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“Taking Advantage” of Guilty Indulgences

Happy Blogiversary Guilty Indulgence!

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Thank you so much for letting me participate in this blog hop.
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For those of you that don’t me too well, I write erotic contemporary romances and I have a series entitled Taking Advantage published by Evernight Publishing that I’d like to spotlight on this hop.  This series is three books long and follows three men in their 30s and 40s that sit on a board of directors for the same company on a journey through their love lives. All three men are good-looking and at the top of their game in their respective careers, but their love lives have been less than stellar.

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The first book in the series, Board Stiff, deals with John Dorsey, a young, independent and strong business man, who doesn’t feel challenged by the women that throw themselves at him.  He needs a woman that can carry on a conversation all the while putting him in his place.  Now, that would turn him on!  And Elizabeth Wright was just the girl to do all that! Board Stiff is an Editor’s Pick at Evernight and a Top Pick on Night Owl Reviews, receiving 4 1/2 stars.

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You can find Board Stiff here:

Evernight    Amazon    Amazon UK    ARe   Bookstrand

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The second book in the series, Board Approved centers on a forty-two year old corporate attorney, Greg Snow, and the twenty-seven year old yoga instructor, Tessa Mills, that brought him to his knees. Can they beyond their many obstacles to find love?

You can find Board Approved here:

Evernight 

Amazon

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Bookstrand

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All “A’s” When “Grading the Curve”

Today, Nicola Cameron stops by the Spicy Butterfly Garden to introduce us to her latest Evernight Publishing release, Grading the Curve.  I have some familiarity with the characters because Nicola used a short blurb from this story during Evernight’s first Sexy Snippets Facebook party a few months back. It was a hot and sexy blurb back then that Nicola has turned into a hot and sexy novel!  Enjoy Grading the Curve!

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BLURB:

Ellen Ragsdale is a scholarship student who just wants to get her college degree and start her life. Alexander Cord is a widowed English professor who hides his loneliness behind a sardonic facade. School rules have kept them at arm’s length all year long. But on the last night of Ellen’s college career, the two of them risk everything to find out if their mutual attraction is more than a classroom crush.

EXCERPT:

“Did you know that you always blush when you talk to me?” he said quietly. “It’s charming. You look like a medieval maiden receiving her first suitor.”

It felt like someone had painted fire across her skin. She ducked her head, staring dumbly at the hallway’s scarred paint. He couldn’t know. Nobody knew that about her. It wasn’t that obvious.

Was it?

“Interesting.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “I meant it as a compliment, but perhaps I struck closer to the truth than I’d intended.” He moved closer, and she could feel the heat from his whole body now, warming her like an invisible caress. “Are you?”

She swallowed hard. He couldn’t be asking what she thought he was asking. “A-am I—”

“A maiden. A virgin. I believe a popular term is ‘unicorn bait.’” His voice dropped, turning into a soft rumble. “I have to admit, I’m puzzled as to how someone as lovely and intelligent as you could still be virginal.”

Her entire face now felt like it was on fire. She’d gone on the occasional date, usually doubling with Keisha or Dianne, but once the guys found out what her schedule was like they didn’t bother calling again. “Too busy, I guess. Working, studying.”

To her surprise, cool fingers slid under her chin, gently turning her face up. “What a shame,” Cord said, his voice low and soft. “But if it’s of any consolation, men your age do tend to be rather slapdash and impatient when it comes to women. I assure you, you haven’t missed out on much by skipping the undergraduate sexual circus.” The façade of the academic disappeared. Underneath was a man she didn’t know, warm and standing so close to her. “That being said, I wonder … would you be willing to consider me?”

“What—” Her throat clicked, it was so dry. She swallowed and tried again. “What are you saying?”

He tilted his head to the side. “I want to take you to bed, Miss Ragsdale. I want to kiss that pink mouth of yours, undress you ever so slowly, play with those gorgeous breasts and suck your nipples before I caress every inch of your body. I want to bury my tongue between your legs and lap at your clit, and when you’re dripping wet I want to bury my cock in you. I want to see that sweet mouth of yours open and scream my name as I make you come over and over again.” Now she could smell his cologne,
something masculine, woody, and underneath that, the musk of clean male. “Come home with me tonight, Miss Ragsdale. Let me make love to you. I promise you, you won’t regret it.”

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 DON’T MISS THE Grading the Curve BOOK TRAILER:

http://youtu.be/C10kXkffe6w

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ABOUT NICOLA CAMERON: 

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).