knew his Cilla and knew she was past the point of no return.
Pulling his hand out from between them, he lifted her up, effectively breaking their kiss. They stared at one another breathlessly as he pushed her back until she hovered over his cock. She straddled him as he positioned himself at her entrance. With his cock fisted in his hand he looked into her eyes like he had so many times before. They were blue and absolutely breathtaking. There wasn’t a spec to her irises that he didn’t know. He studied every microscopic millimeter of those eyes and knew them as surely as he knew her body. He sensed her hesitation despite her readiness. He knew they needed to talk about her letter, about why she did it and about so many things. This wasn’t the time, though. He needed this, and from the gaze he saw in her eyes, he knew she did, too. She didn’t say a word as he pushed himself forward. Her head dropped back and her body arched into his thrust.
Sweet Jesus.

Thank you so much for having me as a guest today!

~ Nicole Morgan/Nicki Day XOXO

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Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Entice Me: Luscious Love Stories brought to you by @RomanceBooks4Us #Amazon #KU #Romance

Welcome to the Book Tour for Entice Me, the Romance anthology from the talented authors from Romance Books 4 Us. This 9 author compilation offers something for all readers of the romance genres, leaving everyone feeling satisfied but perhaps wanting more but in the best possible way. Along this tour you'll learn more about these luscious love stories so don't miss a single word as we offer you peeks into this enticing boxed set! 

This sweet through hot collection of love stories includes contemporary, period, and historical romance, otherworldly romance, and romance with a touch of magic by Award-winning and Bestselling Authors: Cindy Spencer Pape, Marianne Stephens, Jean Hart Stewart, Janice Seagraves, Gemma Juliana, Denyse Bridger, Rose Anderson, Paris Brandon, and Cara Marsi. 


In 2010, author Marianne Stephens started Romance Books '4' Us (All Romance, All Genres) as a Yahoo Group. She soon enlisted the help of 19 other authors and shortly after started the RB4U blog. The Romance Books '4' Us website followed in 2011. On both sites, Marianne and her 19 Member Authors host the romance industry's finest authors and industry representatives. Some of the names have changed over time, but the quality of writing continues. Nine of Romance Books '4' Us’ Member Authors have stories in this first RB4U anthology. We sincerely hope you enjoy reading them.

Heart of Stone by Madeline Archer
The story opens with the notorious witch hunts in 17th Century Salem, Massachusetts. 
As formal education for women lacks substance in 1904, Neila Flannigan leaves Ireland to attend Radcliffe women’s college in America. Shy and introverted, Neila passes her lonesome hours making sketches of the Harvard grounds and sending them home to her father. A chance encounter with a kind, elderly Irish woman inspires her to sketch a statue in an old, unused building. Desperately lonely, Neila ends up sharing her thoughts and feelings with a man carved in stone. Some days it feels like he listens. 

Setting the Stage:
Attending school in a new country isn’t easy for shy Neila Flannigan who passes her 
solitary hours between classes sketching pictures to send home to her father. One 
afternoon an elderly woman sits down beside her and inspires Neila to sketch a statue in 
an old unused building. Desperately lonely, Neila ends up sharing her thoughts and 
feelings with a man carved in stone. Some days it feels like he listens.

In this scene, Neila first meets Mrs. Maguire and explains how hard it is to make friends 
because she’s painfully shy.  Over the course of the conversation, she learns of a statue 
tucked away in an unused building. Neila has made several detailed sketches of the 
Harvard landscape. Odd, she’s never seen that building before…

“I’m not one to fit in easily. I’m terribly shy and stumble over my words whenever 
someone tries to engage me in conversation,” Neila explained. “I know it’s foolish, but I 
just never know what to say.” She looked around at the people laughing and talking in 
pairs or groups and shook her head. “I don’t think Americans are burdened this way.”

Waving Neila’s comment off, the woman said, “Oh, ye’d be surprised. There’s all sorts 
here just as there are back home. In me long life I’ve noticed it’s not so much fear o’ 
talkin’ that makes people shy. It’s just that shy people have trouble with talkin’ easily. So 
they don’t. Other folks see that an’ think they’d rather not be bothered. Isn’t that the way 
of it for yerself?”

Neila blinked. The elder’s words summed up her life perfectly. “Yes, that’s exactly the 
reason. I’ve never found it easy, talking with strangers.”

“An’ because it’s not, ye don’t. Isn’t that right?”

Neila nodded. Making friends wasn’t easy. Only Mary Kay and Teagan understood that 
truth. The three of them had been best chums since first year in primary school, when 
Miss Blackwell purposely put the three shy girls together rather than see them each 
standing alone in the play yard. And wouldn’t you know? They weren’t shy with each 
other. “Thick as thieves” Da said, every single time he saw them together. She shared 
her thoughts with the kindly stranger.

The elder laughed. Patting Neila’s arm, she said, “An’ ye see that? Ye weren’t shy 
together! There’s yer proof, dear. Ye can make friends. Easy conversation just takes 
practice, is all. I’m sure once ye get used to talkin’ to people here, ye’ll make good 
friends.” She tapped the sketch of the bird again, and said, “Just talk, even if it’s to the 
beasts ye sketch. It’s good for ye to share yer day an’ to hear your own voice.” Leaning 
in with a smile twinkling in her green eyes, she whispered, “But if ye talk with the critters 
an’ statues, best be sure no one is lookin’ when ye do, or they’ll think yer daft.”

Neila laughed. It felt so good to laugh.

They talked about home for a while, then the old woman pointed out the window toward 
a building. “Have you been there yet, to that far buildin’ in the distance?”

Neila followed her gaze and looked twice, surprised by the red-bricked building standing 
there as bold as day. She’d sat in this same seat for the last two weeks and never once 
noticed it across the courtyard. In fact, she had drawn the courtyard landscape and that 
building had somehow missed her attention. Voicing her surprise, she pulled the sketch 
from her portfolio and showed the woman.

“How about that? Ye completely missed sketching it altogether.”

“I don’t see how I could have ….”

“I’d think it’d be easy enough to miss when yer mind is full of yer studies an’ such.”

Neila looked from sketch to building and back again. She shook her head, bemused. 
“But it’s right there!”

The old woman laughed. “People generally don’t see it.”

“They don’t see it?” Neila repeated, confused. She slid the drawing back inside her 

The elder waved her hand. “Oh, ye know how most people are, they miss things unless 
they’re right under their noses! But don’t ye worry, dear, you’re not losin’ your faculties. 
It’s only the wear of a new place an’ people on your mind. Your thoughts have simply 
been elsewhere.”

Neila nodded. “I suppose they have. What is that building used for, do you know?”

“I don’t rightly know what it was intended for, but it sits unused now. Harvard was built in 
the year 1636, ye see, an’ that buildin’ was put up in those early days. I heard it was just 
built an’ forgotten shortly after. I suppose the other buildings suited their needs better. 
It’s not much to look at on the outside, but if ye go up the stairs you’ll find a foin statue to 
sketch.” Tipping her head to the bland figure out the window, she added, “So much 
nicer than that oogly thing.”

The woman’s accent warming her inside, Neila bit back a laugh. It was rather ugly. “If it 
isn’t in use, then I assume it isn’t open.”

“For you it will be. No one ever goes in there, not fer years an’ years. I promise ye won’t 
be disturbed an’ ye’ll not be disappointed.”

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Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Madeline Archer's, The Changeling Book Tour presented by @SensuousPromos #Sweet #PNR #Fantasy

Welcome to the Book Tour for Madeline Archer's The Changeling. This is a sweet paranormal love story which has just been made available, but it's already gaining interest and climbing the Amazon charts. 

Half-fae Lenox Pendry is surrounded by secrets and none are his to keep. Plucked from his mother’s arms as an infant and raised a changeling, Lenox grows to adulthood unaware of what and who he is and oblivious to the danger unfolding as his birthday draws near. After he’s unwittingly sent to the Scottish Lowlands out of harm’s way, he chances to meet a beautiful healer named Janet Roxburgh. The townspeople believe her to be a witch. It would appear Janet has a few secrets of her own. 

Note: Madeline Archer is the pen name of award-winning author Rose Anderson. The Changeling comes from the sweeter side of Rose’s imagination and was inspired by the Scottish ballad of Tam Lin. Rated PG.

Excerpt~Setting the Stage:

Three babies are born one night in a convoluted, yet calculated, turn of events. The first infant is cruelly torn from his grieving mother’s arms and swapped for another to be raised a changeling. The third child dies shortly after birth. In a daring act of love, the first infant replaces the third before his new mother knows her own child has died. Or that’s the plan…

November 1, 1867

Frances March hurried cautiously along the stable wall. So distracted by their conspiracy of mercy, she nearly jumped out of her shoes at the nicker of a horse. The sooner this deed was done, the better.

Pressing flat to the wall, she listened for the stableman, but heard only the muffled sound of stabled horses and the hoot of a distant owl. It was imperative that no one — upstairs or down —  see her. She peered around the corner and watched as her sister disappeared through the hedge. Pulling her shawl tightly around her and the bundle she held, she scurried across the gardens to the library and slipped inside quietly. The head butler was waiting.

He stated rather than asked, “You’re certain no one saw you . . . ”

With a nod she went to warm herself by the fire, her bundle held close. The grandfather clock in the hall struck one.

Osgood checked his watch against it. He pressed, “Did you explain to your sister she must never speak of this again?”

“Yes, Mr. Osgood. As I said before, Agnes says no one would believe the truth of it anyway. She’d be ridiculed…her reputation ruined. And there’s always the possibility she could be blamed for the other. It is unbelievable, no?”

“It is at that.” Osgood nodded. “I scarcely believe it myself, Fanny. What about the poor still babe?”

Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Agnes will see him to the cradle and hopefully none will be the wiser. Mrs. Benton will think her own baby died and he’ll get a decent burial. And that’s pretty much the truth, isn’t it? Her own son is as good as dead. Poor, poor laddie, wherever he is now.” She crossed herself.

Osgood peered out into the night before locking the French doors and drawing the heavy curtains closed. “It’s as it should be.”

“Is it? Was it wise to switch them, Mr. Osgood? I mean, the baker and his wife —”

“— Had their child taken, with nothing to be done for it. They have seven living children to love, Fanny. Her ladyship has four in the grave. Five now.”

Frances frowned. “Has her ladyship awakened?”

He shook his head. “Doctor Fischer administered a sedative. Lady Amelia was done out. She went to sleep believing her child alive and has no idea of the tragedy that occurred but half an hour later.”

My poor lady. To go through that long labor and, in the end, the babe too weak to survive.” Emotion welling, Frances wiped her eyes. “What do you suppose they do with the babies they take?”

Osgood blinked his own sentiment away. “I can’t say. My old Welsh grannie said the fae only took the sickly ones. But back then it was only legend.”

“My Scottish gran told us the same,” Frances said, shaking her head. “But Agnes says Libby Benton’s baby wasn’t sickly but strong and healthy. Nearly every child of the Benton’s is as towheaded as their father, except for the two with the ginger hair like their mother. Agnes said Libby’s babe was destined to be ginger.”

Osgood went to the decanter and poured two small glasses of sherry. He handed one to her before downing his in one swallow. “Did your sister witness the switch?”

Frances sipped then shook her head. “When Agnes went to tidy the mother, she left the sleeping babe in the crib with no one to watch him. And, why would she think he needed to be watched? She helped bring the others into the world without fuss. It was minutes only that he was out of her sight. When she went back, another, with black hair, was in his place. That’s when she told Libby the babe was asleep and she should rest a while. So distressed was Agnes that she ran up to the hill to find me.”

He nodded. “It was fortunate she did. Another hour and everyone might have known.”

“Oh yes, it was fortunate. Libby’s husband was at the bakery mixing his dough, and the other children were sleeping up the stairs . . . one more child to such a large family brought little interest in him, you see. There was no one to witness the deed. Will you be telling Mrs. Smithson?”

“No, Fanny. No one in this household, save you and I, will know. Of course Mrs. Smithson would keep the secret if I asked her to, but that isn’t necessary. We shan’t burden anyone else with the truth.”

Frances uncovered the bundle in her arms. Looking down, she smiled. “He’s a handsome laddie, don’t you think? I’m no expert, mind, but Agnes and I both suspect the babe is of mixed race. His little ears . . . ”

Moving to her side, Osgood broke into a smile of his own. The little bundled boy was sleeping. He ran a gentle fingertip over the small, slightly pointed ear. “Yes, he very well could be. And yes, he’s a handsome little man  — dark like Master Evan was. May his soul in heaven forgive us.”

The lady’s maid put a reassuring hand on the head butler’s arm. “He wouldn’t want her ladyship’s heart to be broken more than it already is. You know how he loved her.”

“I do,” he nodded. “As I see it, the baker’s child is no more, taken away to some faery hill no doubt, never to be seen again, if the old stories are true. This little boy did not belong with the Benton family anyway. He’s black-haired, for one. He’d grow being different, maybe disliked or mistrusted, even despised by his father as another man’s bastard. Danny Benton is a highlander. You know how they are — with their superstitions —  when they feel something isn’t quite right. The child would suffer for a situation not of his making. It harms no one that he be raised a Pendry.”

She nodded. “Yes, you’re right Mr. Osgood. If nothing else, this is the better life of the two.”

“It most certainly is. Master Evan is gone and Master John has been missing for a fortnight. Solicitors across London have been inquiring high and low for his whereabouts, but it isn’t looking good, Fanny. Should anything have happened to Master John, there is no other heir living. This little man may very well become the 10th Earl of Pendry.”

To the babe, Osgood leaned down and whispered, “And the family name will continue because of you. Shall we meet your mummy little sir?”

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