Saturday Promo - Mia Downing...

Blurb:

Secret Agent Jake Anderson would rather have the measles than love his best friend's wife. So when she gives him a mission--to find his own woman to love--he knows just the woman to target. Exotic beauty Tia Richards--his new partner--is wild, twisted, and has no limits when it comes to adventure, in bed and out. She's perfect for him. Now he just has to get Tia and his heart to agree.

Sexy spy Tia Richards has a problem, and the solution is Jake. The last time they hooked up, he left her bound and begging, unfulfilled, so close to finally getting the fireworks she deserves. But Jake loves his former partner, and Tia refuses to be second best. Will she listen to the ache in her heart that whispers she has what it takes to be first in Jake's life, or will lethal limits separate them forever?

Excerpt:

Excerpt:

“I think you owe me more than one orgasm.”

Oh, yes, Jake did owe her more than one. Tia inhaled his scent—masculine, clean, intoxicating, but void of the note of leather that usually surrounded him. She frowned, missing that. “But not tonight. Sorry, Tex.”

“Two?” His smile was devilish, and his blue eyes darkened.

“Not tonight, thanks.” He owed her more than two, but she didn’t want to be the other woman. Oh, her body wanted to be the other woman. Her skin tingled with the anticipation of what he offered. But she couldn’t, not when he had looked at Blondie like that. “You don’t have something more pressing to do?”

“Don’t be so eager to leave, darlin’.” Jake put a hand on the small of her back, and the heat of his palm ignited a flame in her belly. “Where’s your room?”

“Back that way.” She pointed down the hall. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Jake turned her slightly, her back to the wall. He drew closer, one arm leaning on the wall over her head, close but not touching her with any part of his lean form except the hot palm on her bare back. His eyes were intense, deep blue, and he gave her another slow smile that promised whatever he did would definitely be a good idea.

She drew in a breath, afraid to exhale. He smelled so good. Would he taste as delicious tonight? No, she couldn’t go there. If he touched her, she’d ignite. If he kissed her…she’d be second best again.

“Just go,” she whispered. “I can’t do this with you. Not anymore.”

Buy Link:

http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=156&products_id=914

Erotic Romance author, Lexi Ryan...

Accidental Sex Goddess

by Lexi Ryan

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BLURB:

Promotions director Reese Regan isn’t a sex goddess and doesn’t want to be. But the job of her dreams requires enrollment in the renowned Sex Goddess 101. To avoid a trip to the unemployment line, Reese must pass the program and become Chicago’s next seductress—or at least fake it convincingly. Her best friend, the ruggedly sexy contractor Ben Hawk, helps her “fake” her way through the program, and the heat between them flares. When trust is broken and secrets are revealed, it appears they’ve traded years-long friendship for temporary passion. Will faking something so important cost them their chance at something real?

EXCERPT 

“I think I’m going let Mark take me out.”

His jaw ticked. “Don’t be stupid, Reese.”

“Wha—”

He cut her off with his mouth. He cupped her face in his big palm and brushed his lips across hers. He was warm and gentle.

And from the first brush of his lips, she wanted more.

Maybe tomorrow she’d blame the tequila or maybe she’d blame the lingerie shopping or the dirty stories she’d been logging into her notebook, but she moaned against him, loving the feel of his mouth, the light scratch of his scruff. Ben was so painfully male. A hot and delicious, long-denied craving.

Ben slanted his mouth over hers and slipped his tongue inside. He tasted like beer. Like male. Like something wicked and addictive. He wasn’t one of those rushed and sloppy kissers. He kissed like it was making love. Like he had all the time in the world. Like his most important task was kissing her. It was a kiss she’d known once and had never forgotten.

He slid his hands under her jaw and into her hair.

Reese grabbed a fistful of his shirt in her hand and pulled him closer, thinking of his eyes on her in the dressing room, thinking of the only other night they’d kissed.

He slid a hand behind her ass and lifted her, pressing her between the wall and his body and nestling his hard-on right between her legs. She gave a moan of approval and rubbed her tongue against his, exploring his mouth for all she was worth. She reached around his neck and slipped her fingers into his hair, tugging gently. Groaning, he pressed himself even closer to her. She cursed the day denim was invented. She wanted closer, closer even as part of her brain told her this was a mistake, told her to end this before they ruined everything.

He tore his mouth from hers and latched onto her neck. Sucking, nibbling, tasting until her eyes closed and she arched into him.

His teeth grazed the shell of her ear. His breath was hot as he whispered, “I’ll be damned if I’m going to let my brother help you with the best parts of this program.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Author of both contemporary and paranormal romance, Lexi Ryan writes smart, spunky stories that sizzle. She enjoys reading, sunshine, a good glass of wine, and rare trips to the beach with her husband and children.

Lexi lives in Indiana where she divides her time between her family, her writing, and her job as an English professor. You can find her at her website: lexiryan.com

Contact Links:

Website: http://lexiryan.com

Blog: lexiryan.blogspot.com

Facebook: facebook.com/lexiryan

Twitter: @writerlexiryan

E-mail: writerlexiryan@gmail.com

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Lexi is awarding a "pamper your inner sex goddess" gift basket (bath products, books from her backlist and candles - US ONLY) to one randomly drawn commenter, and a $25 Amazon or B&N gift card, winner's choice, to another randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/12/virtual-tour-accidental-sex-goddess-by.html

Comments??

Looking for a publisher??

My fabulous publisher, The Wild Rose Press are always looking for erotic romance submissions but not they have expanded into mainstream erotica. Today I'm sharing their fabulous submission information and special call outs they currently have on their website.

It's a New Year!!

Polish up that story and press 'send' - what have you got to lose??

Submission Info:

http://wildrosepress.us/publisher/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=39&Itemid=169

The Wilder Roses website:

http://www.wilderroses.com/

Let me know how it goes...GOOD LUCK!!

Rachel x

Thank you to our fabulous critique partners!!

I thought I would give out a shout of appreciation to my critique partner today. We have only been working together for a few months but up until that point I had worked alone, with no first reader and no critique partner. I have to say I find that really, really strange now.

It is not the way to write, I promise you.

She is fantastic! Not just with editing and restructure of sentences but making me think deeper and harder. A critique partner will not only improve your writing, he or she will also make you understand yourself a lot better too. I am not lecturing about spirituality or ‘finding yourself’, although I do believe in people continually searching for their authentic self. What I am saying is, I didn’t realize how much of me I put into my stories when I write.

What do I mean?

As I write erotic romance I don’t mean the sex is me…well, maybe some of it is, lol! What I mean is, I’ve come to realize that the theme or message of my stories is often very similar. My main issue seems to be trust. What it takes for my protagonist to trust again after heartbreak, bereavement or betrayal.

A fresh pair of eyes can spot your theme, sometimes before the author recognizes it herself. The advantage of knowing your theme from early on in the creativity process is huge. It means as the writer, you will delve deeper into your character, bring their heartfelt emotions onto the page and thus, give your reader a hugely satisfying read.

Why? Because they will understand your character’s deep-seated fear, the internal obstacles holding them back from being the person they want to be. This is what is at the heart of a good story, surely? Think about your favorite books. Wasn’t it the characters internal struggles that kept you turning the pages. When we pick up a book, we hope to find something that resonates with us. Something that makes us think, feel, cry or laugh. We want to travel with the character through an issue we understand.

On the other hand, if your critique partner is making you uncomfortable or suggesting changes you really don’t agree with – that’s fine too. Reach out for a partner. I promise whether or not you find one who fits, they will add something to you as a writer and make you and your work better than it was before.

I’d love to hear your experiences with critique partners or whether or not you even agree with me!

Rachel x

Sunday Promo - Callie Croix...

Blurb:

Navy SEAL Reid Galvin is back from hell and eager to find comfort in Becca Anderson's arms. He knows he hurt her when he cut contact during his deployment, so when his call interrupts her date with another man, he has only himself to blame. But he can't forget what she means to him--or the sexy email she sent him--and he won't miss this chance to claim her as his own.

It's been weeks since Becca heard from the man she thought she was involved with. So when Reid wants to take up where they left off as if nothing happened, she refuses. Then he rescues her from a first date gone very wrong, and she realizes she's not quite ready to let him go.

Reid and Becca have a lot to talk about, but since she's not listening, he's going to have to regain her trust another way--by bringing her most erotic fantasies to life. Making her surrender to pleasure just might be his most important mission.

Excerpt:

Navy Petty Officer First Class Reid Galvin hopped off the idling Black Hawk with three of his teammates and trudged across Bagram's baking tarmac to the cinderblock building that loomed before him. The intense August sun beat down on his shoulders, but it did nothing to melt the ice inside him.
Shoving open the door with one arm, he didn't look back at the others as they unloaded the body bags from the Chinook. Twenty-four of them. Five more bodies and other remains were still being recovered from the mangled wreckage at the crash site.
He'd done his job for the moment--secured the crash site and helped with the recovery effort. All of the victims had been in pieces, burned so badly they were beyond recognition. Each body part would have to be examined forensically to identify the charred remains in the bags.
In some ways, that was the hardest part to take. Knowing the family members would have to wait for the gruesome identifications to be completed before funeral arrangements could be made stateside. This loss was a huge blow to the SPECOPS community. To the U.S. military as a whole, and its role in the War on Terror. And though they'd been hit the hardest, the SEAL community didn't have time to mourn its fallen brothers.
He'd nearly been one of them. He'd originally been slated to be on that mission in Wardak province the day that Chinook had been shot down. Instead he'd been reassigned at the last moment with a few of his teammates. Fate had a goddamn twisted sense of humor sometimes.
Compared to the arid heat outside, the interior of the building was chilly from the air conditioning, bathed in a bluish glow from the fluorescent lighting. Reid rubbed a weary hand over his face. He hadn't slept in almost three days. Had barely eaten.
Beside him, one of his teammates started taking off his gear and stowing it in his locker, his movements rife with frustration. "Tonight can't get here fast enough."
"Tell me about it." Once night fell they'd be on the hunt for the ones responsible for the crash. In the darkness they'd be in their element, finally doing something about avenging their fallen brothers. Hell, they'd all go out again right now in spite of their exhaustion if their commander hadn't ordered them to get some rack time.
Reid dropped his ruck and took care of his M-4 before peeling off his dirty BDUs that stank of jet fuel and scorched metal. He couldn't get the stench of burned flesh out of his nostrils. The short, hot shower awaiting him wouldn't help much either. All the soap in the world wouldn't take that smell away completely.
The smell of two dozen SEALs' blood spilled into the Afghan soil.
Tired to the bone, Reid stripped and stepped into the shower, only to find the spray was lukewarm at its hottest setting. He scrubbed himself down with the strong soap before toweling off and pulling a fresh T-shirt and cammies on. Behind some of the others he walked the length of the hall to their temporary barracks and crawled onto his cot as someone hit the lights. After a few minutes the sound of slow breathing and the occasional soft snore of one of his teammates filled the dark, quiet room.
Despite the fatigue pulling at his heavy eyelids, sleep wouldn't come. The need for action hummed in his veins, the sense of raw frustration and impatience demanding he do something. People were working on the situation right now, he reminded himself. His brothers' deaths would not go unanswered.
When he finally closed his eyes, it wasn't his fellow SEALs' faces he saw. It was Becca's.

 

Link:

http://ebooks.carinapress.com/88E3DE40-FF51-421E-98E9-6F48D2B30302/10/134/en/ContentDetails.htm?ID=45F1F331-A8D3-43B8-A4AB-F394A675E136

Welcome fabulous erotic romance writer, Samantha Gentry!

 Welcome to my site, Samantha! First of all, I LOVE the sexy, simplicity of your cover - gorgeous :) Okay, well, over to you - looking forward to hearing more about your latest release...

RUMORS OF A SEX CLUB…

Could this be her big break? Her ticket to a career as an investigative reporter?  Secrets, personal agendas, deceptions—not exactly a good foundation for building a solid relationship.

BLURB:  Dani Foreman is determined to expose the secrets of the mysterious Third Floor club in order to secure her career as an investigative reporter.  Problem?  So far, many have tried but none have been able to gain access to the private club.  An encounter with the sexy bartender might just be her way inside the club to discover the truth behind the rumors of orgies among the rich and powerful.

Mitch Sinclair is a man of many secrets, including owning the Third Floor, an exclusive sex club.  He doesn't know who Dani is, but he does know she is not what she claims. His need to protect the secrets of Third Floor runs deep and very personal. But his attraction to Dani is strong and he must decide whether to trust her or compromise the single most important thing in his life.

And that's the crux of the character's problems and conflict in the fifth book in my Encounter series, THIRD FLOOR ENCOUNTER by Samantha Gentry, available now from The Wilder Roses (the Scarlet Rose line of erotic romance at The Wild Rose Press).

http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=182&products_id=904

I found this an interesting book to write.  From the day I started putting the storyline together, I included the rumors about the Third Floor private club and speculation that it was a sex club.  But it took me a while to decide if that would end up being the truth and if so, what type of sex club and who were the members?  And another decision about the storyline if Third Floor did end up being a sex club would be the problem of the man who owned the private club—the hero of the story.  How would that impact his good guy/hero status?  Why a sex club rather than a gambling club or just a high end private club serving drinks and food and maybe having a dance floor?  And if it did end up being a sex club, to what purpose?  And what would it say about the heroine if she became involved with a man who owned a sex club?  At some point in time she was bound to discover the truth especially with her desire to do an investigative report on the club.  Then what?

How to reconcile the two extremes.  Be able to show the hero is still the good guy and worthy of her love even though he purposely deceived her about his true identity and several other things.  Provide a valid reason for her to accept that he owns a sex club, a reason that will allow her to retain her integrity when she is presented with a viable reason for not doing an investigative report on Third Floor and exposing it as a sex club.

What factor could make all of that okay?  I hope you enjoy the way I worked it out.

Following is an Adult excerpt from THIRD FLOOR ENCOUNTER, an erotic romance by Samantha Gentry.

Adult Excerpt #2 (first kiss):

Mitch continued to hold Dani's hand as they walked next door. Her hand felt good in his, very comfortable and relaxed. He unlocked the front door and stepped aside so she could enter.

Three steps inside and she came to an abrupt halt then whirled around to face him. "Oh, my God! This isn't an apartment building, it's a house!"

Her sudden stop caught him off guard. He bumped into her, knocking her off balance. He grabbed her in his arms, catching her before she fell. He pulled her body tightly to him, her face close. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest. He felt each breath she drew, her ragged breathing matching his. His cock responded to her body heat, twitching to life and rising to the occasion. Taking it slow…testing the situation…taking the time to figure out specifically why she had invaded his territory. It all went by the wayside in a heated moment of unbridled lust.

His mouth came down hard on hers, an involuntary reaction he couldn't have prevented even if he wanted to. After a brief moment of surprised hesitation, she fully responded with an earthy sensuality that nearly knocked his socks off. She felt good in his arms, the contours of her body fitting with his as if they were made to be together. He aggressively thrust his tongue between her lips. Exploring, tasting and teasing. At that moment, he had only one thing on his mind—spending the night engaged in hot sex with the delicious Dani Foreman.

She had grabbed his attention, captured his interest, and stimulated his libido all in one fell swoop. His common sense and instincts told him to back off, put it on hold, keep his pants zipped, leave it alone. If he hadn't been inside his own home, his instincts would be telling him to turn and run. But his desires vetoed his concerns. He wasn't even sure exactly what specifically concerned him.

Thanks to Rachel for having me here today.  Information on my other Encounter books available on my website: www.samanthagentry.com

And be sure to stop by my blog, a new post every Sunday morning:  http://samanthagentry.blogspot.com

 Samantha is ready to chat...comments???

Happy New Year!!

Well, here we go! Another year of opportunities awaits us!

I love the New Year - for me it's a time for planning and deciding what steps I'm going to take both personally and professionally. I have been producing work slower than I would have liked throughout 2012 and I can't help thinking it comes down to my lack of time management and planning. As well as a real lack of ideas...

Never before I have had this kind of situation I find myself in...completely stuck with what to write next! It's not that I have no ideas at all but more where I want to take my writing next. The nagging feeling that it's time for me to write a series hasn't gone away for months so I figure there is no better time to start planning a series than January 1st :)

So, today I have start jotting down a few ideas and decided I want to write a trilogy about three friends running a bakery/cake shop in Victorian England. Near to where I live, is the most beautiful place made up of lots of tiny little villages and hamlets - the perfect setting from which I can draw inspiration.

An historical erotic romance is entirely new to me so I've got no idea how this will play out yet but really hope it works. I'll let you know!

In the meantime. Happy New Year, lovely readers - wishing you all the best for your own writing or reading dreams!

Love
Rachel x