Sensuous Promos Book Spotlight ~ Her Wish Before Christmas

Holiday Hearts

Her Wish Before Christmas

by Kimberly Quinton

Her heart never forgot him…

Genny Ridgeway left Laurel Cove with a broken heart. Returning awakens old feelings, old longings, and the desire for long kisses beneath the mistletoe with the man who broke her heart.

The only thing missing is her…

Connor O’Rourke and his son finally have the home they’ve always wanted. Now, he’ll do anything for a second chance at love with the woman he let get away.

It’s Christmas time in Laurel Cove….

Surrounded by the spirit of the season and with a little posthumous help from her gypsy grandmother, can Connor prove he is the man Genny has always wanted to grant her wish before Christmas?

Her Wish Before Christmas

Holiday Hearts

Release Date: November 12, 2013

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About the Author:

Whether she’s writing contemporary or paranormal romance, Kimberly Quinton is a romantic at heart who strives to tell stories about the power of true love.

Since a teen, she’s loved romances and believes we can all live our happily-ever-after. Always a people watcher, it wasn’t until Kimberly shucked her Accounting major for Anthropology that her interest in people and cultures was nurtured. Kimberly has combined her natural curiosity (nosiness) with her love of romance for the sake of bringing the movies in her head to life on the page.

A wife and mother of two, Kimberly spends her days chasing chores, wrangling active kids, and writing. She also enjoys traveling, cooking, great wine and sharing a laugh with friends and family.

You can usually find her on Facebook or Twitter. Stop by for a chat.

Contact Details:

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Email: kim@kimberlyquinton.com

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Enjoy the following excerpt for Her Wish Before Christmas:

“Are you the one leaving bloody footprints in the store? Your grandmother’s going to have a heart attack.” The man stared down at her, holding the door open with one arm, the lamp base in the other. He rested the plastic appendage against the doorframe and took a step closer, his face clear in the light of the workroom.

“Connor?”

“Let me have a look.” He knelt and grabbed her foot and held on tight when she tried to tug it back.

“Ouch.” She pulled her foot away from his prodding.

“Sorry. Cut’s not too deep. A Band-Aid and some Neosporin is all you need.”

Connor O’Rourke? The Connor O’Rourke? Twelve years hadn’t changed him much. Except he turned into a man. And one fine man at that.

Jesus, did he grow after college? His arms and chest sure had.

Heat blazed a fire across her cheeks when her roaming gaze met his. Same cocky grin. Embarrassment couldn’t stop her from comparing this Connor with the then Connor. His hair was cut shorter, but the rich chestnut color hadn’t dulled. No hint of gray at the temples, no balding either. So that night of drunken cursing for him to grow fat and ugly didn’t take. Figures. What’s the use of gypsy blood if my curses don’t work?

“I didn’t know you were in town,” she asked, proud she had kept the hysterical out of her voice.

“I wasn’t until this week. I’m setting up a practice at the new clinic down the street.” He stood and helped her up from the floor.

Connor F’ing O’Rourke back in town and looking too delicious by half. She licked her lips and swallowed at the sudden dryness in her mouth. The hurt and anger returned with a swift jab to her heart rivaling the sting of glass in her foot. The feelings so fresh, like she was eighteen again and waiting for the proposal that never came. Don’t go there. You’re over him.

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Book Spotlight ~ Unforgivable by J. Hali Steele

Nola Lester finally had enough of life in the city's fast lane. She needed to get away, get back to her roots, but tending a wounded hunter whose controlling and charismatic personality triggered strange desires threatened Nola's plans. Perhaps changing her agenda may not be such a bad idea.

Rand Mitchell anticipated relaxing in the secluded mountains he felt drawn to year after year. There would be no rescuing animals or hunting humans, just peace and quiet while searching for clues to explain the mystery of who he is. Instead, Rand found himself ensnared by a sharp-tongued spitfire more than willing to provide a diversion.

Neither of them knew what a deadly creature she held in the palm of her hand.

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Sensuous Promos Book Spotlight ~ Everything He Wants

1Night Stand

Everything He Wants

by Megan Slayer

Trace has almost everything he wants—a great job and a well-ordered life, but he’s ready for more—the right guy to share it with. A chance meeting after a hockey game with the man of his dreams spurs him on to turn to the one source he knows will help him out—Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service.

Jeremy can’t forget the difficult childhood and subsequent bad decisions he made while trying to forget it. He wants the gorgeous air traffic controller, but he’s afraid his past will get in the way like it always does. If all Madame Eve can give them is one night…he’ll take it.

With Eve’s help, can the men forge the relationship they both want, or will they crash and burn?

Everything He Wants

1Night Stand

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About the Author:

When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk.

Contact Details:

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Email: theauthormeganslayer@gmail.com

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Twitter:  https://twitter.com/#!/MeganSlayer

Enjoy the following excerpt for EVERYTHING HE WANTS:

Jeremy sat in the back seat of the cab and swayed forward as it came to a quick stop opposite Club Ramrod. What a crazy name for a club. Then again, what a crazy place to meet his date. He checked the messages on his phone one more time. Sure enough, the same email from Madame Eve popped up.

Your date awaits you at Club Ramrod, located next to the Mason Players Club Hotel. Look for yellow by the bar and you will find your heart’s delight. Tell the bouncer Eve sent you.

He sighed and paid the driver with a shaky hand. His mind wouldn’t stop racing. What the hell did I get myself into? Sure, the club scene worked for him, but he hated the grind. Hated the clawing bodies and hangers-on. Crossing the street, he took his place in line. Maybe no one would recognize him. Finally reaching the club entrance, he dropped Madame Eve’s name to the bouncer.

The hulking man nodded and shuffled him to the bar. “Don’t cause a fight.”

Don’t cause a fight? Did he look like the type to cause trouble? Well, I did change my hair from green to blue tips. Jeremy snorted. Whatever. He scanned the crowd in the massive black and white bar. Men talked and laughed, some cuddled each other or sat on each other’s laps. At the far end, he spotted a flash of yellow. His heart pounded faster and his mouth went bone-dry.

“No way,” he murmured, nibbling on his lip piercing.

Trace Robeson, the man who featured in every one of his naughty fantasies, clutched a beer and hooked his thumb in his jeans front pocket. The man oozed classy sex. A faded T-shirt cradled his body like a second skin, giving teasing glimpses at the chiseled flesh underneath. His ripped jeans cupped and outlined his package and showed off his natural tan to a T.

Jeremy wobbled on his feet and thanked the gods, or Madame Eve, or whoever, for granting him his wish, and strode across the club. Making eye contact with Trace, he grinned.

“Hey, man. Good seeing you here.” Trace offered his hand.

“Yeah. It’s nice to see a friendly face.” Jeremy gestured the bartender for a beer. “I’m here to meet my destiny.”

“Are you....” Trace didn’t finish.

“Your date?” Jeremy replied. “I’m looking for a man in yellow. Don’t see too many others rocking that color, so….” Christ, he sounded so lame.

“I was told my date would find me.” Trace matched his smile. “Want to dance?”

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Book Spotlight ~ An Officer and Two Gentlemen by Missy Martine

An Officer and Two Gentlemen (MMF) 

The Wind River Pack 2

New York Officer Katherine "Kati" Mathews took a bullet in the line of duty and is now hiding out in a small town in Tennessee to recover. The head of a drug cartel wants her dead for killing his son and he has planted a spy in the area watching over her.

Synia Wind River and Kinnith Kowana were adopted into the Wind River Pack when they were young boys. Despite the fact one of them is a wolf, and one a falcon, they’re mates. When their alpha asks them to protect Kati, as a favor to a friend, they’re shocked, and pleased to discover she’s also their mate.

Things are going smoothly until Kati’s brother is kidnapped to lure her out. Will she discover out who she can trust before it’s too late to save his life?

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Kinnith’s hand lightly skimmed over the soft swell of her stomach, down the side where she was ticklish, making her giggle and squirm. “Our mate is ticklish, Synia.” He bit her lightly on her shoulder as he slid his hand between her legs. His rough fingers began to stoke the hot, moist flesh of her center. “I can’t wait to lap up all this sweet juice,” he whispered. Heat curled in her belly as she closed her eyes. She could feel her release building fast, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

“Make our mate come,” demanded Synia.

Kinnith flicked her clit, and she shoved her hips up to his hand. She began to scream as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Synia brushed the hair out of her face and leaned forward to claim her lips. He kissed her softly, stroking her tongue with his own. She felt a husky groan go into her mouth as he grew more insistent.

Synia let his hand trail down her body and join Kinnith’s at the juncture of her legs. “Your pussy feels like heaven, love. You’re sopping wet for us.” He rubbed her sensitive nub, causing little earthquakes within her. Leaning down, he licked her from her anus to her clit, then suckled lightly on the small bundle of nerves, biting it gently. Moving up her body quickly, he pulled her knees up around his hips. She wrapped her legs around him, locking her feet in the small of his back. Rolling to his side, he backed her up against Kinnith, settling a hand on her breast.

Kinnith licked her ear. “I can’t fuck you, love, because of the claiming. But I want to feel those sweet lips around my cock. Will you do that for me?”

Kati looked up at Synia. “Let me go, so I can get on top of Kinnith.” When he loosened his hold, she scrambled up to her knees. “Lay down on your back,” she told him.

Kinnith eased onto his back, spreading his legs as she crawled forward to sit between his thighs. He moaned loudly when she moved her body slowly up his, her nipples skimming his flesh. Holding his arms down, she rained kisses over his chest, neck, and face before capturing his lips with hers. She could feel Synia’s hand caressing up and down her back.

Balancing on her knees, she wrapped her hand around Kinnith’s cock. It was heavily veined and hard, pulling up toward his stomach. Leaning over, she swirled her tongue around the head, moving back when he jerked.

“Be careful, love,” Kinnith whispered. “I’m not gonna last long.”

Synia licked the area behind her ear. “As soon as you give Kinnith some relief, I’m gonna fuck your tight pussy from back here. I can’t wait much longer.”

Barely able to think, Kati licked and sucked at the bulbous head, stroking the drops of pre-cum from the slit with her tongue. She lightly cupped his balls, rolling them gently against her palm. Taking a deep breath, she slid the length of him into her mouth and began to bob her head slowly. Fingers played between her legs, making it hard to concentrate on her task. Kinnith moaned and forced more of his length between her lips. She fought against her gag reflex and swallowed around the hard shaft. Suddenly, he pulled out, clenched his fingers in her hair holding her still, and fisted his cock in his hand. Two jerks and he shot long ropes of white across his chest, his cry echoing through the house.

“I can’t wait, love.” Synia teased the head of his cock around her vaginal lips, over her clit, and finally positioned himself at her opening.

“Wait,” she cried. “What about a condom?”

Synia struggled to breathe slowly. “We don’t carry human disease, and we can’t catch anything from you. You’re not ovulating, I could smell it if you were. We could stop and wait until we can get some condoms if you want, but you’re perfectly safe with us. I swear it.”

She looked up at Kinnith, and he smiled and nodded his head. She took a deep breath. “Okay. I don’t wanna stop.”

Synia entered her in one push and began to piston his cock in and out of her wet pussy. Over and over he drove his hips into hers, and then pulled out. He tilted her head back and whispered something into her open mouth, but she couldn’t hear him anymore. She was lost in the magical feel of his body. He entered her again, sheathing his cock back in the glove of her pussy. Her orgasm broke over her in waves. She felt shattered, broken, so overwhelmed by the force of her release she was temporarily blind and deaf to all else around her.

When she regained her senses, Synia groaned and began to move faster within her, plunging in and out of her depths. She felt the jerk of his cock as his release exploded, his warm seed shooting into her depths. After a moment, he collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavy, slicked with sweat.

“Hey, guys.” Kinnith groaned. “You’re squishing me.”

Chuckling, Synia slid from Kati’s body and pulled them both to lie beside Kinnith. She relaxed in the heat of their bodies and found herself enveloped in two pairs of arms. Kinnith’s kiss was lazy and unhurried as he eased his tongue forward to gently tease hers. Moving down in the bed, they cuddled, the three of them, her sandwiched warmly between them.

“You’re safe,” Synia promised, as he kissed the back of her neck. “And you’re ours. We’ll always take care of you.”

Kati took a deep breath. What’s Daddy and Ray gonna say when they hear about this?

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Sensuous Promos Book Spotlight ~ Dragon's Breath

I Night Stand

Dragon’s Breath

by Kali Willows

Eternal suffering is the fate dealt to Roark Blackwell. A fierce protector under a curse, he longs for a woman can never have. By day, a hideous stone creature, and by night, a flesh and blood immortal, starving for the touch of a single woman. After centuries of torment, he takes his destiny into his own hands and seeks the help of Madame Evangeline. For a single night, he wants to feed his carnal cravings, but what happens when morning comes?

Living dangerously comes second nature to Kaida Lee. Struggling with her dark sexual appetite, her fiery temper and her ancient lineage makes finding an ideal match impossible. A descendent of the dragon, she has a genetic burden that no mere mortal could withstand. Having two cousins succeed in romance with the aid of their friend Madame Eve, she seeks satisfaction through the services of 1Night Stand.

Dragon’s Breath

1 Night Stand

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About the Author:

When Kali Willows isn't busy being the married mother of two, certified trainer or counselor extraordinaire, she is shadowing worlds of paranormal passion & intrigue.

Her goal in life? She has many, but her writing goal is creating emotional, compelling stories and characters you can't help but love,
hate and cheer for.

A good cup of tea with the crackling fire gets her creative juices flowing in the wee hours of the night, when the house is quiet
and she can type away to her heart's desire.

Contact Details:

Website: http://www.kaliwillows.com

Email:  author@kaliwillows.com

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Enjoy the following excerpt for Dragon’s Breath:

In answer to your question, Have you ever been in love? I would have to declare, yes, only once. My dilemma is, she doesn’t know. Every night, I protect her from afar. Every day, she confides to me her innermost secrets. I could never love another, but I can by no means have her. At least, not in the traditional happily-ever-after sense. Over the years, I have watched her struggle to find her special someone, and she remains unmatched in character, integrity, and strength. Her beauty is timeless.

This application comes with a very unorthodox request. I recognize you protect the identity of your clients but this remarkable lady confessed to me she has sought your services for a one-night stand. She fears she will never find devotion, and her heart hardens with every day that passes.

Madame Evangeline, I request your help to gain temporary relief. For a single night—and it must be in the hours of darkness—I seek to be with the woman I cherish. Even if it means the end of me, those moments with her would be the most fulfilling of my existence.

Kindest Regards,

Roark Blackwell

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Sensuous Promos Book Spotlight ~ Have Yourself a Marine Christmas

Always a Marine

Have Yourself a Marine Christmas

by HEATHER LONG

Rebel with a holiday…

Ryan Edward Brun—Rebel to his friends—has always loved Christmas. Whether raising money for Toys for Tots, delivering presents dressed up like Santa Claus or driving his platoon crazy with Christmas ‘surprises.’ He never lacked for Christmas spirit—until he lost his legs to an IED.

Operation Good Cheer…

Noël Torres has watched over Rebel for months, holding his hand when he wanted to give up, and bullying him when he got lazy. But with Christmas right around the corner and decorations filling every room in their wing of Mike’s Place, the barren oasis Rebel surrounds himself in breaks her heart. He won’t call his family, he’s not sending out cards, he won’t pull any pranks—she decides to get this Marine back into the holiday action.

An elf on a mission…

With the help of some kids, a few good Marines, and Santa Claus and Noël is determined to give Rebel a very Marine Christmas…

Have Yourself a Marine Christmas

Always a Marine

Release Date: November 26, 2013 – All Links Pending Release

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About the Author:

National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.

Contact Details:

Website: http://www.heatherlong.net

Email: heather@heatherlong.net

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/HeatherLongAuthor

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/HVLong

Enjoy the following excerpt for Have Yourself a Marine Christmas:

Jingle Bell Rock blasted through the speakers and more than one voice jammed out to the familiar tune, echoing the song up and down the hall. The music still invaded his room, even after one of the nurses had closed the door for him. Rebel thumbed the volume louder on the television, hoping to mute the insidious little ditty before it wormed farther into his brain.

A cramp fisted in his thigh and Rebel dropped the remote, digging his fingers into the recalcitrant muscle. He gritted his teeth and a hiss of air escaped—his only concession to the pain radiating up from his calf to pinch his quadriceps. It’s all in your head, Marine. Suck it up. He had no calf muscle to cramp.

Because he had no damn calves.

Staring steadily at the news report offered him a grim distraction. Trouble in the Baltics and civil war raging in an African nation earned top news bites. Somewhere, someone always hurt worse than he did. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he tried to distract himself, but the thunk of the faux foot on wood didn’t have the same effect.

The door opened, adding fresh punch to his misery as Frosty the Snowman followed behind the luscious, caramel-skinned torturer who looked after him.

“Close the damn door.” He regretted the snarl the moment it passed his lips. The aggravating pain in his quad wouldn’t let go and had begun to radiate up his back. Flattening his prosthetic foot had zero effect and the socket friction on his skin compounded by the damn song replicating like a virus across the walls of his mind.

“Good afternoon to you, too.” Noel Torres pushed the door closed with a thump.  “Cramps?” She didn’t wait for his answer before crossing the room and adding her nimble fingers to the job. Seizing his thigh in both hands, she dug her thumbs right into the center of the knot, brutalizing him with a fresh wave of agony. “You know the drill, Rebel.” Snappy and crisp, her eyes clashed with his. “Breathe.”

He could no more ignore the order than he could the heady scent of her perfume—not that he was expert in such matters. Noel’s was an exotic, distinctly feminine scent he associated only with her, and for the last year it had been his salvation. Deep breaths calmed his racing heart as her thumbs continued to apply pressure to the violent spasm seizing his muscle until bit-by-bit, it eased.

“Breathe,” she ordered him. “In for four. Hold. Out for four.”

Struggling to follow the command, he kept his attention on her. Dressed in deep yellow polo shirt that truly brought out her skin tone, and her long black hair pulled back in a severe ponytail, she looked all of twelve years old.

Yeah, if twelve looked hot and edible…. He scowled at the new direction his mind wandered and Noel squeezed his thigh. A burning lance of sensation stabbed him and then the muscle let go entirely and he wanted to weep.

“You’re holding your breath again.” She frowned, but shifted her grip on his thigh and begun to massage it.

Reminded, he exhaled a hard sigh. “Hurts like a bitch.”

“Of course it does, you’re tense and getting worked up. You know your mood has as much of an effect on your recovery as your exercise regimen.” Disapproval hung off the last two words and Rebel huffed. “And don’t you take that impatient note with me. Did you really think they wouldn’t tell me you skipped physio three days this week?”

“I was tired.” He tried to look around her, but she only adjusted her firm touch to knead the taut muscles of his other thigh.

“Bullshit. Your physio is not an option. Get a grip on your panties, Marine. You don’t get to play the I’m-too-tired card. We put a pin in that one months ago.”

Three months before, he’d been in the midst of a black depression and slept day in and day out. He refused to go to therapy, refused to engage with his psych evaluation, and damn near ended up on forced medication. Noel hadn’t allowed him the luxury of mind-numbing drugs. Instead, she’d all but dragged him out of bed, helped him into a wheelchair and took him for a walk in the park—pushing him around like a baby in a pram. Humiliating—but effective. He returned to therapy the next day—and she’d smiled at him.

The soothing stroke of her fingers unlocked the tension in his gut. “How was your trip?” he asked. Maybe distraction would work.

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CONTEST + Book Spotlight ~ The Runaway by Nephylim

Ciarrai is running away from a past that’s still breathing down his neck. Jack has no past, his memory wiped in the accident that killed his parents. They meet and their lives move forward like stones skimming the surface of the water, dipping into memories that want to surface and those that want to lie buried forever.

Together, they struggle to come to terms with what happened in the past and where they want to go in the future, but can Jack cope with a man who likes to dress in leather mini-skirts and silk kimonos? Can Ciarrai trust Jack with the secrets of his past; secrets he can’t escape, secrets that are snapping at his heels?

When those secrets catch up, forcing Ciarrai back to the life he’d left, a life that was slowly draining his life away, he and Jack’s love is both threatened and tested by forces from without and within.

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Sensuous Promos Book Spotlight ~ A Dance with Death by Louisa Bacio

A Dance with Death 

She’s a classic… 

After recovering from an injury and uncertain of her future in the world of dance, ballerina Isabella treats herself to a dating service–some frolicking between the sheets before she decides what to do with the rest of her life is just the jeté her heart and mind needs.

He’s a bit more modern…

A successful music video choreographer, Raul is constantly surrounded by gorgeous dancers. But his life lacks a vitality and depth he needs to fuel his creative passion. He turns to a 1Night Stand to discover inspiration.

A dance between life and death…

When an accident threatens to cancel the evening of romance, Isabella and Raul will have to dance to a new beat. Can a dance with death change fate?

A Dance with Death

1Night Stand

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About the Author:

A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.

Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, hermit crabs and rolly pollies. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.

Contact Details:

Website http://www.louisabacio.com

Email: louisabacio@yahoo.com

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Enjoy the following excerpt for A DANCE WITH DEATH:

If Raul had met Isabella before that moment, he would have remembered her. She moved with the gait of a lifelong dancer. Elegant. No wonder ballerinas were described with terminology such as a gazelle. He worked with pop stars and modern artists so often, he’d forgotten the beauty of the more simple pleasures. Isabella seemed to shun simple. She embodied grace, refined and fragile.

Where had that thought come from? Despite being in dance—way back in the day—and working as a choreographer and producer, Raul’s image of himself was tilted, off-centered. He lacked agility—an ogre, a brute who would break the porcelain figurine the minute he got her between the sheets. His hard-on raged at the thought of her lithe body stripped bare, wriggling beneath him. Oh, he’d have to go slowly and gently, but she’d scream his name before the night ended. He could use the little ego boost and extracurricular activity.

She watched him, and he grew tired of the stalemate. Time slipped away, too precious to waste on the monotony of hard feelings.

“You need to loosen up.”

She opened her mouth, a line creased her forehead, and he moved, kissing her.

Full lips. His arm slipped around her waist and held her firm against him. She squirmed in his embrace, but soon her lips became more pliant, she leaned into his body, and let out a soft moan.

“That’s more like it,” he said, releasing her. “We need to spend more time kissing than arguing. Deal?”

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Sensuous Promos Book Spotlight ~ The Virgin Madam

Girls and Guns

The Virgin Madam

by Shiloh Saddler

After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the can-can for her each night...at least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent Madame from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?

The Virgin Madam

Girls and Guns

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About the Author:

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

Contact Details:

Website: http://shilohsaddler.blogspot.com/

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Enjoy the following excerpt for THE VIRGIN MADAM:

Time for the can-can show. My heart palpitated in anticipation. Shamelessly I watched the four women file on stage in their long matching red skirts and black stockings. A red feather in their hair.

Mr. Woodson finished the intro music. I gave him a small smile and nod before returning my attention to the women. I let out a quiet sigh. They were all beauties. When I was younger I cried myself to sleep wishing I had their figure; now full grown, I had given up on that dream. I wasn’t tall and leggy like Lulu. I wasn’t as curvy as Rose. I didn’t have Amanda’s fiery red hair or Delilah’s flawless complexion. I was just average.

The black silk chokers around their necks helped draw attention to their faces and lower to their breasts. The ladies grabbed their skirts and walked to the edge of the stage, swishing their skirts suggestively and showing off their white bloomers. Many men let out cheers or said lewd comments. Ash rushed in and grabbed a seat. He leaned back in his chair put two fingers to his lips and let out a shrill whistle. Like me, he caught as many performances as he could. The bastard had become a regular fixture in Bitterroot Flats, easily partaking in the entitlements. Including murder. He must have had a past with Fletcher. Done jobs together, maybe even served time together.

I had to put up with him. But I didn’t have to pretend to like him. I seared his back with a fiery stare, hoping he could feel my anger.

I wish I never had to see Ash again. I wish I had the power to ban him from the Honey Ranch. The power to keep him from Amanda would be some satisfaction, but the Fletcher Gang owned the town. Ash could do whatever he damn pleased and I was powerless to stop him.

Ash wasn’t going to spoil the show for me. I focused on the women, their every seductive move. The dancers turned around in place before prancing around the stage in a small circle, flashing the gentlemen big smiles. Their faces, heavily painted with rouge and lip paint, glowed under the stage’s lighting. A thrill zipped through me when they formed a line again and started their high kicks. Some of the men clapped, keeping time with the music. Others tapped their empty beer glasses on the tables. The rowdy atmosphere didn’t bother me anymore. The scent of beer and whiskey wafted through the air, mixing with the smell of sweat, horses, and the honeysuckle perfume the ladies wore. I easily tuned out the men, my attention narrowing to the women working the stage as if their lives depended on it. How they managed to dance so well in those high-heeled black boots I’d never know. They helped show off their legs, though. And I could drool over all those legs. Heat and desire burning in my belly, I hoped no one could read my dirty thoughts.

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