Wednesday, 17 April 2013

@KaceyHammell tell us about her Sweetest Salvation @evernightpub #newrelease

Will you look at that, it's the middle of the week already! If you're here for the Evernight Book Boyfriend Blog Hop, please scroll down, or click on the graphic in the side bar ----------------->>>>

I love showcasing my Fellow Evernight Authors on the blog and today I have the lovely Kacey Hammell here to tell us all about her new release,


Take it away, Kasey!

*****



Thanks for having me on your blog, Doris!

I’ve been asked many times who my fave authors are. So many already know but a quick recap –
Cherry Adair, Jaci Burton, Sara Brookes, Sandra Brown, Nora Roberts/JD Robb, Suzanne Brockman to name my top 6.

But who are your fave authors? Who would you recommend for me to try?  Share your suggestion/list…



Sweetest Salvation
Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light Bondage
Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Spanking, Multiple Partners
ISBN: 978-1-77130-330-9
Available at Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com (more links below)
*An Evernight Publishing Editor’s Pick*

“Hammell did a masterful job creating a story that was an equal measure of sweet and oh-so-sexy.” 4 Stars, The Book Chick with Kick





After the deaths of her husband and child, tragedies that she blames herself for, Andrea “Andy” Sheaver has shut herself off from the world. The only place she finds any relief from her shattered heart is Club Splendor, where she and her husband often frequented together.  There, Andy submits to pleasure and pain in situations so her grief is forgotten for a little while.
But Hunter Sullivan won’t stand idly by and watch Andy self-destruct. A friend of her husband, and the owner of Club Splendor, Hunter has kept his love for Andy hidden for years. He refuses to think of her at the club, cold and detached as she’s become, looking for an easy fix to take away the pain in her heart.  Hunter wants her to vibrant in life again and sets out to prove he is exactly who she needs.


Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013
“Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you. He said you’d know where to go.” He smiled and winked.
Cheeks on fire, she gave him a small nod and walked ahead. She moved into the bar area and looked around. The place was packed tonight.
There were a few people she recognized, but most were new faces. Hunter’s business was certainly thriving.
Bridget caught sight of her and waved. Andy did the same and turned to the left, down the hall that would take her to room fourteen and Hunter.
Movement caught the corner of her eye, and she looked to her right. At a table in the far corner, Paige and Nolan sat with another couple. She missed a step, but gained her balance again. She hadn’t thought about seeing them again. Paige waved and her husband smiled bright.
The couple’s kindness and understanding arced across the room. Andy smiled and waved back. They’d been there for her the other night. She’d be forever grateful for it.
Reaching the room, she took a deep breath and knocked. Hearing Hunter’s gruff, “Come in,” she turned the knob.
The room, similar to the one she’d used the other night, had a warmer feel to it. The fireplace ablaze, the heat of it welcomed her.
Andy’s gaze swept the room. Furnished with a full living room set, she loved the royal purple and black colors of the furniture and curtains than anything else. This room conveyed privacy and self-indulgence. Her heart rate increased just thinking of all that might have been done in this room.
It was made for sex. Especially with a glass display case that took up the most of wall. Inside were dildos, anal plugs, collars, floggers, cock rings and more toys of pleasure.
Andy’s gaze landed on Hunter where he sat in the center of the couch, arms stretched over the back of it.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
Her gaze narrowed on his and she shut the door behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart me, Hunter. And get that look off your face.”
“What look?”
“That self-righteous look. I might be here, but not for the reasons you think.”
“Then why are you here?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.
“I wanted to tell you in person that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long. You’re Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”
He leaned forward, arms resting on his powerful thighs.
His red t-shirt molded his shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for being in such great shape.
She shivered, nipples tightening. She needed to get away from him.
“There, I’ve said all I have to say. Goodbye,” she muttered, and turned back toward the door.
Hunter was quickly behind her, arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door and preventing her retreat.
His breath was warm against her ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least she wouldn’t be able to feel his breath on her neck.
A shudder ran through her. “Let me out, Hunter. I need to leave.”
“Why? You were so desperate to remain a member and be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against her ear.
“I don’t have to worry about much with strangers. At least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is over.”
Hunter pressed in closer behind her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d always been claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it even harder to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her, his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.
Her thighs rubbed together and her clit chafed against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All she had to do was turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock inside her.
Dear lord, this was Hunter.
Could she step over the invisible line and take what he offered?
He was attractive, always had been to her. Hell, she’d only been married, not dead. She appreciated a gorgeous man when she saw him.
Hunter always treated with her respect and friendship. She didn’t know how much he dated but had heard women at the club mention his prowess in the bedroom. He could probably give her everything she needed. There would be a sense of safety with him at least.
And her body’s reaction to him today, while surprising, knew what it wanted. While she was sure it was a bad idea for them to journey down this path, she was overwhelmed by the sudden realization that not just any cock would do.
She wanted Hunter. Wanted only him inside her.
Her breath hitched and her lungs filled, making it hard to breathe. No, she didn`t have the courage to give into this man.
She needed to get out of this room and away from him. Grabbing the doorknob once more, Andy yanked.
Hunter’s palms never moved from the door, but in her hasty movements, his chest aligned tighter against her back.
Pressed against the door, she turned her head, her right cheek resting on it as her breasts pushed against her bra. The hard surface scraped against her clothing, which abraded her nipples. The urge to purr and rub against the wood was overwhelming.
Hunter’s body pressed against her; the cock cradling her ass told her that he was just as affected as she. His length was hard, solid. His hips dipped and shoved against the crack of her ass.
“Andy,” he whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes, willed herself to push back against him until he let her go.
Her eyes opened when she realized her hips moved against his. Her pussy quivered and her stomach clenched. There was no sense in fighting a losing battle. She wanted him.


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Canadian author, Kacey Hammell is a multi-published erotic romance author who writes mainly in the Contemporary Erotic/Romantic Suspense genres.  She is a true romantic at heart.


Where to find Kacey…


Monday, 15 April 2013

Evernight's #BookBoyfriend Meet Grisha #KindleGiveaway



Book Boyfriends...

They can be strong and sexy, dark and dangerous, rebellious and reckless or cute and quirky. We love to fall in love with these irresistible heroes and Evernight Publishing has them all!

The authors of Evernight invite you to a Speed Date challenge. Their cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, shifters, even steam-powered heroes are waiting to meet you on each author website. 50 heroes in 7 days! Are you up for the challenge?

Pull up a chair and get to know every single one. I’d love to introduce you to my hero...

Grisha Sergewski was one of those heroes that came out of nowhere and just wouldn't be silenced. This Russian is a Siberian Tiger Shifter, and after Ink the most respected and experienced Dom at Club Ink, the exclusive BDSM club nestled away in a nondescript side street in the middle of London, UK. 
He first made his presence known in Riding Her Tiger,
book one in my Club Ink series. Heroine Estelle went to the bar to order a drink and this is what happened...

"So, what will it be, doll?"
"A black Russian, please, and my name is Estelle." Cherie smirked, looking behind her and made herself busy fixing the drink.
"Someone called for me?"
The deep accented voice rumbled through Estelle, and two heavily muscled arms came round her and caged her in against the bar. Eyes the color of coal connected with hers in the mirrors behind the bar, the man's white hair a direct contrast to the ebony hues of his skin. He, too, seemed a walking furnace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and inhaled deeply.
"Hmm, so sweet and fresh and unclaimed." Cherie rolled her eyes at Estelle and passed her the drink she ordered.
"She asked for a drink, not you. The lady is spoken for, so back off, Grisha." She smiled at Estelle and glared at Grisha.
He chuckled again, dropped a kiss against the rapidly beating pulse in Estelle's neck and pulled back just enough to enable Estelle to swing round on her chair.


And just like that this play boy Dom refused to leave. He's part of menage in the first two books, and it's in book two, Tiger Scars,

that we first get to see his deeper side. There is much more to Grisha than the charming, happy go lucky Dom he likes to show to the world.

It was Grisha's voice she heard now, his accent heavier than normal, as he berated the cleaning crew. A thin shaft of light darted through the slightly open door. That explained why she could hear the ruckus. Ink's dungeon was sound-proof. She giggled when Grisha gave up on trying to talk in English and lapsed into a furious string of Russian swear words instead. Something had seriously rattled him this morning. It took a lot to get Grisha to lose his temper. The cleaners scuttled away, and Grisha shouldered the door open.
"Did the incompetent durakov wake you up? I'll go send their asses up to their throats if they did." He paced the length of the dungeon, his eyes glowing in the dim light. Cherie jumped when he stopped in front of her and growled. This was not a side of Grisha she knew, and she grabbed for the sheet to cover herself up with.
"Well, actually, I think it was your hollering at them that woke me.  Someone run over your favorite chew toy?"  Her attempt to lighten the mood fell flat. Grisha just growled some more, muttered something else in Russian, and switched the light on.
Cherie gasped when he turned around. Sheet forgotten she scrambled to her knees on the bed and grasped hold of his arm better to see the injuries to his face. One eye was swollen shut, his lip split, and a nasty bruise was starting to form on his arm. He stilled her frantic exploration with one large hand and shook his head at her.
"Leave it be. I'll heal quickly, as you well know."              
"But I don't understand. Who did this to you and why?" There weren't many men who could best the Siberian tiger. "Where's Ink? Did he do this?"
Grisha didn't look at her when he replied.
"The man is an overgrown, besotted pussy cat, who can't see his ass past his fucking balls. He left, sweetheart." He smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath, and fixed his one good eye on her. "He's left me in charge. Fine job I'm doing of that. The fucking cleaners don't even listen to me."
"What do you mean he's left you in charge? He can't have. Not that you couldn't run the club, but this is Ink's baby. I don't understand why he would do that, unless – unless…"  She bit her lip and shook her head and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Unless what, sweetheart?" Grisha hooked a finger under her chin, and the concern in his eyes was her undoing. She sniffed her distress, and Grisha pulled her on his lap, whilst she cried into his shoulder. There she had been thinking this was a new beginning for Ink and her, and all this time she had been fooling herself. If he truly cared about her, he would have stayed, wouldn't he? By the time she finally got herself under control Grisha's shirt was soaked through.
"I'm sorry I made you all wet."
"Ach, never mind that. He'd have my pelt if he could see the mess I'm making of things. I'm supposed to take care of you, not get you all upset."
"Take care of me, how, exactly?"
Grisha looked decidedly uncomfortable and Cherie's tiger growled her annoyance.
"Let me guess. You have free leave to screw me whenever I feel the need to scratch an itch, is that it?"
"Now, I wouldn't put it quite like that, sweetheart, but yes, you and me, we could play if you wanted to." He skimmed a bloody knuckle across her exposed breasts and smiled as her traitorous nipples responded instantly. She crossed her arms over her chest, and his smile deepened. "But I'm not the one you want, is it?"
Cherie shook her head, and Grisha sighed.
"Didn't think so. I never am, after all." He looked wistful for a second before he flashed his usual grin at her, and despite her heart splintering into a thousand bite-sized pieces, Cherie's lips twitched in response.
"Well, if you change your mind, sweetheart, you know where I am."

Now, clearly after that little speech Grisha needed to get his own lady. In Masks Of A Tiger,
he takes on Neeve, who gives him a right merry go round. I will leave you with this little snippet of Grisha making a promise to Neeve.

"I don't know you. How can I trust you?"
"Because sometimes it's easier to tell someone you don't know." He cupped her chin and dug his fingers into her skin hard enough to hurt. "And because I get the whole need to mark skin thing, but you need to do it in a safe manner. I leave marks that fade, never scar. Marks that tease, and arouse, and get you so damn turned on, you'll have the hottest sex you ever had. Marks that will proclaim I own you, at least whilst in a scene. Think on that, sweetheart, next time you stare into the flame."
He let go of her so suddenly she felt bereft. As smoothly as he'd placed her on his lap, he moved her off it, until she was sitting on the couch looking up at him. He pulled a card out of his trouser pocket and placed into her hand. He leant down to do so, and Neeve's stomach flipped over as he drew so close their breaths mingled. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of his kiss—a kiss she suddenly craved with every fiber of her being—a kiss that never came.
"Look at me, sweetheart."  His lips hovered over hers, when she opened her eyes, and he smiled. Arms either side of her body, he obliterated her view of anything but him, but her senses drank in the sight and feel of his powerful body. He'd rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, and opened a few more buttons on his shirt, exposing a smattering of dark hair on his chest, and Neeve's mouth watered. The contrast of the white shirt against his dark skin mesmerized her. She took in the play of muscles as he straightened away from her. With his tie loose around his neck, and his hands now pushed into his trouser pockets, he was the image of disheveled elegance.
"When you're ready to trust me, look me up, Neeve."

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And that right there, is why Grisha is one of my all time favourite Heroes.  As part of the Hop I am giving away one of the Club Ink books (Winner's Choice) and also this scented Tiger candle.





Now, what else is up for grabs in this hop?

            One lucky hopper will win a KINDLE PAPERWHITE eREADER sponsored by Evernight Publishing.
            Every book blogger/reviewer site is giving away one free eBook from Evernight (winner’s choice of any eBook from Evernight Publishing’s website).
            Plus, each author offers their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.

How to enter? Answer this question.

If Grisha was your Dom, what scene would you want to play?

Be sure you leave the answer and your email address in the comments below to be eligible to win a prize.


Keep hopping to the next author or blogger. After you’ve met each hero click here to vote for your favorite book boyfriend. You’ll earn an extra grand prize entry!

You’re one step closer to meeting your next Book Boyfriend...


Sunday, 14 April 2013

#SexySnippets from The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin



Happy Sunday, folks. Its time for some more of those sexy snippets. Seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

The last two Sundays I took you back in time. Today, I'm taking you forward. The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin releases May 3rd. I have just completed final edits and am told this will be an Editors Pick.

* big grin*

I haven't got my cover yet, but I can share the blurb:


Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.


Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.


Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

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Here are your seven. This is Alice's first impression of Lakota.

"I'm not sure any wishes made here will work, little Alice in Wonderland."
The deep, slightly accented voice wrapped itself around her like a heavy cloak, even as the age old joke on her name had her grind her teeth. She spun ‘round to give the owner of that sinfully sexy voice a verbal dressing down, but her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth when the man stepped out of the shadows.
Dark eyes the color of charcoal assessed her from under straight slashed eyebrows drawn together in a frown. Shiny jet black hair, pulled back into a ponytail with a sliver of leather, framed a proud, tanned face with a crooked nose that looked as though it had been broken more than once. A five o’ clock shadow already framed that prominent jaw, marred by a lethal looking scar on one side that drew her gaze to a full, sensuous mouth, set in a grim smile.  He'd rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, exposing strong forearms and the edges of an intricate tribal tattoo on his left biceps. 

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Till next week, folks.

D xx


Saturday, 13 April 2013

Hot bod men and and how to get @RavenMcAllan's attention #m/m #newrelease Rian's Return

It's always a great day when Raven visits, even if I have to twist her arm a little to get her here. Today she is here to tell us about her hot bod men, which released yesterday.
Take it away, Raven, and be your naughty self...

*grins*

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So I sat looking at a blank document. The lovely Doris has bribed me with cuddles and kisses from my grandson to write this, so of course I rushed over. Who could miss out on those? They come from the heart…
ARGH, what am I going to write?
Then I thought, the clue is up there ^^^. When I thought of my lovely Budda-cuddles. Think of them. Write from the heart.
So here you are, my thoughts from heart.
That little (big? I never did biology at school, human or otherwise) organ under you skin that goes pitter patter (okay let me be all schmaltzy here) is all important. Not just to keep you alive, I'm not going down that route. No for drum roll romance.
 Whether a romance, love story, call it what you will, is about one, two three or lots of people, aliens, werewolves or robots, as long as it's about the warmth, love and feelings of the heart well does it matter who what where how and why? Love is love.
I never thought I'd write romance of any type, let alone hot and well a wee bit spicy. I wasn't a spice type of girl. Heck I didn't have a curry until I was in my twenties. Owing to my age ( SHHHHH…) there wasn't anywhere near where I lived to get one. I've made up for it mind you. I like my spice—and not just in food.
So we have four hot men…



Four men or two couples. Sam, Rian, Ed, and Ali. Could they work it all out?
Sam knew it was time to move on. Ed seemed the very person to help him. Would they manage to overcome the obstacle in their way? Namely Rian.

Rian is devastated. Just because he'd sent a Dear John email - or should that be a Dear Sam - did Sam have to accept it?

Ali couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the one guy he'd lusted after all those years earlier, walking along the street in the rain. Could he persuade Rian it was time to move on and get his reward for doing the right thing?

What do you think?

Here's a tease… I apologize if you've seen this one before but well, I drool every time I think of it…
Sam watched as Ed stood frowning, looking at the washing machine.
"Can you run this empty?" Ed asked him.

"I guess so, that's how you clean it. Why?"

Ed didn't answer directly. "Just come over here a sec, will you. Nice, okay, my turn now? Yeah?" Sam nodded. "Great. So lean your front against the machine then - oh, yeah. Get that lovely cock right up against it."

Sam did as he was told, feeling the cold metal against his body, as the sensation of his robe falling to the floor left him exposed. Cool air feathered over his body. There was a shuddering motion as the machine began its cycle, sending pulsating sensations into his penis. His cock swelled, and hardened.

"Don't move," Ed warned. "It's going to get even better now. Trust me."

The machine rubbed and stimulated Sam as his lover opened and stretched his ass. The gel's cool sensation had him shuddering, and he pushed himself away from the tremors and into Ed's hands. He was firmly pushed back toward the metal, as pressure was applied to his behind. He could feel himself being stretched, felt Ed gently push his penis into his tight opening. Gradually, like a flower in bud, he felt himself opening ever wider as Ed moved deeper. With one fast push, Ed was in.

"Jes-us." He felt himself tighten, involuntarily trying to push Ed out, before he relaxed, rode with the pain and it became pleasure. He moved, pulled Ed in further, begged, sought, and asked for more.

Buy links




and amazon

nosy links
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan             (author page)

So there you have it. I hope you agree, but argue amongst yourselves, I'm off to collect my bribe! Come to grandma Budda.

Friday, 12 April 2013

Flash Fiction Friday - Under His Command #FFF

Another week has whizzed past and it's time for your Friday Flash - Enjoy!



His angry gaze connected with hers in the rear view mirror and her throat went dry. Adrenaline rushed her system at the quiet command in his eyes, as he dropped them to her knees.
"No," she mouthed and he frowned at her. His knuckles turned white and he raised just one finger in warning.
Ellen barely bit back her moan at the implied threat … promise … her befuddled brain couldn't quite decide which one it was. Another finger went up and she hastily opened her legs, exposing her bare pussy, as instructed.
Dean smiled, and turned on the airvents.

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Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)

Friday Flashers

Till next week, folks.

D x



Thursday, 11 April 2013

Would you like to be Marooned with a Millionaire? @sandrabunino #newrelease

I have the awesome Sandra Bunino back in my spotlight today with her new release, Marooned With The Millionaire. Enjoy, folks! This is on my TBR list for sure.

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Hi Doris!  *mwah mwah* Thanks for having me on your site to share my new release, Marooned with the Millionaire! It’s not secret that I like my heroes with an extra helping of Alpha-yummy and Mr. Jason Royce is no exception. He is the favorite in my stable of heroes (sorry Asher, you are a close second, I promise).

What makes Jason my fave? He’s strong, confident, successful, and yeah, just a little bit cocky. Want to know what really really makes him sexy? He falls madly in love with Stephanie and he’s not afraid to show it. Let’s take a peek inside the disabled elevator where they first meet...

“Sweetheart, we’re not going to die. We’re stopped between the second and third floor. The front desk knows we’re in here, just calm down and for God’s sake, please don’t scream again.
His voice poured out slow and deep, like honey. How could he be so calm and smug at a time like this? “Let’s just get one thing clear here, you stay where you are. I swear, if you take one step toward me, I’ll kick your ass. I know self defense.” Stephanie tried to muster as much authority as possible and cursed her shaky voice.
“I’m sure you can kick my ass. Those heels you have on are lethal. Not to worry, I don’t need to hold a woman captive. They come to me quite freely, if you know what I mean.”

MAROONED WITH THE MILLIONAIRE
from Evernight Publishing

Release: April 9, 2013



Blurb:

A fierce Miami storm bring sexy strangers together at The Hotel Del Santos for a night of desire.

Stephanie, still reeling from a failed marriage, needs a break from the past. Shying away from the convention center crowds while on a business trip, she finds solace tucked away in a secluded hotel on South Beach.

Jason, a wealthy Seattle builder, has the worst luck with love. He swears he will never allow another woman to get under his skin, until the clicking of a pair of sexy stilettos across the hotel lobby floor attracts his attention.

Cut off from the outside world, the lives of these two strangers collide and burn with desire when a storm strands them together. Neither wants anything more than a glorious one-night stand.

Their chemistry is undeniable and propels them to a second meeting in Sin City. However, Stephanie soon learns she has more reason to be wary of her mysterious lover than a broken heart.


Want more Jason? Here’s his reaction from the hotel suite the same evening...
Seated on the couch, Jason’s head whipped toward the bedroom door when he thought he’d heard the doorknob turn. Did he hear small footsteps walking away from the door? Just as well, he thought. He knew he couldn’t show the restraint he forced on himself since they entered the suite. His mind played tug of war with him. Every ounce of his being wanted to barge through those doors, take her into his arms and for starters, sip from her delicious lips again. He couldn’t shake the memory of the kiss they shared on the dance floor. Mind-blowing electricity flowed from his mouth straight to his cock. Yet, he couldn’t do it. Stephanie simply was not the “one-nighter” kind of girl. No, she was definitely the long-term relationship type.
Those were the kind of women Jason usually walked, correction, ran away from. Women like that expected a relationship, something he was incapable of at this time of his life. Plus, what was he thinking? She’s married, for Christ’s sake.
Jason knew he should get up, leave the suite and not look back, but somehow he couldn’t. Stephanie intrigued him like no other—her eyes, her scent, her soft, delicious lips. Shit! He was wound tight. Leaning forward, he laced his fingers in his hair, his elbows resting on his knees when he heard the click of the turning knob. He turned his head in her direction, his eyes traveled from those beautiful stilettos, up to eyes revealing a fire that almost scared him.




Find Marooned here!



 Sandra Bunino is a numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

Her books include Marooned with the Millionaire and The Satin Rose Experience series including Mia’s Submission, Brooke’s Wish and The Submission of a Mafia Princess.
These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She always looks forward to hearing from her readers and she may be contacted at sbunino@gmail.com. As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter (@sandrabunino).


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Remember, following is sexy!


Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Cover Reveal with @Megan_D_Martin - Soldier In Chains


It’s Cover Reveal Time!
Megan D. Martin is here revealing the cover for her upcoming erotica release Soldier in Chains. So, whatcha think?


Blurb:


Dorian North, a soldier in the United States Army, is only hours away from being finished with her final tour in Afghanistan. It's only when she’s ambushed by al Qaeda that Dorian is knocked unconscious and awakens to find herself bound and gagged in a stranger's bed. She desperately tries to escape, but quickly finds herself enamored with her captor's alarming handsomeness.

Rob Hutcherson is a former Sergeant of the United States Marine Corps, who stumbled upon an al Qaeda ambush. He rescues the surviving soldier: the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on. Taking her back to his home he finds his attraction to the fierce young woman to be overwhelming. When she wakes for the first time her goal is clear: escape. In fear for her safety he chains the little hell cat to his bed. He can't bear the thought of losing her, so he plans to show the little spit fire all the reasons she should stay… 



Release day has been moved up! Look for Soldier in Chains at your favorite book seller after Friday, April 12th!

Available as an ebook.

About the author:





Megan D. Martin is a multi-published author, editor, student, and mother.
She enjoys decorating her home with strange things that do not match, playing her old school Nintendo Entertainment System, and buying fish for her many fish tanks.

To learn more about Megan check her out on these social networking sites.