Thursday, July 31, 2014

- Review & Teasers - How I Became Lotus Raine the Porn Star by Erika Ashby



I refused to work my way up the company ladder by sexually favoring my sleazy boss. I was beginning to lose hope. Until one day, he surprised me with an assignment that would literally rock my world.

I never imagined my first assignment being my last. But Brent Nichols worked his way inside every way possible, unlocking something within me. 

Becoming a porn star was never part of the plan. Neither was changing my name. 

Everyone else knows me as Lucy Rogers, but you can call me Lotus Raine.


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How I Became Lotus Rain…the porn star was the first book I have read by Erika Ashby… It did not disappoint.  I wasn’t sure what to expect going into but it turned out to be something completely different.  It was so refreshing.
Lucy Rogers has been working at a publishing company for a while but never seems to get the assignments or recognition she deserves or wants.
She finally gets her first assignment, cue Brent Nichols the porn star.  She is going to be following him around for the week.  I know what you’re thinking.. Greeeaattt another typical porn star/ sex book.  But no you’re wrong!! This book was so much more than that.  Yes it had hot, steamy, amazing sex scenes but that’s not all.  Lucy begins to find herself and work through some rough stuff from her past.  
I loved everything about this book.  The characters were all fantastic, the story line flowed great, and there wasn’t a cliffhanger!  This is a definite 5 star read for me!!  Great Job Erika!!!!



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“We don’t have to do this tonight, but you’ll just be prolonging the inevitable if you decide against it.” His hand moved to my neck, cradling it as it fell back and his free hand trailed up my thigh, moving under the jean fabric of my shorts. “If you don’t want to go all the way, I won’t fight it, but let me at least give you a taste of what you’ll be missing out on.” He bent down, whispering into my ear, licking the edge of it as his finger slipped beneath the security of my cotton panties. Man was I thankful for my non-painted on shorts at that very moment. And so was my conscious pussy.

I bit my lip—hard—suppressing the moan. I internalized it by pressing my center closer to him, as his finger moved in and out of me deeper and faster.

“So wet. So wet and tight.” He murmured praises into my neck as he recklessly worked his finger in and out of me. I had never been touched as possessively and with such expertise as I had with him. In my mind, he had to be a professional fingerer. That had to be a profession, right?

Knocking at the door broke through my consciousness and caused my body to tense.

“Wait your fuckin’ turn,” he turned his head, yelling toward the door.

“We need to go,” I said hesitantly as he continued working his finger, adding his thumb to the mix as he rubbed my clit. My hands pressed into the top of the counter as I pushed myself further into the wall. I could feel it deep within me—signs of what was to come, forming and beginning to crackle throughout my body. Like an electrical current seeking full charge. Sparks here and there uniting, wanting to become one combustible unit.

“We aren’t leaving this bathroom until you get off. Either by my finger or my dick. The choice is yours.”

“Seriously?” I withered even more beneath him. “Who talks like that?” I had never been so turned on in all my life. It wasn’t just the way he was touching me, but that damn mouth of his could get me off by words alone.

“Men who know what they’re doing.” He looked up and gave me a sexy smirk.















 

Being born an "Army Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her husband. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.





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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

- Promo - A Taste for Danger by H.K Sterling


Title: A Taste for Danger
Author: H.K. Sterling
Genre: Mystery/Suspense Romance - Heat Level THREE
Publication Date: June 12, 2014


Still licking his wounds over blowing it with Carolyn Woods, the love of his life, Jack Heart drinks to excess daily. His apartment is in shambles, he's isolated himself from all his friends, and he stumbles to the couch every night to sleep off an alcoholic stupor. All that changes when he receives a phone call with a job offer from a man he barely knew.

Suddenly, Jack must track down an embezzler inside a swanky corporation riff with politics, game-playing, and treachery. The deeper Jack goes, the more dirt he finds. Can this out-of-place detective survive and still crack the case? Not to mention certain women he works with have plans for Jack—way more than he bargained for.

One thing is certain: Jack's taste for danger will take him to the edge of disaster.














H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with imagination, intelligence, a kick, and twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on romantic suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. Sometimes her books may even go dark. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Short Spy Romance out called Eyes Only; a Mystery/Thriller titled A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology, My Bloody Valentine. Her new book, A Taste For Danger (sequel to A Taste For Killing) has was just released on June 12, 2014. H.K.'s books are suitable for 18+.


1. H.K. loves Doctor Who.

2. H.K. once bungee jumped to celebrate a birthday. The second time H.K. dove off backwards.

3. H.K. holds a Bachelor and Master's Degree.

4. H.K. once interviewed a former Major General in the KGB.

5. H.K. has been to South America.

6. H.K. has also been to Mexico, Canada, and Kauai.

7. The day after getting a Master's Degree, H.K. loaded up furniture and drove across the country to move to California. H.K. did this with no job waiting and $2000. H.K. was kind of stupid when younger. ;-)

8. H.K. decided where to live in California by driving down the coastline. At some point H.K. realized that Mexico was an upcoming exit. Whoops. So H.K. took the next exit which happened to be Sea World. Therefore H.K. randomly settled in San Diego. Okay, H.K. might have been really stupid when younger. Or reckless. Take your pick.

9. H.K. once lived in a commune.

10. H.K. now lives on the East Coast of the U.S.

11. H.K. is married.

12. H.K. waited a long time to get married as H.K. didn't want to be tied down.

13. H.K. has been keeping a dream diary since 1982.

14. Holy Crap, H.K. is OLD.........ISH (Shhh! Don't tell anyone!)

15. H.K. has an alternate pen name that writes poetry, literary, new adult and co-founded an online magazine. (Shhh! Don't tell anyone!) No, actually, it's not a secret. :-)

16. H.K. worked as a Social Worker for a number of years.

17. H.K. also volunteered at a women's domestic violence shelter and a free medical clinic at different times.

18. H.K. loves the videos that have started showing up of animal rescues from Hope For Paws, an animal rescue organization. See a couple of them here:
They have beautiful endings, I promise. That's what is so special; seeing the before and after is amazing. H.K. would like to support the organization. Here is the link to their website if you want to know more:
19. H.K.'s favorite food is Mexican. However, like most writers, chocolate is a writing requirement.

20. H.K.'s current favorite songs are:


11 Things You Didn't Know About A Taste For Danger
  1. A Taste For Danger is part of the "Chasing The Taste" series. The first book in the series was called A Taste For Killing. 
  2. All the books in the series focus on one or the other of two main heroes, Carolyn Woods and Jack Heart. A Taste For Killing is told from Carolyn's point of view. A Taste For Danger is told from Jack's point of view. Each book can also be read as a stand-alone. 
  3. Carolyn and Jack are both independent detectives who sometimes cooperate and other times compete with one another. 
  4. All the books in the "Chasing The Taste" series are about characters, both good and bad who are chasing something they feel they are missing. This might be money or fame or more nebulous things such as love or self- esteem. 
  5. A Taste For Killing takes place around the construction trade. 
  6. A Taste For Danger takes place in the arena of large corporations. 
  7. Both Jack and Carolyn have very healthy sexual appetites. But is it with each other? You have to read the books to find out. 
  8. Both books take place in a large city. Maybe New York? ; ) 
  9. Romance is not far away from Carolyn and Jack in both books, in several directions! 
  10. The author of A Taste For Danger and the "Chasing The Taste" series also wrote a short "Flirt" for Breathless Press called Eyes Only. That book was about the area of clandestine operations. 
  11. With H.K. Sterling's penchant for mystery and suspense, you probably haven't heard the last from Jack or Carolyn!


Twitter: @HKSterling
Email: HK.Sterling@aol.com
HK Sterling "Undercover Blog": http://hksterling1.blogspot.com/

Monday, July 28, 2014

- Release Blitz - Throttled by Chelle Bliss

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Throttled Synopsis: She’s about to become his – Mrs. Joseph Gallo. All she wants is to be his, but his possessiveness days before the wedding has her questioning the reality of a happily ever after. He’s not easy. He’s territorial and doesn’t share well with others. City’s staking his claim, making Suzy his forever. Their future teeters precariously on the cliff of matrimonial bliss. Will their love survive his alpha nature or will it all unravel before she can say ‘I do’?
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- Release Blitz - Eluded by Lyra Parish

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Title: Eluded
Author: Lyra Parish
Publication Date: July 28, 2014

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Lives intersect only to be changed indefinitely...

Lauren
This isn't your typical girl meets boy.
There isn't a glass slipper or Prince Charming.
I've lived it and now it will be told.
Welcome to my personal hell...

Derrick
I once saved lives and now... I so easily end them.

Women are drawn to me like a moth to the flame, and like the moth not all of them continue on. Some are broken, others are damaged, and a few never make it out... but it's their decision to live. Only they often don't know that until it's too late.

F*ck the rules, I create my own in a world where I have nothing left to lose. Living is a game, and I'm the reigning champion by being stronger and smarter than my prey.

This is your warning. If you radiate vulnerability... Well, you could be my next victim. Don't try to hide. I'm not easily eluded.

Abbot
It started with me and now it will end with me.
Some people call me an uncontrollable killing monster. I f*cking laugh at the mention of the word.
Monsters have no control.
I've got plenty.
I don't kill without reason. I don't kill the innocent.
I hunt the ones that deserve it, the real monsters, the ones without regret or a soul.
   
Prologue
The dream is always the same. A black van slows ahead of my sister and me as we walk home from school. When we pass, I hear the side door forcefully slide open and the hinges scream out in protest. Two men attack us. They grab us by our arms and their nails claw into our skin, causing it to break. We try to push them away and somehow manage to wriggle free. Then we run. We run like we've never run before, but they are always faster and stronger. When they catch up to us, one grabs my sister, pushes her down to the ground, and laughs. She bites his arm, leaving teeth marks and blood. This does no good though and only pisses him off. Then he slaps her in the face, yells at her, and threatens to kill her . . . but refuses to let go. They are relentless. I want to tell them that she is only ten years old, that she is no good to them, that she isn't even a woman yet, but a hand covers my mouth and an arm places me in a chokehold. My sister lets out blood-curdling cries, and all I know is that I need to save her. I kick my capturer in the knee, and he slams my body, then my head, into the cement until my vision blurs. I know I have a concussion from the brute force, but I continue to attack with everything that I have. No matter how hard I try, they take her. How can a twelve-year-old boy fight against men? He can't. I couldn't. When I think back to that day, I remember what the sky looked like after they pushed me down. It was blue like the color of the sea in Australia. Not often do I remember the sky in London being that color . . . or feeling so helpless. I'm often haunted by the look on my sister's face, and the sound of her screams and pleas as they shoved her into the van. I can still hear the revving of the engine as it hurried down the street like it was yesterday. That was the last time I felt fear. Those men stole more than my best friend and my sister. That day, they stole my soul. This time, I wake up dripping with sweat. Sometimes I am breathing rapidly or yelling, or my heart is racing so fast it pulls me from the nightmare. For the past fifteen years, I've been haunted with the memory of my sister's abduction. I used to blame myself for her having been taken. I no longer accept that burden, and I refuse to sit idly by. The underground darkness of London is at war with itself, and I've caused it. It will not end until the petty fucks that stalk my streets are destroyed. I will stop at nothing. Some people call me an uncontrollable killing monster. I fucking laugh at the mention of the word. Monsters have no control. I've got plenty. I don't kill without reason. I don't kill the innocent. I hunt the ones who deserve it—the real monsters, the ones without remorse or a soul. Sometimes people strive to be different, to step out of the fucking box, only to be misunderstood. The public doesn't understand me, but who really gives a shit? Who are they? Mice. They go to work every single day and spin the same wheel that gets them nowhere. Work. Marriage. Kids. Die. I search for adventure. I love control. When I find trouble, I make it my bitch. Most people call me Abbot. First name isn't needed. I truly believe there is power in a name. My friends respect me, my enemies fear me, and regardless of what I do, at the end of the day I am still a killer. Apparently, that's what defines me. Son, brother, leader of the Gang of London, protector, murderer . . . the only word that matters is the last one. Shakespeare said, "All the world's a stage." If that's true, then where is my standing ovation for a job well done? Twisted fucks like me don't receive positive recognition. We don't deserve to be rewarded for ridding the world of horrible people, because being a murderer outweighs all the good. An eye for an eye, a finger for a finger, or blood for blood. What-the-fuck-ever. I'm not fucked-up from a horrible childhood, unless one counts my sister's abduction. Everyone tries to blame my life choices on my parents' guidance, but my actions are by choice. My mum and dad loved and supported me. They told me I could be anything I wanted when I grew up, until I became what I am today—a cold-hearted killer. No one expected that one.    

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Words make the world go round. I love to write, travel, and sing really loud at the top of my lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make me gush. I am firm believer that a person can never have too many cats or cups of coffee, and that the F word is necessary.

Forget the beach! Give me a gel pen, a stack of blank paper, and beautiful mountains.

You can find Lyra's Weakness series here - https://www.goodreads.com/series/107613-weakness


 

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- Promo Post - The Devil Behind Me by Evangelene

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Title: The Devil Behind Me (The Devil Trilogy #1)
Author: Evangelene
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 28th
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*******This book is the first in the series and includes a cliffhanger ending******

“My name is Addie Sakis, I had a promising future once. I had my whole life planned out, but after that tragic day, everything changed. The world I coveted no longer existed. Ten years went by until one day when Daimon Evans, the boy who bullied me continuously in high school, reemerged back into my life, offering me all that I wanted in exchange for one thing….me.”

Addie Sakis had a sad past, a past that overshadowed her future. She clung to it not knowing how to let it go. That was until Daimon Evans came back into her life challenging her and pushing her back to the fighter he knew still existed inside her. If only she knew that Daimon wasn’t the devil she thought, but rather it was her demons that ruled her, the demons that lay inside her soul.

How far will Addie go to help her family? Which line won’t she cross as she deals with the devil she calls Daimon?

Note from the Author: This is a dysfunctional love and hate trilogy that involves emotional blackmail and a few other situations that the one wouldn’t do to the person they liked or loved. Addie and Daimon do what they do under the guise of a love that hurts so good. Happy Reading.

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“This isn’t good,” said Silvia. She was one of our most loyal patrons. She was a bit eccentric. She wore too much rouge and cheap perfume. Her age was completely unknown, but she was old. Her hair was a light purple as it puffed up high over her head. “No, it’s not,” I said quietly looking out through the storefront window. They were close to opening it up. I stood there, my arms crossed, just shaking my head. I was so engrossed that I failed to notice a customer had walked in. “So, what’s the deal here? Do you actually work or stare out the window?” It couldn’t be. Ten fucking years had gone by. There would be no way that boy would be here. I turned my head slightly and there in my diner’s entryway stood Daimon.

The old saying when it rains it pours, was seriously an understatement when it came to my life and me. It didn’t pour, a fucking typhoon happened the moment he walked in my restaurant and subsequently back into my life. I put my best poker face on, as I held my stance with my arms still crossed. “You can sit wherever you like.” I smiled, not meaning it. He nodded and proceeded to walk into my little restaurant and slid into one of our worn out booths. “Well… isn’t he, the cat’s meow,” Silvia said nearly moaning. “God! How old are you?” I asked her, looking at her like she had a few screws loose. “Old. But my libido is still working,” she grinned, a little bit of red lipstick had stained her front teeth. “Okay, way too much info.” I shook my head at her. She wasn’t wrong about him. The man was stunning, with his dark longish hair in a perfect hair cut with a faint beard and his intense blue, like the sky, eyes. His black perfectly trimmed suit only added to his effect, which by his grin, he knew. I smiled walking over to him. “What can I get you?” I asked. “Coffee and some company would be nice.” He continued to grin. His voice had gotten deeper over the years. I shook it off. Fine, I can admit it. He turned out to be sexy, but it didn’t change the fact the he tormented me all throughout high school, like I was his personal plaything. I brought him the coffee. I was tempted to throw it on him, but I didn’t. “Here’s your coffee.” I placed it on the table. “Silvia?” I yelled over my shoulder still looking at him. “And here’s your company, sir,” I grinned. Silvia nearly launched herself into the booth. “Well hello, dear.” She smiled from ear to ear, her dentures nearly falling out. Daimon’s face fell. I had to step away not to laugh. “Um…how about the boss lady?” he asked, leaning away from Silvia and her dentures. “The boss lady? Ah, forget her, sweet sugar. You have this beautiful dame right here in front of you. How’s about you and me go for some giggle water?” She wagged her eyebrows at him. “Are you for real? Hey!” he yelled over to me. “Is this lady for real? What the fuck is giggle water?” he asked me, seemingly uncomfortable. “Alcohol,” Silvia said, shocked that he didn’t know. Well, the truth was I didn’t know either, but that was Silvia. She was stuck back in a time I couldn’t relate to. “How about I take a rain check?” Daimon said half smiling. “Ah raspberries,” Silvia pouted. “Hey Addie? Addie? Addie?” He called my name each time in a different tone. “I'm sorry, sir. How is it that you know my name?” I grinned. God, if it wasn’t for customer service and the fact I didn’t want him to know I remembered him, I would have thrown his ass out so fast. “You can’t be serious? Addie, it’s me,” he said holding out his hands like ‘hey I’m unforgettable.’ I shook my head. “You are… who exactly?” I asked again, shrugging. “Daimon, Daimon Evans,” he sighed. “Oh, I like the name,” Silvia moaned again. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Daimon, Daimon Evans.” I smiled and nodded. “You have to be fucking with me,” he said not too pleased as he stood up and walked over to me. “I know you remember me,” he said low as he glared at me. “I'm not going to lie, it rings a bell.” I shook my head again. “College?” I offered. “Fine, we’ll play your game, your way.” He threw some money on the table; looked back at me as he fixed his coat and began to walkout. “For now.” He pulled the door open and left. “You’re telling me you don’t remember a fine piece of ass like that?” Silvia pointed at the door. “No, I don’t. I remember a boy who made my life miserable.” I growled low into my chest. Silvia rose up from the booth and stood beside me. “Ah shucks, honey, if he looked like that, he could have made my life a living hell and I would have loved it,” she said as she started blowing kisses at him through the window. I inched closer to the storefront and watched as Daimon walked away. Why did I suddenly feel like my future had this ominous cloud over it?  
About The Author
Evangelene
Evangelene was born and raised in Montreal Canada. She currently lives with her husband who at times drives her nuts. She has been going to Concordia University for over ten years as a Classical Civilization and Linguistic student. The pull to the ancient world was too great for her to let go, so she continues her education so she could feel closer to the world she identifies with. She reads nonstop devouring books like its food, loving the feeling of being lost in a world that another author has created.
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