Welcome erotic romance writer, Skye Warren...

THE BEAUTY SERIES

Beauty Touched the Beast / Beneath the Beauty

by Skye Warren

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BLURB:

Beauty Touched the Beast

Erin cleans Mr. Morris’s house twice a week, soaking up every moment with the reclusive ex-soldier she secretly loves. Blake Morris knows he’s scarred both inside and out and is no good for the beautiful young woman who cleans his house to pay for college. But when Erin walks in on Blake touching himself and moaning her name, all bets are off.

Beauty Touched the Beast is a short erotic story of lovers finding refuge with each other. Not for those under 18 years of age or those uncomfortable with the subject matter.

Beneath the Beauty

In the long anticipated sequel to Amazon Erotica Bestseller Beauty Touched the Beast, Erin and Blake explore their new intimacy and encounter old enemies.

When Blake receives an offer to return to his alma mater as associate professor, he knows this is his chance to reenter the world—and to be worthy of the woman he loves. Erin wants this chance for him to heal… even if it means leaving her behind.

Beneath the Beauty is an erotic story told in serial format. Don’t miss the sexy initial installment, Beauty Touched the Beast, available now.

EXCERPT

“Hey, professor. You have a minute?”

Blake looked up from his desk, a smile spreading across his features. “For you, always.”

Maybe for the first time, she studied him critically. One half of his face was handsome, beautiful even. The other was matted with heavy burn scars from the top of his lip to his temple. His eye was still functional but the shape didn’t match the other side, giving him a lopsided appearance.

She liked everything about the way he looked. The bravery of his military service, the bravery he showed going out into the world despite how people judged him. How precious it was that he’d lived, that he was with her.

Suffused with sudden emotion, she shoved the coffees onto a cluttered file cabinet and launched her arms around his neck. He caught her with an oomph but soon after tightened his embrace into a hug.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, laughing slightly.

I’m so proud of you. But she didn’t want to bring it up if he hadn’t heard those girls. He seemed in good spirits. Instead she said, “Missed you.”

“You saw me last night,” he reminded her.

She pulled back, smiling slyly. “And again this morning.”

His eyes darkened, and she felt him thickening against her belly. He was so quick to arousal, always ready for more.

Holding his gaze, she slid her hand down his stomach, taut and flat beneath the button-down and undershirt she’d watched him don this morning. Her fingers crossed the ridge of his belt like it was the damned Rubicon—the point of no return. They were in his office, but they were alone… and damn it, she felt the need to please him. To pleasure him after those ridiculous girls had sullied him, whether he knew it or not. She found his erection, thick and pulsing.

He bucked into her hand, groaning. “Erin. Erin.”

She loved her name on his lips.

“Yes?” she asked innocently. “Is something wrong?”

He gasped out something she couldn’t understand. It didn’t matter. His body told her what she needed to know: the heat beneath her palm, the shudder of his thighs beneath the smooth slacks. God, he looked good in a suit. She almost didn’t blame those girls for their gawking if they hadn’t been so cruel about his scars.

She sunk down to her knees, pushing him gently against the wall. Their bodies blocked the door; no one would be able to walk in and see them. But someone could try, and what would their excuse be for blocking the way? Even worse, if someone outside were very near and very quiet, they might be able to hear the ragged breaths wrenched from Blake’s throat, the rasp of his zipper as she tugged it down, the low groan as she pulled him out, skin-to-skin.

The risk excited her. So different from the safe circle of his bedroom. It felt, somehow, like a declaration. A statement of intent. He’s mine.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Skye Warren writes unapologetic erotica, where pain and sex and love collide. Her books have and has reached the bestseller lists at Amazon and been a Night Owl Reviews Top Pick.

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Welcome Etopia Press author, Jianne Carlo....

Vengeance Hammer (Viking Vengeance #3)

by Jianne Carlo

Erotic Historical Romantic Suspense

Categories: Mystery/Thriller

Publisher: Etopia Press

Release Date: May 3, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 73,000

Available at:

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Description:

Can a Viking forgive the woman who cheated him of his vengeance?

All Dráddor has to do is kill the Earl of Caithness, wed the man’s daughter, and vengeance would be his and the oath to his father would be fulfilled. But when he arrives at Caithness, the earl is already dead, poisoned by own wife. And when he finds the earl’s daughter, the Lady Xára, he find she’s unable to speak. Unwilling to be thwarted, Dráddor marries her anyway to claim the earl’s lands and title, knowing King Kenneth could not fault him for later casting her aside.

Desperate to protect her family, Xára willingly weds the Viking. She must win Dráddor to her side before he discovers the secret that will destroy all. But the Saracen warrior, Niketas, has other plans. He needs the blood of two virgin half-immortals to win eternal life and the powers of the gods. Until the god Heimdallr, Xára’s true sire, makes it clear he has other plans for his beloved daughter…

About the Author:

Award winning author, Jianne Carlo’s motto is simple: Alpha Me Please.

While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are her forte, she goes weak in the knees for warriors and alphas. Send her a man with an attitude and she’ll find the right woman to tame him.

Jianne loves hot and spicy food, stomach-plunging park rides, and is kept on her toes by her Viking husband of thirty-five years, and three, handsome grown sons. There’s nothing she likes more than hearing from readers.

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Vengeance Hammer, Vengeance Warriors Book 3: Excerpt:

The tall cliffs separating the castle from the bay cast deep shadows over most of the rocky beach. Konáll’s langskip, Dauði Dkellr, named for his axe, Death Blow, sailed through the entrance to the bay. The ship rode the rough waves and on each trough, the mast of the boat following rose like a beacon.

When Dauði Dkellr anchored in the middle of the bay and let down a small rowboat, Dráddør shaded his eyes and squinted. “’Tis Konáll, to be cert.”

“Do my eyes deceive me or is that a woman they are lowering into your brother’s arms?” Tighe peered at the small boat.

Dráddør clamped his dropped jaw tight. “Nay, you have the right of it. ’Tis Nyssa. I cannot believe Konáll set out to journey here with his wife swollen with child. He is as nervous as a nun about the babe and in less than three sennights the channels will freeze. Why would he take such a risk? If ’twere not for King Harald and King Kenneth’s urgent summons, e’en I would have waited until the spring to claim Lathairn and the title.”

“Thanks to your god, Odin, you did not. Néill most cert would have raped Xára and claimed both the title and the lands long before spring.” Tighe laid the bleached branch on a flat boulder and with quick, short flicks carved the outline of a sword.

Dráddør tracked the boat approaching the cove.

“Hail.” The shout echoed around the bay.

Dráddør waved and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Best you disembark in the calm pool to your right.”

The two Vikings rowing the boat changed direction.

Tighe pocketed the small sword he’d carved. Both men walked to the one spot of tranquility in the bay, a tiny alcove where the ocean lapped the rock-strewn sand instead of pounding and thrashing away the beach clinging to the cliff’s base. They watched as Konáll hopped out of the small boat and stood in the knee-deep water to swing Nyssa high against his chest. The grim cant of his mouth spoke volumes.

Dráddør braced himself for his brother’s anger.

Konáll strode forward. He kicked away a clump of brackish seaweed tangled around his soaked boot, and stomped to a halt in front of the two men.

“Why are you here? What is so amiss you risk the life of your wife and the child she carries?” Dráddør asked.

“Good Morn, brother. ’Tis many moons since we last broke bread together.” Nyssa leaned forward and pecked Dráddør’s cheek.

“He knows full well ’tis not a paltry visit, woman. Tell him the all of it,” Konáll growled.

“We came to help you,” Nyssa replied. “You have need of us.”

Dráddør shook his head. “Nay. All is in hand. I have claimed the title and wed and bedded the heiress to the lands. I have no need of either of you. What sent you here? Nyssa, you are full with child. Risk you your babe? For the Winter-fylleþ is nigh upon us and one storm can see you here for the season.”

“I have been asking those same questions of my wife,” Konáll snarled.

Nyssa sent her husband a petulant, narrow-eyed scowl. “And I have told you time and time again, Dráddør needs us. Mús said so.”

“My wife stowed away on the langskip. Sweetly pretended to see me off on the journey she insisted I make.” He glared at his wife. “I should tar your arse.” Konáll looked ready to howl in frustration.

“Mús said Dráddør needed my healing powers.” Nyssa’s mouth pursed.

Welcome Ellora's Cave author, Zenobia Renquist....

CREAM

by Zenobia Renquist

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BLURB:

She’s entered a world where blood, sex, and cash rules everything around her.

What do a four hundred-year-old vampire and a mid-level necromancer have in common? Money. Jeliyah needs it to pay off the people who trained her and Teaghan enjoys killing to get it. Together they hunt rogue vampires—assuming Teaghan can focus on something other than getting her in bed and Jeliyah doesn’t put a bullet in him first.

The uneasy partnership promises to be lucrative until Teaghan and Jeliyah get on the wrong side of a feud. Jeliyah is forced to use forbidden magic and finds herself bound to a man she should hate—but whom she can’t stop fantasizing about.

Every second they stay alive fuels a growing desire Jeliyah is unwilling to deny. Is it the magic? The danger? The only way to get the answers she craves is to outrun the enemy or kill them. She knows Teaghan’s preference but it’s Jeliyah who must put their mind-blowing sex aside and make the choice that will decide both their fates.

EXCERPT

Teaghan knew it. A coup was about to happen. He didn’t know the players and didn’t care. So long as the bills got paid, the person in power didn’t matter. From one leader to the next, nothing ever changed.

He said, “Fine. You want me. I get that. Leave the necromancer out of it. No one would miss me but take her out and you’ll have the higher-ups gunning for you and your boss.”

“You’re right, the higher-ups would be quite upset if we killed the necromancer, and that wasn’t my intention. The others wanted to have some fun with her before handing her over but that was all.”

Jeliyah gripped the door handle and her eyes widened.

Teaghan said, “The higher-ups won’t overlook you molesting one of their own.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. They’ve given us permission to do with her as we please so long we return her to them intact.”

Jeliyah yelled, “They would never do that.”

Fredrick chuckled. “Well, hello, Jeliyah. Ephraim tells me you smell of vampire seed and blood. Recent seed. Old blood. I had thought you would hold out against Teaghan much longer given your initial reaction to him. Either I overestimated you or underestimated him.” He made the vocal equivalent of a shrug. “Doesn’t matter since I felt the need to pass on the news of your little indiscretion to Hirsch, who then relayed it to the higher-ups. They are very displeased that a high-middle class such as yourself would give a vampire permission to invade her body. That displeasure graduated to anger when I informed them of the blood sharing as well.”

Oh please, no. No. No.

Teaghan grabbed Jeliyah’s hand in a firm grip to anchor her to the here and now. She clutched at him and stared at his profile. Tears rimmed her eyes. He knew she was holding it together by a thin thread of will. Images of the bleeding chamber raced through her mind. She was imagining herself in the place of the person she’d seen when she was young.

He told her through their link, I’ve got you, Jeliyah. Nothing’s going to happen.

Fredrick said, “Stop the car and give up. Make this easier for all of us.”

“Denied.” Teaghan released Jeliyah’s hand so he could snatch the phone off the dash and hit the end button.

Jeliyah asked, “What do we do? They want you dead and me—” Her words choked to a halt and she pulled in a shuddering breath. A single tear slipped down her cheek.

He retrieved her hand and squeezed it. “Easy there, necromancer. Don’t fall apart on me now.”

“Why? All you did was kill a rogue.”

“That’s why. It’s a changing of the guard. It happens every few centuries. Family infighting. They involve people from neighboring families who have been promised some little tidbit or other to help the wannabe head take power. It’s a story as old as the vampires. Seems you and I got in the way.”

Teaghan changed his destination. The enforcers probably knew which hotel they’d used by now and might be lying in wait. He steered the car back on the highway. If one family wanted him dead then his only protection was to seek refuge in another family’s territory.

While a risky proposition without petitioning for entrance first, the destination Teaghan had in mind came with a sponsor. He released Jeliyah’s hand once more to bring up a number he hadn’t called in years. He hoped it still worked.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Zenobia Renquist lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her fantasy worlds, she can be found in Hawaii living with her husband and two cats.

She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means she’s accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesn’t have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of her readers.

On the few occasions her muse flees the scene of the crime, Zenobia likes to read (comics, manga, and romance), go to the movies, play a few levels of whichever puzzle game has hijacked her interest or experiment with a new chain maille weave.

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Welcome Eternal Press author, Fiona McGier...

For the Love of His Life

by Fiona McGier

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Categories: Interracial/Multicultural

Publisher: Eternal Press

Release Date: May 1, 2013

Heat Level: Steamy

Word Count: 81,600 words

Buy Link:

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Description

Can a sexy Hispanic action movie star find himself in the BWCA of upper Minnesota? Will the local woman he grows to love believe someone who “lies for a living”?

When the famous action movie star Raul Roderick needs to “clean-up” for a major role that even he doubts he can deliver, the director sends him up to a resort owned by his grandmother in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area of upper Minnesota, to learn to commune with nature.  His guide is Veronica, the director's cousin, a tall, athletic woman who has the relaxed, sensible nature of someone who knows herself well. 

Raul hasn't been this far from his reliable drug-dealers for a very long time, and dealing with real-life is something he's never been very good at. His initial clumsy attempt to seduce her makes her laugh...so he calls her fat. Is there any hope that their relationship will progress beyond its rocky start? And can Raul overcome his partying nature to discover what is really important in life?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations (including a f/f/m ménage scene/scenes in the first chapter) and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt:

Raul tries to convince Veronica that he's fallen in love with her.

When they got back to the truck, Veronica hit the clicker before moving around to the back to toss her backpack into it.  Raul followed and did the same with the one he'd been carrying.  She pushed the back end of the truck back up and walked around to get into the drivers' seat.  Raul got into the passenger side and they both pulled their doors closed.  There was silence for a long moment.

"Come back to my cabin with me," Raul urged in what he hoped was a persuasive voice.

Veronica shook her head without looking at him. 

"I can't!  You know that!  Gram Marie would see us and have a shit-fit!"

Raul leaned over the console and put his hand over Veronica's hand that was gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white.

"Then take me back to your place," he said in a low voice.  Her eyes widened as she turned to look at him and he added, "Please."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going crazy from how much I want you.  I've never made love to a woman before.  I need to know how we will feel together."

Veronica spat out a laugh that sounded more like a sob.

"If you're gonna lie to me, you'd better get more blood back into your brain first.  How can you expect me to believe you?  You've probably had sex with half of Hollywood, and fucked your way across the country by now."

Raul's face grew more serious.

"Yes, I have.  But I've never even bothered to learn the names of the women I've had.  What did it matter?  They were only after one thing, and so was I.  Once that was over, and they could brag about fucking Raul Roderick, our business was done."

He heard her intake of breath, staggered, like she was trying not to cry.

He reached his hand up and turned her face toward him.

"Look at me, Nica.  Look into my eyes so you can see I'm not lying to you.  I won't ever lie to you.  I've never had real feelings for any other woman before.  I don't even know how to seduce you.  I don't want to insult you with any of the moves I've used with so little thought before.  I don't want you to think this means nothing to me.  It means everything."

"Is this a new seduction strategy for you?  Are you just trying it out on me, to see if it will work?"  Her voice held layers of insecurity, and there were tears in her eyes, and that was too much for him to bear.

Raul sat back in his seat and folded his hands in his lap.

"No," he said in a flat, monotone voice.  "I don't know how to convince you that I'm not feeding you a line.  I'm not very good at speaking from my heart, because I don't know how.  I've never done it before.  But please drive us away from here, so we won't be seen by any inquiring minds who want to know what's going on."

Veronica sat and stared ahead of her for a minute before taking a deep breath.  She turned the key and started the truck and pulled carefully out of the parking lot.  She turned left and headed south on the Gunflint Trail, back towards all of the places they knew.

Raul tried hard not to give in to depression, but he could feel himself beginning to wallow in it.  As a child he had hated those feelings so much that he pretended they didn't exist...as if he was someone else.  That had always made his loneliness and pain easier to bear.  But now? 

I don't know how to reach her.  Anything I say, she'll think is a line.  I'm in love for the first time in my life, and there's nothing I can do or say to convince her of that.  I'm an asshole and I don't deserve any better.

Raul stared down at the hands folded in his lap and felt self-hatred gnawing at his soul. 

About the Author

Fiona has always had stories in her head. Characters intrude into her thoughts and insist on showing her scenes from their lives. She discovered that when she ignores them, they start to yell louder; if she writes their stories and they can live in readers’ heads as well, they usually leave her alone. Only to be replaced by a new group of story-tellers. Her head is usually a very crowded place, but she likes it that way. Visit Fiona at www.fionamcgier.com.

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Welcome Amira Press author, Charisma Knight...

1)   What is your writing routine? Waking my thirteen-year old up and getting her ready for school. Cooking breakfast, brewing coffee for myself and the significant other. Once he’s off to his business, my daughter catches the bus and it’s time to write or work on cover art! 

2)   Which is your favorite romance subgenre to read? To write?  Besides romance, I enjoy reading and writing horror and science fiction.

3)   What do you expect from an editor?  I expect an editor to correct me without persecuting me during the editing phase. I can take constructive criticism, but someone being outright rude, I have very little tolerance for. I’ve had two editors make sarcastic comments and I didn’t care too much for it. I remained professional but requested not to be paired with them again.

4)   What are you working on right now?  I’m currently working on Ensnared, my third science fiction piece!

5)   Your biggest piece of advice to aspiring novelists?  Hone your craft each day. It doesn’t matter if it is a page, a chapter, or a short story. You’ll grow with each book you publish.

6)   What was your favorite subject in school and why?  I loved Biology because I’ve always had a fascination with the human body systems.

7)   What is your favorite dessert?  Cheesecake!

8)   High heels, sneakers or flip flops?   Heels/wedges in the summer, heels/ankle length boots during the winter!

Demoness of Lust

by Charisma Knight

Erotic Paranormal Romance

Categories: Interracial/Multicultural

Publisher: Amira Press

Release Date: 4/19/2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 87 pages

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Description

Jake finds comfort in the arms of the lovely mysterious woman who visits him in his dreams. He soon realizes this being has awakened feelings within he’d never experienced in the past.

Sabrina answered Jake's lonely calls in the night. When strong emotions for the mortal develop, she discovers that she must follow her instincts and pursue the man.

A spell casts Sabrina into the human realm, but she must convince Jake to acknowledge his true feelings for her within four days. If she fails, she'll remain a demon for the rest of eternity. She also discovers destiny will have its way when she’s unable to control certain events and learns a powerful lesson of self-sacrifice and love.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

About the Author

Charisma Knight is an author and a cover artist living in the Maryland area with her youngest daughter and her soul mate. You'll discover her stories are a mixture of erotica and erotic romance that contain a wild edge with a little fantasy sprinkled throughout. If you're an avid reader of Charisma's stories, don't be shy—she loves to receive e-mails from readers.

Connect with Charisma Knight

Email: charismaknight1@aol.com

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Welcome romance author, Claire Kent....

NAMELESS

by Claire Kent

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BLURB:

They named it anything but love.

After a failed marriage to a domineering man, Erin refuses to be controlled by anything or anyone. That includes Seth, the father of her baby—a man who was supposed to be only a one-night-stand, a man who’s used to always getting his way.

There’s a reason that Seth Thomas, a successful defense attorney, is often referred to as the Bulldozer. If something needs to happen, he makes it happen. That includes being part of his baby’s life—even if he never expected to be a father, even if Erin doesn’t really trust him.

They’ll work out an arrangement in the best interest of their baby—and if they occasionally have sex, well, that’s just an added perk—but they both agree on one thing.

What they have will never be love.

EXCERPT

She wandered back to the table to find Seth staring broodingly at his empty glass.

She watched him for a minute.  Then, “Are you all right?”

He jerked his head toward her, as if he hadn’t realized she’d returned.  “Yeah.”

Studying him closely, she decided she didn’t believe him.  He was flushed from warmth and the Scotch, adorably rumpled in his wrinkled suit and loosened tie, and sprawled out on the booth seat.  But he looked vulnerable somehow.

Wounded.

She sat down beside him, instead of in her chair.  “I’m switching to water. If I drink any more, I might throw up.”  This she said by way of explanation, so he wouldn’t think she was giving up on their evening.

“Very sensible of you.”

“Throwing up in front of you would be embarrassing.”

Seth nodded.  “It wouldn’t be very pleasant for me either.”

Then he licked his lips the way he had before.

Erin watched his tongue slide across the supple line of each lip, moistening each as it went.

She moved toward him.  Slid her hands up his chest until they settled on his shoulders.  “I asked you to stop licking your lips.”

His mouth parted slightly, perhaps in surprise, but he didn’t have time to say anything.

Leaning her face toward his, she pressed her lips into his.  He was warm and solid beneath her, and he made a little grunt in his throat.

He tasted and smelled like Scotch, and also something fainter, more masculine.

When she relaxed her mouth on his, he murmured against her lips, “What was that?”

“That,” she pronounced, pleased she was thinking so clearly, “was a kiss.” 

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Bio:

Claire has been writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British literature and, when she's not writing, she teaches English at the university level.

She also writes contemporary romance under the penname Noelle Adams.

Links:

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