Cold Fire by Nicole Gestalt

Running for your life can lead to some interesting situations...just ask Alice. This Alice has nothing on the Alice of Wonderland that's for sure. Running for her life, Alice attracts the attention of someone very special, so special in fact he saves her from the hoards of dogs and men wanting to punish her for disobeying their lord. Only in the end they end up saving each other from the different circumstances of their lives.

This is a Terrific story that will take you away for a quick trip across the universe in just a matter of hours. Kevalan found his mate when he wasn't looking, let him show you how to look for the unexpected.

Stephanie

Cold Fire

by Nicole Gestalt

Publisher: Phaze

ISBN #978-1-59426-828-1

Genre: Fantasy

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In his ice palace Kevalan spends his time visiting different planes bringing cold and ice at certain times of the year. On a brief visit to one he rescues a young woman. He carries her to his palace for her safety all the while worried about his feelings for her. He only has one night on this world is it enough to form a strong enough bond, and why does she look upon him so fearfully?

Excerpt:

The trail ahead was dark. Now that she was in the forest, she could no longer see the ground in front of her. Stumbling, she fell, her foot catching on a tree root. Crying out in pain, Alice forced herself to get back up and continue to run. In the distance dogs barked, and she could hear the sounds of her pursuers breaking through the undergrowth.

Straining to breathe, Alice ran on, stumbling at almost every step. Moving through the forest was hard going, every movement causing sharp pains to shoot through her bare feet. Sweat dripped into her eyes, making them sting and her vision blur. Wiping it away didn’t help, yet she kept on running.

Alice had no idea how much time had passed as she ran, nor in which direction she was headed. It was a moment before she noticed that the forest in front of her was beginning to thin and grow lighter. Running towards the area, she felt the earth underfoot quickly become wet and soft, then grow hard and bitterly cold. She began to lose all feeling in her feet as they pounded against soil that steadily became frozen the further she ran. The dogs sounded closer and she heard the men shouting. Turning, she caught a glimpse of their torches before her foot caught on an unseen obstacle, twisting underneath her. She hit the forest floor hard. Pain shot through her foot and up her leg, as she clawed at the remains of the fallen leaves, writhing in the cold. She rolled over to face the men as their shadowy forms moved through the trees towards her.

The dogs burst out of the surrounding trees, closely followed by the men. The burning torches lit their faces, twisted with hate and bitterness. Using her good leg, she pushed herself backward and continued to crawl slowly onward. Her heart raced, and she knew it was all going to be over soon. One of the men moved closer, barely holding his dog back, allowing it to bark and growl at her face. The beast’s saliva dripped onto her shoulder and she flinched away as it snarled at her. Alice closed her eyes as the rest of the men approached, not wanting them to see the fear that glimmered there in her unshed tears.

The dogs’ barks echoed, making them seem to be everywhere at once, and Alice waited for what was to come. She wasn’t sure how long she sat, nor could she say when everything went still, only that she slowly became aware that she was encircled by a deathly silence. Sitting still, the only noise Alice could hear was her heart beating. A shiver ran through her, and when she dared to breathe in, the air was icy cold. She felt chilled to the bone, and as Alice listened nervously, trying to hear anything, she thought she caught the sound of a gentle tinkle that reminded her of watching the frost forming on her windows in the dead of winter. The ground around her froze and grew icy under her fingertips. Alice couldn’t say what it was, but something didn’t feel quite natural about the whole situation. Scared, she blindly tried to back away from the peculiar noise, but as she began to move her hands slipped and she fell, causing her head to connect with the frozen ground. The last thing she heard as she slipped into unconsciousness was the tinkling growing deafeningly loud.

* * * *

Kevalan heard the commotion before he could see it. He waited, hidden by the foliage, as a panicked woman fell through the trees closely followed by a pack of baying hounds and many men. He knew of the village that they had come from, but it was the first time he had seen any of the people in many years. Anger filled him as he watched them chase the woman. When she fell, the men and their dogs quickly surrounded her. Only then did he step forward from the shadows. He gained a small amount of satisfaction at the fear and panic that flashed briefly across the men’s faces. As one, they all turned and ran, their hounds following closely behind, though it seemed more out of obedience than fear. Once they had gone Kevalan turned his attention to the young woman, now unconscious on the ground. He picked her up, noticing her blood-coated feet and the scratches covering her body. She weighed almost nothing in his arms and carried her easily as he carefully walked back to his home.

Over the years, many visitors had taken up brief periods of residence at his palace, but never anyone he had had to rescue. As Kevalan took her to one of the guest bedrooms, he wondered why she was running. Her clothes seemed nothing but rags, and readily fell apart at his touch. Laying the young woman down, he moved to clean her wounds and then gently bound them with soft cloth. Her skin was slightly tanned, and she had the look of someone who had worked outside her whole life, although she was painfully thin.

Kevalan looked upon her. He had pulled the covers up over her so she wouldn’t get cold. Hopefully she would wake after receiving the rest she apparently needed. However, as he gazed at her, he felt a stirring deep inside.

Kevalan was an immortal being. His task, since time immemorial, was to travel to different planes, bringing the ice and snow that the worlds needed. The plane he was currently on, he visited only once a year, at their winter solstice. He kept to himself, and although occasionally village elders would attend a meeting with him to discuss a problem they were having. In more recent years, with magic fading, this had become an increasingly rare occurrence. Most of the people he met were in fear of him, or thought he would do them harm in some way. Now, as he watched the woman sleep, he felt a longing to be touched, a need for companionship and a fear that he would once more be left alone.

Filled with the urge to lay down with her and keep her safe, but frightened at the thought of scaring her and being left alone once more, Kevalan left the room. He walked around the palace for a time, unable to get the image of the woman out of his mind. He found everything about her tantalising; when he had picked her up she had smelt of the trees, her warm body had caused tingles to run through his own, her breasts had pushed up against him, causing his body to react to her closeness. Without realising it, Kevalan found that he had stopped just inside one of the central rooms in the palace. The walls were lined with mirrors through which any and every room could be seen, heard, and even scents smelt at will. Kevalan wasn’t sure of the purpose of this room exactly, just that it had always been this way. He rarely entered this room since he was on his own and it only served to remind him of that loneliness. However, now, as he looked over the mirrors, he located the one that portrayed her room and his heart leapt at seeing her.

At the furthest point from the mirror he could see her sleeping form. She had obviously been moving in her sleep; the covers had slipped a little from her body and he could just make out the gentle curve of her soft breasts. He could just smell the trees and her own warm scent as if he was still holding her. He wanted to kiss her ruby red lips, to take away the pain from her injuries and to hold her in his arms before lying her down and making love to her.

Visions of her naked body swam in front of him. Their bodies entwined as he pushed his cock deep inside her. Unconsciously, his hand had slipped into his breeches and he had taken hold of himself, as the images consumed his mind he began to move his hand up and down, pumping it faster.

She screamed out his name as they made love, raked his back with her nails and thrust her breasts up for him to suckle. Keeping her in his tight embrace, he pushed himself deeper into her; with each thrust, their passions overriding anything else, forcing them to act solely on their desires and physical needs. He kissed her passionately as he exploded inside of her, his body tensing before they collapsed and held one another lovingly on the bed.

Kevalan let out a cry of pleasure as he came, then a swift wave of guilt at losing control and playing with himself to her image flooded through him. Still, he stood for a short while, looking at the mirror. His eyes prickled with tears as he thought of her leaving. He knew it was strange to see her as part of the palace ,since she had been unconscious and hadn’t even seen him, but he hoped perhaps she would stay. There was just something about her that made him feel complete and he knew that he would feel more acutely alone if she left.

He wanted to be there when she woke up, to try to explain how it was that she came to be in a palace of ice. Once he had sorted himself out, he swiftly made his way to her room.

An Arrangement Among Gentlemen by Jennifer Mueller

Looking for a hot little adventure? Perhaps with a historical twist? How about something with a flair of the dramatic of an arranged marriage? Upon the death of her father, our heroine learns he has arranged a marriage with the son of an old friend. Said son has recently returned from the horrors that is WWII and selling his fair share of wild oats along the way. His father agrees to the arragement thinking his son needs a stable influence in his life. Needless to say when Olivia arrives neither are getting what they expected!

If you're looking for a quick read with a different look at the past this is the story for you! The details and characters are written wonderfully and take you along for a fun ride.

Stephanie

An Arrangement Among Gentlemen
by Jennifer Mueller

publisher: Phaze

ISBN #978-1-60659-004-1

Genre: Historical, Erotic

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Left with just enough to make the trip after her father dies Olivia travels across a dangerous ocean during WW1 to marry a man she never met. Even worse, Cort was never told until the morning they went to go pick her up at the train station that an arrangement has been made. Now the entire family seems to be trying to keep her from even talking to the man they want her to marry while a younger brother just wants her for himself. All that changes when a blizzard traps them together with no family to interfere. With a childhood accident leaving Olivia to walk with a cane she finds Cort has no problems with her scars but his own black past. Then it's time for them to make an arrangement of their own.

Excerpt:

Late in the winter of 1916, a train rolled to a stop in the snowbound rail station in the middle of Alberta, Canada. The station was small, but of picturesque brick with a slate roof. Two men in heavy wool shirts and pants and thick fur coats stood waiting for the train. They looked nervous. No, on second thought, one looked nervous. The other looked furious.

"Please, Miss Olivia, let me help you down the steps?" The porter asked after several people had disembarked. The two men perked up at the name and watched as she took the porter's arm. The younger man watched not her face, but the foot that emerged from under the skirt that was lifted for descent. Once down the stairs, the porter handed her a stout silver-capped walking stick. Both men could only stare. Olivia had thick black hair and dark eyes that made her pale skin stand out. Under a full-length seal coat, she was dressed in the latest fashion.

The men walked over to the train. "Olivia Thatcher?"

She raised her eyes. They weren't black as they first thought, but a deep blue-gray that reminded them of a horrendous storm over the mountains. It didn't bode well for the present situation.

"Yes."

The older of the two men walked forward and offered his hand. "I'm George Garrett and this is my son, Cort. I'm glad you could make it in this weather."

"Funerals make no plans concerning the weather."

"I'm sure you won't find my son so much trouble we need to worry about funerals."

Her eyes flickered annoyance, and the storm in them grew. "I'm rather surprised, seeing as you arranged this fiasco that you wouldn't consider my being here as proof that my father died last month. I won't have his death thought of so lightly. Martin, could you show Mr. Garrett where my things are?"

George could only stare in disbelief at the way she had spoken to him.

"Of course, Miss Olivia. Come with me, Mr. Garrett. I'll have you out of here right away," the porter answered.

She was alone with Cort as they rounded the building. Olivia began to walk away to get some exercise after being on the train for so long. She had made it only a few feet before she began to fall. A strong arm caught her easily. She looked over and saw Cort clearly for the first time through her anger. He had longer, sun-streaked light brown hair, and a hint of stubble on a rugged and quite handsome face. He was tan and staring at her with bright green eyes. Olivia suddenly felt very uncomfortable with the position she found herself in and tried to pull away from him.

"Careful. This snow is slick if you're not used to it," Cort warned.

"It's not the snow. I suppose my father forgot to write that this stick isn't just for show. Not being able to walk much the last few days has made it worse than normal."

Cort ignored her attempts at leaving his side and slipped her arm in his to keep her from falling again. "We'd best walk a bit then. The ranch is another three hours by car in this weather." There was a strained silence as they made their way down the station platform.

Olivia opened her mouth several times to say something, but she finally had to force it out. "I'm going to get this out of the way now. If I don't meet your expectations, tell me now, and I'll head home, consider this a tour of your beautiful country, and inconvenience you no further. I have no intentions making either of us miserable with this blasted arrangement."

Cort started to smile, and Olivia's heart caught in her throat as she waited for an answer. That smile was disconcerting. He was either smiling because he approved or because he was glad she gave him an out. He stopped walking and turned to her. His hand gently traced her cheek, the calluses of his hands rough against her skin. Then he kissed her cheek gently in welcome.

"If you're worried about my expectations, never fear. You've already greatly exceeded them."

"And, if I remember the letter I read, all that means is I have a pulse and some semblance of looks," she snapped, annoyed. She was not one to be won over so easily, despite his looks. Or maybe it was that her heart betrayed her and pounded furiously in her chest. She only hoped he couldn't tell her voice had become huskier since his kiss, peck on the cheek that it was.

There was only that smile again. "My father did me a great injustice then, as he never met any of my women. Their semblance was anything but vague, and their pulses quite rapid." His hand found her wrist and searched out her own pulse. "Like yours is just now." He started walking again, half-grinning at her annoyance. Then the grin faded. "I'm sorry I shouldn't joke when you're still grieving your father."

"Thank you," she murmured.

"Your father's letter was rather wrong as well. Fine looking doesn't begin to describe you properly. Magnificent is what comes to mind."

"I'm a cripple." Olivia announced, as a matter-of-fact.

"Crippled is my mother who spends her time in a chair all day because it hurts too much to move. Do you mind my asking how you came to need the stick?"

She kept her face straight ahead. Her jaw tightened; she was not sure she could say it out loud, even after all those years. Then, to her amazement, her voice broke the silence. "I fell off a horse when I was eleven. That's not quite descriptive enough. It rolled on top of me with my leg pinned between it and a tree. My leg was shattered badly. They thought, after it happened, that they would have to remove it completely. I was back on a horse as soon as I was able. It was the only way I could get around. They told me I would never walk again. It took me two years to work up to just walking across the room. I'll probably always have this limp, slight though it looks after nine years. The main problem is my knee gives out quite easily. It's easier to walk with the stick than to fall on my face twenty times a day." The silence returned as the wind blew fiercely. Her clothes were not suited to the weather. Olivia pulled the coat around her tighter.

"I just can't figure out why a woman would have to have a marriage arranged. I can understand it even less now that I've seen you. You're not plain by any means, your eyes match, and your fingers aren't webbed."

"For that matter, why do you? If your experience is as well rounded as you claim, you should need it less than I." Olivia saw that one hit home, and Cort flinched.

"I was told only this morning that I was engaged. I thought my father had more respect for me. I guess I know how he feels about me after this."

"Then we're both thrilled with this arrangement, aren't we?" she snapped. His jaded father had written a reply without ever telling Cort of the decision, just as her jaded father had written the letter claiming she was in need of a knight in shining armor.

As they slowly made their way to the car, letting her get the full enjoyment of being off the train, they said little. Perhaps they both knew at that moment that, if they said much more, they would begin fighting over something that was neither of their faults.

"Took your own sweet time now, didn't you? We've got to get back," George snapped as they reached the car.

"Just shut up and leave us be, now that the damage is done," Olivia hissed as she climbed in. Cort was grinning, trying not to let anyone see. Somehow, from that small gesture, she knew she wasn't the woman anyone thought she would be: she was headstrong, opinionated, determined, even tough. It was best George learn early that she was able to take care of herself; if the look on his face at her tongue was any indication, he wasn't happy about the real Olivia Thatcher.

They headed out of the station and town without another word. Despite the bumps in the country roads before they were barely a few miles out of town, Olivia's head fell to Cort's shoulder. She was sound asleep. It was the end of a long journey, and coming from England was no small feat in these times of war. Even though the United Stared had threatened Germany against sinking neutral ships after the Lusitania, it was still not uncommon for them to be blown out of the water.

No Strings Attached by Devyn Quinn

The print book anthology titled Trio was purchased as research for the Aphrodisia/Kensington line. Little did I know that two days later I would be scheduling Devyn Quinn to be my first guest blogger on my blog. Oh, and did I mention that she has a story in this particular book? Small world, huh?

Anyway, there's this warning on the back under the blurbs that says Warning! hsi is a REALLY HOT book. (Sexually Explicit) The publisher wasn't lying. As we traveled this weekend, I read Devyn's story, No Strings Attached. LOVED IT!!!

Okay, when I opened to the first page of the story, I almost groaned. The location was Reno, Nevada. What is it about the books I've been reading lately that take place in big gambling towns? lol

Seriously. I wasn't sure if I'd like Lara or not. The beginning finds her not in a good position and I was really wodering if she was going to allow that ass (pardon my language) take advantage of the situation her ex put her in (grumble about that piece of dirt). She got Kudo points for lashing out at DiMarco.

But that's not the good part. That comes later when she meets and agrees to spending a week with Nick and Jared. (Hmmm, I have two main characters by those names that I absolutely loved too.) See how they distract me? :-P

Those to men were delicious. And the things they did to Lara...*sigh* Could I trade places with her?

Needless to say, Ms. Quinn had me well entertained with this very stimulating, sexy story. Her words were expertly written, drawing the reader into the story as if we were actually watching the scene unfold live. Oh, and let's not forget the little twist at the end. But I won't spoil it for those who haven't read it yet *evil laugh*

I'm still reading the other two stories...so far so good. But I'm also in the middle of Ms. Quinn's other menage book from Ellora's Cave...Three To Dance. Loving it.

You know the saying - You had me at hello. Well, Ms. Quinn had me at "God, you're perfect in every way:. :-D

Anthology Title: Trio
No Strings Attached by Devyn Quinn
Publisher: Kensington Aphrodisia
Genre: Contemporary/Menage a trois

This book can be purchased from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, and Kensington Books

Blurb:
Dancer Lara Green stands to make a cool million if she agrees to be the main attraction at Nick Conway's scenic mountain getaway. All expenses paid, her job is simple: Fulfill his desires and that of his best friend in any way they desire. Easy money, hot sex, and two delicious guys? She says yes...

Also featuring Hot Pepper by PF Kozak and Bring It On by Jane Ledger.

High Stakes by Erin McCarthy

This was not my first Erin McCarthy book to read. I believe I have My Immortal somewhere around here. However, I’d never read any over her Vegan Vamps series. As I’ve said in another post, I’m not huge on Vegas stories. I don’t choose books because that’s the location. This one just happens to be located there.

However, I’m glad I read this book. Alexis is a spunky, protective woman. I enjoyed her determination to save her sister from some bad people, even while her sister is determined to save the vampires’ souls from hell. Ethan is a charm. Easy to fall for and sexy as hell. I think I’d tell him to Bite Me many times in a day. ;-)

This story is full of wit and humor. The antics of Alexis along with Ethan’s reactions actually made me laugh out loud. There were times that I actually felt sorry for poor Ethan as Alex literally burst into his life like a storm.

I highly recommend this book. Even the subplots are fun and intriguing. It’s summer time. Pick it up and get drawn into the world of Vegan Vamps!
~Marty



High Stakes
By Erin McCarthy

Publisher: Berkley
ISBN-10: 042521978X
ISBN-13: 978-0425219782

Genre: Paranormal romance/light comedy

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Book 1 of Vegas Vamps series

He’s a bloodsucking freak of nature. But, unlike other politicians, Ethan Carrick is a nice guy – and a hot, casino-owning vampire. It’s election year for vamps, which means he’ll first have to escape his opponent’s hit men and then find a First Lady, like the smart and sweet Brittany Baldizzi. But when her protective sister, Alexis, steps in with a message for Ethan – Bite me – he realizes it’s no-nonsense Alexis who raises his stake. And as much as she denies it, she wouldn’t mind a romp in a coffin with him. But can a mere mortal make a centuries-old womanizer feel something new?
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Taken by Lillian Feisty

I purchased this book as a matter of research. I’ve got a story in mind/working on that I’d like to submit as a Spice Brief at eHarlequin. I very much enjoy reading ménage a trios and that’s the genre of my WIP.

Now, I grew up reading my mother’s Harlequin romance collection. Sweet love stories that never used the words cock, clit, fuck, or any other word that I now use in my erotic romance stories. I am glad to see this new erotic line introduced as it’s brought this delicious threesome story into my collection.

I’m not a big fan of Vegas stories. Yeah, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Can’t that be anywhere though? However, Chloe’s naughty adventure intrigued me. I felt Ms. Feisty created Chloe realistically. She was nervous, excited, and aroused by the prospect of actually having a threesome. Something she had planned with Walker and Jo before hand. Speaking of the hunks…*whew* Yeah, can they come to my home for a night?

The voyeurism in this book was sexy as hell creating an erotic setting throughout the entire book. There was also an undercurrent of some male on male attraction between Jo and Walker. Chloe, having met them at a Chef Convention six months prior, noticed a closeness to their interactions with each other, however she never really pegged the exact nature of their relationship. As a gay erotic romance writer myself, this only sweetened the pot for me. There were no uncomfortable moments as the men lavished their “attentions” on Chloe or uneasiness, as their bodies were sure to touch as they were together. It also didn't have a happily ever after ending, but a happy for now ending. Does this mean we'll see more of this trio? I wouldn't be opposed to it :)

As the title of this line says, this is a Brief. Not long, but enough to get the heart pumping and blood heating. It gave me confidence and hope for my own WIP. So if you get a moment, check it out. You won’t regret it!


Taken
By Lillian Feisty

Publisher: http://www.eharlequin.com/
ISBN: 9781426818639
Genre: Erotic Romance/Ménage a Trois/Spice Brief line

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They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. But for Chloe, life in “Sin City” has been all business without a hint of the adventure and naughtiness alluded to in that slogan. Until now! With Walker and Jo in town, Chloe’s about to end her long dry spell and live her ultimate fantasy--a ménage a trois with the two sexiest men she knows. As the three of them plunge into wild sexual exploration with passion and inventiveness, Chloe soon discovers what new heights of sensuality can be experienced when so many hands, lips and organs work together to drive her beyond the limits of ecstasy.

Heart of the Wolf by Terry Spear

Earlier this year, I took two courses taught by author Terry Spear. She’s a great teacher and uses examples from her own fictional works and others to make her point. To me, that really helped me in her courses. However, reading snippets here and there made me want to read her paranormal book, Heart of the Wolf.

I’ll admit, I was slow to get into the book. It was well written and intrigued me, but whether it was just my mood at the time of starting it, or that I was just a little distracted with my own edits at the time, I didn’t want to give up on it. And I’m glad I didn’t.

Ms. Spear made me hate Volan, one of the villains while falling in love with the hero, Devlyn. *dreamy sigh* He and Bella are a couple made for each other even though they tried and tried to fight their attraction as the pack laws hung over their heads. Ms. Spear held me in suspense as to who the killer was. Every time I thought I knew who it was, she’d throw another wrench into the plot.

On top of it all, Ms. Spear made the lupus garou come to life. It was easy to see that she researched true behavior of wolves and weaved them into her red and gray wolves.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys shifter fiction and to anyone who wants my opinion. :)
~Marty

Heart of the Wolf
By Terry Spear

Publisher: Sourcebooks
ISBN# 978-1-4022-1157-7

Can be purchased at Sourcebooks, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon

While searching for clues of a lupus garou who is killing women in the rainy Portland suburbs, Bella Wilder becomes the hunted. She had run away from the gray pack who had taken her in when she was she young. And she will do so again before the brutish pack leader can have her.

Devlyn Greystoke has a mission—return Bella to the gray pack for safekeeping before she exposes their kind and gets herself killed. But little red wolves are in short supply and high demand and Bella’s determined to be the bait to flush out the killer. Keeping her out of danger is only half the trouble Devlyn encounters as his compulsion to make her his mate grows and she fights being his, fearful the pack leader will kill him.

Volan Smith, the gray alpha leader, claimed Bella when she was young. Now that he has located her, he wants Bella back. And he will stop at nothing to have her.


Fallen Angels Review rated it 5 Angels and a Recommended Read
http://fallenangelreviews.com/2008/February/StephanieB-HeartOfTheWolf.htm

Eternal Pleasure by Nina Bangs

I was lucky enough to be included in an ARC (advanced reading copy) giveaway for this story by this most Fabulous author!

You've heard of were--wolves, cats, horses and countless others. Now you can add Dinosaurs to the list too. But they don't shift by normal means, no, they use the layers of their 65 million year old souls.

God-like beings calling themselves the Lords of Time have come forth to cause chaos and distruction. Only there's a hitch, it's hands off the dominent spieces of Earth, being us lucky little humans. So they brib, lie and promise everything under the moon to gain blood-lusting minions in the the forms of demons, vamps, and anything were to do their dirty work for them.

Hence the need for The Eleven. These dangerous, dark yet uber-sexy men have been charged with keeping the balance of Earth's population at its status quo while taming their dino urges and 'learning' to become human. Something human females are bound to be glad to help out with...once they get over the whole scare factor.

Like one Kelly Maloy, she knows she should stay away from bad boy Ty, but the money her job pays to drive him around is as tempting as the man himself. And if he has a few quarks well they can work around them or she'll learn to live with them as they're the one thing that'll help them both save the world from the evil Nine.

I highly recommend this series. Not only is Kelly and Ty's romance an adventure of its own, but the whole concept is highly entertaining...and the secondary characters--i.e. Lust-inducing men with dino souls--are truly worth a peek at and looking forward to getting to know!

Stephanie

ETERNAL PLEASURE

by Nina Bangs


"Gods of the Night" series, Book 1

July 2008Dorchester

ISBN-10: 0843959533ISBN-13: 978-0843959536


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THE ELEVEN—an alliance of ultimate predators. Primal, lethal, irresistible.

THE PROPHECY—an ancient Mayan prediction that the world will end on 12-21-12.

THE PREY—where can you hide from pure evil?


Kelly Maloy opens her car door to much more than a great looking stranger at the Houston airport. Terror, desire, and a horrible truth climb in with him. She’s only supposed to drive Ty Endeka around the city for a few weeks. Too bad no one tells her that once day fades she’ll become part of a battle fought in the darkened streets with an enemy that isn’t human. And the sensual man who feeds her fantasies hides a soul that gives new meaning to animal magnetism.

Eleven Gods of the Night…

The only creatures more deadly are the ones they’ve been summoned to destroy.

Lascivious by Marty Rayne

I'm proud to announce my best friend and blog partner Marty Rayne's first book in print

'Lascivious' !!!

In one bound book you're treated with two of her best stories to date. For those of you who've enjoyed the e-book form will be glad to know these scintillating stories contain new and sizzling scenes just waiting for your naughty side to devour.

So let Marty Test your Passion with a Journey to the Dark Side!

Stephanie

Lascivious

by Marty Rayne

Publisher: Phaze

ISBN 978-1-59426-686-7

Genre: Contemparary, BDSM

Price: $11

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Journey to the Dark Side: Serial killer Dante is targeting submissive males who frequent a fetish club, The Dark Side. Detective Monica Street is determined to end the killer's reign on the community and needs help. Enter sexy FBI Agent Jared Keller, who has the looks and ability Monica is looking for. And what's the best way to catch this killer? Draw him out by playing in the world of domination and submission. Only alpha-male Jared gets more than he bargains for as he is engulfed by Mistress Monica, whippings, and the trappings of a psychotic serial killer.

Testing Passion: Janet O'Neal enjoys her part-time job with Pandora's Box. She sets her own schedule, it's never boring, and at times, very exhilarating. Yes, being a sex toy tester can be stimulating. But when her boyfriend dumps her, Janet hates the limitations that is forced upon the way she performs her job. Damien Richards seeks out his best tester. With a deadline looming, there is no one he trusts more than Janet and her studious testing skills. Of course, he has another motive when he knocks on Janet's dorr asking for her help. Being the owner of Pandora's Box, he's frightened that he's losing his best employee, the woman who has him intrigued and fascinated by the passion filling her reports. Can Damien talk Janet into spending a weekend with him working, testing passion, along with the toys? Will Janet welcome the stranger into her most secret fantasies?

Excerpt: (some never before scenes--editor's choice--Shhhh!!)

Testing Passion:

“You should write a book.” Janet broke the stillness several moments later.

“Really? About what?” He nibbled on the area connecting her neck and shoulder.

“Fifty ways to bring pleasure using a butt plug.”

Damien chuckled. “That was only two ways. I don’t think I’m that creative.”

Janet turned in his arms. “Remember how I said that I test a toy more than once?”

His left eyebrow rose. “Yeah.”

Her lips curved into a smile, the tilt spoke of mischief. “I’m sure we can find enough ways to fill a book.”

He rolled onto his back, right arm flung over his eyes. “You are really going to be the death of me.”

Journey to the Dark Side:

“I love your outfit,” he murmured against her skin.

Monica smiled. She knew the corset had turned him on the night before. And had hoped to do the same tonight. She’d worn what the catalogue had termed a military jacket made of latex. The low dipping neckline revealed her enhanced breasts, thanks to the black push-up bra she wore beneath. The four white chrome buttons closed the jacket just beneath her breasts then opened to reveal her belly button…which was pierced tonight with a diamond. She liked how the delicate ruffles at the shoulders and contrasting white trim kept the design feminine. The black latex mini skirt that hung low on her hips matched the top perfectly. To finish off the outfit, she wore thigh high stockings held up with a black garter belt and wore three-inch pumps made of black patten leather.

“I like yours better,” she sighed, her hands parting his leather jacket to touch his bare chest. He’d seemed happier with the leather pants than the shorts. The boots he’d worn the night before matched also. He didn’t mind the lace up gauntlets for his wrists, however those sinful lips tugged to his sexy scowl when she pulled out the chrome collar complete with a large D-ring in front and chrome chain leash. It took her a few minutes of seductive convincing, but he allowed her to lock it into place.

“You’ll look better out of it.” Jared pushed a breast free of the top and sucked the puckered nipple into his mouth.

Monica’s long manicured nails raked his chest making him hiss and release her. “I may be adventurous, but I think what I’d like to do calls for more privacy.”

Jared took the cue and grabbed her hand before pulling her down the hall to their room, unmindful that her breast was still out for all to see. Not that there were anyone in the hall. Monica laughed as excitement swept through her. It had been a long time since a man caused her heart to pound so hard and want so badly.

As soon as he pulled her into their room, the nearest wall came back into play but with a twist, as only her chest pressed to it so her backside was free for his fondling. After several hours of being submissive, the alpha-male beast was making itself known. Monica didn’t mind. She actually liked it. In her mind, it was fair play. A tit for tat situation.

Giving Chase by Jamie Hill

Ms. Jamie takes us to Seattle to taste what life is really like there. No tourist traps here! We're talking delving into the birth of grunge and holding on tight in this fast moving affair. So hold on readers, it's going to be a bumpy ride.

Stephanie

Giving Chase
by Jamie Hill


Publisher: Phaze
ISBN (978-1-59426-819-9)

Genre: Contemporary, M/M

Price: $3

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Newly transplanted Seattle resident Martin Benson is on a sight-seeing tour of museums and the Space Needle when he meets handsome, heavily tattooed Chase Reed. They hit it off, and Chase offers to show Marty his Seattle: grunge rock and good times.

The men are total opposites, with only one thing in common -- an intense attraction to each other, which culminates in a weekend of white hot passion. Desperate to hang on to the new relationship, Martin attempts to change wild and crazy Chase into someone more responsible. Will he be able to give Chase the space he needs, and somehow strike a balance?

Excerpt:

Six hundred and five feet in the air, the flying saucer sat atop massive steel beam legs. Martin Benson stared up at the structure with awe. The outline had been a recognizable part of the Seattle skyline for the past forty-five years, but he'd never seen the Space Needle up close. It was an amazing sight.

People said the view from the top was even more incredible, but he didn't intend to find out. The twenty dollar price tag didn't put him off, though that would buy him a week's worth of lunches. The internal elevator took only forty-three seconds from bottom to top, so time wasn't a factor. The problem was his lifelong, irrational fear of heights. He broke into a cold sweat just thinking about ascending the tower. He'd been in town for three months, and had never actually visited the popular tourist attraction.

Every weekend when he spoke with his mother in St. Louis, she asked what he did for fun. There hadn't been much to tell, and he felt a little guilty about it. She'd been so excited when he graduated college and took a job on the west coast. His family wanted to hear about the city, not the view from his desk and computer screen.

It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday, so he decided to take advantage and see some sights. Summer would soon be over, and while it didn't get as cold in Washington as it did Missouri, he heard it could be incredibly wet and nasty at times.

There was a lot to see, more ground than he could cover in a day. The Seattle Art Museum, with its outdoor branch on the banks of Puget Sound, interested him. It would probably require a day all on its own, so he left it on his list of things to do.

Something drew him to Seattle Center, the large festive area around the Space Needle. There was plenty to do there, all within walking distance. There were dozens of souvenir shops in the courtyard, and he browsed through several. A lot of their stuff was on the junky side. Cheap t-shirts, key chains, and shot glasses seemed the normal fare. He knew his mother and sister would like anything he got, but hoped to find something decent.

The last shop he passed had some t-shirts displayed that seemed nicer than the others. He window-shopped for a moment, then went inside. The shirts were a better quality than he'd seen before, and reasonably priced. A pink one with the Space Needle logo looked perfect for his sister. He found a lavender shirt with Seattle embroidered across the front, and smiled. It looked exactly like something his mother would wear.

Scooping up the two shirts, he headed toward the dark-haired man standing behind the cash register. Just as he got there, the phone on the counter rang. The clerk smiled at him apologetically. "Hang on one second?"

"Sure, go ahead." He nodded, watching the man take the call.

"Broad Street Gifts. Yep. Oh, hey." He turned his back to continue the conversation.

A flash of irritation struck Martin, but as he noticed several very large tattoos on the man, irritation turned to intrigue. A tight black tank top didn't hide much; it was hard not to stare. He couldn't quite make out the design, but the ink spread from the man's upper back across both shoulders, and ended at his biceps.

The muscles alone were stare-worthy. The guy definitely had the physique to wear the tank—the really tight tank. Martin looked away, self-conscious, then slowly back again. The clerk was still on the phone, oblivious to him, so what could it hurt to ogle a little? He was in the middle of a long, dry spell.

Dating in a new town was always tough, but even trickier for a gay man. Office romances were out of the question. He'd done some nosing around and discovered a couple of gay bars, but both were sleazy as hell. They were the kind of places where men met in the bathroom for quick hook-ups. He wasn't interested in that at all.

"Thanks for calling." The clerk hung up, then smiled at him again. "I'm really sorry about that. Hope you weren't in a hurry."

"Not at all." He forced himself to speak coherently. The man was even better looking from the front. His thick, shaggy black hair framed his face, hitting just above his collar. When he brushed the bangs from his eyes, Martin noticed a silver bar pierced through the guy's right eyebrow. "Wow. Did that hurt?"

"What?"

"The eyebrow thing."

He touched the bar absently. "Shit, I forget about it. Nah, it didn’t hurt. Not as much as this one." He stuck out his tongue, where a round silver stud shone from the center.

"Jesus!" Martin muttered.

The other man laughed. "I'm not afraid of a little pain."

"Apparently not!" His eyes darted to one bicep, where from the front he could make out a hunter with a bow and arrow.

"I love tattoos." The guy grinned. "I have eleven. Some in places that might surprise you."Martin felt his face flush. "Eleven, wow. I'm impressed."

"That's why I do it, to impress the guys." He chuckled.

Martin tried to read the meaning behind the comment, but couldn't tell if it'd been sarcastic or not. This guy was gorgeous—a little out there, sure, if he really did have eleven tattoos. But his eyes were dark brown saucers, deep and soulful looking. There was a cleft in his chin. Martin didn't know exactly why, but it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He was sure most women thought the same. This fellow could have anyone he wanted, no doubt about that.

"You ready to check out?" The clerk glanced at the t-shirts.

"Oh, yeah." Martin laid them on the counter. "You have nice stuff in here. Some of those other places were pretty cheap-looking."

"Thanks." He folded each shirt, ringing the prices into his register. "That'll be thirty-two fifty."

Martin handed over his credit card, and the man completed the sale.

"Sign please, and here's your receipt. Thank you."

"Yeah, thanks." He took his card, reinserting it into his wallet. Reaching for the bag, he hesitated, not in a hurry to leave.

Seeming to sense it, the man asked, "Where you visiting from?"

"I, uh, live here now. I'm from St. Louis."

"No kidding? What brought you all the way out here?"

"I got a computer job here after college."

"Ah, Silicon Valley. They suck a lot of people into their web—I mean—they hire lots of folks."

Martin smiled. "They pay pretty well, though the cost of living is higher out here. I can't believe the price of soda pop."

"I can't believe you called it soda pop." He rolled his eyes, grinning.

"Sorry. You can take the boy out of the Midwest…"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. So what are you doing in the tourist district, if you live here now?"

"I've never done any sight-seeing stuff, and I figured it was about time. Decided I'd make a day of it. I went to the Science Fiction Museum—"

Nodding, the man asked, "Go up in the Needle?"

"Not yet. I was going to go 'Ride the Ducks'." The World War II amphibious vehicles were huge, and painted yellow. It was a little cheesy, but supposedly a pretty good tour of the area.

He made a face. "That's lame, man. Unless you're ready to say 'quack, quack' all through town."

Martin's face drooped. "They make you say 'quack quack'?"

"Or pay two bucks for a quacker. They're big on group interaction, kind of a kiddie thing. If I were you, I'd skip the ducks. What else do you have planned?"

"Well, there's Pike's Place Market, and I haven't been to the art museum yet."

The man made a motion like he was strangling himself. "You've got to be kidding! Who are you with, your eighty-year-old grandma?"

"I'm alone." He shrugged.

"If you want to get a feel for the real Seattle, you need to take in some clubs, hear some bands. You know we're the home of grunge rock music, don’t you?"

"I thought grunge rock was dead."

"Are you crazy? Pearl Jam released a new album not too long ago, and Nirvana will never go out of style."

"Nirvana? I know Kurt Cobain's dead."

"Cobain's like the Beatles, man. Dead or alive, the music lives on. Those are just some mainstream names. We've had some great local talent here, too. Alice in Chains, Green River…classics."

Martin smiled. "So grunge isn’t dead, Seattle's just hiding it from the rest of the world."

"You got it. I could take you places you wouldn't believe."

No truer words were probably ever spoken. He glanced at the man wistfully. It was crazy thinking about going out with a perfect stranger. And going out where? Seattle was a big city, he wasn't used to the same things this guy obviously was. He could find himself in a bad situation.

The man eyed him, seeming to get that he was wrestling with himself. "Tell you what. I'll give you an address. If you feel like listening to some music, be there about nine o'clock. I'll leave your name at the door; you won't even have to pay to get in. It'll be fun, I guarantee it. My friends are great."

"Maybe." It sounded simple enough, perhaps he could consider it.

Picking up a business card from the stack on the counter, the clerk wrote a name and address on the back. He handed the card over. "Here's the address. Easiest thing to do is take a cab. There's my name. Ask the bouncer for me."

He glanced at the card. "Chase Reed." Then he looked up. "That's you?"

"That's me. How about you? What name should I leave at the door?"

"Martin Benson." He shuffled his feet nervously.

"Okay. So, whaddaya say, Marty? Think you'll be there?"

"Nobody calls me Marty."

Chase grinned. "Nine o'clock?"

Until that moment, he hadn't been sure about going. The whole idea made him nervous. For some reason, Chase's smile reassured him. "Yeah, nine o'clock."

Blood Noir by Laurell K. Hamilton

Yes, I know, I've been really bad about not posting. Life has been CRAZY! And honestly, this blog was put on the back-burner. But now that school is out and summer is here, I'm going to try to do much better with my posting - as summer time I get most reading done ;).

Okay, are there any Anita Blake fans out there?? Well, LKH has just released the sixteenth book in the series! It took me three days to read it (only because of all the stuff going on in my life). It was really hard to put down.

I was apprehensive when I bought it. I enjoyed the books in the beginning, but being an erotic romance writer, I'm a huge fan of her great sex scenes. Her last book had what? A total of two, maybe three scenes in the entire book? I know she gets grief from those who say that she's been putting too much sex in her books now, and then grief from those like me when she doesn't put enough *lol* I've found that you can't please EVERYONE!!!

Anyway, as I was saying. When I started reading I almost groaned thinking that this was another Micah book. She goes away with Jason (oh, baby. He and Richard are tied to be my favs) and has sex, sex, sex. Just a filler to have a book out to calm any complaints from fans.

Gladly, it didn't turn out that way. Yes, Anita goes out of town with just Jason. Yes, they have sex. :D Yes, they have some very in depth conversations and realizations (My baby boy is really growing up). BUT...there's lots of other things going on. Some paranormal happenings (Mommy Noir and some were-tigers) and yet others were completely human related.

Overall, I really enjoyed the book. My lovely Richard even "came to the rescue" though in the end, he and Anita still end up arguing a lot and deepening that love/hate relationship. *sigh* I'd love to shake some sense into that man, then chain him to a bed, then...oh, wait. I'll be good *evil laugh*

I've seen both good and bad things on the web about this book. Again, you can't please everyone. I liked it and thought my money was well spent. That's all that matters to me. You'll have to form your own opinion.

Oh, this sounded like a review, didn't it? Oops. *lol* I would recommend this book.
Book can be found at most major book stores and Amazon.com

Website- http://www.laurellkhamilton.org/

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