Sunday, March 27, 2016

Love Comes To Light by: Andrew Grey w/ Guest Post & Giveaway

Title: Love Comes to Light    
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Senses Series
Genre:  M/M, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Mar 18 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Artist Arik Bosler is terrified he might have lost his creative gift in the accident that left his hand badly burned. When he’s offered the chance to work with renowned artist Ken Brighton after winning a contest, Arik fears his injury will be too much to overcome.
He reluctantly travels to Pleasanton to meet Ken, where he runs into the intimidating Reg Thompson. Reg, a biker who customizes motorcycles, is a big man with a heart of gold who was rejected by most of his family. Arik is initially afraid of Reg because of his size, however it’s his heart that warms Arik’s interest and gets him to look past the exterior to let down his guard.
But Arik soon realizes that certain members of Reg’s motorcycle club are into things he can’t have any part of. Reg can’t understand why Arik disappears until he learns Arik’s injury was the result of his father’s drug activity. Though neither Reg nor Arik wants anything to do with drugs, the new leadership of Reg’s club might have other ideas.

“Let’s take a break,” Connor called after the saw whined down once again.
“Good idea,” Reg agreed. Patrick nodded and grabbed a bottle of water, then left the room. Reg followed him with his gaze, waiting until he’d left to ask, “What’s with that kid who’s staying with them?”
Connor shrugged. “I just met him, but I saw the way he acted.”
“Like he wanted to crawl inside a wall to get away from me. He stopped at the station for gas, and I expected him to make a run for it any second, acting like a scared rabbit.” Reg grabbed two bottles of water from the cooler and handed one to Connor.
“Did you see his hand?” Connor asked. “Maybe that has something to do with it. Those burns aren’t that old.” Connor grinned. “And let’s face it, you don’t project love and happiness, or have little bluebirds landing on your fingers.”
“Fuck no, I’m not a princess,” he growled and then sighed. “But that kid is cute as a button.” Reg knew it would be best if he put Arik out of his mind. The guy was scared as hell of him.
“Yeah, the growliness is the perfect way to keep the kid from running for the hills.”
Reg did it again. “I am who I am. Never claimed or tried to be anything but.” If he was big and strong, then no one messed with him and that was just fine. He’d taken more than his share of shit in his life, and he was done with that. “I’m going to hit the head. I’ll be back in a few, and we can finish this project.” He checked his watch. He had to be back at the gas station by six, but that should leave plenty of time to get this project done.
Reg knew the way. He went to the restroom off the entrance, waving to Claire, who was sitting behind the desk, as he passed. She was a biker chick at heart, and when he stopped by, they usually talked Harleys for a few minutes. He pushed the restroom door open and went inside. After taking care of business, he washed his hands and pulled the door open. Childish laughter rang through the hall. Reg glanced at Claire, who pointed to the activity room. More laughter followed, and Reg followed the sound. He peeked into the room.
“Mr. Reg!” Bobbie Jo raced over to him. “I heard you working.” She imitated the saw. “I didn’t bother you because that’s going to be my room when you’re all done.” She grinned, showing her missing front teeth. He lifted her into his arms and watched as Arik turned toward him and then quickly looked away again. “He’s showing us how to draw a bunny.” She pointed to a paper on the table, all smiles and unbridled energy.
“That’s great, sweetheart,” Reg said, carrying her back to her place.
“He has a hurty hand like me. See?” she said, pointing to Arik and then lifting her own right hand.
“Does it hurt today?” Reg knew she sometimes dealt with a lot of pain, particularly after the surgeries or when she was having a growth spurt.
“Nope.” She smiled and wriggled her thumb and the next two fingers. That alone was a miracle and a half, as far as Reg was concerned. Bobbie Jo’s little fingers hadn’t grown right and ended up twisted and curled. She’d had surgery on three of her fingers to correct it, and there were still two to go.
“That’s good, honey,” he said, setting her back in her chair and handing her the pencil.
“I’ll drawed a bunny for you,” she said and looked to Arik. “Would you tell me again?”
“Sure,” Arik said gently, but Reg felt his gaze on him and saw the fear and nervousness in his eyes.
Reg thought about leaving the room, but that would upset Bobbie Jo, so he knelt on the floor next to her to seem less threatening… he hoped.
“First you draw the face,” Arik said, going slowly as he demonstrated, letting the others keep up. “Then the ears.” He drew the first one. As he made the second ear, the pencil dropped from his hand, rolling along the table and onto the floor in front of Reg. He picked it up and held it out to Arik, who looked at it as though it were on fire. Then Arik slowly reached for it, gently taking it from Reg’s fingers. “Thank you.”
Reg nodded, and Arik continued with the lesson. “That’s so good.”
Bobbie Jo’s tongue stuck out slightly as she concentrated, making the shapes Arik showed her. It didn’t look as fluid as his, but Bobbie Jo was obviously pleased as punch as she added the whiskers.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Remember Me by: Nanea Knott w/ Interview

 Title: Remember Me
Author: Nanea Knott
Series: Sex Demon Series (#1)
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: February 19 2016
Edition/Formats: eBook
Will He Remember?
Greg Stewart is a smart detective. He’s been following suspicious cases from nearby areas. His gut tells him they’re related. He’s assigned to investigate a car accident. Digging into the details, he finds his victim is connected to the cases he’s been following. Now he needs answers. The first person he questions is Willow Harris, a friend of his accident victim. She’s smart, sexy, and definitely hiding something.
Willow Harris is a lonely succubus searching for her mate. He’s the only man who will remember having sex with her. She’s trying to help the sexy detective solve his case, but she has to be careful. Greg is human. He can never know sex demons are not just myth.

Greg keeps pushing for answers. Willow relents and tells him everything knowing that after she sleeps with him, he won’t remember anything she said, or will he?

He had been dreaming of her, all of her. Her legs, her hips, and her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He groaned under the spray of hot water. He was back to rocking some serious wood. He fisted his shaft and stroked to ease the pressure. He let the fantasy in his head run wild as the hot water ran over his skin. He figured if he could just get her out of his system now, he would behave like an adult later.
In his mind, he saw her naked lying on her side on his bed, her silky hair spread out over his pillow. Her smooth bare skin glowed with the light of the moonlight coming through the window, a cool breeze caressing her skin raising goose bumps all over her. She smiled at him and patted the bed next to her.
“Come keep me warm,” she said.
He leaned over her while fully dressed and gave her a gentle kiss on her sensuous lips. They were warm and lush. The taste of her filled his senses. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her deepening the kiss. He ran his hands over her soft skin learning every curve of her body. He allowed himself to immerse himself in her, her scent, taste, and touch. He was drowning in her and he hoped rescue never came.
The taut pink nipples on her creamy breasts were rubbing against his shirt, and he wanted nothing more than to be skin to skin with her. He drew back from her long enough to tear the clothes from his body. The buttons on his shirt flew everywhere. He didn’t care. All he cared about was being inside her.
She watched him appreciating the view once all of him was revealed. He wasn’t good enough for her, but he would do anything to be worthy of her.
He lay down next to her, and she turned to stroke his chest. Her polished nails gently scraped his skin and made him shiver. He tilted his head and took her mouth again. Her lips were incredibly soft; he could kiss her for hours. He would remember the taste of her for the rest of his life. He licked her full bottom lip. She groaned and panted. He took advantage of her breathlessness. He was nearly breathless himself. She held all the air in the room inside her, and he was desperate for a single breath. His tongue swept in and kissed her deeply.

Friday, March 18, 2016

Curses & Ashes by Tiffany Daune w/ Guest Post & Giveaway

Title: Curses & Ash
Author: Tiffany Daune
Series: Coral & Bone Series
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Jester Ink Press
Release Date: Jan 20 2016
Source: Author & RBTL Book Promotions for Blog Tour & Honest Opinion

Discover the spellbinding sequel to Coral & Bone…

A demented twin sister, a demon hijacking her powers, and a mysterious journal filled with more questions than answers—Halen needs her Guardian Dax more than ever. But if she confides in Dax, she fears he will never forgive her, not after all he sacrificed to help her vanquish Asair. Halen drowned Asair in a tornado of wings—at least, she thought she killed him. Why then does his mocking voice snake through her thoughts, enticing her to surrender her power? Maybe she screwed up—big time—but she will never allow Asair to control her magick. And when Etils' fires threaten the Earth, suspicions surrounding Asair's death rise, igniting restlessness within the realms. Her life in balance, Halen must race time, purge the demon's soul before flames consume the Earth or the Tari strike first.

The wolf from the shadows flashed through her mind, and her breath caught. Her grip tightened on the handle. Suddenly, the door swept open and a heavyset man with a white bakery box pushed past, wedging between her and the boy. She scooted inside the bakery and slammed the door at once, but when she peered out the window, the boy with the razor-sharp teeth had vanished. She pressed her nose to the glass. Where had he gone? She couldn’t even see the man with the bakery box, either. The entire street was empty.
A cool breeze blew at her back, sending shivers along her skin.
She spun around. The cakes and breads were gone and she now stood in a narrow room. If she spread her arms, she was sure she could touch both walls with her fingertips. Cages of birds lined the walls above, spiraling up to the endless ceiling, which seemed high enough to touch the stars. Golden canaries chirped noisily, pastel budgies paced their perches, pigeons cooed, and a raven peered at her through glassy eyes. It cawed, flapping its wings, and she jumped back, pressing her spine against the door.
Candles set in brass sconces flickered dangerously close to the birds’ cages. A putrid odor, a mix of acrid bird crap and heavy patchouli incense, cut the air. Her hand scrabbled with the door handle, but the knob would not turn. She tugged harder. Her heart thrummed in her ears as the birds competed with chirps and whistles.
As she reached to cover her ears, her elbow knocked the edge of one cage. It swung, and the budgies flapped their wings violently, swaying the cage. The budgerigars’ cage bumped the caged canaries and they too fluttered, so their cage knocked the finch’s cage beside it; and so like dominoes the cages were all set in motion with screeching birds.
“Stop the racket or I’ll eat you all at once!” A bald woman, with skin so dark she could have been born of the night itself, pushed open a door across the room. Halen had not even noticed another entrance or exit amongst all the cages, yet there she stood, her golden eyes wide, scanning the birds, until her gaze settled on Halen. “What’s this we have here?”
Her voice was husky and smoky, curling seductively, like a song to lure prey. It rang with familiarity in Halen’s mind, sending an earie chill in the marrow of her bones.
Halen’s shoulder blades pressed harder against the glass as the woman stepped from the doorway. She wore a robe of purple silk that swept her ankles. Her dewy skin glistened in the dim flickers of light.
Why had Asair’s instincts led her to this place? She was mistaken to trust his memories. Had he tricked her once more?
“How did you summon this place?” the woman asked.
Halen’s lips felt stitched, her throat dry. “I didn’t.” She cleared her throat. “I was hungry. I thought I would buy a treat.”
The woman tilted her chin toward the birds. The dolman sleeve of her robe cascaded to her elbow as she stretched for the tarnished lock on one of the cages. Unlocking the latch with the hook of her long black fingernail, she reached inside. The budgerigar hopped onto her finger, pecking the tip of her dark nail. Being careful not to rock the cage, she coaxed the little bird out. Her eyes narrowed as she offered Halen the bird. “Is this your idea of a treat?”

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