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Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Comment to win with @ParisBrandon's HIS TO PROTECT (Black Hills Wolves Book 63) Book Tour




A resentful pack, a suspicious alpha and a looming threat…
After ten long years, desperation has forced Luna Sinclair back to Los Lobos, but nothing in her experience has prepared her for the heat that Pack Protector Gunnar Redmond unleashes. Her wolf is clawing to break free and run straight for the hulking beast; but what wolf in his right mind would want to be tied to her family tree? 
Not everyone is happy about welcoming the daughter of one of the old alpha’s henchmen home.
Old wounds and secrets are exposed and, to make matters worse, Drew Tao, the new alpha, has reason to suspect she might have revealed the pack’s most closely guarded secret when she escaped the crazed survivalist who had been keeping her prisoner. 
None of that matters to Gunnar.
He’s known Luna was his mate since finding her naked and shivering on pack land, and he’ll do anything to keep her. With their wolves clawing to mate and danger closing in, anyone who wants to hurt her will have to go through him first.
Author Bio

A member of Romance Writers of America and published since 2009, Paris writes contemporary, paranormal, erotic and historical romance, throwing a little mystery and suspense in for good measure. She considers herself a hybrid author. Currently published with Decadent Publishing and self-publishing her own titles, she likes nothing better than a story that contains a little mystery and a lot of romance. 

When not dreaming up stories featuring heroes who aren’t intimidated by strong heroines, she can be found haunting antique and thrift stores for unique finds, or searching for heirloom seeds for yet another new flower garden.



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Excerpt Adult

The room resembled a sauna down to the fragrant plank paneling. Ferns hung from the high ceiling where a skylight offered the view of a canopy of stars. Candles burned brightly, enclosed in glass jars set on shelves placed at random levels on the walls. Surrounded by the flickering light and even more candles placed on the table beside it, a huge claw-foot tub took center stage, while off to the one side, a small, wood-burning stove generated even more heat.

Steam rose invitingly from the water’s surface, and she was suddenly aware of a few aches and twinges.

“Relax,” he whispered, lowering her into the water’s soothing warmth.

She had tensed for only a moment until she caught his gaze and realized, besides thinking of her comfort, he wanted to replace a bad memory with something wonderful. She’d told him Adam hadn’t deserved the ability to spoil their growing bond and she’

Gunnar’s sigh echoed through the small chamber as he knelt at the side of the tub, his arms still cradling her shoulders and legs, his focus squarely on her. He held his breath, making him seem vulnerable. Her apprehension eased, dissipated.

He’s my mate. The idea settled around her and seemed as natural as the next breath he took.

“Relax,” he whispered.

He sluiced warm water over her shoulders and down her arms then cupped one breast, his thumb softly brushing over the nipple until it peaked. She shivered under the tender onslaught. His gentle kiss lulled her while he lathered her body with soft vanilla-scented soap he scooped from a small ceramic pot. When his fingers threaded through the curls at the juncture of her thighs and strummed her tender flesh to life once more, all coherent thought shuddered to a stop.

She reached for him, tugging at his arms, trying to draw him into the tub where they could both play. He chuckled and traced her ear with the tip of his tongue.

“You’re making promises I want you to keep. Come inside,” she invited and playfully tugged at his massive arms.

“We’ll get a bigger tub,” he promised.

“I don’t want to wait.” She growled and lifted a leg over the curled lip of warm porcelain and reached for him before she squirmed her way into his arms and playfully toppled them both onto the large bathmat where she sprawled atop him.

He’d allowed himself to be taken down, cushioning her body with his own, protecting her. One big hand came around the back of her neck, drawing her into a hot, needy kiss.

He licked a path from her brow to her breasts, savoring the taste of her skin as he journeyed along the line of her ribs until he hit her hot center with the tip of his tongue, where he held her hips and delved into her still-tender flesh, licking and sucking, placing wet, openmouthed kisses against her sex until she writhed and moaned and wanted more.

Always more





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Tour Schedule

1/20
Sensuous Promos 

1/21
The Book Pub 

1/23
Darkest Cravings 

1/24
Nicole Morgan 

1/25
All My Book Finds 

1/26
Taylor Brooks 

1/27
Nic’s Book Nook 

1/28
Nicki Day 

1/30
Colleen S. Myers 

1/31
Get Cozy 
1/31
Nikki Noffsinger

2/1
Bound by Passion

2/1
Kelsie Belle 

2/2
Krista Ames




CONTEST INFORMATION: 
One reader that comments will win their choice of one of Paris'  backlist titles.
Choose from her 2 erotic romance titles (one paranormal, one contemporary) 
and a non-erotic, WW2 paranormal romance that's included in the Entice Me boxed set

At the end of the tour one lucky winner will receive a copy of
HIS TO PROTECT
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Sunday, December 28, 2014

JoAnne Myer's Love, Myths & Monsters Book Tour sponsored by @SensuousPromos



Welcome to Sensuous Promos Book Tour for Loves, Myths and Monsters! JoAnne Myers has quite a few books out there, and this is one you don't want to miss!


11 urban and mythical tales entwined within the human world and starring the Mothman, the Chupracabra, time travel, reincarnation, a demonic cellmate, a Quaker love story, werewolves, mermaids, and a serial killer family from 1873.


Excerpt from “Moon People”
Drake laid it on really well. “I thought I loved Constance, but after seeing you, I knew we were soul mates,” Drake told Vanessa. “I’d like to take you to the festival today. Meet me at the backdoor of the fun-house, but don’t tell Constance, I don’t want her following you and making a scene.”
“You made a wise decision, Drake,” Vanessa said. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
I knew Vanessa would bring Gretchen, and that was the plan.
At the fun-house, I hid inside when Vanessa and Drake entered. The exhibits were not open to the public for another two hours, so—if my plan failed—Drake and I both were dead.
Taking Vanessa by the hand, Drake led her down a dark corridor. “Where are you taking me?” she asked playfully.
“There’re monster masks on this side of the fun-house,” he said, leading her to the back door and abruptly stopping.
Looking around, Vanessa saw nothing but janitor equipment. “Hey, what’s gong on?” she asked, confused. “Where are the scary masks?”
“Right here,” Drake said, removing the dried seaweed from his pocket.
He threw it into her face, blinding her and scorching her flesh. Screaming as loud as she could, she turned to ash.
“You bastard!” Gretchen shouted on hearing Vanessa’s death scream. “Better ones than you and Constance have tried to kill me and failed.”
Taking off like a shot, Drake ran down an opposite hall leading into the maze of mirrors with Gretchen following. From where I stood, I heard their approaching footsteps and raced to the other side of the maze.
Suddenly, Gretchen cornered Drake. When Gretchen realized he was out of seaweed, she advanced slowly, enjoying every instant of his anticipated murder.
Listening to her steps, I knew exactly where she was. Immediately, I flipped on the overhead lights, giving Gretchen the shock of her life. She was in the maze of funny mirrors surrounded by images depicting her beautiful face as distorted and grotesque. Horrified, she became hysterical before melting into a stinking ooze of fish scales.
“Gross!” Drake said.
“Yes, but it’s over. Willowick is saved,” I said, and slowly I crept into his arms.
Afterward, I used my conch and contacted Poseidon and the others. I told them they were unwelcome in Willowick. Instead, I suggested they go far away into Asian waters, telling them it was too dangerous here, humans had learned how to kill our kind.

JoAnne lives in Ohio, and works at a local nursing home. The author of 7 books, JoAnne also canvas paints. JoAnne enjoys time with relatives, her dog Jasmine, and volunteers her time within the community. She is a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center.  JoAnne believes in family values and following your dreams. Her original canvas paintings, can be found at: 













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December 26th - Sensuous Promos Reader’s Blog – http://sensuouspromos.blogspot.com
December 27th - Bringing the Pages of Passion to Life – http://nicolemorganauthor.blogspot.com
December 28th - All My Book Finds - http://shannaclemens.blogspot.com/
December 29th - Fantasy Pages –  http://fantasy-pages.blogspot.com/
December 30th - Moonbeams over Atlanta – http://blog.eloreenmoon.com
December 31st - Author Blog of Nikki Noffsinger – http://nikkitrueblue.blogspot.com
January 1st - Nicki Day Author - http://NickiDay.blogspot.com 
 
 
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