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Sunday, May 3, 2015

Fabulous Spring Giveaway!

With some huge prizes folks! Good luck to you all.



Spring is here and it's time for a big giveaway from Laughing Vixen Lounge. 11 shops have come together to create one amazing Prize Pack ($300+) full of Jewelry, Perfume, Clothing, Vintage and much more! Many of the shops offer items perfect for any book lover along with lots of other unique, handcrafted and custom designs.


The Fabulous Spring Giveaway is open worldwide. 1 winner will win the Prize Pack. You can enter via the Rafflecopter below. Please visit the Laughing Vixen Lounge Blog and the Main Giveaway Post HERE to see the full prize list, participating shops and daily features during the giveaway.


Since Summer is right around the corner the giveaway theme is Vacation Memories. Each of our participating shops, and many of our blog sponsors, will be sharing some of their favorite vacation photos with you.


Giveaway runs May 4th - 18th. Laughing Vixen Lounge is responsible for all giveaway details. See full details HERE.

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Saturday, May 2, 2015

May I Suggest

Link to participating authors.
Welcome to the May I Suggest Giveaway Hop! With over 65 participating authors, you have 65 chances to win a giveaway. The object of this hop pretty much sums up what our giveaways are going to be, though you might find some surprises along the way. Enter the rafflecopter for a chance at my giveaway. I'm offering up a book of your choice, hence the GC below.

Here is a list of authors I'm currently reading. Except for Shari Slade who writes shifter romance, you have to really be into raw and gritty erotic biker romances to enjoy the other author's books. 

Sam Crescent 
Lila Rose
Jamie Begley
Jenika Snow 
Shari Slade 
London Casey
Debra Kayn

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Someone to Love Me Excerpt

The Alaskan wilderness is the backdrop for this story about two strangers who find themselves stranded in a cabin for the winter. Both are tortured souls struggling to go on in life after losing someone they love, only to discover survival can be found in each other's arms.


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Luke stood quietly, staring down at his bed.

He didn’t believe in fairy tales, yet there she was, Sleeping Beauty all rolled up in his blankets, and snoring softly. Charlie was on her side, all but her head hidden beneath the quilt, her nose turned up toward the opening. His mouth curved into a smile.

He was crazy crawling beneath the covers with her. He’d probably survive the night better sleeping out in a snowdrift in the buff. His attraction for her bordered on the edge of what he should do and what he wanted to do. For the hundredth time that evening, he berated himself for not stopping to think where she’d have to sleep when he’d invited Swanson to stay.

Luke knew either way he was going to pay the price. He didn’t want to feel anything for Charlie, but she’d managed to get under his skin without even half-trying. They were two tormented souls reaching out to one another, and Charlie was providing an easy way out of the dark void he’d built around himself. And she reminded him that he was a man of flesh-and-blood and wants.

He’d waited as long as he could before excusing himself and coming to bed, and not because he’d wanted to give Charlie enough time to fall asleep. Luke knew it was going to be a long night, realized, too, that he couldn’t put off the inevitable.

A heavy sigh escaped him as he reached for the edge of the covers and pulled them back. Charlie stirred slightly and moaned when the cold touched her warm body, reaching out blindly for the quilt in Luke’s hand. He quickly slid in next to her and brought the covers with him, clenching his teeth in agony when Charlie burrowed against him like a lazy cat seeking the warmth of his body.

Alarm bells went off when she tucked her fanny into the hollow of his body. He groaned low and counted to ten, then to twenty before deciding he could count to a million and it wouldn’t make any difference. He cursed his stupidity for even thinking he could lie next to Charlie and remain in control. It didn’t take long before his body began to respond to her.

An eternity slipped by as he lay there barely taking in air, listening to her soft breathing. His nose was in her hair and nothing could stop him from inhaling deeply. Her delicate fragrance sent his senses into overdrive. Everything about her captivated him and made him want her. Why wasn’t she snoring loudly? Why didn’t she look like an old hag when she was sleeping?

He closed his eyes and relaxed as much as he could with a tempting woman snuggled against him. His cock was as hard as a steel rod, but Charlie’s steady breathing convinced Luke she was sleeping soundly and unaware of his state. However, in the next instant he cursed the devil. She was sleeping, but her body seemed very much aware of his presence pressing against him in all the right places. A silent invitation that encouraged his excitement to grow to unbearable degrees.

Before he thought about the wisdom of what he was doing he thrust against her. She thrust back. He groaned low and clenched his teeth. Luke realized he was growing weak. A man could only take so much. And he was a hungry man. A soft whimper escaped her; his body shuddered at the sound of her hunger. Hell, he was painfully conscious of the fact that all he had to do to slip inside the warmth of her body was to push her robe aside. The way Charlie was thrusting her buttocks against his hard-on was proof enough she was just as turned on as he was, even if she was unconscious.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Hot Excerpt for Wild Marauders MC

“Would you like something to eat?” she asked, not looking at me. “I can’t offer much until I go shopping, but what I have is yours.”

I slipped my arms around her waist from behind. She caught her breath and stopped cutting for a minute as I pulled her back against me. I nuzzled the side of her neck, breathing in deep her unique scent. Sighing, she tilted her head so that I had better access to run my mouth along her flesh. My dick was already twitching against her ass, and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing it against her. She surrendered with a shiver and a sigh.

“You’re so fuckin’ soft,” I said with my lips against her skin. “Smell so fuckin’ sweet.” I licked her from where her neck met her shoulder, up to where her ear met her jaw. “Don’t know why I thought I could let you go.” I clamped my teeth into her just enough to make the sting of pain dimmer into a sliver of pleasure.

Slipping one hand beneath the hem of the oversized tee-shirt she was wearing, my other fisted in her hair as I pulled her head back. Her pretty mouth opened into a gasp, and I took her lips in a kiss of rough passion.

As I ground my mouth against hers, my other hand slid up her quivering thigh to her pussy. Discovering how wet she was for me I fucking lost control. We were both out of breath when I swung her around and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Happy Friday!

I don't work anymore but I still look forward to Friday. Especially now that both of my grandchildren attend school full time. I miss having them around the house and don't get to spend as much time with them anymore. At least on the weekends there's potential for seeing them more.


This was taken right after my four-year-old grandson showed me how to take a selfie without having to flip the phone around real fast, aiming and hoping for the best. lol I didn't know my old phone had a camera button located at the very top.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Screwing is Hard When You Get Older

It's not fair what aging does to the body when the mind still thinks that it can do what it used to. I discovered this little fact yesterday. I was so proud of myself for putting up a new cat shelf in the window that I thought I'd try putting up the new blinds I'd bought. New blinds because the cats, I have four, ruined the first two pairs.

This time around I bought bigger, sturdier blinds but I swear if they ruin these I'm going to go back to curtains. Anyway, I got everything out, studied the directions, and proceeded to get busy. Yeah, that wasn't going to be easy. I have bad arthritis in my left hand and now beginning to feel it in my right. Plus I was using a manual screw driver.

I could only screw so far before I'd have to give up due to the pain in my hands. Boy did that piss me off because there was a time when I could just about tackle anything. I'm not that old either, won't be 60 until the end of the year. But just that little defeat showed me what aging and arthritis can take away from you. I had to break down and ask my son-in-law to help me. Thank God he's a sweet kid.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

FREE! Big, Black and Beautiful

This only lasts one week folks so get it while you can at Coffee Time!


“Open up the door!” Tony waited about a minute, his patience wearing thin. He knew Shelly was inside, and he was pissed at her for making him come all this way. If she’d just answered the phone like a normal person he’d still be home in bed, getting laid by the hot chick he’d met at the bar. “Damnit, Shelly! Open the door before I break a window! I know you’re in there!”

“Go away!”

He could tell by the sound of her voice that she’d been crying. “No. Now open the door. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“Then why didn’t you answer your damn phone? I’ve been calling all day.”

Silence, before she said in a reluctant, slightly apologetic tone, “I turned my phone off.”

“Yeah, I figured that out after about a dozen tries.” Tony leaned against the door, frustrated and tired as hell. As soon as he’d found out that she and Peter had broken up he’d been trying to get a hold of her. As far as he was concerned she could do a hell of a lot better than a pretty-boy accountant who wore a different color sweater vest every day of the week.

Sweater vests for Christ’s sakes.

Ever since Tony’s best friend, and Shelly’s brother, Steve, had asked him to look out for her while he was in Iraq, he’d become her stalker. Well, not exactly a stalker, but Tony had taken Steve’s request seriously. He’d kept close tabs on her.

“Come on, honey.” Tony decided to try a different tactic since his He-Man attitude didn’t seem to be working. “Let me in. I have to pee.”

“Go behind a bush,” was Shelly’s response.

“Damnit, Shelly!” So much for that, Tony’s anger was simmering too close to the surface for him to hold it back. “I didn’t come all the way here to talk to you through a door.”

“You shouldn’t have come here at all. I’m a big girl, Anthony. My brother had no right to ask you to babysit me.”

Tony released a harsh breath and leaned his forehead against the door. She knew that he hated when people used his full name. “I swear to God, if you don’t open this fucking door—” He heard the click that indicated that Shelly had unlocked it, but he knew she wouldn’t open it, she was just that stubborn. By the time he opened the door, Shelly was walking away from him.

“Come on in Mr. Big, black and beautiful,” she said in that teasing tone she used whenever she called him that.

Tony’s gaze automatically fell to her ass, admiring the way the soft roundness filled out the sweats she was wearing. Shit, don’t go there, man. She’s off limits. He closed and locked the door.

“See?” Shelly tossed over her shoulder, the wild waterfall of her thick, auburn curls bouncing with the movement of her head. God, she had great hair. “I’m okay.”

Tony could tell by her tone that she wasn’t. He caught up to her and reached for her arm. “No, you’re not.” He forced her around to face him, his gaze dropping to what she had in her hands. “Oh, hell no, you’re not doing this, baby.” He reached for the quart of ice cream, noticing that it was half gone. “You’ll regret this in the morning.”

“How do you know?” Shelly asked as they as they went back and forth, each trying to take control of the container.

“Because I know you.” It was true. Tony and Steve had grown up as best friends, and had spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. Shelly was only three years younger than them, but she’d always been around when he was at their home. Over the years he’d seen a lot, including that she always seemed to pick the wrong men.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Oh Hell No!

Today was a busy day for me, starting with a doctor's appointment where I learned I've lost 12 pounds. When I first entered the office I couldn't help but notice a handsome, tattooed up bad boy (in my mind) waiting to be called to the back. He was called about one minute before I was, yet I was still surprised to see him sitting in a chair right next to the (gasp!) scale, where he would have a great view of just how high that damn thing could go once I stepped onto it. Took one look at him and said, "Oh hell no! I'm not gettin' on that thing while he's sittin' there in that chair!"  

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Cover Reveal for Dark Menace MC!

You meet Rachel and Stone in Wild Marauders MC. The clubs have a brief connection but both stories are stand alone books with HEA endings. 
No Cliffhangers!

Pre-order available on 5/1


Erotic Biker Romance

Synopsis

Rachel walks into her sister's kitchen to see her brother-in-law getting roughed-up by some bad-ass bikers that he owes money to, and they want collateral until the loan is paid back or he's dead. Afraid that they'll take her sister, Rachel offers herself to Stone, president of Dark Menace MC. However, her history with the Red Devils, a rival motorcycle club run by Wildman, soon causes problems that lead to chaos and bloodshed between both clubs.

Rachel soon becomes a target when Wildman, who’s been looking for Rachel and her mother for years, decides that he wants her, but so does Stone. He's claimed the little hellion who's turned his world upside down and inside out, and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from the monster who calls himself her step-father.

As turmoil surrounds life in the MC, Stone and Rachel struggle through their own journey of learning to trust one another while giving in to a fierce hunger that can only be satisfied in each other’s arms.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Discounted Books

I just marked the 5 individual stories down to 0.99 each! Available at Smashwords, Amazon, All Romance Ebooks and Coffee Time! 

Friday, April 10, 2015

Show it Off Saturday!

Head on over to Show it Off Saturday (link located at the left), hosted by Coffee Time Romance. Beginning at 9 PM EST (I hope that you're a night person) they will be posting information about my books and there will be a giveaway offered. I'll be popping in as well to respond to any comments and pick the winner of the prize. I hope to see you there!

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Big, Black and Beautiful Excerpt

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“Open up the door!” Tony waited about a minute, his patience wearing thin. He knew Shelly was inside, and he was pissed at her for making him come all this way. If she’d just answered the phone like a normal person he’d still be home in bed, getting laid by the hot chick he’d met at the bar. “Damnit, Shelly! Open the door before I break a window! I know you’re in there!”

“Go away!”

He could tell by the sound of her voice that she’d been crying. “No. Now open the door. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“Then why didn’t you answer your damn phone? I’ve been calling all day."

Silence, before she said in a reluctant, slightly apologetic tone, “I turned my phone off.”

“Yeah, I figured that out after about a dozen tries.” Tony leaned against the door, frustrated and tired as hell. As soon as he’d found out that she and Peter had broken up he’d been trying to get a hold of her. As far as he was concerned she could do a hell of a lot better than a pretty-boy accountant who wore a different color sweater vest every day of the week.

Sweater vests for Christ’s sakes.

Ever since Tony’s best friend, and Shelly’s brother, Steve, had asked him to look out for her while he was in Iraq, he’d become her stalker. Well, not exactly a stalker, but Tony had taken Steve’s request seriously. He’d kept close tabs on her.

“Come on, honey.” Tony decided to try a different tactic since his He-Man attitude didn’t seem to be working. “Let me in. I have to pee.”

“Go behind a bush,” was Shelly’s response.

“Damnit, Shelly!” So much for that, Tony’s anger was simmering too close to the surface for him to hold it back. “I didn’t come all the way here to talk to you through a door.”

“You shouldn’t have come here at all. I’m a big girl, Anthony. My brother had no right to ask you to babysit me.”

Tony released a harsh breath and leaned his forehead against the door. She knew that he hated when people used his full name. “I swear to God, if you don’t open this fucking door—” He heard the click that indicated that Shelly had unlocked it, but he knew she wouldn’t open it, she was just that stubborn. By the time he opened the door, Shelly was walking away from him.

“Come on in Mr. Big, black and beautiful,” she said in that teasing tone she used whenever she called him that.

Tony’s gaze automatically fell to her ass, admiring the way the soft roundness filled out the sweats she was wearing. Shit, don’t go there, man. She’s off limits. He closed and locked the door.

“See?” Shelly tossed over her shoulder, the wild waterfall of her thick, auburn curls bouncing with the movement of her head. God, she had great hair. “I’m okay.”

Tony could tell by her tone that she wasn’t. He caught up to her and reached for her arm. “No, you’re not.” He forced her around to face him, his gaze dropping to what she had in her hands. “Oh, hell no, you’re not doing this, baby.” He reached for the quart of ice cream, noticing that it was half gone. “You’ll regret this in the morning.”

“How do you know?” Shelly asked as they as they went back and forth, each trying to take control of the container.

“Because I know you.” It was true. Tony and Steve had grown up as best friends, and had spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. Shelly was only three years younger than them, but she’d always been around when he was at their home. Over the years he’d seen a lot, including that she always seemed to pick the wrong men.