Summer of Love Grand Prize Winner

Okay, so I drew winners all around then forgot to post them, bwahahahaha. Yeah, it is crazy at the house right now, and while I have been working on A Little Harmless Lie and get promo ready for A Little Harmless Obsession, I sort of lost track. I pulled the name and then forgot to post the winner. LOSER MEL, lol.

Anyway, it is funny that yesterday it was BRANDY WALKER who reminded me because she is the WINNER. LOL. Seriously, I kept wondering, hmm, do I need to email her? So, BRANDY, let me know NOOK OR KINDLE.

Remember, I am giving away one for Newsletter Members at the end of the year. New newsletter going out right now.  I have a feeling with the plunging prices, I will be able to give one away each month or every other month for members.

I want to thank all of you who participated.

Mel and Shayla's Winners

Val! You won the signed print from Shayla. Could you please email me your info so I can send it along to her.
TWISTED HAUTE MESS, honey, you won the prints from me. Email me so we can hook up.

I am still getting the big bundle of names written out and thrown into the hat. Might take me a day to get it all ready and the name will be announced for the FREE EREADER by tomorrow at noon!

Summer of Love: A Little Harmless Obsession

It is the last day of Summer of Love and it is going to be a HARMLESS day. Now, remember, I have all the names gathered up, and yes, I am going to get all the other winners posted. Tomorrow, I will be posting the winner of the reader who will have the choice of a Nook or Kindle. Just a warning, I am on the road even as this is posted(I scheduled it) and we have a ton of running around to do when we get home. So I hope I can get on and chat but it might be late tonight.

But, today, we have A Little Harmless Obsession.

A Little Harmless Obsession
coming Sept 21, 2010
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What begins as a quest for submission becomes an unrelenting need for love.


May Aiona’s crush on sexy Evan Chambers is a bad habit that should be easy to break. It’s not like he’s ever noticed her. Looking for a safe place to release the reins of control and explore her curiosity about BDSM, May takes a friend up on an invitation to visit an exclusive bondage club—all she has to agree to is a public submission.

Evan can’t help but notice the exotically beautiful May. But despite his success, the dirty secrets of his past whisper that he’ll never be good enough for her. When Evan sees her standing in his club ready to submit to his best friend, he gives in to the thing he wants most—May as his sub. After their session, he knows one night will never be enough. But loving May isn’t easy for a man always ready to take charge. She might like to submit in the bedroom, but she doesn’t like anyone telling her what to do outside of it.

When May insists she’s not in any danger from the person seemingly obsessed with her, she ends up in the sights of a deranged stalker—with Evan possibly too far away to help.

Warning: This book contains sexy Hawaiian settings, crazy relatives, and a submission scene that leaves the heroine breathless and the hero frustrated. There are toys, bondage, and love scenes so hot, you’ll need ice water and a towel. Remember, it’s a Harmless story, so you know there’s nothing harmless about it.


“There are no rules against showing your pleasure. It will help me understand what you want…need from me.”

He rolled one nipple between his fingers. A low moan escaped. “That’s good.”
With one last soft pinch to each nipple, he released her and unhooked the restraints from the ceiling. Rubbing his hands down her arms, he led her toward the middle of the platform. A crinkle formed above her eyes telling him she was confused. While some Doms got off on keeping a sub completely in the dark, and it did have its place in some training, a new sub needed to know the basics to ease their nerves. Anticipation was one thing, being skittish was another thing all together.
“I don’t like leaving anyone in that position for too long. It’s not good for the circulation, and it really isn’t the ideal position for what I had in mind.”

Evan couldn’t keep the excitement or need out of his voice. He wasn’t sure she could recognize it. His body screamed to conquer, to take her as his, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. It was his job to initiate her, nothing else. The idea that he would never touch her after tonight ate at him He led her down the stairs to one of his favorite pieces of equipment. Shaped like a gymnasium horse, it could be lowered in height and provided hooks on the side for her restraints. He still said nothing, knowing that the silence added a level of tension that would bring her a more glorious release in the end.

Without a word, he pressed on her lower back, urging her forward. Soon he had her bent over, her cuffs hooked on, and her ass in the perfect position for the ultimate viewing experience for the audience. He’d made sure the audio had been turned off for them, although he knew that had not been Micah’s intention. But he wanted music for the two of them, just for them. After he picked out his favorite playlist, one that always reminded him of May, the smooth, sensual voice of Lauryn Hill filled the room. He moved the paddle into grabbing distance.

Not being able to resist, he placed both hands on the fullest part of her ass and squeezed. She rarely wore jeans or pants to work, so seeing the actual shape of her rear didn’t happen that often. Still, it wouldn’t matter after tonight. Every time he closed his eyes he would probably see it. Lord knows he’d dream of taking her from behind. He slid his hands up and over to the small of her back. His fingers trembled and he had to grit his teeth to fight the desire to slip them between her cheeks, into the small puckered hole. She tensed slightly. With one last lingering caress, he moved to pick up the paddle.

“I glanced at your questionnaire.” He rubbed the padded toy over her rear end. “You seem to have a…shall we call it…interest in spankings.”
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Up for grabs??? A copy each of A Little Harmless Sex and A Little Harmless Pleasure. All you have to do is tell me what kind of Harmless book you would like to see in the future? What genre?

Mel and Vivi's Winners!

Hey, everyone! Here are the winners from this week:
Duane- You won your choice of download from my backlist.
Brandy W- You won Vivi's book!
Please both email me so I can hook you up with your books.

Summer of Love: Serengeti Lightning

Vivi Andrews is our author today! I have been looking forward to this release and the excerpt just makes me want it more.

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SERENGETI LIGHTNING
Coming Sept 7 from Samhain Publishing


Love can be a force of nature.

Mara Leonard is through hitting the snooze button on her biological clock. The Three Rocks Pride schoolteacher is ready to get serious about starting a family, and she needs a serious man to make that happen.

Regrettably, that means crossing less-than-serious Michael Minor off her list of potential mates. Michael is impulsive and passionate, but his spontaneity leaks into shapeshifting whenever his emotions run high—a tendency he should have outgrown long ago. As a sex buddy, he’s delicious. Daddy material? Disqualified.

Michael is blindsided by Mara’s rejection. Nine years separate them, and his genetic malady means no one in the pride treats him as an adult. But if she thinks he’ll simply slink away to lick his wounds while she steps into the arms of another man, she has seriously underestimated him.

The tricky part will be convincing his over-analytical lover that he’s more than a disposable sex toy. That real bravery means tearing up her damn checklist and following her heart. And doing it without letting their explosive sexual chemistry expose the Pride’s secrets to the outside world.

Product Warning: This book features break-up sex, make-up sex, a lioness who’s a cougar and a hot young lion who’s grown up in all the right ways. Note: All electrical shocks are purely metaphorical.

Excerpt:

Michael had wanted tonight to be perfect. This date was his chance to prove he deserved her, to show they were more than just hot sex. He knew she didn’t think he was steady enough to be her mate, but he’d hoped to prove her wrong tonight.

Instead, all he’d proven was that he hadn’t changed at all.

His sister, Ava, would remind him it wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help it. The pride doctor said Michael was missing a neural inhibitor that drew the line between animal and man.

The science was small comfort. He would never be worthy of the woman curled against his side. How long could he expect her to stay with someone who could never give her the stability she craved? One more month? Two? Then who would she run to?

Michael forced the thought of the man who would take his place out of his head. Jealousy was savage—more likely than any other emotion to bring on a shift. He needed to get her back to the ranch, back onto pride lands, where a loss of control wouldn’t expose them all.

He started to set her away from him, preparing to load her into the front seat, but her scent curled around him. Michael froze in place, his hands tight on her. He barely managed to keep his claws from snapping out.

Intermingled with the sweet twist of jasmine was the sinuous spice of lust. He could taste her desire on the air. While he’d been contemplating his sabotage of their relationship, Mara had apparently been thinking more much luscious thoughts. Naughty girl.

“Michael?” She spoke softly, a whisper on the warm spring breeze, but he felt that sigh of sound like a fist around his cock.

She slipped between him and the SUV, rubbing her body against his front every inch of the way.

Over the last few months, they’d learned one another’s wants and needs. At first, they’d both assumed they would eventually grow tired of each other, but familiarity had only intensified each experience. They’d learned to play to their personal vices. He knew exactly how to touch her to get her wet in a heartbeat. And she knew he went hard at just the idea of pinning her to things—walls, doors, slippery shower tiles. He couldn’t seem to get enough of crowding her against firm surfaces until she had no choice but to yield her softness to him.

Michael leaned into her, looming over her and pressing her back against the door until he heard the telltale catch in her breath. She loved this too. Mara may be dominant, but she almost never wanted to be on top. She wanted the man who would push her until she gave in, trusting her pleasure to his strength. She wanted him.

Now if only he could convince her their compatibility didn’t end at the bedroom door.

Heavy-lidded eyes beckoned him. “Your wildness makes me feel wild,” she purred.

Michael hesitated. Mara was never reckless. She reasoned things out and made the good decision, every time. So there was absolutely no explanation for her current behavior.

He had calmed. He was ready to take her home. All she had to do was hop in the car and drive back to the safety of the ranch. So why was she inciting him?

She urged him forward and he followed her lead. He bore her back against the metal wall of the SUV until the vehicle rocked slightly. She seemed to bask in the warmth of his body, drawing him tighter against her, if that was even possible. A small, sinful curve of a smile flashed out around her mouth.

Was she thinking what he was thinking? If he took her here, against the Cherokee, would they tip it? He knew he shouldn’t want to try, but was captivated by the image teasing his thoughts. When she bit her lip, he wanted to bite it for her then suck that plump curve into his mouth.

“We should go.” His voice was as rough as the gravel beneath their feet, but he kept his hands gentle as they stroked down her sides, over the flare of her hips, pausing above the hem of her skirt.

They should go. He should back away. He could yank up that little skirt, wrap those long legs around his hips and fuck her senseless just as soon as they were back on pride land. A fucking parking lot, no matter how late it was, no matter how deep the shadows, was no place for this kind of game. He gripped her hips, fully intending to step away, but Mara—never, ever reckless Mara—forced his hand.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed up onto her toes and captured his mouth in a ravenous, open-mouthed kiss. She begged him with her mouth, drawing him into her madness with each longing pull of her lips and strong sweep of her tongue. Or was it his madness she was surrendering to? Right now, he didn’t know or care. Her willing heat fried his last working brain cells and he fell into instinct and need.

Michael took command of the kiss. He sucked that luscious lip and gently scraped his teeth across it. His hands fisted in her skirt, jerking the stretchy fabric up, and Mara sighed into his mouth. God, he loved the noises she made, the little murmurs and sighs, not quite caught in her throat. She was musical in her passion, an instrument his fingers loved to pluck and strum.

The skin of her thighs was satin beneath his fingers. He wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs. His fingertips brushed against her heat and he hissed out a curse.

She wasn’t wearing panties. And she was dripping already. His slightest touch called forth another rush of moisture. Her need hit his nostrils, fogging his already blurry thoughts.

With one swift pull, he lifted her. Her legs wrapped snuggly around his hips. He notched his denim-covered erection against her pussy, but he didn’t push like he wanted to, concerned about the rough fabric against her sensitive flesh. He shouldn’t have worried. Mara ground herself on him, tearing her lips away from his to gasp out his name.

“Easy,” he murmured into the hair at her temple, barely recognizing his own voice. He slid his hand between them and slicked a finger through her folds. The touch was designed to be more soothing than arousing. He wanted to wind her up a little tighter before he let her take off.

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Vivi is offering up a digital or print copy of Tickle My Fantasy Anthology! Just add a comment and your name goes in the pot!

Summer of Love: Turning Paige

Well, I took a break yesterday. Not much of one. I spent the day on some paperwork for the print release of A Little Harmless Obsession and the upcoming digital release. Plus, I finished off the trailer:)

Turning Paige

Librarian Paige’s life has gone to hell. Her loss of sleep thanks to some pretty erotic dreams isn’t helping any. After a particularly bad day, she overloads on a batch of Irish truffles. As she falls asleep, her last wish is that her passionate dream lover were real. When she wakes in the morning, she finds him naked in her bed. Seamus doesn’t know why he started dreaming of this woman, but instinct has him seducing her before he even knows her name. The temptress fills his every need…but she refuses to accept him as her soul mate. Paige cannot believe the passion Seamus stirs within her. Falling in love isn’t something she planned for, but Paige doesn’t think she can let him go. Soon, his appearance disrupts her life and her career. Will Paige be able to accept the changes he has wrought, or will her fear of change bring disaster for both of them?

Review Snippets:

Have to enjoy a good time travel story, it has a touch of humor to it when Seamus is trying to figure everything out in the twenty-first century. He may be a warrior but he also shows his emotions. Well worth the read. Annette Stone, PNR

I love everything that Ms. Schroeder writes and I see that once again she has not disappointed me. This story is amusing and entertaining with just the right amount of sexual heat to keep a reader very interested. Keep on writing these wonderful stories that I so enjoy. Make sure to put this book in your to-be-purchased list. Candy Cay, Coffee Time Romance

This is an amusing romp of a story, containing all the right elements – a lovely heroine, a handsome hero, a couple of villains out for their own nefarious ends, and a happy ending. And of course, I’m always in favor of the librarian getting the handsome guy! ... This story is perfect for relaxing with when you have an hour or two to spare. Jean, Fallen Angel Reviews

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Paige came awake slowly. Her muscles were sore, but a good kind of sore, she thought. She didn’t know why, but there was a particularly sated feeling to her body. As if she’d reached some kind of goal. As she shifted her weight, she came against something very hard…very hot. She frowned and opened her eyes.



An expanse of golden skin was the first thing she saw. Convinced she was still dreaming, Paige rubbed her eyes and blinked. Her vision cleared. No, that was certainly skin. Drawing in a deep breath, she raised her head.

Holy Mother of God! There was a man in her bed. A man she definitely didn’t know. That was not a common occurrence for Paige, to say the least. Especially one so huge.

Slowly, she eased away and sat up. She swallowed the urge to scream. It clogged her throat as fear wound through her system. Her heart beat against her chest. The only thing keeping her from screaming was the fact that he was so huge. Lord knew what he would do if she woke him up that way.

What the hell had she done last night? Closing her eyes, she tried to remember but failed. She opened her eyes and studied her guest.
His hair entranced her. Darker than a moonless night, it reached halfway down his back and spilled across her pink sheets. Several small braids were entwined within the silken strands. His back was to her so she leaned over just a bit to see what his face looked like. She released a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

His face was a study in strength and angles. High cheekbones, a strong jaw and a nose that looked as if it had been broken once or twice. His eyes were still closed but she assumed they were darker in color, gray or possibly brown. Impossibly long lashes matched the color of his hair.

He was, in a word, beautiful. And alarming. Just how the hell did he end up in her bed? Paige was positive she’d remember bringing a man to bed, especially one who looked like him. Considering she was lying here naked as the day she was born, it was a fair assumption that she had at least talked to him. She had to know him. He was in her bed and…she lifted the sheet and saw one firm butt cheek…as naked as she was.

She dropped the sheet and closed her eyes. A tingle ran down her spine and she opened her eyes and lifted the sheet again. Lordy, she’d never seen a man with such an exquisite ass. Full, rounded… She curled her fingers into her hand to keep from reaching down to touch it.

“I promise you the front view is a nice as the back,” he said.
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Winner will get their choice of anything in my backlist.

So what do you have to do? Just let me know your favorite sweet in the comments.

Summer of Love: Lessons in Seduction

Good Friday Morning! Today, I am featuring my book, Lessons in Seduction, the second of my Once Upon an Accident Series:) The third book in the series, The Spy Who Loved Her, will be releasing next spring in digital, along with a free short story I am planning for it. Today, I have a big super bonanza prize for ya, so read the excerpt and go down and see what I am talking about for the prize.

LESSONS IN SEDUCTION

Samhain Publishing
What is a lady to do when her chosen rake changes her lessons in seduction to lessons of love?

Book two in the Once Upon an Accident series

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Cecily Ware understands how society works. At the age of twenty-six, she has been around long enough to know that she is doomed to spinsterhood. But she refuses to go without ever knowing what it is like to be with a man. So she comes up with a wonderful plan to find a rake to teach her, complete with a list of possibilities. At the top of that list sits Douglas the Duke of Ethingham.



When he asks Lady Cecily to waltz, Douglas never expected her to request seduction, or that it would intrigue him quite as much. With each glance, each smile, each touch, he finds himself falling under her spell, unable to resist her lure. In her he finds a soul mate, someone as lonely as he is, who understands his pain, and will give herself to him without demands or expectations. But as he finds himself falling in love, he also discovers a wicked plot to kill Lady Cicely. As they race to discover who wants her dead, they fall deeper in love, leaving them to decide if the lessons in seduction could lead to a lifetime of happiness


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Douglas, Duke of Ethingham, was every matchmaking mama’s dream come true and nightmare rolled into one delectable package. Cicely had always thought him attractive, although she’d only observed him from a comfortable distance. Since the familial connection between he and Colleen had been revealed, he’d become a regular fixture at the Penwyth townhouse and estate. Cicely and he had become acquaintances of a sort. He rescued her from being a wallflower. She saved him from debutantes and mamas.

She watched him walk through the crowded ballroom, the candlelight caressing his sculpted facial features. From where she stood, his eyes looked ordinary grey. But, she knew about the hint of blue around the iris of his eye and the way it lightened even more when he laughed. Her heart skipped a beat as he headed in her direction.

“You would think he would have been caught by someone by now.”

Cicely jumped, startled by the familiar faint whisper in her right ear, then looked over her shoulder at her aunt Victoria. Petite, yet rounded, Victoria was still the beauty she had been in her youth. While fine lines around most ladies’ eyes would make them appear older, it just added character to Victoria’s face.

They were much the same height, yet Cicely always felt like an elephant next to her. She turned back around but realized she’d lost sight of Douglas. Disappointed, she gave her attention back to her aunt, an empty feeling lining her gut. He had seen her. She knew it. But, he’d seen something better. She tried to push the negative thoughts from her mind and focus on her aunt.

“I have a feeling that His Grace will not be caught unless he wants to be caught.”

Victoria laughed and stepped forward to stand beside Cicely. “That much we agree. Still, he is getting to the point where he should think about putting up a nursery. He is the end of his line. Well, the only one worth anything anyway. I know there is a cousin or two somewhere, but rumor is they are as ghastly as his father and grandfather.”
Something cold slithered into Cicely’s stomach and settled there. Not from her aunt’s description of Douglas’ extended family, butJH rather from the thought of him with another woman. She knew he had to marry, though she had hoped it would not be so soon. At least not until after he helped her with her plan. Okay, really never. If he did have to wed, sharing one memorable night with him would be enough for her to endure whatever simpering fool he married.

She cleared her throat delicately. “His Grace has said before he does not intend to marry for some time.”

When Victoria didn’t respond, Cicely glanced at her. A mysterious smile played about her aunt’s lips.

“You know what they say, Cicely. The right woman could make any man change his mind.”

She doubted any woman would change the duke’s mind, but she nodded just to agree and get the conversation moving. Knowing that this would probably disintegrate into another discussion on her lack of beaus, something that apparently confused her aunt, Cicely decided to change the subject.

“Did I tell you about the diary I found today at the bookstore?”


Victoria gave her a knowing look but said nothing about her lack of tact. “No, you didn’t.”

“It was quite amazing I found it because it was buried at the bottom of a crate. The proprietor told me he’d bought it at some estate sale.”

“Really?” Victoria’s attention had now turned back to the dancers on the floor, but Cicely knew that her aunt had a habit of keeping one eye on her surroundings and her ear to the conversation.

“It is more an accounting than a personal diary. I am not sure what it means or if it is real. But it seems that one of five men kept a diary while they conspired against the throne about the time of the Terror. I have no idea from where they came, but I think they may be very significant.”

The first strains of a waltz sounded before Victoria could answer. Cicely really hated this dance. While she sometimes had requests for country dances from various cousins and gentlemen she knew from The Historical Society, she rarely was asked to waltz.

“Lady Cicely.”

She glanced over her shoulder to find Douglas standing to her left, a smile curving his beautiful lips. Curling her toes into her slippers, she told her heart to stop doing flip-flops. All she could do was stare at him. His wavy dark hair never seemed to stay in place, yet always looked tidy. The mischievous twinkle in his eye sent heat racing up her spine. A few murmurs reached her and brought her out of her stupor. It was then she realized her faux pas. Flushing, she curtsied.

“Your Grace.”

He took her offered hand and waited for her to rise before asking, “Would you honor me with this dance?”

She didn’t pretend not to hear the whispers growing louder. Accustomed to them or not, they were still disturbing. Regardless, she held her head high and looked him right in the eye. “I would be delighted to dance with you, Your Grace.”

He led her out to the dance floor and within moments they were whirling with the other dancers. The feel of his strong hand providing gentle pressure on her waist, his body close to hers made her head spin. The heat of him warmed her front, though she tried not to think about it. Her body already tingled, and she knew from experience she lost all thought when that happened.

“I owe you a world of thanks, Lady Cicely.” He smiled down at her, a genuine smile because the man thought she was no threat to his bachelorhood. And she wasn’t. She didn’t want marriage, but she did want him. “Lady Sara has been after me since I walked in the door and I shudder to think what would happen if I had to dance with her.”

She tried not to laugh, but she couldn’t help it. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Your Grace. She cannot help it that she can’t dance.”

“I danced with her last week and my feet will never be the same. Who would have thought such a small woman could inflict that much pain?” He shook his head and chuckled, clearly amused with himself. “So I am serious when I tell you I owe you a boon.”

This was almost too good to be true. “You will grant me a favor in return?”

He nodded and expertly twirled them around a slower couple. She licked her lips and numbly followed his lead. Truthfully, she knew he thought nothing of the offer. In Douglas’ mind, she was sure he assumed she might ask for a ride in the park, or the use of his box at the theater. This had been handed to her on her silver dancing card.

“Your Grace?”

He leaned closer to hear her. She normally didn’t speak that loud, but with the sound of the orchestra, not to mention the fact she was out of breath from dancing, she understood he was having problems hearing her.

“I call in your boon. I do have a favor to ask of you.”


Nodding, he straightened and again twirled her around. “Ask and you shall receive.”


“I was wondering, if you wouldn’t mind, would you teach me how to seduce a man.”

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So, tell me. What time period would you like to travel to? Would you go back in time to witness an historical event, or go forward to see what happens in the next century? I will be drawing TWO names for a signed print of Lessons in Seduction, Conquering India, Hands On Training or A Little Harmless Pleasure, your choice. This is open to everyone, no matter where you live. One book per winner.
I will draw the names Sunday.

DIANA'S WINNER

SUE V, please EMAIL ME and let me have your contact details so I can forward them to Diana! Thanks so much for participating:)
Remember, all of you have been entered in the free ebook reader giveaway that I will be drawing on Sept 1!

Summer of Love: His Conquest

Good morning, everyone! As many of you know, historicals are near and dear to my heart, and Diana Cosby, our author for the day, is a fabulous historical author. She is giving away a signed copy of one of her wonderful historicals, His Captive(many apologies to Diana, that I did not correct this before posting, I thought I did. It is HIS CAPTIVE as the giveaway). You know how I love Scottish historicals and Diana has a whole bevy of sexy MacGruders!

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HIS CONQUEST

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THE ONLY MAN WHO COULD SAVE HER

Linet Dancort will not be sold. But that's essentially what her brother intends to do—to trade her like so much chattel to widen his already vast scope of influence. Linet will seize any opportunity to escape her fate—and opportunity comes in the form of a rebel prisoner locked in her brother's dungeon, predatory and fearsome, and sentenced to hang in the morning.



WOULD FIRST NEED SAVING HIMSELF

Seathan MacGruder, Earl of Grey, is not unused to cheating death. But even this legendary Scottish warrior is surprised when a beautiful Englishwoman creeps to his cell and offers him his freedom. What Linet wants in exchange, though—safe passage to the Highlands—is a steep price to pay. For the only thing more dangerous than the journey through embattled Scotland is the desire that smolders between these two fugitives the first time they touch . . .



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Through the carved window, Lady Linet Dancort scanned the midnight sky battered by hard, spring-fed rain. She must hurry. With a steadying breath, Linet pushed back her hood and stepped into the torchlight. A slight scrape sounded as her slipper touched the stone floor.


The Scottish rebel whirled to face her.

Lightening split the sky. Thunder snarled in its wake. Lord Grey’s eyes, feral like a wolf’s, locked on hers.

A tremor rocked her as potent as the next blast of thunder. Her body commanded she retreat. Linet refused. Like the air pulsing with energy, her every sense became charged with awareness.

The urge to shield her face from his unapologetic glare stunned her. Throughout her life she’d been given the freedom to study alongside her peers. Her father had encouraged her to speak her mind. Never had a man’s presence, much less his gaze, incited her interest to a mind-spinning degree. It was illogical this prisoner could make her feel anything by a mere look.

But standing paces away, with his warrior’s dark gaze burning into hers, her body trembled. She owed her reaction to nerves. And rightly so. By the rebels formidable height, scathing look and arrogant stance, there was little safe about the Scot. And with orders for Seathan MacGruder to be hung at first light, he must be desperate.

As was she.

Head held high, she stepped to within a hand’s length of the cell door. Lightning illuminated the chamber, exposing he’d shifted his body, his feet now braced in an aggressive stance.

“I have come to set you free.” Thunder rumbled, this time closer, an ominous backdrop to her quiet offer.

The earl remained silent, his expression raw with distrust.

The rebel doubted her. She’d expected as much. God forbid if he discovered Lord Tearlach, his sworn enemy, was her brother.

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Diana is giving away a signed copy of His Captive, the first in the series! Just comment to get your name in the hat!
 

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Summer of Love: Their Secret Paradise

Today our author is J. Rose Allister! She is giving away a download to one lucky person. So comment away after you read her hot excerpt.

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THEIR SECRET PARADISE

David's body heat surrounded her like a possessive brand as he leaned in close, his breath in her ear sending goose bumps along her arms. “You don't really think you can fight me off forever, do you?”

The feather traced a maddening path along her abdomen, sending a wave of need through the dampness between her thighs. Fight? Her brow wrinkled over still-closed eyes. Why on earth would she resist this god's erotic charms?

Then she remembered. What they felt wasn't real. This was just paranormally manufactured arousal, a mystical libido boost produced by unknown forces on the island. She couldn't let it control her. Not again.

“Eventually, I will win.” His rich timbre taunted her. “Do you want to know why?”

The plume stroked her quivering thighs and the suddenly naked patch of curls above them. Her voice was little more than a shudder of breath. “Why?”

“Because the power at work here is not only bigger than you. It is you.”

With that he thrust himself deep between thighs she had spread wide for him without a thought, his cock nothing less than a molten spear of pure sexual need. The lance of heat unleashed an animal hunger, one that exploded from the core of her womb to drench every molecule of her body. But when the jolt shot her dream eyes wide, David was no more. The man fucking her to oblivion was a sublime being with hair as dark as a starless night, and eyes a blazing obsidian that burned within from the volcanic powers that forged it. His gaze took her as sexually as his heated penetration, and she gasped in shock.

“What are you? Where's David?”

His laugh rippled the air in waves around them, and he thrust in possession of her again. “I am the power of your own yearning.” He leaned close to her ear, the rest a growled whisper that mesmerized. “I am Lust.”

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Summer of Love: DOUBLE PLAY

I want to welcome everyone over here at my new blog. We weren't too sure it would move over so quickly, but Rae Monet did such an incredible design, I wanted it up as fast as possible. So, we are over here at blogspot now. And we have a TREAT for our first day here. Joanne Rock. I have been a fan of hers for years, so I am excited to have here her on my blog.

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Play-it-safe book reviewer Amber Nichols is so ready to let loose. Her wild one-night-stand arget? Hottie baseball player Heath Donovan. Problem? He's not exactly who she thinks he is!


Team coach Heath takes one look at Amber…and wants to make her melt under his touch. Groupies aren't usually his style…but this sexily distracting woman is different. She should be…because she's not exactly a groupie!

It's a hot, fast fling with incredible sex! Only it's soon coming to an end. Because temporary sex, even the earth-shaking variety, never leads to a home run. Unless these two players can let down their guards in time to let them both win this game….

Baseball, anyone?

As a baseball fan and the wife of a former sports editor, I have spent plenty of time discussing baseball. Actually, I’ve also spent a lot of time watching baseball, dissecting baseball and reading about baseball. It’s the great American pastime! Or at least it was before Facebook and Twitter came around. But truly, is there any more fun way to spend a summer afternoon than at a ballpark watching athletes competing at the highest level? I like a beer in one hand and peanuts in the other, but sometimes I’ll venture from the standard enough to try a local ballpark specialty.

But aside from the fun ambiance of the game and the thrill of a barn-burner, I really like the idea of the sport as an arena for intense competition. It’s fun to see athletes laying it all on the line to make a play—the diving catch, the throw on the run, the shot into the second tier of the stadium behind left field. It’s a chance to live vicariously and with passion as we cheer for the guys who are giving their all for a win.

I had the chance to visit a Major League park last week on a roadtrip to Pittsburgh to see my husband’s much beloved Cincinnati Reds take on the Pirates. Don’t ask why we can never see a team he likes on their home turf, but I’m forever rooting for the wrong side, it seems. Why couldn’t we go to Pittsburgh to see the Penguins during hockey season, for example? But no. During hockey season, we end up rooting for his much beloved Penguins when they visit the Bell Center in Montreal. And let me tell you, the Montreal hockey fans aren’t nearly as patient with us as the Pirates fans were in Pittsburgh last week! They sure do love their hockey in Canada.

But in the States, baseball has a piece of our hearts and we appreciate the guys who play our game. For their commitment to excellence and their determination to put everything they have into the sport, these guys are hero material. And I enjoyed writing about them so much in last fall’s Sliding into Home that I’ve revisited the baseball world for this month’s Blaze, Double Play. If you like a sports hero, I hope you’ll check out the adventures of Boston manager Heath Donovan and the sexy book reviewer who catches his eye. Theirs is a game of the sexier kind, but I think you’ll enjoy it just the same!

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