I have the lovely and talented S.J. Maylee here with her latest Evernight Publishing novella, Taking Over. Welcome back, S.J.! 🙂
TAKING OVER Blurb:
Gina’s life was perfect, until the day she realized the man she loved didn’t love her back. Her charming life turned upside down as tragedy and cruelty struck her down. She learned to protect her family from those who could cause them pain, but she inadvertently ensured the perfect life would be forever out of her reach.
Marcus has hid his love for Gina for years. His assumptions about her have allowed him to be harsh, but underneath all the anger is a man deeply in love. The tough realities of her life put them in position to see themselves in a whole new light. The second chance is right there and it could take them over the edge into the love they’ve always wanted.
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TAKING OVER Excerpt:
This had to be a new record. In less than a minute, he had her loathing herself. It didn’t matter he was working on incorrect data. “Hope not to see you again.” She waved as she turned to go.
She kept moving.
His hand came down on her shoulder and pulled her around. “When a Master tells you to wait, you do as you’re told. Our personal history doesn’t erase protocol. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her chest rubbed against his. From under her lashes, she looked up into his light blue eyes and, for a second, wished she could forget why she hated him.
“I’m sorry.” He stepped back and let his hand fall. “You came to this area because you needed something from the benches. I’m the only one free right now.” He raised his hand and brushed away the hair hanging in front of her eyes. “I can give you what you need.”
Once again, Marcus showed himself as the good guy. She didn’t like him because he had a tendency to call her out on her mistakes and she was certain he thought her supposed latest was a doozy, since it ended her marriage.
“That’s nice of you, but it’s okay.” She took a step back.
“I can see that it’s not.” He took a step forward. “We can push past our history and live in this moment.” He grabbed her hand. “Let me help.”
Warmth gathered in her core. She’d seen this side of him, but they’d never scened together. She tilted her head to the side and examined him. The first time she gazed into his blue eyes, she knew he’d cause her problems. He could see the truth through all the mess, not that he ever tried to understand her. She didn’t want to know what he’d see if he ever took a closer look at her. Fear ticked up her spine. She had a feeling that he alone would be her undoing.
Desperate to let go, she knew the sting of a paddle was what she needed, but sometimes it was hard to separate feelings discovered at the spanking bench. She laughed out loud. Since there was no way she’d start to care about Marcus now, she decided to take him up on his offer. After all, she was determined to reach the kind of release only a good reddened ass could provide.
“Thanks, Marcus.” She walked to the only free bench and bent over the apparatus, putting her forearms on the padded rests and grasped the holding bar. Her short skirt would already be giving him quite a show. For the first time, she wished the club allowed submissives to wear panties.
“Since we’ve never played together, I won’t be restraining you. We certainly don’t have that kind of trust. You understand how important it is not to move, correct?”
“Yes, Sir, I understand. I won’t move.” It pinched her last nerve to call him sir, but he was doing her a great service. For these few minutes, she’d give him the respect any Master in this club deserved.
He flipped her skirt up over her back, exposing her round ass. The paddle brushed over her lower back, across her hip, and down the length of her leg to her knee. His hand followed the paddle with a feather touch, allowing a soothing bliss to spread over her skin.
The room either quieted or she’d blocked out the noise but she welcomed the peace, needing to remember why she was there. He repeated the pattern on the other side, drawing her in with his tenderness. She swallowed against the unwelcomed thoughts threatening to break her concentration.
“I’ll give you twenty swats. I expect you to count them.”
“Okay. Thank you, Sir.”
The paddle rubbed over her right cheek and then smacked against it, rocking her whole body. The force behind the swat surprised her, this was not her first mistake. What had she been thinking? Submitting to Marcus was on her list of things to never try. She had to give him more credit. He’d caught her off her game.
“We’ll start back at one each time you forget to count.” He smacked her other cheek.
“One. Sorry, Sir.”
“Not as sorry as your ass will be if you forget again.” He dragged the paddle along her skin in the same figure as before, spreading the sensitivity. “I have no problem paddling your ass all night.” He smacked her right cheek again.
“Two…three…four.” Somewhere over the next couple of swats, Gina remembered why she’d come back into the club tonight. Her knuckles turned white with the force of her grip. She gulped in a breath of air and waited for the next hit to land with its punishing kiss of heat, but none came. Marcus stepped into her line of sight, just out of reach. The paddle was no longer in his hand.
“I’ll keep counting, Sir. Please, I need this.”
He lowered himself beside her and reached out to caress her fingers until she released her strangle hold. “I’ll finish, after I’ve determined you’re in the right frame of mind.”
S.J. MAYLEE BIO:
S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.
When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.
As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
WHERE YOU CAN FIND BOOKS BY S.J. MAYLEE:
Today, I have Michelle Roth here with her latest Evernight Publishing release, Shakedown. Welcome, Michelle!
Hi there, everyone! I’m Michelle Roth and I’m here to introduce my latest release, Shakedown. Diamond and Diamond is a bit of a departure from anything that I’ve written thus far. My previous works have all been ultra-realistic contemporary romance. Shakedown still has the sexy, steamy elements just like any other erotic romance, but it also incorporates a bit of suspense and mystery as well. I certainly hope you enjoy!
Private Detective Mike Diamond is the low man on the totem pole. More often than not he finds himself investigating insurance fraud or cheating spouses. When he’s assigned a dog-napping case, he is on the brink of refusing until he meets the client. One look at her changes everything.
When the police refuse to investigate her case, Cassidy Werner turns to Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators. Despite the bad first impression he’s given her, Cassidy still hires Mike to help her find her prize Tibetan Mastiff. As she gets to know him, she realizes that he’s not only dedicated to getting Roddy back for her, but also a pretty great guy.
Right after she receives a ransom demand, things begin to heat up between them. Will Mike be able to crack the case and save her dog? And if he can, does that mean that he gets the girl too?
He was relieved to find the lobby was empty, so he stopped back at Lara’s desk and asked, “Can you believe that shit? A dog napping?”
He didn’t think for a minute she hadn’t overheard every word. That woman was like the KGB and Secret Service all in one. Anything happened in this office, she had it under immediate surveillance.
Lara cuffed him on the arm and said, “She’s in the bathroom, idiot.”
Mike winced, feeling bad he’d probably been overheard. But, seriously, who hired a PI to find a lost dog?
Seconds later, the bathroom door slowly opened. He almost did a double take as the woman stepped out. Aside from red eyes that had clearly been crying, she was a looker.
She was elegantly dressed and somewhere near his age, with a riot of auburn curls trailing down her back, like some sort of mermaid siren. All ripe, lush curves. He’d always liked his women soft.
And, he was ogling this obviously distraught woman like she was a steak. Not that he wouldn’t be more than interested in taking a bite, but it was clear that now wasn’t the time. So instead of voicing his thoughts, he stuck his hand out and said, “Mike Diamond. And you are?”
“Cassidy Werner,” she said, not bothering to stick her hand out.
Well, apparently she’d heard him. He’d need to apologize, if the look on her face was any indication. He dropped his hand and said, “My office is this way.”
She gave him a look that screamed ‘You’re on thin ice, buddy’ but moved toward the open office door that Mike had gestured to. He followed her, once again appreciating the hourglass waist and full hips. Damn.
He moved behind his desk and gestured to one of the worn chairs. When she had settled in, he asked, “So I understand your dog has been kidnapped?”
About Michelle Roth:
Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.
Amazon Author: http://www.amazon.com/Michelle-Roth/e/B00KQNZOAW
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It’s always a pleasure to have today’s guest here. She’s extremely talented with an amazing storyteller mind. Please welcome Doris O’Connor and her latest Evernight Publishing release, Panther Magic.
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release, Panther Magic. This is book five in my Projects series, and my Muse kind of jumped this one on me, as if by magic.
See, what I did there. 😉
Okay, okay, I can hear you groan at that lame joke from here, but I really had no intention of writing this story. Number five in this series was supposed to be Natasha’s and Stephan’s story, but I never got past the start. Something was missing, and being a panster and thus entirely reliant on my characters, I shoved that start into my WIP folder, and got on with writing other things, until my search for a Mancandy birthday pic for a friend lead me to these two hunks.
My friend was delighted with the pic, and some light hearted banter occurred. Was she going to have one or two…. Separately or at the same time…
Her husband chirped up saying it sounded like one of my books, and just like that Zeb and Aran Harris jumped into my head, and wouldn’t leave me alone until I told their story. Never mind, the fact that I was knee deep in another shifter story.
So, being the dutiful panster that I am, I sat down, opened up a brand new word document and my fingers flew. It also became apparent why I had stalled on Natasha’s story.
You see Natasha is Kate’s roommate and the events in Panther Magic coincide with the start of Natasha’s story. Simply put Panther Magic had to be written before The Polar Project, which will now be book six in this series.
Watch this space as they say 🙂
For now, however, let me introduce you to Kate Duerden and her men….or rather domly shifter types as they’re also known.
Prepare to laugh, cry, and get somewhat hot and bothered, because when these three get together, they ignite the pages.
There’s no such thing as magic…
Kate doesn’t believe in it, let alone the panther sort Arran and Zeb Harris are famous for. Using animals in their act is just downright cruel. If only she could convince her libido of that. Instead she seems to have fallen head over heels in lust with those sex-on-legs twin brothers. Getting laid will cure this, surely?
When panther shifters Arran and Zeb scent their mate, they know they’ll have a fight on their hands. The delectable human morsel might be submissive, but Kate has spirit, never mind the small matter she has no idea shifters exist.
They want her submission freely given and not forced upon her by the mysterious mating bond. However, when their panthers kill while rescuing Kate, that bond might well be the only thing to keep them alive.
It’s up to Kate to save her Sirs.
“Sirs, are we going to play—now?” The words came out hesitant, but her breathing sped up when Zeb walked toward her and placed the end of his crop under her chin to nudge her head up. He slowly ran it along her throat, rested it on each of their bite marks and then trailed it along her collarbone and into the valley of her breasts.
“I thought we might, unless you have any objections?”
Kate shook her head and whispered a shaky, “No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Zeb trailed the tip across her lace covered breasts, and over each nipple in turn, and Kate gasped and tried her best not to squirm.
Arran barely managed to hold in a groan of his own. It was incredibly erotic watching their girl reacting to his brother’s strokes against her flesh. Her skin took on the rosy glow of arousal, and her nipples firmed into hard buds that strained against the delicate blue lace covering them. Zeb nudged her knees apart further with his foot, and traced the tip of the crop over her quivering abdomen and down to her delectable wet pussy. The fabric covering her slit darkened further, and Arran’s nostrils flared as the sweet musk of her arousal filled the air. His cock jerked, and he stroked along his length to give himself some relief.
Zeb looked back at him and smirked, and mimicked Arran’s actions on his own dick. Kate licked her lips when she noticed, and moved toward Zeb, but he brought the riding crop down between her legs. It flicked across her wet slit, and Kate jumped and moaned. It was such a deep throated sound that Arran’s balls drew tight, and he fisted himself harder.
“Such a naughty girl we have. So wet for us already, so eager for a cock, aren’t you? Tell me, wildcat, how badly do you want my cock?”
Zeb took himself in hand more firmly as he spoke to her, and Kate’s gaze seemed riveted to the action of his hand going up and down his shaft. Arran fisted himself faster, as Kate’s pink little tongue dipped out and licked her lips. Drops of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock, and he rubbed his thumb over his wet slit, and used the natural lubrication to fist himself harder. It felt way too good, and his grunt of pleasure brought Kate’s attention back to him.
Zeb laughed when he noticed.
“Or perhaps you want my brother’s cock?”
Kate looked between them, and she nodded.
“What’s that, girl? I can’t hear you. Which cock do you want? Mine or Arran’s, or perhaps you want both?”
Arran and Kate both groaned in unison, and Zeb’s grin deepened. His sadistic brother always did get a kick out of playing mind games, and seeing both Arran’s and Kate’s discomfort no doubt turned him on.
“Hmm, perhaps you’ll get your wish, and we’ll fill all your holes today. Would my little wildcat like that?”
A moan was his only answer, and without warning Zeb brought the riding crop down across her thigh. Kate yelped, and a red thin stripe appeared across her pale flesh immediately. Zeb repeated the action to her other leg, and tears sprang into Kate’s eyes, yet her sweet musk increased tenfold, and Arran’s beast near salivated at tasting the bounty between her legs.
“Yes, Sir, please, anything … I’m yours.”
Kate’s whispered reply was music to Arran’s ears, and Zeb winked at him.
“Good girl, you best start with my little brother then. He looks about ready to explode.”
Kate’s gaze sought Arran’s, and the love and need to please that shone out of her right now meant the world to him. She made to rise, but Zeb’s heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her.
“Who said anything about getting up, girl? I want you to crawl, and swing those hips and tits. Give Arran a show, and then suck him good. I don’t want to see a drop of his cum spilled, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Kate’s eager reply and the speed with which she complied meant that Arran had to pinch the bottom of his shaft to stop himself from shooting his load like some inexperienced teenager. He was so fucking close already, and judging by the wicked grin on his brother’s face Zeb knew that, too. He mentally flipped his brother the finger, and then concentrated on the poetry in motion that was Kate crawling toward him. With an inherent grace that would have done any cat shifter proud she put one hand in front of the other, and slid her knees across the soft carpet, while swinging her hips from side to side.
Zeb’s face dropped, and he seemed unable to tear his gaze away from her ass. Zeb had always been an ass man, and seeing her pale globes so beautifully presented to him, had to be torture for his brother. Served the bastard right.
All conscious thought fled Arran’s brain when Kate reached him, looked up at him from under her naturally long eyelashes, and smiled.
“Sir? May I please suck your cock?”
“Have you actually seen our act?” Arran’s softly spoken question took the wind out of her righteous sails somewhat, and she tried her best to glare at him, too, which lasted all of two seconds under his quiet regard. One eyebrow rose in query, and with his full mouth set in a grim line, he radiated disapproval, and she couldn’t bring herself to hold his gaze. Instead she shook her head, and she dropped it down to his muscle packed chest, which was not helping one iota. Wrenching her gaze upward again, she finally settled for staring at his jaw. Mind you, that, too, was far too distracting, covered as it was in designer stubble. It simply drew her attention to his strong neck and the way his Adam’s apple moved as he spoke, even more softly this time. There was no mistaking the edge to his words though that made her want to sink to her knees and apologize.
She once heard it said that a true Dom didn’t need to raise his voice, and she’d never truly understood that until this moment, and they weren’t even in a scene. Lord help her if they ever were.
“So, tell me, sweet thing, how can you form an opinion on how we treat the animals we use if you’ve never seen us in action?”
Kate wanted the ground to swallow her up whole. He had a point there, she guessed, but, bugger it all to hell and back if she was going to admit that.
She settled for shrugging her shoulders, and jumped when Zeb grasped her chin and thus gave her no choice but to look up at him.
“Give us the courtesy of looking at us when you condemn us without knowing all the facts, girl. Shrugging your shoulders like that is downright rude, and I think you know what happens to rude girls. If you think yourself safe from recriminations, because we’re in a public space, then think again. I have no compunction of putting you over my knee right now.”
Natasha’s loud gasp broke the tense moment, and Zeb smiled and released her as abruptly as he had grasped her.
“Sorry, Sir.” Kate had to murmur that quiet apology, when the loss of his touch on her skin left her curiously at sea. Approval flashed across his far too handsome features, and Kate got the oddest sensation when she stared into his eyes. They seemed to briefly flash to a soft, glowing yellow, before she blinked, and she looked back into their more usual warm chestnut.
“However, Sir,” she said and Zeb frowned and Arran gave a short laugh, and shook his head in what seemed to be wry amusement. “You are not my Dom. I have not agreed to a scene, and if you tried to put me over your knee in any way shape or form without my agreement, public space or not, I’d have you up for an assault charge faster than you can say poor mistreated cat.”
There, put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Kate crossed her arms again, in an effort to hide her trembling hands, and focused on Natasha, instead of the two overbearing hunks in front of her. Despite her insides churning like clothes on a spin cycle, her lips twitched at the open mouthed expression on her friend’s face.
Talk about giving her a demonstration to prove the point that submissive didn’t equal doormat. They’d had that discussion only this morning on their way over to the spa. Then again, Kate was the first to admit that she was a rather bratty sub at the best of times.
“She’s got you there, bro.” Arran’s amused voice brought Kate’s attention back to him, and she lost herself in the smile he gave her. That smile alone would guarantee that most females would drop their knickers in an instant. Not that she was most females, and besides she wasn’t wearing knickers. Bikini bottoms didn’t count, surely.
“I fear we’ve started off on the wrong foot somewhat, and for that I apologize, Kate.” He looked across at his brother and some sort of silent communication seemed to occur between the two men, because Zeb nodded, and he, too smiled, showing a set of even white teeth that must make his dentist very proud of him.
Kate groaned at her thought processes. This was beyond ridiculous, really. Why did these two get to her so much?
“There is an easy way of remedying this situation, however,” Arran said. “We would very much like to invite you to come and see one of our performances, as our VIP guests. You and Natasha both.”
He nodded at Natasha, and for the second time in the last few minutes, Kate’s friend looked as though she was going to have a heart attack.
“Oh, my, really? We’d love to come, wouldn’t we, Kate? Oh, this is so kind of you, really. Kate will be there, won’t you?”
It was on the tip of Kate’s tongue to deny this assumption, but the way Natasha implored her with her big feline eyes meant that she couldn’t, so instead she just gave a tight nod. Natasha’s squeal rang in her ears, and the two men’s tight shoulders relaxed. She hadn’t even noticed how tense they had become until that moment, and Kate briefly wondered why this seemed to mean so much to them, before she was pulled into a bear hug by Natasha.
“Thank you, you’ll love it, you’ll see.” Natasha’s whisper in her ear did nothing to quell the churning in her tummy when she looked across at the two men. Cat that got the cream sprang to mind, and she forced a smile on her lips, when Natasha finally released her, and Zeb and Arran made their goodbyes.
Heat flared up her arms when they both took one of her hands each and bending over them kissed them in an old fashioned gesture that made Kate want to swoon like a Regency heroine in the historical romance novels she liked to read.
“Until we meet again,” Arran said.
“I’ll look forward to your proper apology then, girl.”
Kate tried to snatch her hand away at Zeb’s outrageous words, but he held firm until she stopped struggling. Only then did he release her hand after he turned it over and dropped a lingering kiss on the rapidly beating pulse in her wrist.
With a smirk to send her bikini bottoms aflame he winked at her, and left her to stare after the departing forms of him and his twin.
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Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places
I thoroughly enjoyed Kishan Paul’s book, Blind Love, published by Samhain Publishing. Who doesn’t love a challenged heroine and a hot sexy ex-Marine hero who have to overcome several obstacles in order to be together. Blindness-or near blindness in Lauren’s case- can sometimes hinder what that person can do, but not Lauren. Despite a failed marriage with an ex that can’t seem to get over her, Lauren became a psychologist and has made quite the career with the help of her best friend, Sunshine. But Lauren’s love life is not only lacking, it’s basically non-existent. Enter Gabe.
Gabe is remodeling the townhouse next door to Lauren’s and makes his presence known with all the banging and drilling. Sparks fly when these two meet, but Lauren’s resistant of letting a man too close. Her ex-husband, Ben, destroyed any faith she had in relationships. But Lauren enjoys Gabe’s company and as they say – one thing leads to another.
This book is filled with all things a romance should be filled with–cute banter between the eventual couple, a strong heroine, a hunky hero, a supportive and funny best friend, a lovable dog, a few laughs, a couple tears, and a bit of suspense. Though this is not a steamy hot romance novel, Kishan did a terrific job tying these two lives together to a very satisfying end. I look forward to her next book – perhaps a story about Sunshine Daye! 🙂
5 stars *****
sexy Marine…that’ll work.
psychologist Lauren Baxter has a successful counseling practice. Since becoming
legally blind at fifteen, her world has been a blurry mess of colors. Her
greatest fear is also her ultimate reality. One day that fuzzy realm will
forever turn black. Refusing to let blindness define her, she builds a life for
herself with her dog, Jack Sparrow, and best friend, Sunny Daye.
for pity or for Superman swooshing down and rescuing her. She is capable of
saving herself just fine. That is until Gabe, the great smelling, former
Marine, from Texas moves in next door. Her attraction to him is immediate and,
unfortunately for her, mutual.
shows up begging for another chance, she is confused and fragile. She also
finds herself in the arms of her secretive neighbor. Little does she realize
that her decision for a steamy roll in the hay with Gabe will suck her into his
mysterious past, thrust her ex-husband back into her life, put her in the
middle of a murder investigation, and place her life in danger.
weight of the world on his shoulders. Short term flings are all he can afford
for more reasons than one – reasons he never plans to share. Until he moves in
next door to the beautiful, green eyed, feisty, Lauren. One night with her and
he’s reconsidering promises he made almost a decade ago. When a woman from his
past is murdered, his world is turned upside down. Secrets are revealed and
innocent lives are threatened. Can Gabe win Lauren’s love and save her life
before it’s too late?
Warnings: Contains a blind therapist who doesn’t consider herself impaired; a
meddling, erotic-novel-writing best friend; a hot ex-Marine with a shady past;
and a loyal guide dog that howls “I love you” and is probably the sanest one of
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From daring escapes by tough women to chivalrous men swooping in to save the
day, the creativity switch to Kishan Paul’s brain is always in the “on”
position. If daydreaming stories were a college course, Kish would have
graduated with honors.
Mother of two beautiful children, she has been married to her best friend
for over seventeen years. With the help of supportive family and friends, she
balances her family, a thriving counseling practice, and writing without
sinking into insanity.
Her novella, Taking the Plunge, is currently available in the Love Least
Expected Anthology on Amazon.
If you’re wondering who my inspiration was for Talon Manness in my story HOPE from our Girl Code anthology, wonder no more because I’m about to introduce him. I found him last year while doing the very hard research for a Totally Tantalizing Tuesday and well, I’ve never, ever forgotten him. He’s tattooed. He’s got a hard body. He’s got a boy-next-door face. He has a charming killer smile. Meet Alex Michael Turner – the man I looked at when I created Talon! If you aren’t familiar with him and following him on every social media forum, you’re definitely missing out. You can find him on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter (@flexturner). And by the way – You’re very welcome! 🙂 ❤
The #GirlCode project has been a rollercoaster ride. Putting your heart and soul into a story in the midst of working a full-time job, being a mother to three young children, a wife to a wonderfully patient man and doing all the other things required to make this life run smoothly can take a toll on a person. I’ve had the privilege to work with three amazing authors on #GirlCode and I must admit, I’ve never been more proud of a project. Enjoy the Book Trailer and then Pre-Order your copy of Girl Code now! 🙂
When I first laid eyes on Gary Taylor, I had to pick my jaw up off the ground. He embodies a look that is so very appealing to me – that rough, outdoorsy, earthy kind of guy – that isn’t afraid to get dirty! 😉 He’s got soft eyes, a hard body and a genuine smile that melts you. I have yet to see a single picture of his that I haven’t literally drooled over. I featured him last year on my blog for TTT and my hits were through the roof because he has so many followers and it’s understandable. He’s freaking fantastic and he seems like a pretty cool guy too! If you’re trying to find him, you can find him on Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. If you aren’t following him, you should be!
I’m knee-deep in some serious edits for my story HOPE in Girl Code, which is panning out to be one of my favorite stories I’ve written. But the editing is quite intense, so the search for the perfect Tuesday tantalizer has been a great break for me! This week I found an Austrian hottie that I’m excited to share with you. ANTHONY JAMES HILL. You can find him on Facebook and I suggest you check him out! Enjoy and Happy Tantalizing Tuesday!
Four weeks in a row! 🙂 Yep, I’m back again for another round of Sandra Bunino’s Mid-Week Tease. You know-the feature where us authors get an opportunity to post a snippet of a work-in-progress (aka WIPs), a new release or a back title. It’s an amazing way to get a peek at different authors and see what’s up with some of your favorites!
For the last three weeks, I’ve let you get a sneak peek into three of the four stories in Girl Code by DC Stone, Lea Bronsen and myself. This week I’m letting you have a glimpse into the last story in Girl Code – FAITH by Cait Jarrod. The four of us are very eager to share these stories with you. Hope you enjoy!
Setup: the first time Selena and Cullen talked since the night before she went into the Air Force.