Summer Read Saturday

The Preacher’s Son by Dahlia Rose

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Caleb McMullen had it all, a successful law practice and the prestige of being the small town of Jasper Tennessee’s golden boy. Being the son of the preacher man meant that everyone was looking at him to be the good guy, to marry the sweet prim and proper apple pie girl. He didn’t want to be that guy and no matter how many times he tried to break out of the mold people managed to get him back in. The only thing that kept him sane was spending time with Angelica Edwards. Everyone called her Angel and she was a spicy temptress who managed a club In Georgia.

 

When he was with her, his life felt full and happy. She was one hell of a dancer and her kisses were sugary sin. They were from two different worlds and when she showed up in Jasper to let him know he’d be a father, Angel turned the town on its ear. With her spicy  “I don’t give a fuck” attitude and sleeve tattoo, she was the last person his mother wanted him to marry let alone have a child for. But Angel gave him a choice, be the man he wanted or the man everyone expected him to be. One would give him the happiness he desired and the other would drive her away. To him the answer was easy but that didn’t mean that the road to happiness was all peaches and cream. It was littered with obstacles for them to face.

 

Summer Read Saturdays

If you love ghost stories, mysteries, the 80s (like totally) and Chris Marie Green you’ll love this book. I HIGHLY recommend this book.

Only the Good Die Young (Ghost for Hire Bk1) by Chris Marie Green

RTYou know the theory that ghosts are energy trapped when someone dies violently? It’s true. I know it for a fact…

My name is Jensen Murphy, and thirty years ago I was just an ordinary California girl. I had friends, family, a guy who might be The One. Ordinary—until I became a statistic, one of the unsolved murders of the year. Afterwards, I didn’t go anywhere in pursuit of any bright light—I stayed under the oak tree where my body was found, and relived my death, over an over. So when a psychic named Amanda Lee Minter pulled me out of that loop into the real world, I was very grateful.

So I’m now a ghost-at-large—rescued by Amanda (I found out) to be a supernatural snoop.  I’m helping her uncover a killer (not mine—she promises me we’ll get to that) which should be easy for a spirit.  Except that I’ve found out that even ghosts have enemies, human—and otherwise…

Buy Links:

Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Only-Good-Die-Young-Jensen-ebook/dp/B00DYX9ND0/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1388203458&sr=1-1&keywords=only+the+good+die+young

Mystery Galaxy:

http://www.mystgalaxy.com/book/9780451416995

Barnes and Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/only-the-good-die-young-chris-marie-green/1116096226?ean=9780451416995

Powells:
http://www.powells.com/biblio/62-9780451416995-0

 

Book Spotlight: In Your Corner by Sarah Castille

Publishers Weekly Best Summer Reads (Romance) 2014 and starred review!
BLURB:
“You have to go. I won’t be able to control myself. I’ve wanted you so bad for so long and after I’ve been in the cage…I can’t think straight.” He gives a guttural groan and his fist clenches on my hip.
Primitive. Primal. His need speaks to me. I tighten my grip on his neck and rock up to kiss him. He takes over. His kiss is hard and demanding.
“Mine.” His voice is raw, savage and for a moment I truly believe he may lose control.
 
He rules in the ring
 
Two years ago, Jake and Amanda were going hot and heavy. But when Jake wanted more, Amanda walked away. Jake immersed himself in mixed martial arts, living life on the edge. But that didn’t dull the pain of Amanda’s rejection-until a chance encounter throws them together.
A high-powered lawyer, Amanda was a no-strings-attached kind of girl. But two years after her breakup with Jake, she still hasn’t found anyone who gets her heart pumping the way he did. And then he shows up in her boardroom, hot as sin and needing help…
 
But can he rule her heart?
Jake is darker, sexier, and impossible to resist. As their chemistry builds, Amanda’s not sure if she can stay in control, or if she’s finally willing to let him claim her body and soul.
Excerpt: In Your Corner
 
“Don’t move.”Totally immersed in painting the cupboard, I freeze mid–paint stroke at the sound of Jake’s deep voice behind me.“What? Am I doing something wrong?”

He closes the distance between us and runs his finger along the back waistband of my gym pants, sending delicious tingles up my spine. Then he slides his hands around my waist, bared by the rise of my T-shirt as I stretch to reach the top of the cupboard with my paintbrush.

“Yes. You look too damn sexy. Do you know what it does to a man when he catches a glimpse of something he isn’t meant to see?”

“I hope it makes him tell the woman she can call off the panic attack and drop her arm,” I mutter as I do just that. “I also hope it makes him decide his hands might be of better use somewhere other than around her waist.”

Jake slides his fingers around to my stomach, resting them just over my mound and his voice drops to a low growl. “I could make use of them here.”

“So says the man who turned down a good offer just the other night at Redemption.” I remove his hands and turn to face him, putting on a brave face while inside I seethe. Who does he think he is coming on to me after brushing me off?

“No games, Jake. You made your position clear. I got that. I’m not interested in being screwed around.”

He presses his hands against the cupboard on either side of my head, caging me with his body. “What are you interested in?”

“Moving on,” I say honestly.

His pulse throbs in his neck and his eyes harden. “With whom?”

“No one right now.”

He gives a satisfied grunt as if I had just cleared up a question in his mind. “Everyone is out back having a good time. You should be there too.”

“There’s a lot of work to do. I want to get it done. The faster I open shop, the faster I can start my lawsuit against Farnsworth.” I slip under his arm and edge along the counter.

“You’ve been working since six o’clock this morning.”

Grabbing a clean cloth from the counter, I make an effort to wipe the grease off my face. “I’m used to working twenty-hour days. I’m not afraid of hard work.” But I am afraid of mercurial fighters who run hot one minute and cold the next.

His face softens, and he takes the cloth from my hand and holds it under the tap. The pipes gurgle when he turns the rusty faucet and water gushes out, skimming over the cloth and trickling into the sink below. Without warning, he lifts me and settles me on the counter.

“You don’t have to work like that anymore.” His voice is calm, soothing. I am momentarily lulled out of work mode and into heat mode as he eases his hips between my legs and reaches to turn off the faucet. “It’s Saturday night. Time to relax and have fun.” With a firm hand, he cups my jaw and then wipes the cloth gently over my nose, forehead, and cheeks.

His gentle touch, the warmth of his hand, his breath, minty and sweet, and his hard body nestled between my thighs all converge in an unbearable rush of sensation. I grab his wrist, forcing his hand away.

“Jake…I’m good. Really. There’s so much to do. I’ll come out when I’m done and I’ve cleaned myself up.”

“I like you this way,” he murmurs. “You look…cute. Real.”

“Real?”

He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Amanda without the armor. Your clothes, hair, makeup…nothing is perfect. It’s just the real you. I never got to see the real you before.”

Torn between being mortified and pleased, I reach for another cloth. “Real Amanda is covered in dirt and has holes in her sweats.”

He traces a finger down my throat to rest in the hollow at the base of my neck. The room heats to one hundred degrees, and if I’m not mistaken, I hear the sound of my blood boiling.

“I like holes in sweats.” His voice drops, husky and low, and his finger continues its downward journey into the vee of my shirt.

“Jake…”

He traces lightly over the crescent of my breast. “I like dirty girls,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t stay away.”

Oh God. Every bit of warmth rushes to my center as his deep, sensual voice ignites one of my dark fantasies. Jake, straddling my bound body, growling commands, telling me what he’s going to do to me in the filthiest language I know. A soft moan escapes my lips and we’re back on the roller coaster again.

“This game you’re playing confuses me.” His heart beats strong against my palm when I lay my hand over his chest.

“Me too.”

“Then what are you doing?”

His eyes take on a feral gleam and my breasts tingle.

“Playing dirty,” he growls. Tangling his hand in my hair, he tugs my head back, exposing my throat to the heated slide of his lips. “Sometimes you have to stop thinking too much and just go with it.”

My breath comes in short pants as he sucks gently on the pulse at the base of my throat. Barely able to form a coherent thought for the pounding of blood in my temples, I scramble for sanity. “There’s too much between us to just go with it. We need to talk…”

His hand closes in my hair, twisting roughly. “Lawyers talk. You don’t look like a lawyer now. You look fucking sexy, and your mouth is all lush and pink and needing to be kissed. You want to talk, Amanda, or you want that kiss?” He nips the hollow at the base of my neck.

Pleasure and pain meld together and I whimper as a heated rush of sensation floods my veins. “Kiss.”

Jake smiles. “My dirty girl wants a dirty kiss.” Holding my face, he slants his mouth over mine and kisses me.

Soft kiss. Sweet kiss. Warm, firm lips tasting faintly of coffee. His five o’clock shadow brushes my chin as his tongue eases my lips open to stroke against mine. My body melts against him as he explores my mouth, leaving nothing untouched. Tongues wind and tangle. Two years of fantasies coalesce in a single rasping breath.

“’S not so dirty,” I mumble against his lips.

“Oh, you don’t know how dirty I can be.” Jake grips my hair and tugs my head back with a firm, hard yank, sending little bolts of lightning straight to my core. Then he kisses me hard and fast. Rough. His teeth scrape my bottom lip as his tongue dives deep, filling me, taking what I have to give and demanding more. The pounding of my heart shifts from lust to fear as he consumes me, and for a moment I worry he has forgotten I need to breathe.

When he breaks the kiss, I draw in a long, ragged breath. “You never kissed me like that before.”

“You were never like this before,” he murmurs, his fingers easing up my shirt, his thumb tracing over the crescent of my breasts. “Raw and open, vulnerable, needing my help. So fucking real.”

My breath catches in my throat as he explores, cupping and squeezing my breasts and then teasing my nipples through my lace bra until they are tight, aching peaks.

“My clothes. Take them off.”

BIO

 

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sarah Castille, worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes erotic contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them.

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Other books in the series:

The first book in the series (all standalone stories), Against the Ropes, was a Publishers Weekly Top Ten Pick for Romance & Erotica for Fall 2013 and was also a #1 Erotic Romance Best seller on Amazon. It also won the JABBIC contest for sexiest cover http://bit.ly/1k87FTh

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New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author
www.sarahcastille.comAGAINST THE ROPES - #1 Erotic Romance Best Seller

YIELD TO ME in UNRAVELED - New York Times Best Seller
BARELY UNDERCOVER - Must Read Erotic Romance of the Year 
RIDING DESIRE - New York Times Best Seller

Music Monday: 07/14/14

This song has become stuck in my head thanks to the Nissan Sentra commercial/

 

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The Commercial:

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Billy Idol- Mony Mony

Linkage: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAmgTNATJkk

 

Commercial Linkage:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJ56ckO2w8Y

Summer Read Saturday

Awakening by Cassandra Carr

AwakeningBlurb:
Vanessa Clark is doing a research paper for one of her last classes – Psychology of Sex – before receiving her Bachelors’ degree. Once she discovers the topic of BDSM, everything else pales in comparison. But where will she learn about it? The Internet has its limits, and Vanessa needs to talk to real-life practitioners of BDSM to really understand the lifestyle and write about it.
Will Astin, who serves as a dungeon master at a local BDSM club, doesn’t expect to find a gorgeous, irresistible young woman when he agrees to a meet and greet with a college student as a favor to the club’s owner. Even better, she’s interested in learning about BDSM for what he suspects are more than scholarly reasons, and Will decides he’s just the man to teach her about it, hopefully claiming her for his own.
Will and Vanessa begin a journey which teaches both of them there’s more to BDSM than meets the eye. In the process, they grow closer, but when Will’s job puts him in the line of fire – literally – their roles are reversed and Vanessa has to take charge. Can they handle the rapid shift in their burgeoning dynamic, or is their relationship doomed?
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Music Mondays: 07/07/14

I saw this performed on the CMT Awards and the song just inspired all sorts of Plot Bunnies. Love Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood. Enjoy! Happy July!

Miranda Lambert with Carrie Underwood- Somethin’ Bad
Linkage: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=96id0511yHM

Happy Monday!

Se

Summer Reads Saturdays

Let’s kick off July with some sexy cowboys from Ca Johnson!
Thrown400X600THROWN (Studs in Spurs, Book 6) by Cat Johnson
Skeeter Anderson was born to ride bulls. He bypassed college to shoot straight to the top of the elite pro tour, but lately all he can seem to do is hit the dirt.
Unwilling to admit his career might be over at twenty-one, Skeeter brainstorms a bull-riding boot camp with his buddies, which will put him closer to a girl who’s caught his eye—a stock contractor’s daughter called Riley.
Warning: Contains cowboy yoga, cowboys in love, and a romance that hits so hard and fast, it makes being thrown from a bull look like a friendly game.

Music Mondays: 06/30/14

Last day of June and last Music Monday of the month! Hope you enjoyed my choices. To close out my Birthday Month here’s one of my fav songs, great to write.

Sugababes- Too Lost In You
Linkage: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wo07t6XjNO4

Last chance to comment and win a signed copy of the Dragon New Year 2 book antho! Good Luck!

Happy Monday!
Se

How about a Tease?

I recently signed a contract with Etopia Press for the first book in a Halloween themed trilogy. The first book Dead Man’s Hands is tentatively scheduled for 08/1/15. Here’s a small, unedited teaser of what you can expect:

He rubbed her arms, pouring into the cold limbs with just his touch. Joe’s unique cologne became her air. Every pull brought his scent into her body. On her tongue she could taste something cool with a hint of heat and sweetness as well as something with a dark tang that rolled over her taste buds and made her mouth water. It only added the sexual hunger crawling through her body and slipping through her veins. Her pussy became heavy and throbbed with the need for stimulation only the glide of his cock could satisfy. She moved her hands to grip the edges of the armrest on the seat and clutched the wood tightly until it dug into fingers. Her palms prickled with the urge to reach out and touch him, to cover his hands with hers and guide him to where her body needed his touch the most.
His breathe whispered against her neck and her heart beat bucked up. “Tell me what you need, Bridget.”

More to come!

Happy Tuesday!

Se

My Writing Process

I was tagged by the uber awesome super ninja Keith Melton, who is a fantasy writer and part time were-sloth. To read his post on his writng process click HERE to read his post:

1)     What am I working on?

Right now I’m working on the second book in an upcoming Halloween trilogy as well as revising a

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OUT NOW!
Buy At: Amazon. BN, Kobo and ARe

menage featuring a healing witch and tiger shifter brothers who claim her as their mate.


2)     How does my work differ from others of its genre?

All of my stories are Interracial but that’s only one aspect of the stories. I try to change up the rules of the worlds I’m in to make them stand out. For example in  a recent WIP I had to figure out a way change the rules of vampires. I’ve written vampires before but I’ve put them in a more traditional respect but for this particular story I wanted to try something different to explain their origins.

 


3)     Why do I write what I do?

I love the worlds of sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal and contemporary. I grew watching TV shows and movies set in those genres. I write because the characters in my head refuse to stop talking to me, demanding their stories and ambushing me when I’m most vulnerable to give me bits and pieces of their lives. Then they withhold their stories from me until I give them what they want whatever it is. So I must write to ease the voices in my head and satisfy my curiosity as well as contribute to the genres that I love.

 


4)     How does your writing process work?

My writing process can change sometimes depending on whether or not the words are flowing.  I need background noise whether Rainy Mood (Thanks Aurora Black for introducing me to the site) or music from my iTunes Writing Playlist or You Tube. Sometimes when stuck I send bits and pieces to writing friends or just bounce off ideas and scenarios. In between spurts of writing I play FB games to keep my stress level from rising. Coming off of writer’s block I’ve had problems with the flow of wordage and because they don’t come out as they used to to temper that stress I turn to distraction. Sometimes it helps and sometimes it adds to the issues it all depends on how things are going with the WIP.

 

For Mon June 23rd continuation of the tour I tagged Jodi Redford : Jodi Redford pens wicked hot tales and surfing the interwebs for sexy male eye candy, strictly for research purposes, of course.

 

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