Saturday, April 19, 2014

Celebrate!


IN FROM THE COLD, my next 1Night Stand for Decadent Publishing releases on Friday!

I'm so excited!

And thrilled to announce that all my Sleepy Hollow series 1Night Stand stories are going on sale for 99 cents, at the Decadent Publishing site, and on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and ARe!  Tomorrow through May 4!

And there may be another surprise or two in store!

Celebrate with me!

Spook Raines is a burnt-out spy who doesn’t know he’s a fire demon with a hot-as-sin twin in Sleepy Hollow.

Geneviève Mortimer is a will o' the wisp who hunts demons to ease the pain of her troubled past.

When Madame Eve brings them together for a torrid 1Night Stand, will they be able to come in from the cold at last?



Spook and Genny can stand on their own...but the characters from LIGHTNING, THUNDER, FROST and HEAT WAVE make cameo appearances. Don't you want to catch up with all the sexy paranormal doings in Sleepy Hollow? Visit...and fall under the spell...

 


 


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Zee Monodee's LIGHT MY WORLD

LIGHT MY WORLD

Book 2 of Zee Monodee's Island Girls trilogy, a New Adult, multiracial romance from Decadent Publishing.
 
The Island Girls trilogy follows the 3 Hemant sisters – Lara, Neha, Diya – over the span of the 2000-2010 decade, chronicling the changing face of the Mauritian society over that crucial period.
 
Blurb:
 It is a truth universally acknowledged that to find a prince, a girl has to kiss a few frogs along the way. But what happens when a modern-day princess comes across…an ogre?
So what if a girl has to kiss a few frogs to find her prince?
Tired of her Indian-origin mother’s relentless matchmaking, Diya Hemant is determined to find her Prince Charming on her terms. Armed with a definitive list of requirements, she is sure she’ll know her man when she meets him…
But looking and finding are two different things, especially on the tiny island of Mauritius…
When her path crosses surly British widower Trent Garrison’s, it’s hate at first sight. And though fate keeps pitting her against him, she’s certain he can’t be turned into a frog let alone a prince.
Can this modern-day princess overcome her own expectations and see beyond the ogre to the man beneath?
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About the author
Zee Monodee
Stories about love, life, relationships... in a melting-pot of culture
Zee is an author who grew up on a fence – on one side there was modernity and the global world, on the other there was culture and traditions. Putting up with the culture for half of her life, one day she decided she'd stand tall on her wall and dip toes every now and then into both sides of her non-conventional upbringing.

From this resolution spanned a world of adaptation and learning to live on said wall. The realization also came that many other young women of the world were on their own fence.
This particular position became her favourite when she decided to pursue her lifelong dream of writing – her heroines all sit 'on a fence', whether cultural or societal, in today's world or in times past, and face dilemmas about life and love.
Hailing from the multicultural island of Mauritius, Zee is a degree holder in Communications Science. She is a head-over-heels wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween son, best-buddy-stepmum to a teenage lad, an incompetent domestic goddess, eternal dreamer, and an absolute, shameless bookholic. When she isn’t penning more stories and/or managing the Ubuntu line at Decadent Publishing, you can bet you’ll find her with her nose in her tablet, ‘drinking in’ a good book.
Excerpt  

He heard more than felt the car hit the back of the SUV, which had halted in a screech of tyres. The smell of burnt rubber filled his nostrils when the calm came back. He expected the airbag to blow from the wheel, but none released.
Better and better. The car wasn’t only tiny, it didn’t even have an airbag.
A wave of concern washed over him. He wasn’t hurt. At least, he didn’t feel any pain. But what about the other driver?
However, as he stepped out of the car, the worry drained away as another, stronger emotion settled in. Anger.
What sort of inconsiderate driver stopped like that in the middle of a main road?
The bloke should be tagged as a public danger. To top it all, he was going to be late to see his children.
Bloody hell!
His tall height allowed him to peer into the vehicle without much difficulty. He swept his gaze over the top half of the interior, and puzzlement replaced his fury.
The car couldn’t be empty. Where was the driver? When had he had the time to get out of the vehicle?
Walking around to the front of the hood, Trent stopped in his tracks.
The body of an unconscious—or worse, dead—dog lay sprawled on the street. Sunlight glinted off its shiny, metal-studded collar. Must’ve been the reason behind the streak of light that had blinded him and the other driver, too, probably.
As he ran a hand in his short hair, he cursed again. How did the locals respond to accidents here? Especially when there was a death involved, even of a dog? Not something he wanted to find out, and not as a participant in this involuntary homicide.

With his hand on his mouth, he goggled at the dog that picked itself up and hobbled across to the other side of the road, before disappearing in between two rows of sugarcane.
What the hell? What was it with this strange island? Couldn’t anything be predictable on it?
The muffled opening click of a car door broke the silence, and Trent stepped back to glare at the person getting out, more like slithering out, of the SUV.
A slim pair of legs emerged and wobbled for a second after the sandal-clad feet hit the asphalt.
When the door closed, he glimpsed a short denim dress hugging a tiny frame. Straight black hair brushed the shoulders and the lapels of the collar, and framed a lovely, delicate face.
He had to blink a few times. The woman, or the girl, could pass for a life-sized doll. She stood no taller than five feet, so small he could probably encircle her waist with his hands. Her eyes were deep-set and dark, rimmed with black kohl. Her golden skin struck him as somewhat pale underneath her makeup, and she bit her full, pale lips, as if trying to work some colour into them.
“Thank God the dog is alive,” she said in a light, youthful voice. “I sure would’ve hated to have killed it. Lucky there isn’t any damage.”
Her voice reminded him of laughter, and the tinkling of fragile crystal flutes.
Shaking off the bizarre notion, a slow throb built in his blood. The overwhelming feeling settled as a twitch in his cheek, and he winced when a stab of pain shot from his clenched jaw.
No damage? What about his car? “Miss, you demolished my car.”
Nothing betrayed her cool composure when she checked out his car before staring at him again.
“Sorry, but you hit from behind. You’re at fault.”
He’d started to think that the delicate motion with her frail shoulder could topple her over, so much she seemed fragile. But the concern sputtered into outrage once her words registered. The cheek of the girl.
She’d stopped dead in the middle of the road. How the heck could it be his fault? “If it weren’t for you, none of this would’ve happened,” he snapped in a low growl.
She pursed her full lips, and jutted her pointed chin out in a fierce way as she settled her hands on her hips. Craning her slender neck to peer into his face, she stood her ground.
“Well, I should’ve killed the dog? This is what you wanted?”
“No, but—”
“And you wouldn’t have jammed into my car if you hadn’t been tailgating me.”
“I wasn’t tailgating you—”
“Yes, you were.” She poked a finger into his chest. “And you were speeding, at least a hundred where the limit is sixty.”
Could this girl be for real? “Miss, you were going faster than me, so don’t get on your high horse here.”
She poked him again. “Stop evading the issue. It’s your fault.”
Disbelief strangled his throat. She glared back, not in the least bit intimidated by the fact he towered above her by more than a foot.
At the same time, he flinched under her accusing words. Kill the dog. Right. Like he’d have wanted to kill a poor animal. What was it about this scrap of a girl that had him so ruffled?
A thought struck him. “Are you old enough to drive?”
“I’m twenty-four years old, for your information,” she said, spitting the words out at him.
So she could be held responsible for the accident. “My car is damaged, and it’s your fault.”
Blimey. They sounded like little children during kindergarten recess in the schoolyard.
He should drop this matter, deal with her like the adult he prided himself to be.
If she’d let him, though. Her dark eyes grew even darker as they narrowed on him. Fire, or ice, burnt in them. Her voice dripped with frost when she next spoke.
“I thought British men were supposed to be courteous.”
“I beg your pardon?” She’d done it again, struck him speechless. Unbelievable.
She fluttered her hand before her in an evasive gesture as she shook her head. “You know, proper British manners. Can’t say you’ve shown any so far.”
How could she sound so righteous, as if she were the injured party?
“How do you know I’m British? Does it read not-from-Mauritius somewhere on my face?”

“Your accent,” she said. “You speak just like Hugh Grant.”
Hugh Grant? That pasty-faced pin-up?

Even better. Not. “Thanks. It’s a very positive compliment.”
Trent had the pleasure of seeing his sarcasm unsettle the unnerving Miss Know-it-all. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as she glowered at him.

“You’re so….” She paused and seemed to search around for the proper word. “…obnoxious.”
And she was a brat. Nothing more.
Her barb hit home, though. He’d been called many things in his life, but this one was a first. And coming from a tiny lady like her, he didn’t know whether to laugh or be annoyed. He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’d had such a verbal joust with someone. Loath as he was to admit, but tangling with her tickled him as stimulating as the encounter unnerved him.
Blimey, he had no time to dwell upon that. He was getting late. And he itched to shut the little spoilt princess up.
“My, incredible,” he said. “A pretty head as yours came up with such a big word. I sure hope you won’t get a nosebleed from too much brain activi—”
Yes, he’d been callous, but the sight before him horrified him more. He stood there, his jaw slackening as his mouth fell open.
“What?” she asked.
He pointed at her face. “Your nose. It’s bleeding."

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Jessica Subject's HIS ALIEN VIRGIN



His Alien Virgin
A 1Night Stand story
By Jessica E. Subject
New Adult Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
ISBN: 978-1-61333-680-9

 
She is desperately seeking freedom...
 
On the eve of her twenty-first birthday, Skylar steals a ship and escapes from the planet Rebed. She refuses to be another wife for the slimy space pirate that is her betrothed. After hearing of her brothers' success, she applies to the 1Night Stand service on her way to Earth, hoping Madame Eve can find her a hero, to make her feel special, even if only one night.
 
He is trying to fit in...
 
A longtime friend to Skylar's brothers, he's always relegated her to the look and don't touch category. Though Daran traveled to Earth years ago, he still struggles to fit in on the planet. When his boss suggests a blind date, he reluctantly agrees. What would happen if anyone found out about his alien ancestry?
 
And they are not at all  meant to be together...
 
Has Madame Eve made a huge mistake, or will Daran tread into forbidden territory to be with the one woman he's always wanted, and become the hero Skylar craves? 
 
EXCERPT
 
His evening was supposed to be fun and exciting. Not filled with the worry of his companion learning of his extraterrestrial origins, or of her outing him to the world. He’d kept his hair short, to hide the feathers that grew in when his locks reached a certain length. And, each morning, he covered his exposed skin with waterproof foundation to conceal the blue tinge of his skin. But, as soon as he removed his clothing later in the night, his façade would end. He wouldn’t be able to hide his differences. Unless we stay in this part of the hotel all night. The dim lighting would make his skin color less obvious.

Perfect! He stood, his muscles finally relaxing, the tension melting away. Circling the room, he blew out every third candle. Just to be sure. In the morning, his one-night lover would leave, never knowing she’d had sex with an alien.

Daran returned to his chair, leaning back, hands behind his head. Or, if he was really lucky, he’d find an Earth woman who considered extraterrestrials to be sexy.
The door to the observatory rattled and he jumped to his feet, brushing sweaty palms across his pants. Heart pounding, he glanced up at the sky. Gods, please let this evening work out.
With a burst of light, the door opened. A woman stepped through, her long, lean body hidden in shadows. Clutching his fingers behind his back, he waited for her to move closer, needing to see her better.
A strange tingling filled him. Not good. Something’s wrong. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. I should never have agreed to this. Trying to step back, he stumbled when the message didn’t reach his feet.

His date drew nearer, her appearance becoming more defined. A silver dress hugged her body, both protecting and giving a hint of the delicious treat inside. The candlelight reflected off her wide eyes, leaving them glowing like sapphires. With most of her hair pulled back, the remaining long blue tendrils framed her face and highlighted her matching lips. But her radiant, mesmerizing eyes sparked his recognition. He knew her. His stomach sank along with all hopes for the evening.

“Oh, fuck.”

Of all the women on Earth—hell, in the universe—for him to be set up with, Madame Eve had to pick the one lover he could never have. 

Bio:
Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. And if you’re looking for something really steamy, check out her erotica stories written as Paisley Brown.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.


                            His Alien Virgin tour Giveaway

Three Grand Prizes!

#1 - $10 Amazon.com GC & book swag

#2 – Satin Sheets in Space (ebook) & book swag

#3 – Satin Sheets in Space (ebook)

SALE!

To celebrate the release of His Alien Virgin, Satin Sheets in Space has been marked down to $0.99 from March 24 to April 12.Grab a copy for yourself or a friend from:
 
 

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Alexa Bourne's BROKEN ROAD


BROKEN ROAD
By Alexa Bourne
 
 

Blurb:
Catriona MacGregor leads a quiet life, working in the local school of Glenhalish, Scotland and spending time with close friends. She’s content to sit back and be an observer of the life around her. But all that changes when a recently deceased family friend leaves her a flat in Edinburgh and challenges her to spread her wings.

With his work as an international bodyguard, Ian MacKenzie has no time for a serious, committed relationship. Yet when he comes home to Glenhalish for a visit and to clear his mind, he is drawn to down-to-earth Cat. The more time they spend together, the more he wants her.


Though they agreed to a friends-with-benefits arrangement, Cat soon discovers exactly what she wants for herself and it involves all of Ian—body, mind and soul. Their connection ambushes Ian. He’s not ready for the intensity they share.

Can this Highland lassie steer her lad back onto the right path to a love that will last a lifetime?


 Excerpt:
     Cat sat at one of the foldaway tables and sipped her wine. A pleasant breeze rolled off the loch and made the candlelight shimmer. So much laughter and chatter whooshed round her, and again her heart hung heavy. Could she give up all she had here for a new life in Edinburgh? Did she have the courage to try? What if Fiona had been wrong in her will and given Cat more credit than she truly deserved?

     Ian marched toward her, pulled her glass from her hand, and set it on the table. “Come.” With a firm but gentle grip, he tugged her out of the chair.

Where?”
“I need you to save me.” He whirled her round and pulled her close to his hard-muscled body. She pressed her palms to his chest. The heat under her fingers shot straight into her center. He wrapped his arms round her waist and eased them onto the dance floor in time to the slow rhythm of the music.
    Cat laughed. “You, a big, braw lad, need me, a wee lass, to rescue you? I find that hard to believe.” But, she was ever so grateful for whatever sent him to her. They’d always been friendly with each other, sort of like her relationship with Ewan, except…not.

He spun her round so she could see the other side of the dance floor. “See those lasses flirting with the MacDougall brothers?”
     Women with tight clothes and high-pitched laughs dangled over the makeshift bar. “What about them?”
“Two of them are trying to lay claim to me.”
“And?”
“I don’t do romantic relationships.”
“What?” Handsome, smart, strong. He had it all.
 Bio:
Alexa Bourne is a teacher by day and a romance writer by nights, weekends, and all school holidays. She also teaches online classes for writers throughout the year. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance and is thrilled to have the chance to share her stories with readers everywhere.

When she’s not concocting sinister plots and steamy love scenes or traveling and exploring new cultures, Alexa spends her time reading, watching brainless TV, and thinking about exercising. Okay, she also spends way too much time interacting with readers and writers on social media sites. But don’t tell her editors! Find out more about her and her books on her website, www.alexabourne.com.

Social Media:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlexaBourne
Website: www.alexabourne.com

Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Broken-Road-Alexa-Bourne-ebook/dp/B00I1M5216/ref=la_B007PQQMRC_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1390958010&sr=1-3

Decadent Publishing: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=898&osCsid=d32bk1l557bg13b6u8r51jeas2


 

Monday, April 7, 2014

Save the date!

    IN FROM THE COLD...
 
 April 25th.

 
A 1Night Stand Story  
Spook Raines is a burnt-out spy who doesn’t know he’s a fire demon with a twin in Sleepy Hollow.
Geneviève Mortimer is a will o' the wisp who hunts demons to ease the pain of her troubled past.
When Madame Eve brings them together for a torrid 1Night Stand, will they be able to come in from the cold at last?

Friday, April 4, 2014

Tessa Berkley's LORD HEARTLESS


Author Interview – Tessa Berkley

I’m delighted to welcome fellow Decadent Publishing author Tessa Berkley to my blog today. She’s got a brand new historical romance out, and it features one of my favorite tropes: an arranged marriage! Take it away, Tessa!

 
 
Hi, Thanks so much for the welcome. My book, Lord Heartless, is set against the backdrop of Victorian England. My hero, Lord Landon William Arthur George Montague, wins the estate of Holly Grove from the hapless drunk, Lord Charles Gilbert , who takes his own life rather than face the humiliation of eviction. Gilbert's last gesture, is to send a letter begging for mercy and asking Lord Montague for compassion to marry his daughter so she will not be cast onto the streets. The marriage is of course a surprise to the fair Lady Juliet Gilbert.

However, the dowager Countess of Broadmoor,  Landon's mother, has one in store for him. She considers this marriage real. Landon must now win the heart of his fair Juliet, who has loved him since she first saw him at sixteen. But as we know, true love doesn't run smooth. Landon has a dark secret of his own, a child born out of wedlock.

So what's up with Lord Heartless? Bad boy with a rep?
Alas, Lord Heartless is a moniker.  Lord Montague was tagged by the Ton as a man without a heart after an incident in his youth that left his family ostracized from society. You see, Lord Montague, was once innocent. He did not understand the ways and wiles of those who wished to devoid his father from his fortune.

Nearly hoodwinked into a hapless marriage by one of his father's peers, who used his daughter as a way to rise up the ladder of English success, Landon fathered a child.  When the mother refused to care for him, Landon took him in and raised him with all due privileges. The woman was sent to the states, unfortunately, the ship was lost at sea and the Ton blamed Landon's family.

Already on the outs with the Ton, he furthered his bad boy image by philandering his way through the cast off wives of the Ton, flirting and taking favors when they were freely offered. Yes, he is readily seen as a man with no heart.  

Is he a  hunk?
Lord Montague is, shall we say, roguishly handsome.
Tall and broad shouldered, he would be considered rather tall for the time period being close to six feet in height. His dark head is a riot of curls, which like their owner, refuses to be tamed. He oddly does not like facial hair. In contrast to his dark looks, Landon has eyes that rival the blue skies. A firm, sensual mouth that is forever drawn up in his trademark grin.

Who does he favor? I believe a bit of Hugh Jackman and Tom Selleck.

Yeah, so...your hero and heroine have their ups and downs.  Do they smolder and sizzle?
Their relationship is quite rocky. She doesn't believe him and he, never having seen her  ( at least to his knowledge ) is unsure what he has gotten into. He only knows that what he is doing is right, it is just, and it will somehow redeem his character. For all his boasting, Lord Montague does wish to be back in the good graces of the Ton.  Like many Victorian marriages, their first kiss takes place at their wedding.  Here's a peek....

 EXCERPT:
 
           One blink and through the brilliance of tears, a thin gold band adorned the third finger of her left hand. Still reeling over the implication, she watched detached as the minister withdrew his stole and laid it over their joined hands.

            “With God’s grace and no other objections, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

            A thousand butterflies all erupted at once beneath the stays of her corset. Juliet looked up. Would he kiss her cheek or dare he kiss her lips? His grip tightened on her hands. Did he fear she might flee? Her knees trembled. He leaned closer.

            “Do not be afraid, Lady Juliet.”

            Her lips parted and her tongue dampened the flesh to make ready. She closed her eyes and waited. The warmth of his breath bathed her skin. The caress of his lips on hers, although brief, set her body aflame. Nearly forgetting to breathe, she drew back when the kiss ended and opened her eyes, afraid she might find the  moment nothing more than a dream.

            Inches away, Lord Montague’s expression mirrored her own. His astonishment appeared genuine. He blinked and gazed at her as if seeing her for the first time.

THE EVOLUTION OF TESSA BERKLEY:
 I would  identify myself as a story teller early on. I loved reading books and rewriting them in elementary school. Later, I began to even rewrite television shows which of course, led to the invention of my characters.

I discovered romance through my mother. She was a rabid reader of Harlequin and instilled in me the glory of the use of the Library Card. We would raid the shelves then spend evenings reading the books. My mother, always warned me where the sex scenes were by leaving pieces of paper suck between the pages telling me I was too young to read this part even though I had children of my own.

It was an on line friend who suggested I begin writing for publication. She was a member of RWA and even went so far as to find my local chapter for me. I went and began learning with the likes of the late Judi McCoy and the marvelous Michelle Willingham. My usual forte are contemporary or historical cowboys. Lord Heartless is my first jab in the regency arena. 
Like most young authors, I received my share of rejections from both agents and publishers in the past thirteen years. But each rejection teaches me more and makes me reach for that brass ring. I have been very lucky to have gained publication with several epubs. I am absolutely thrilled to be with Decadent Publishing.
 
BLURB:
An arranged marriage may be the death of Lord Landon Montague, a man who earned his rude moniker, Lord Heartless, through the distaste of the Ton. When he makes plans to collect on a debt from Lord Charles Gilbert by foreclosing on Holly Grove, Gilbert commits suicide. Only then does Lord Montague learn that Lord Gilbert has left a nineteen-year-old daughter, Juliet, at his mercy.
 
Lady Juliet Gilbert suffered the stigma of suicide as best she could. But losing her home and the servants who raised her and stood by through her father's drinking would be the last straw. Unable to secure a position, Lord Montague's offer of marriage gives her hope. All she must do is produce an heir. But arriving at Broadmoor proves more taxing than she anticipated for her dark Lord already holds an heir conceived out of wedlock.

Will this doom any hope of finding happiness and label him forever Lord Heartless, or will London's society have its last laugh on Shakespeare when Montague wins his fair Juliet?

 LORD HEARTLESS is available at:

You can follow Tessa at these places:

Website: http://tessaberkley.wix.com/tessaberkleyromance

Email: tessaberkley@yahoo.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tessa.berkley.7

Twitter: https://twitter.com/tessa_berkley