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Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Have Yourself a Sexy Lesbian Christmas by Giselle Renarde

Is your holiday lacking lesbian cheer? Have you been craving seasonal sensuality since your neighbours erected a ten-foot inflatable Santa? Then this is the short story mini-anthology for you

What’s inside? Three fan favourites plus a brand new meet-cute holiday hotmance Giselle wrote exclusively for this collection. Unwrap the woman of your dreams right here in Have Yourself a Sexy Lesbian Christmas!

Giselle Renarde’s erotic fiction has appeared in well over 100 anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, Best Women’s Erotica, Girl Fever, and the Lambda Award-winning collection Wild Girls, Wild Nights.

Purchase Link:http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00QS5AB7I
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Book Spotlight ~ Blood Marked by Áine P Massie



With their romance only beginning to take root, the trio, Anya, Nicholas and Declán set forth to enrich their fledgling relationship. Having survived the explosive consummation should have set forth a downtime of sorts, instead, near death tragedies strike all around.
That should have been the worst of it, but toss the green-eyed monster of jealousy and all bets are off that anyone will survive the fire consuming them all.
Can Anya protect her lovers, find peace within herself, and lead the House Millar from tragedy to peace? Or will those waiting in the wings to strike them down win?
Come take a walk with our loving family and witness the strange turns and twists as life, love, and passions collide with greed, politics, and evil.


Excerpt:
“Declán, a ghrá, what’s gotten into you?”
He didn’t speak. He reached out, grabbed my wrists, and started pushing me back to the tree behind me. Pressing me against it, he covered my mouth with his, kissing me as he let out a whimpering moan. His mouth was hungry as he dipped inside, licking and biting at my lips. I felt as if I was burning everywhere he touched.
His attack knocked me off centre, and I lost more than a bit of my restraint. His heat, his intoxicating and maddening scent pushing me further. The craving exquisite, painful. His sapphire eyes blazed as his body arched towards me, crushing me. Lifting me, he greedily devoured my kisses, clutching me tighter. My legs wrapped around him automatically. His fingers twisted in my hair pulling me tight against his lips. Letting out a rapturous moan, he pulled back, arching his neck to me. I pressed my lips to the moist skin of his throat, feeling the pulsing, the dance of life beckoning to me–enchanted and tormented by the sweet fragrances that encompassed his being. I allowed my teeth to graze his skin.
No, no, no. This is too dangerous. I have to stop. I pulled away from his luscious throat, but he used his grip on my hair to stop me. I watched with a surreal fascination as he pressed some strange metal object–it looked vaguely like a curved, sharpened thimble–into the flesh of his own neck and pulled me back to his throat. 
What the hell... Oh Gods.
With a gasp, I lost control. The moment his blood touched my tongue that strange ecstasy filled me again. This elixir, intoxicating and luscious, drove me–euphoria, my body sang in delight. It was pure rapture as all of me delighted in the gift of his existence.
It was over so soon, almost too soon, as I was able to still keep my mind restrained, somewhat. I started to pull away, nicking my tongue and teasing lightly over the wounds with my blood–no need for him to hold the wounds.
“Why did you–” 
“No! Not one of those...” interrupted a strange, frantic voice a moment before I felt powerful hands grasping me, trying to throw me from Declán–not the easiest thing since my legs were still wrapped around him, and he was still clutching me, moaning in the euphoria from my bite.
I let go of Declán, spinning quickly to address the attacker; obviously not one of our friends given the strange words. Dropping into a defensive stance in front of Declán, a slight growl slipping out, I screamed, “Stop!” Desperately looking around, I searched to make sure there was only the one attacker. My combat and voice abilities were lethal, my tracking ability however... Yeah, not so good.
What my eyes finally settled on was as curious as it was unexpected. There was a man, well a male vampire. He was about six-six. Straight, long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail with jade green eyes and a fierce snarl ripping from his throat. He was not moving forward, but he also wasn’t dropping his attack stance. He looked as if he would’ve happily destroyed me. Of all peculiar things, it seemed he wanted to kill me over having drunk from Declán? Lost! My poor brain was so broken...
“Who the hell are you and what do you mean attacking me in my territory? I would suggest you be very careful with your answer if you plan to still be in existence this time tomorrow.” I could hear the seething blood rage in my voice again, but couldn’t seem to care right then. He was attacking us, trying to take me away from Declán! Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind I noted his eyes, yet that detail only made this all the more confusing–being an aberration like us was odd, but so what his behaviour.
“You’re feeding on a Guardian! Are you insane?”
Author bio:
Áine P Massie is originally from Florida, she now lives in Wisconsin where she works on her House Millar series full time while raising four children (the term herding cats comes to mind). Her major in College was Childhood Education (specializing in ages zero to five) with a minor study in Deaf Culture/ASL. She is also a Wiccan priestess dedicated to the gods, family, and love.
Áine is a proud member of the Rom-Critters, the Romance Writers of America®, Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, and Rainbow Romance Writers. Áine has always had a particular fascination with vampires, mythology, and the unusual. When she can escape from her children and books, she enjoys . . . oh yes, reading, playing, ritual, a good cappuccino, and working with her healing stones.
Her first published work came in high school where she was part of a writing and drama group. However, she’s been reading the likes of Shakespeare and Poe since late elementary school and enjoys most forms of fiction.
For more information visit Áine at APMassie.com.
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Book SPotlight ~ A Taste of Cyn by Simone Avondale

Recently single, art school grad Angela Dawson certainly isn’t lacking options to have a little fun after finding her long-term boyfriend, Grant, with another woman. From Mika, a young and upcoming photographer in the city, to Donovan, an established art collector with a big wallet, she has plenty of opportunities to open up to new experiences of sex and lust while moving past Grant’s betrayal.

As the first part in The Tales of Angela Dawson series, we find Angela entertaining fantasies about a number of people, including her ex-boyfriend. However, it isn’t until a chance meeting with a girl on the street that her desires start to get the better of her, and she realizes her body’s demands have to be met.

Part one of The Tales of Angela Dawson series.

*Contains explicit sex scenes, graphic language, and content suitable for mature audiences only.


Purchase Link:

http://www.amazon.com/Taste-Tales-Angela-Dawson-Book-ebook/dp/B00Q1J51FI
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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Portrait of Passion (Book 1 of the Idyllwild Series) by Lynne Barron


Portrait of PassionWhat’s a Viscount to do when a mysterious lady with a secret past and a reputation frayed around the edges suddenly appears in London in hot pursuit of his naïve young cousin, setting the gossips’ tongues wagging, stirring his family into pandemonium and driving him mad with her irreverent ways?

If the Viscount in question is Simon Easton, the answer is quite simple. Seduce the beguiling lady. But Miss Beatrice Morgan isn’t your average tarnished lady. She lives a slapdash life wandering the globe like a gypsy, painting fantastical portraits of Duchesses as sirens and landscapes featuring a crumbling old fountain, all the while harboring a secret desire to return to Idyllwild, the only home she’s ever known.

What Simon does not know is that Beatrice just might be willing to sacrifice her honor, her virtue, her very heart to reclaim Idyllwild.
Buy Link: 
 http://www.amazon.com/Portrait-Passion-Idyllwild-Lynne-Barron-ebook/dp/B00EVVAUQI
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Monday, December 15, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Memory's Prisoner by Jamie Lynn Miller

memorys-prisoner-final bigDetectives Mitchell Reid and Joseph Valentino of the Chicago Police Department have finally moved from friends to lovers, partners on the job and off. Then an escaped bank robber with a thirst for vengeance shatters their world. The police tactical raid to recapture the convict goes horribly wrong, leaving Mitch severely wounded and Joey with a devastating head injury. They both survive, but Joey’s long-term coma and memory loss will change their lives—and love—forever.

Author Bio:

Jamie Lynn Miller has been writing fiction since childhood and decided to take the plunge and go pro in 2008, finding to her amazement that people truly enjoyed her love stories. She's a romantic at heart, and her tales reflect the desire we all have to find "the one," persevering through trials and heartache for that happy ending.


Jamie has a degree in fine arts and has spent the last twenty years working as a graphic designer, though she'd much rather be writing. She was born in Chicago and still lives there today with her husband and their two furry, four-footed children, er... cats.


If she's not brainstorming story ideas, you can find Jamie at a sci-fi convention, in front of a furnace doing glass blowing, or on a mat twisted into a yoga pose.


You can contact Jamie Lynn at jamielynnmiller@live.com or find her at the following links:

Blog http://jamielynnm.wordpress.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jamielynn.miller.3

Buy link:

http://www.amazon.com/Memorys-Prisoner-Jamie-Lynn-Miller-ebook/dp/B00H3612OW/ref=asap_B00IMRJVM6_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1415885205&sr=1-5

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Friday, December 12, 2014

HOT HOLIDAY TREATS: Furry Christmas by Sotia Lazu






Hot Holiday Treats is 99 cents for a limited time! All Romance ~ Kindle ~ NOOK ~ iBooks ~ Kobo

Hi, I’m Sotia and my story in Hot Holiday Treats is a sexy shifter tale involving a dog and a woman named Alice. In the story, Alice keeps having very hot sexy dreams about a man from a past hookup that seem to increase and intensify around the time she finds a stray dog named – what else? – Prince Charming!

Learn more about Alice and dog she’s adopted – who is really a man named Quinn – in the following character interviews.

Enjoy!


Furry Christmas – Alice

Eva: Alice, you’ve been having some hot erotic dreams. Tell us about them!

Alice: Yes, Eva, and they rock my world. The first was more a memory of a real great one-night stand I had a while ago, and they only get hotter from there. They’re so real, I’m disoriented when I wake up.

Eva: The dog’s name is Prince Charming, just like in a fairy tale. Are you tempted to make a wish and see if it comes true?

Alice: I’ve stopped believing in Prince Charming, to be honest. What’s the use? Just because my sister found Mr. Perfect—and he’s not exactly princely—doesn’t mean all of us will. I’ll take my dream guy any day.

Eva: So you’re spending Christmas alone and your mind wanders back to that one hookup. The guy from the elevator. What about him pushed all the right buttons for you?

Alice: Everything! I’m instantly attracted to tall dark and handsome, but he had those incredible eyes—light brown with golden flecks. Amber, almost. He looked at me as if I were the only woman in the world, and his touch… Let’s just say he knew when to caress and when to hurt in oh-so delicious ways. I love a man who’s in tune to my body’s reactions, and it felt like he and I were in perfect harmony.

And I sound silly, waxing poetic about a guy whose name I didn’t even ask, huh?

Eva: Was hooking up with Quinn the most reckless thing you’ve ever done sexually?

Alice: So that was his name? I like it. Yeah, I think that’s the most reckless I’ve been. I mean, I’m not a nun or anything, but I usually at least have a drink with a guy before jumping him. Nah, I’m kidding. Until the last guy who broke my heart—and that was last New Year’s Eve, by the way—I was a serial monogamist. After him…I was more into casual things, but with guys I knew.



Furry Christmas – Quinn

Eva: When you arrive at Alice’s parent’s house you’re a wet, dirty dog. What happened to you?

Quinn: I can’t tell you without giving away too much, but I can confirm hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Eva: What led you to Alice? How did you find her?

Quinn: It wasn’t something specific. For six months, I’ve been wandering around San Francisco, led by my instinct. I remember feeling an irresistible pull to her parents’ house the night of the storm, but I didn’t know why.

Eva: What’s the best part of being a dog?

Quinn: Being able to lick my balls. No! I’m kidding! Even as a dog I found the thought disgusting. The best part was the lack of responsibility. My life was in danger, and people don’t usually feel cuddly and protective toward big-ass wolfhounds, but being reckless, sleeping under the stars, and only caring about my next meal was freeing.

Come to think of it, that sounds like my life before I was a dog too. Only then it was next meal and finding the right woman.

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Book Spotlight ~ Loves, Myths and Monsters: A Collection of Folk and Urban Myths -11 fantasy tales entwined within the human world JoAnne Meyers



Welcome To Anna
Little does 17 year old Zoe, realize, but the Chupracabra followed her to Ohio from South America. What happens next is a series of chilling mysteries, and unsuspecting friendships and love.

The Hunter's Bride
When all game warden Daren Abram, had to worry about was which lucky lady to woo, he comes to the realization that his town is being stalked by the reincarnation of the town's legend.

Moon People
For teenage mermaid Constance, coming to the quaint seaside town of Willowick, is heavenly, until she falls for mortal boy Drake. For the town to survive, Constance is forced to choose between her kind and the boy and town she loves.

The Pack
When young Lycan Sonny Red Blanket, a Shawnee Indian falls for mortal girl Drenda Way, he must save her from his fellow Lycan's and stop a werewolf uprising.

The Bidding
Apiologist 34-year-old Duncan McPherson goes to Circleville, Ohio, to investigate a series of mysterious bee attacks. What is uncovered proves to be more dark and sinister then anyone imaged.

The Agreement
Incarcerated in the abandoned Roseville jail, is the last thing rich college student and speeder Brice Conrad, needs. With an "agreement" between the town and a permanent demonic "guest", only the unfortunate ones know the truth, but do not live to tell.

For The Love Of Ginnie
Handsome bachelor and Scientist Alex Anderson from the thirtieth century, returns to the Civil War with time serum to save his beloved Ginnie Wade from a snipers bullet, while finding a roller coaster ride of joy and perils.

Is It Only A Myth?
When 32-year-old Vinton County Sheriff, James "Jim" Connors, discovers he has a Mothman hunting in his county, he stops at nothing to save his citizens.

The Proposition
The rough and ready cowboy John Queenie gets the shock of his life, when the ad to break a "wild filly" turns out to be a fiery Quaker girl named Tess. This is a story proving love conquers all.

The House On Shady Lane
A seemingly loving family turns out to be serial killers in 1873.

Love's Curse
When an Egypt love curse scroll is stolen from a Dean's office, persons begin dying in bizarre and grisly ways, with the college's mascot a Viking King statue jokingly blamed for it.



Excerpt :

For the Love of Ginnie


I don’t know why I wanted to save the life of a person I never met. Maybe it was because I was tired of bachelorhood. Maybe it was because I was a chemist and the unusual, and unexplained, fascinated me. Or, maybe, it was because I was obsessed with this twenty-year-old, dark-haired beauty named Mary Virginia “Ginnie” Wade I had read about.

These questions filtered through my mind as I drove to the bar to meet my best friend Will.

Will’s favorite hangout was “The Bling,” originally an old truck stop on State Route 93, in Nelsonville, Ohio. The place became a restaurant/lounge/dance hall and brothel when semis no longer became a necessity for long distance hauling. The invention of the transporter also replaced many other primitive jobs such as mail delivery and travel. “The Bling” was best known for the large flashing lights suggesting scantily clad women in seductive positions above the front entrance, and its “bulldogs,” monster-sized bouncers in Armani suits who patrolled its two-block perimeter, inside and out.

“The Bling,” just another joint with a sleazy atmosphere, like all alcohol-serving establishments, differed only in that it catered exclusively to class “A” clientele. Politely—or maybe not so politely—everyone called it the “Whorehouse for the rich and bored.” Its reputation grew. Its income grew even faster.

I pulled up in front and exited my vintage DeLorian, tossing the keys to the baby-faced valet, by-passed the doorman with no questions asked. Just an exchange of large smiles between us. Will was also part-owner.

As I entered the twenty-four carat gold, electronic doors, Will immediately spotted me and motioned me toward the bar with his diamond embellished hand.

I loved sitting at the bar. It was the perfect place to see the shows. “Two double scotches and water,” Will said, as we shook hands, and I slid into my seat beside him, just as the tall, leggy waitress produced the drinks in an instant.

I immediately recognized the “girl” as one of the latest “do-everything-like-a-wife” robotics. Robot manufacturing had become a booming business since the last war destroyed the immune and reproductive systems in most humans, especially females.

“I don’t know why you waste your time flirting with non-humans,” I said, cautiously sipping my drink. The immense emptiness of not being able to acquire a wife and soul mate, I felt at this age in my life, almost drove me to alcoholism, but my boss and mentor, Doctor Obar Gabry, intervened, saving my life and promising career.

“Because, dear friend,” Will began, “beggars can’t be choosey, and ladies are in scarce supply. Beside, these ‘girls’ are all pink inside.”

Ugh!” I said, gulping down a large swallow of alcohol as if it could wash away my friend’s vile mental picture from my mind.

“Come on, Alex, loosen up. Live a little.” Will motioned to the waitress for another round of drinks. “You’re alive, so act like it. Don’t let your beautiful mind go to waste. This world needs people like you. People started treating me like a god once I became an entrepreneur, and I love it.”

I had to laugh. Maybe my self-pity stage had outlived its use. Only I can find a wife for myself. I certainly won’t ask Will to hook me up. His sense of values are as artificial as the women he beds.

The pain and loneliness I felt at times from yearning for a life-long partner and family wasn’t easy to accomplish. Scientific and Medical technology still could not reverse the sterilization effects on the female species.

Sure there were some human women to date. But most were either sterile, too old, too young, or there was just no chemistry between the two of us. I wanted that spark that unites between two people madly in love...like my parents. I never met any couple happier with one another then my beloved parents. That’s the kind of love I want…never ending.

The emptiness and frustration of not finding companionship at times made me want to die. But that was the loneliness talking. I know that now. I love life. I want to live, and I know who I want for a wife. It’s just that meeting her would be a little tricky.

Abruptly, I asked, “What do you think about time travel?”

“Are you serious?” Will asked. “Scientists have tried to conquer time travel for hundreds of years, and failed.”

“Maybe they failed because they weren’t Doctor Gabry and me.”

Will looked at me in awe. “Oh, my god, you’re serious!”

“We discovered something today in the lab,” I said, giving him an arrogant smile. “We believe this is the answer.”

“So who is to be the Guinea pig?”

“Me.”

Silence came from Will, then a gasp. “That could be suicide.”

“Or the biggest discovery of the thirtieth century.”


 Author Bio:


JoAnne lives in Ohio, and works at a local nursing home. The author of 7 books, JoAnne also canvas paints. JoAnne enjoys time with relatives, her dog Jasmine, and volunteers her time within the community. JoAnne believes in family values and following your dreams. Her original canvas paintings, can be found at: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com



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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Book Spotlight ~ Irrevocably Intertwined by Frey Ortega

Jayce Barton’s life doesn’t need any more trouble than it already has: having a poor family and having them somewhat blame you for it was already trouble enough. To top it all off, Jayce gets kidnapped one night and finds himself in an unknown, ritzy apartment.

Dmitri Marchetti is the son of one of the strongest vampire coven leaders in New York City. When his coven uncovers new intel on a human-supernatural trafficking ring right in their midst, their coven immediately acts. Jayce and Dmitri meet, and the sparks fly. The easygoing Dmitri finds renewed purpose: something he’s never felt before, and he finds it in Jayce.

With the threat of a crazed madman looming above Jayce, Dmitri vows to protect the human. But even vampires have their limits—and it will take a lot of love, a lot of trust, and a hastily-put-together plan to save not only the man he was growing to love, but each other.


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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Hot Holiday Treats Book Tour: A Demon’s Gift by Jocelyn Dex


99 cents for a limited time! All Romance ~ Kindle ~ NOOK ~ iBooks ~ Kobo

Hello, I’m Joceyn Dex and my story in the Hot Holiday Treats anthology is about a demon hunter in training and the sex demon she’s forced to guard.

Cordelia, a demon hunter trainee who daydreams of Christmas, fights to resist Argoth, the sex demon, who inflames her desire and reveals a truth that turns her world upside down.




In the story there’s plenty of steam and the two of them really heat up the pages! Plus, Cordelia gets quite a shock when Argoth reveals the truth of why she’s never gotten that promotion. Whew. A sex demon and some quality time alone with him will really make a girl’s head spin. Or will it? Cordelia is one tough cookie – she can fight with the best – but this time, it’s not just her body on the line. It’s her heart that might get damaged.


Enjoy!


Excerpt:


A throaty, sexy chuckle reached her ears. Her skin instantly heated, prickled. Damn it. The cells were soundproof, but somehow the guards or Bix always managed to leave his intercom on when she was in the room. She whipped around and glared at him through the thick glass enclosure which served as his prison. “Shut up, demon.”


His lips turned down in an exaggerated frown. “I couldn’t help myself. Your childish gesture amused me. And how many times do I have to ask you to call me by my name? Say it with me—Argoth.”

It was his fault. The reason she had to keep proving her fighting skills, the reason she hadn’t made certification, the reason she was stuck down there every damn day. She’d learned to somewhat resist the manipulation of several of the others she’d been pitted against but not his. Amused him, did she? Well, let him be amused. He might be her weakness, but she knew his weakness too.


She sauntered over to his cell and slowly pulled her sweaty tank top over her head, exposing her fight-toned stomach. His eyes darkened as they travelled slowly up and down her body before finally settling on her breasts that were clad in only a thin sports bra.

He was a sex demon and had been denied all but self-release since being captured and locked up three months earlier. Denying a sex demon sex was like denying a crack addict crack—except the sex was actually good for the demon.

Her gaze dropped to his crotch and she gulped at the unmistakable bulge there. That damn sexy chuckle floated through the intercom again.

“Don’t play games you can’t control, Delia.”

“I’m in perfect control. You’re the one locked up. And don’t call me that.”

“Yes, I can see your perfect control. I’m certain it could cut through this glass and free me. Think of what we could do if you freed me…Delia.”


She followed his gaze to her chest where her painfully hard nipples peeked through the fabric of the sports bra. His voice dulled her good sense and images of what they could do floated through her mind before she regained control and snapped out of it. Goddamn it.


“Whatever. At least I get to go home, shower and find a lover.” She pressed her breasts against the glass, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. “When he’s deep inside me, fucking me to ecstasy, I’ll think of you.” She blew him a kiss. He growled, real anger contorting his handsome face. “Oh wait. No I won’t.” She flicked his intercom off and flipped him the finger before leaving the room.

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Hope & Love Anthology by Hope & Love Anthology by Hope Ryan (plus many others)



It starts with hope. That’s what LGBTQ Centers all over the world give us, the hope, the community, the care and education we need in a world that is often hate filled, scared of the unknown, and down right scary. When first introduced to community many of us rejoice as it’s often the first time we’re able to be out and be our true selves without fear or shame.
This anthology is for the benefit of one such center, one that touches many many lives, and like others, needs help and nourishment as well. Centers like the MKE LGBT Community Center depend on the love and support of others so that they may help and support us.
Within this collection of stories, you will find hope, family, love, and community. Take a chance on a new author or one of your beloved… read, enjoy, and know that you are helping children, adults, teens, and elderly alike in our greater LGBTQ community!
One hundred percent of the income from this volume goes directly to The MKE LGBT Community Center in Milwaukee, WI USA


Excerpt:
From: Blue Eyes, by Hope Ryan
I WENT in the first time because I was hungry.
The warmth was the first thing I noticed. It was April, but even April here had a bite most days and my sweatshirt wasn’t exactly the warmest I’d ever owned. If I’d known it would be all I could take with me, I might have picked something else to be wearing when I told my parents I was gay. And I'd lost my jacket two months ago when some other guy decided he needed it more than me. 
The second thing that greeted me was the smell of baking bread. That was new. None of the other kitchens I’d gone to had made their own bread. I didn’t really know what to think of that, but my stomach certainly liked the idea.
See, hungry was probably an understatement, but I hated sounding pathetic, even if that’s what I was, so I usually did my best to play stuff down. In this case, however, playing it down hadn’t helped me. It’d been two days since my last meal, and that hardly counted. Two Slim Jims and a day-old donut did not add up to a meal. 
So, yeah, hungry. Hungry enough to push me to go into the new shelter over on Forty-fifth Street. 
I’d avoided the shelters, for the most part. My first week on the street, I’d gone to one of the more well-known ones, but the combination of pity and pretense got to me fast. The workers seemed to be one of two types of people: do-gooders who showed that grating pity or those pretending they cared when in reality they blamed us for being where we were. Maybe some of my fellow homeless were, but I’d have bet the last shirt on my back that it wasn’t the case for a good ninety percent of us.
But hunger is a strong motivator and despite my wish to stay away from eyes that were a little too sad to be honest and carefully-hidden sneers, I needed food. I was having trouble moving on when the cops poked me off a park bench. Pride be damned.
I followed the sign in the entryway telling me the kitchen was on the lower level. I took the steps a little slower than my stomach would have liked, but I’d been enough places and gotten enough looks that I just didn’t barrel in anywhere, anymore. 
As I stepped through the door, I was reminded of the other reason I really didn’t like to go into these places. People. Too many people. I’d gotten pretty used to my own company the last few months and generally preferred it to most others. And worse, the do-gooders with pity in their eyes always seemed to think I wanted to talk to them and tell them my story. 
No one wanted to hear my story. I certainly didn’t want to hear my story again. I just wanted some food and to be left alone. Was that too much?
The cafeteria-style room was probably half-full and the noise level made me wince. Once I got past that, I looked around enough to see the line ahead and went to join it. The guy in front of me looked like he’d been even longer than me since his last meal. It’d certainly been longer since he’d showered. 
I got lucky. A little over a week ago, I'd stumbled across a guy named Tommy, who’d been a friend when I still lived a relatively normal, if closeted, life. He’d been a study buddy in the days when I’d cared about grades and trig tests. He’d apparently heard what had happened and offered me his couch. 
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Hot Holiday Treats Book Tour: Caging the Wolf by Sofia Grey




For many, 2014 was the Year of the Horse. For me, it was the year of the novella. All seven of them!


And so far, six out of the seven have been published. The last one (ironically, the first one written) is waiting in a couple of submission queues. It would be a great Christmas present to snag a contract for it, if you’re reading this, Santa * grin *


Anyway, the published tally so far is:

-          Busted (a free M/M romance)

-          Displaced (a free M/M romance)

-          Dorothy’s Red Shoes (part of the Return to Emerald City collection)

-          His Reboot Girl (part of the Return to Emerald City collection)

-          Dreaming of a Wolf (part of another seasonal boxed set, Paranormally Yours)


And this one, Caging the Wolf, part of the Hot Holiday Treats boxes set.


The idea for Caging The Wolf came out of nowhere. Walking through a quiet shopping mall, lost in thought, I wondered how I’d react if I heard someone calling for help, only to find nobody there. In my Snowdonia Wolves shifter series, I’ve built a world where wolves can communicate with their Mates through their dreams. From there, it’s just a short leap to a frantic shifter, caged in his wolf form, and shouting for help – and his Mate hearing him.


 I love writing about shifters falling in love with non-shifters, and that moment when they have to explain themselves. My wolves are usually confident, and most often pushy, in the nicest way. Seeing them struggle to explain a whole new world to their love, is fun to write, and Levi didn’t find it easy in Caging the Wolf.


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Caging the Wolf - Excerpt:


Something told me that when I asked the obvious question, I might not like the answer, but I had to know. “What does shifter mean?”

“Werewolf,” snarled Dad.

No.” Levi spoke over him. “Wolf shifter. We have some unusual abilities.”  He smiled at me, but it looked strained. “We can talk to our partners in our dreams.” Turning back to face Dad, he continued. “We’re stronger, and more healthy, and when we find our Mates—our life partners—we’re faithful and devoted.”

It was Mum’s turn to stand. She went to embrace Dad. “Sounds like Levi is describing you, my love.”

“Wait. What do you mean? Werewolf?” I had to be dreaming again. Werewolves didn’t exist outside of horror books and movies.

Levi gave me a ghost of a smile. “It’s very different. And if it’s any consolation, I would’ve spared you finding out like this. I planned to tell you when we’d got to know each other better. When you trusted me.”


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Bio:

Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.

Find her at: www.SofiaGrey.com, on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Sofia.Grey.R... and on Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/sofiagrey1

She also shares a blog with Allyson Lindt, check out: www.GeminiGirls.com


Sofia Grey is also offering a giveaway for her tour stop:

What do you like about shifter / vamp  / angel books? Leave me a comment, and you'll go into a draw to win any ebook from my backlist, and some swag too :-)

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Interview with Hildie McQueen


Sensuous Promos Interview Questions:

 

Hello everyone, please welcome Hildie McQueen to Sensuous Promos today as she shares with us a little bit about herself and her work.

Hildie, thank you for joining us today. I know the readers are eager to get to know you , so let’s get started.

What does your writing desk look like? What would we find on it right this minute?

It's like princess apocalypse.  I have all kinds of cutsie things that should not be on my desk because they take up so much space, but I love the pretties so it's hard not to have them where I can see them constantly.  Don't judge, my pink stuff grounds me.  I can't stand organized cleaned desks, with everything in its place.  I must have chaos to write.  All right I'll admit it, I'm jealous of the people who have clean working spaces.


Do you have any news you’d like to share with us?

I am over the top excited about my newest release, Even Heroes Cry.  This story took a lot out of me emotionally.  It's a story of two people broken in different ways by the war in the Middle East. One an Army veteran, the other a widow. I wanted to capture my hero's mental state as he dealt with severe PTSD.  I hope the book will portray him in a way that brings not just sympathy, but admiration.  It's a great love story.

What inspired you to write your first book?

My friends did.  I used to write short stories for them and they demanded I write a book and make it a goal to get published.  One even went so far as to put me in her car and drive me to a romance writer's chapter meeting.  After that, like they say, its history. I fell head over heels in love with the craft and the supportive writing community.

What books have most influenced your life most?

Two books that I've never forgotten are Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell and Me Before You by Jojo Moyes; one I read when I was ten the other just last year.  The reason is that the writer pulled me into the book. I became part of it and it part of me forever.  That is what I hope to achieve one day.  That one unforgettable story that a reader will never forget.

 

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

I am currently reading Delphina Henley's debut book, Unless You can be a Unicorn.  She's good. The story will grab ya!

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

I would be a happy camper is I could hang out with J. R. Ward for a day.   But seriously, the writer that I consider a mentor and who I always go to for advice is Allie K. Adams.  She has a great way of working through to help find an answer by asking questions and allowing me to work it out.  I love her ability to craft words in ways that make you sit up and pay attention.  Read her books, she's amazing.

Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?

For Even Heroes Cry, that entire series actually, I'm traveling to Nashville and the surrounding areas.  I've already gone twice and will go back to get more of the feel for it.  I think it's important to the story to be as accurate as possible when describing the atmosphere of areas.  For my Highlander series, I went to the Highlands of Scotland, and traipsed through small villages and old castles.  I'm going back next year, spending time in a small village, plan to hang out at the pub and spend the days plotting a new Highland historical series.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?


Sure, here is a short excerpt of Even Heroes Cry, it's the first time they meet face to face.  !Swoon Alert!

Just as she pressed her finger onto the doorbell one last time, the door opened and Tesha lost her breath. Her sharp inhale the only sound for a few seconds.

In the doorway stood the most stunning man she’d ever laid eyes on.  Never again would she roll her eyes at the mention of the word "breathtaking."  His penetrating blue gaze took her in. Didn't just look at her eyes, but dove into them.

He stood about six foot three, but it was not his height alone that made him impressive. It was the massive expanse of his shoulders, the broad muscular chest, thick-corded neck and square jawline. It took a moment to realize they both stood staring at one another without speaking.

He didn’t seem discomfited at her silence, but stood like a statue. If not for the barely noticeable lifting and lowering of his chest she’d think him not real.  Long lashed grey blue eyes met hers. They darkened to a deeper blue and his nostrils flared just enough to let her know he was attracted. Tesha flushed under the intense scrutiny, and the raw attraction she felt instantly. The haze in her mind somewhat lifted and she held her right hand out to him.  “Hello. I’m Tesha Washington. Your new neighbor.”

The eyes moved slowly from her face down to her chest and finally to her outstretched hand. His much larger hand swallowed hers.

“Adam Ford.” At the touch, her lips parted, but she recovered enough not to gasp again like a Jane Austen character, and shake his hand. When he did not release it, she pulled free of his loose grip.

Once again she remained standing, her brain failing to engage and remember what she’d come over for.  Maybe later it would seem odd that she’d not felt any compulsion to escape, to put distance between them like she’d done with every man who looked at her with even remote interest.  Since David's death, any man's attention caused her guilt or awkward discomfort. The reason things didn't work out with Cleve. But not this man. 

 

Do you have any advice to offer other writers?


Don't give up - just keep writing.  In this profession, it's all about writing the stories from your heart and enjoying the process.

 

Where can our readers find you on the world wide web?

My website is www.HildieMcQueen.com Stop by and while you're at it, sign up for my newsletter.

 

I'm excited to be here, thank you so much for having me.

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