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Perfect Sense by: Amanda Cowen

Posted in Book Blog Tour, Book Promotion, ebook with tags , , , , , , on March 27, 2016 by mrsmack97

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Welcome to Ready, Set,Blog. It is my absolute pleasure to spotlight Amanda Cowen’s,  New Adult Contemporary Romance, Perfect Sense. I don’t know about you but the cover alone makes me want to one click! Then I read the blurb. Sold.

 

Perfect Sense

He’s gorgeous.

He’s reckless.

And he’s every woman’s dirty fantasy in the state of California.., except one… Quinn Ashby.

Recent graduate of Penn and top of her class, Quinn is whip smart, ambitious and interning as the new marketing coordinator for the Bexley Bruisers American Hockey League team. The last thing she needs is to waste her time on guys…especially one as lethal to her focus as Cash Brooks.

But once the bad boy hockey star tempts her into his world, threatening her professional future, she’s forced to decide whether to let him into her heart…or to leave him behind forever.

Meet The Author – Amanda Cowen
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Amanda Cowen can be found eating cupcakes, singing off-key, or watching

a good RomCom when she isn’t trapped on her computer writing stories.

She is an “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” fanatic, a hater of roller-

coasters and a country music junkie. She lives in Thunder Bay, ON where

the summers are short and the winters are long.

Amanda would love to hear from her readers. Contact her via her website,

www. amandacowen.com, become a fan on Facebook, follow her on

Instagram @authoramandacown, or follow her on Goodreads.

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Banewolf by: Eden Ashley

Posted in Book Blog Tour, ebook, paranormal, romance, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on March 9, 2016 by mrsmack97

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Welcome to Ready, Set, Blog. What a hot cover! Congrats to Eden Ashley on the release of Banewolf, the second installment of the Amazon Bestselling Dark Siren series. And readers…. the first one is FREE! (Man! I love a freebie!) I’ve included the link at the bottom of the post. Read on to meet Eden and check out an excerpt from Banewolf (Such a cool title.) Happy Release Day, Eden.

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Banewolf

by Eden Ashley

GENRE: Paranormal Romance

BLURB:

Love. Conflict. Adventure. Banewolf continues the romance, betrayal, and heartbreaking secrets between Kali, a girl who largely lacks understanding of the powerful creature contained within her, and Rhane, the mysterious and passionate man from her forgotten past.

Excerpt:

Hurry.

The sound of her screams reached him as he neared the dorm. Pausing at the threshold, the man stepped inside. Death and the wind were at his back. Dozens of hollow-eyed students turned to observe his presence. Fear had twisted their youthful faces into horrific masks. A few of them wept. Others clung together as another scream echoed into the night. The man flinched. Then he steeled himself against all emotion. His kind was supposed to feel nothing.

He made his way through the crowd, students eagerly shuffling aside to let him pass. It was as if somehow they sensed in him the power to end her suffering. When a young man dressed only in boxers and a lettered shirt stepped forward from a cluster of solemn dorm mates, the man stopped. He recognized the boy.

“You are William. You are the one who called.”

“Yes, sir,” the young man said while nodding. His eyes were wide and frightened as he pointed ahead to a closed door painted prison grey. “She’s in there, sir.”

The man looked at the door, and then back at the boy. “Is she alone?”

William’s shoulders slumped with embarrassment. “I tried to stay with her but…” his voice trailed, dropping to a hoarse whisper. “She looks bad, sir. She wouldn’t stop screaming for me to get out. I got scared. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, son. You have done well.” The man laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder with an encouraging smile that reflected none of the sadness he felt. “She’s going to be okay.”

But her cries were becoming more tormented by the second. He quickly continued down the hall to the grey door. Behind it, he found her all alone. Her thin, pale body was curled on a beaten sofa in the center of the room. She was drenched in sweat. Dark hair plastered against her face, framing a beautiful canvas contorted with anguish. He placed a hand gently on her forehead.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Daddy?”

“I’m here, sweetheart. Everything is fine now.”

Sobbing in relief even as another surge of agony ransacked her strength, she gritted her teeth. “It hurts.”

Squeezing her hand, he spoke in a voice thick with regret. “I know. I’m sorry. Letting you come here was a mistake. I’ve waited too long.”

She was lost in the pain and didn’t seem to hear him. “I see horrible things. I did horrible things. There was so much blood.”

It hurt him terribly to see her in such distress. No matter what the others said, this girl had truly been his daughter. But right now, his love for her could not matter. He had a job to do. There were things he needed to know. There were questions he had to ask.

“What do you see?”

“Bodies, hundreds of bodies littering the ground…” The words broke off as she rolled with another wave of misery. “They’re burned…old and young, women and children.” She sobbed again. “I think I burned them.”

“I’m going to give you something to stop the pain. It will help you sleep.”

“Please hurry, Daddy. Make it stop.” Her body shuddered. “I can’t take any more of this.”

She lifted her head, giving him a good look at her face. Surging veins had crept like black spiders from the corners of her eyes, transforming the surrounding skin into dark pools. She was deteriorating rapidly. If the process wasn’t slowed, the human form would soon be lost.

 

Meet The Author:

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Eden currently resides in a small town in sunny South Carolina where thunderstorms inspire her best ideas. When not daydreaming about her next novel, she can be found curled up with a musty old paperback and a cup of coffee…or mired deeply in her next plot to take over the world. Since Eden enjoys reading or watching anything with supernatural elements, writing paranormal and fantasy romance is a natural fit.

Banewolf is the second installment of the Amazon Bestselling Dark Siren series. The first book is currently free for download on Amazon.

Find it here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DSPPOX2

Banewolf: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GTT3RDI

Eden loves to hear from readers and can be reached at the following links:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/EdenAshleyAuthor

Blog: http://edenbynite.blogspot.com/

Twitter: Eden_byNite

Email: edenashleyromance@outlook.com

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Georgie – Follow That Dress Book 2

Posted in Book Blog Tour, ebook, erotic romance, novella, romance with tags , , , , , , , on March 2, 2016 by mrsmack97

 

Georgie
by Cherrie Mack

Blurb

Georgie Randall runs from town to town to escape her past. When she settles in Amityville, Long Island, she vows to be happy alone. But when the boss’ handsome son throws her kinky switch on, there’s no turning it back off.

 

Excerpt:

Mr. Calvert raised one eyebrow. “Hello there. Georgie, is it?” He held out his hand to her in greeting.

“Yes. Georgina, but everyone calls me Georgie.”

“Uh huh.” His insipid style matched his boorish behavior.

Adam excused himself to the men’s room, leaving her alone with him. Feeling repelled by his presence, Georgie shook it off and offered a fake smile while struggling to make conversation.

“So, Mr. Calvert, how do you like Tampa? Have you visited anything in particular?” She winced when he turned and took her hand in his. He kissed her palm. It was a wet, sloppy, and somewhat vulgar gesture. She pulled her hand away and discreetly wiped it on her sweater. He ignored her question and asked one of his own.

“What do you do, Georgie?”

“I’m a paralegal for Tate and Bloom.”

His leer was quite obvious, making her uncomfortable.

“Very nice,” he growled.

Georgie glanced down, making sure her sweater was closed, and sat on a recently vacated barstool. She was served her usual Diet Coke with a lemon slice, fingering the glass with nervous energy and smirking at Calvert while she searched for Adam through the crowd. Sipping her drink like a medicinal drug to treat the ill-at-ease feeling in her stomach, she tried hard to ignore the lecherous stare from which she shied away.

When Adam returned, he placed his hand on her back and gently rubbed in a circular motion. This was his signature be-supportive request.

“Shall we get a table?” he asked. All her focus would be centered on Adam as she settled in for what looked to be a very long night.

Hours later, Georgie tried hard not to be completely repulsed by the drunken behavior of Joseph Calvert. His leering, when Adam’s attention was diverted, was causing her major anxiety and pulling her back into a past she wanted to forget. The situation was all too familiar. But Georgie reminded herself that she wasn’t drinking, and even if she was, Adam loved her.

Joseph Calvert, with a slight slur, announced he would buy one last drink and call it a night. A feeling of relief swept over her, but the prickly bumps on her skin reminded her she wasn’t out of the bar and away from Calvert just yet. Adam offered to retrieve the drinks from the bar, leaving her alone with Calvert. He leaned over and grabbed her hand again.

“Where did you say you went to college?”

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Posted in Book Blog Tour, ebook with tags , on March 1, 2016 by mrsmack97

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Trojan

By David L. Wallace

Genre: Thriller

 

Victor Walker’s sole responsibility as Sr. Manager of White House Defense Armament Systems, was to ensure America’s flagship armament servers remained up and operational, to protect against major attacks, both foreign and domestic. His performance garnered him praise for his genius from both the office of the President and the Secretary of Defense.

On the evening of August 7th, a dark cloud overshadowed his otherwise bright and shining existence. Suddenly and without warning, all flagship armament servers crashed – a complete meltdown. Star Wars, Air Force One, Doomsday Briefcase and Guidance Systems were all rendered useless. As Victor raced to ID the root cause of the disaster to avert a non-defensible strike on America, he found something didn’t pass the smell test. Indicators pointed to a rodent on the loose – to a Trojan – to a mole within America’s government that was assisting a hostile enemy.

 

About Daviddavidwallace
Before publishing my debut novel, I served over 27 years as an information technology professional working initially for the US Navy, and then the Department of the Navy and various fortune companies. I’m a UCLA Writing Program alumnus, who writes mystery thrillers and children stories. After years of crafting and fine-tuning my story telling ability, 2016 is the year of the launch of my debut novel titled Trojan, which is based on a “what if” scenario I envisioned years ago while attending the Naval & Marine Corps Computer Science School at Quantico. My vow to my readers is to capture your imagination and keep you engaged, from the beginning of each story to its riveting conclusion.

 

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Posted in Author, ebook, erotic romance, FreebieFriday, novella, paranormal, romance with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 26, 2016 by mrsmack97

TGIF. I love those letters. To me, they say, get ready for Saturday. I immediately think of sleeping in, being lazy and dragging my feet around the house wearing fuzzy slippers. There’s no appointments looming, no drop off schedule, no car pooling, no work–just me and a hot cup of coffee while I pour over my latest “hot” read.

I love erotic romance but if the mood strikes, I can dig into a mystery, a horror or even a little chick-lit. Hey, what can I say–I’m a reader.

I love to write erotic romance but I do tend to cross genre’s. A lot. There’s just so much sex you can write before you need to take a break and write something else. But, if I must be honest, those scenes sneak into all of my books at some point or another. Some a lot more than others. In the last year, I started a paranormal series, A Late Summer Bloom – Witches Of The Bayou.

I even wrote a free prequel to kick off the series which brings me to #freebiefriday. Although this prequel is readily available for you to download at any time by visiting the Evernight Publishing website, I thought I might gift it to you right here on my blog. But a little at a time. Please enjoy the first three chapters of my free prequel, The Beginning – Witches Of The Bayou. Every Friday I will post another three chapters until you have the entire novella. Read it here, all of it, on my blog.

If you are one of those people who need the rest of the story right away…well…I can relate. Visit http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-beginning-by-cherrie-mack

OR…Fill out the contact form at the bottom of this post and I will send the remaining chapters your way. That’s it. By filling out the form, I will enter your name in a drawing to receive A Late Summer Bloom – Witches Of The Bayou.

DISCLAIMER…This novella includes ADULT CONTENT and is not intended for those under the age of 18.

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright© 2014 Cherrie Mack

 

Chapter One

 

New Orleans, 1992

 

Cecily Jareau’s clumsiness was a definite win today. At least that’s what she thought after a muscled, tattooed arm reached out, catching her as she stumbled forward into a crowded Jackson Square. As she stared into the stranger’s smoky lavender eyes, she tried to ignore the embarrassing trip over her own feet that landed her in his arms. Left speechless by his good looks, she wasn’t too unhappy about her misstep and the interesting predicament it caused. Silently, she searched for something clever to say but nothing came out except for that strangled grunt when she lurched forward.

“You okay?” His velvety baritone voice commanded attention without being forceful.

She felt her cheeks flush as she tried to right herself. Soaking up his masculine scent, she smiled. He was easy on the eyes but his handsome features weren’t the only thing Cecily appreciated. His firm yet gentle grip sent a warm tingle through her body. She studied him before speaking—after all, witches were so easy to spot these days. However, here in New Orleans, it was a bit of a challenge. The variety of people, some feigning supernatural powers, could be daunting. But, the stranger before her wasn’t putting out any mating pheromones which led her to believe he wasn’t a witch. Good. I’m safe.

Her voice came out in a dreamy whisper. “Obviously I can be clumsy but otherwise fine.”

His smile was slow to appear but when it did, a mere feather could have sent her toppling all over again.

“Yeah—you’re no worse for the wear. You be careful now.” He winked.

“Thanks. I will.”

When he released her, she wanted to go after him. Instead, she watched him strut away into the crowd until he was out of sight. Cecily shook her head. Now, if witches were made like that, I’d be mating like crazy. With regret, she continued on in the opposite direction to the Creole café where she was to meet her friend, Brigitte.

New Orleans—now this was the city where she wanted to spend her time. Not in a stuffy, slower-than-molasses Florida town. Why they would choose Cottonwood Landing for their home base was a mystery to her. It had no culture, no excitement. Although the sprawling estate was a royal witch’s palace and housed the most blue-blooded witches of the covens, here she felt different. Normal.

However, according to the higher-ups, Cecily was anything but normal. She was statuesque, beautiful, talented and most importantly—royal. She could hear the words they repeated over and over like a mantra. But Cecily’s truth was far less intriguing. She was of royal blood for sure but mostly she felt tired, discouraged, and just plain miserable.

Her abilities, her royal status, it was all a burden. Although humans were of a lesser race, she couldn’t help but yearn to be like them. Not knowing the things she knew would be a relief. The happiness she desired always seemed to evade her. And she wanted her life to be different—she wanted to be human. What better place than the city of New Orleans? It was the perfect setting to blend in with the human population for a while. To her, the irony was amusing. Here, human people often pretended to be witches. If they only knew how real we are.

The Creole café was bustling when Cecily arrived but she managed to spot Brigitte easily enough. The flamboyant witch captivated everyone around her by her brightly colored clothes, large-brimmed hat and red lipstick.

“Cecily my dear. It’s so good to see you.” She held her arms open wide, inviting Cecily in for one of her famous hugs. The embrace was more like a squeeze from a python and it lasted way too long for her liking, but she managed to stifle her annoyance. Brigitte released her, waving her arms in a downward motion signaling her to sit.

“Sit my dear. Mmm. Still as stunning as ever. You never age, do you?”

Cecily rolled her eyes. “You are dramatic but quite good for my ego.”

“Seriously, Cecily. A woman of your looks and status should have the witches falling at her feet.”

She laughed it off. The only line of witches she fought off was the line to get out the door. She felt nothing for them and the feeling was mutual.

“Maybe it’s my black wavy hair that ensnares them and my piercing dark eyes that send them running for the hills.” She widened her eyes then batted her lashes.

“Don’t be ridiculous. So—tell me everything.” Brigitte waved her arms in the air erecting a privacy wall to protect their conversation from human curiosity.

Cecily scrunched up her face. “Not much to tell since that last time I saw you.”

“Nonsense. How are things in Cottonwood Landing?”

Knowing she’d have to put up with her friend’s meddling questions, she let out a sigh. “Fine. Percy is running things quite well.”

“How is that fine specimen of male witch?”

“Still holding out hope for one of us royal witches to birth a female child.”

“Anyone nearing a tenth pregnancy?”

“Not that I know of.”

The silent pause gave her an uneasy feeling. It told her Brigitte was fishing for information.

Brigitte narrowed her eyes, trying to be nonchalant. “How many is it for you now?”

Ah ha! Cecily felt resentment coil in her gut. Never able to carry her pregnancies to term, she felt inept. Unworthy. “I lost count,” she stated coldly.

Brigitte’s voice rose up an octave. “I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve?”

“You always hit a nerve Brigitte,” Cecily snapped.

She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s difficult for our kind to become pregnant, Cecily. You should know this. And carrying a child has its share of problems for us as well. But, our race needs its tenth power. If you are nearing a tenth pregnancy, you should try to have a child. You could birth a female. You owe it to our people to at least try.”

That. Was. It. Her stomach churned with anger. She was realizing she had been lured here to discuss the future of the covens. Not her future. Not her life. No—it was never about her. It was always about the covens, the royals—the need for the tenth power. Cecily leaned in and told her friend just how she felt.

“I owe it to our people? The same people who treat female witches like chattel? Is that what this get-together is about? To convince me to procreate?”

Feigning outrage at her accusation, Brigitte held her hand against her chest, displaying blood red nails. “I can’t believe you would think such a thing. I’m only asking because you are still of child bearing years. We all must do our part, Cecily. You are only thirty-five.”

Cecily narrowed her eyes. “That’s right and I’m far too old for this! I’m done. I’m tired of sacrificing my happiness, my life, my desires—all for what? On the off chance I’ll give birth to the tenth power? Let someone else deal with it. I want out of this vicious cycle. I sleep with witch after witch just to let them spill their seed inside me. Where’s my pleasure? Where’s my payoff? There is no love, no romance, no relationship. Most of these male witches don’t even take the time to arouse me. They just shove their cocks into me without as much as a second glance. It’s revolting.” She shook her head at Brigitte with disgust and continued with her tirade. “You come here pretending to care. Tricking me into believing I might have one friend left in this whole coven who actually cares about me. Well, it looks as though I was wrong. Percy put you up to this didn’t he?”

Brigitte looked around the café, her desire to keep up appearances obvious. The patrons might not hear what they were saying but they certainly could see her angry demeanor.

“Put a lid on your anger, Cecily. We don’t want to bring attention to ourselves. Percy is worried for our race. And he is right to worry. There are murders every week now. One—several. The warlocks are taking the souls of our loved ones and we are losing what little control we have left. The travelers are sparse, their army weakening. If there is a tenth power born today, we’d still have to wait years before she comes of age to access her power. That means it will take almost twenty years of waiting. If it doesn’t happen soon, we could all be doomed.”

Cecily no longer wanted to carry the responsibility of the coven on her shoulders. “Let the travelers kill the warlocks. That’s what they pledged to do. I’ve heard stories about them. They’re nothing but power hungry immortals—let them earn their keep.”

Brigitte spoke as if trying to reason with her.   “The travelers are thinning out. Most are reverting back to witch status and dying off. They’ve seen too much blood and sadness. They themselves are a dying race.”

Cecily’s chair made a loud screech as she abruptly pushed it back and stood up. Towering over Brigitte, she pointed her finger in her face. “Let the master of the realm worry about it. I’m through! And I’ll tell you another thing—I’m not going to allow myself to be used anymore. I refuse to be a whore for the cause. I can promise you, there isn’t a male witch on this planet who will get within ten feet of me!”

When Cecily stood up and marched toward the exit, she vowed just that. She swore off the witch population. From now on, if she couldn’t be human, she’d pretend to be.

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Brigitte watched her leave, ignoring the stares of the locals. She rummaged through her oversized bag and pulled out her cell phone. The large clunky thing was more of a nuisance than it was useful. She pulled up the antenna and dialed. When she heard Percy’s voice on the other end, she let out a loud sigh.

“I’m sorry Percy. She told me nothing and I’m afraid the news gets worse. Our Cecily has refused to try anymore. It doesn’t look as though she’ll be the host for the tenth power.”

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Cecily couldn’t walk away fast enough. Out the door and into the street she went without looking back. She was shedding her witch world and trading it in for a new one. A human one. No longer would she cower to that royal bunch of bullies. She would live here in New Orleans and to hell with everything else. It was her turn to make a grab at happiness. And if she didn’t try, she’d have no one to blame but herself.

Without a direction in mind, she walked and walked until her feet ached. Guilt, slow and steady, weaseled its way into her mind. No. She wouldn’t allow it. She gave too many precious years—youthful years to her coven. She owed them nothing and nothing was what they deserved.

Cecily couldn’t walk another step. She must’ve circled the French Quarter more than a few times as it was growing dark. Stopping to survey her surroundings, she leaned her weight from one foot to another, wincing when she wiggled her sore toes around the inside of her shoes. It was then she heard it, the sound of a horn. Not a car horn, but a trumpet.

The melodious sound enveloped her, almost making her swoon. It called to her in a way she couldn’t describe. It wasn’t magic but it was damn close. And Cecily had to find its source. She followed the sound of the music straight to the door of Al’s House of Blues.

Inside, she was bathed in the smell of dry martinis and cigarette smoke so thick she could cut it with a knife. But Cecily didn’t care, she never did. It was a human smell and for that she was thankful. The music lifted her spirit, feeding it light and encouragement. The mellow, soulful sounds coming from the horn lulled her into a better mood. Maybe her life wasn’t so bad after all?

Cecily needed a better look at the bandmates gathered on the tiny platform. She moved through the crowd, slowly bobbing and weaving her way to the stage. As luck would have it, there was an empty table, right up front. She made a beeline for the seat and quickly sat down, her eyes searching out the person responsible for making such sinful sounds. Stunned, her breath hitched in her throat as she stared at the musician playing the instrument that willed her inside.

The tattoo on his arm stood out, assuring her this man and the man who saved her from falling into the street earlier today, were one and the same. His jet black hair looked glossy under the lights. His cheeks flushed a pinkish hue as he played his instrument with precision. Every sound reverberated under her skin, stroking a place deep inside—a place long forgotten and frozen with contempt.

She watched his fingers move, switching from one note to the other, mesmerizing fingers she suddenly wanted to feel touching her. Cecily dreamily watched him deliver a solo, the notes stroking her body, electrifying each erogenous zone. And when he was done, her body throbbed with a desire she had never known.

Continuing to watch him with intensity, she concluded he was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen. Somehow, in this place, in this light, with that instrument, he became her sole focus. And when his lavender eyes met hers, he smiled a knowing smile that, if possible, made her heart swell almost to bursting. Recognition lit his features, causing him to put a little more oomph into his performance. Suddenly, she felt as if he were playing just for her. The music rocked her body, penetrating deep until she swayed in her chair. His eyes widened as she sensuously performed, teasing his senses.

The time seemed to fly by when Cecily realized their set was over. Applause erupted and the crowd eventually thinned out. Apparently they were the one and only draw for this little dive of a blues joint. But if he continued to play here, she’d reserve this very seat for the rest of her life. The feeling she had at this moment was better than anything she’d ever felt before. And Cecily wanted more of it.

As she allowed herself some time to regroup, remorse quickly set in. Afraid she’d made a fool of herself, she decided a swift exit was a necessity. Who was she kidding? She was a thirty-five-year-old woman who, in the course of a day, acted like a clumsy fool and then a lovesick groupie. Cecily rolled her eyes at her stupidity. She scanned the club for the exit, got up from her chair, and headed straight for the door.

“I hope you don’t think you’re leaving,” the deep baritone voice said, a voice she heard once before and prayed to the fates she’d hear again.

Cecily stopped and turned around to find him standing inches from her. “I—yes I was. Just. Leaving. I planned on going earlier but your music—your music held me prisoner.”

“Prisoner? I like that. Are you a big fan of the blues?”

I live them. “Not really. This is my first time.”

He held his hand out to her. She obligingly placed her hand in his, watching as he brought the back of her hand to his lips, applying a chaste kiss to her skin. His eyes sparkled when he offered her a slight smile.

“There is a first time for everything and I hope I made yours one to remember.”

She was so enthralled she couldn’t pull her hand away. “I’m Cecily. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget tonight.”

Even his laugh was like music to her ears. She felt like a young girl who just discovered her first crush.

“I’m James.”

“It’s nice to meet you, James.” After a few seconds of silence Cecily leaned in close to his ear. “Can I have my hand back?”

She felt his grip loosen then tighten again. “No—I don’t think so. I’d like to hang on to you a little longer. Or at least until you agree to have a drink with me.”

She let out a nervous giggle. “I guess I do need my hand to function.”

“After that performance, I need a cool drink.”

“It was a very good show.”

“I’m not talking about my performance. You got me pretty heated up there with those moves in your seat.”

Cecily swallowed hard, embarrassment firing up her cheeks. “Oh—I’m sorry. I don’t want to give you the wrong idea but I—”

He pulled her close, so close his breath tickled her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “It’s just a drink Cecily. Nothing more.”

“Oh. Okay. That’s fine.”

His deep chuckle made her legs weak. This man could take her right here—right now. And the feeling was so foreign, it caught her off guard.

“Shall we?” He lifted his arm. Chivalry isn’t dead after all.

As she laced her arm through his, she narrowed her eyes at him. “How old are you?”

He gave her smile that could melt ice in a blizzard. “I’m thirty-two and you are—twenty eight?”

She giggled. “Nice try, Romeo.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Georgie – Follow That Dress 2

Posted in Author, ebook, erotic romance, novella, romance with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 23, 2016 by mrsmack97

So…. I love this book. I loved writing it and creating Gee, a/k/a Georgie. She is flawed, beautiful and raw. With a passion for kink, young, innocent Georgie makes a poor judgement call and is forever marred by her past.

Hardened, she runs. Finding a home at Diamond Lil’s, the bar she calls home, is where Georgie truly comes alive, living her life as she sees fit.

And love? She never expected love, especially one that ignites her passion for all things kinky. Can the “lucky red dress” give her a happily ever after? When you “Follow That Dress” all things are possible.

Sexy young woman laying on the bad and man drinking wine

Win a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card

Posted in Author, ebook, erotic romance, novella, romance with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 30, 2015 by mrsmack97

Beautiful woman dancing in red dress flying on a wind flow over white background

In honor of my newly released erotic romance novella, Crystal, I am running a contest. The first (stand alone) in my series, Follow That Dress is a very steamy read. This series follows the romantic escapades of a gorgeous red rental gown. In order to win a $10.00 Amazon gift card, in ten words or less, tell me your sexiest moment wearing anything RED… Contest ends midnight, 10/4…

BK1.3 Crystal E-Book Coverhttp://www.amazon.com/Crystal-Follow-That-Dress-Book-ebook/dp/B014LRV79A

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