The Smexy Romance Blog Hop and Giveaway

Her Christmas Tree by Tracey Steinbach

Blurb:
Employer and employee, vampire and human, he drives her nuts, she threatens his existence. The situation is complicate enough, but when love is thrown into the mix, things really get out of control. Romance author Tracey Steinbach is pleased to present her paranormal romance Her Christmas Tree. You’ll love this holiday treat!

Excerpt:

Miranda’s heels clicked loudly across the marble floor as she stomped her way down the hall. She pressed her lips together to keep from shrieking at the infuriating man. If he didn’t watch himself, she was going to stake him through the heart in his sleep. Would serve the arrogant bastard right if she did.

Did you hear that? One of these days I’m going to stake you in your sleep!

Matthias’s deep chuckle was the only answer she received. That quickened Miranda’s stride, sparking more of her anger. How dare Matthias deny her a few days off? It was Christmas, for heaven’s sake! She knew he didn’t celebrate it, but she did. It was her favorite holiday, and she wanted to spend it doing what she wanted, not catering to his every need. No, she didn’t have any family to spend it with, and she barely had any friends, it seemed like every time she planned something with Beth and Vicki, Matthias would beep her with some emergency. They never turned out to be real emergencies, though. Miranda suspected that he was trying to keep her in the house and away from other people. She just couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like she was going to go blathering on about her boss the vampire. Who would believe her?

Miranda had stomped her way to the other side of the house when her PDA went off. The man was bound and determined to make her crazy today. She activated the touch screen, bringing his message up.

If it will make you happy, you may put up a tree in my living room. Not that I want one. I do not. But if it will keep you from staking me in my sleep, so be it.

Miranda could almost feel his amusement. Fine, he was giving her permission for a tree? It was going to be the biggest tree that would fit in there. Miranda allowed a small smile to curve her lips. At least she’d get to do some decorating. When she’d moved from her dinky little apartment to the wing of Matthias’s house, she had mourned the loss of her own space to decorate for holidays. Matthias had said she could do whatever she wanted to her rooms, but it wasn’t the same as having a tree lit in front of a picture window, sharing it with whomever happened by. That was one of the best parts of the Christmas season, to her mind. The feeling of giving and sharing, that normally eluded the public, was present. It warmed her heart to do for others, which was one of the things that made her good at her job. Yeah, sometimes her boss was a pain in the ass, but she was happy most of the time. He obviously was happy with her, too, or he’d have fired her long before now.

I'll be giving one copy of Her Christmas Tree to someone who answers the question: Would you want to be a vampire, if you could?

http://www.lsbooks.com/her-christmas-tree-p1092.php

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Valentine's Day Blog Hop

Welcome to the LGBT Valentine's Day blog hop!

We're celebrating the messy, inspiring, frustrating, healing thing that is love with a great big giveaway.

We have some great prizes for you this year:

$30 Amazon Gift Card

Winner's choice of any ebook by Lynley Wayne

Winner's choice of any book in Jessie G's Sizzling Miami or Devils Pride Series

Winner's choice of any ebook by by Stephen del Mar

eBook copy of Lights Out Valentine by Neil Plakcy

eBook copy of The Harvest: Taken by M.A. Church

eBook copy of A Knight to Remember by Anne Barwell

eBook copy of Gray and Harrison by Tracey Steinbach

eBook copy of The Way Life Turns by April Kelley & Bronwyn Heeley

eBook copy of Rustic Melody by Nic Starr

eBook copy of 6 Days to Valentine by LE Franks

eBook copy of Brotherly Love: A Dirty Dames Anthology (Stepbrother Romance) by Verity James & Cassie Donoghue

eBook copy of Rhythm and Blue by DP Denman

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Lynley Wayne Tracey Steinbach Neil Plakcy Jessie G Bronwyn Heeley M.A. Church Stephen del Mar Sharita Lira Nic Starr Anne Barwell Lisa Arbitrary LE Franks Verity James & Cassie Donoghue

A Perfect Man for Christmas

A Perfect Man for Christmas

An erotic serial in 12 parts

Blog HOP

 1st Day of Christmas

by Laurie Olerich

Christmas was coming, but Wynter wasn’t feeling festive. She was in-between men at the moment--and not in a kinky, sweaty threesome kind of way. Oh, she’d had dry spells before. That wasn’t a problem--usually. It was the timing that was problematic. This was a special year. The sun and moon and stars were aligned just so. Most women survived the holidays in spite of their single status. She was not most women. No. She most certainly was not. Leaning forward with a satin pillow clutched to her chest, she nibbled the tip of one claw and searched for an answer. There had to be a way out of this mess. She really liked her head attached to her body.  Before a plan presented itself, her phone rang, sending a shiver down her spine.

It was him. Right on schedule.

As the church bells tolled the hour of midnight, Wynter arched her back, rocking her pelvis to match the furious rhythm of the man kneeling between her thighs. With his shaggy head flung back, neck straining with effort, he dug his fingers into her hips as he slammed into her with a shout just as her muscles contracted and she shattered around him with a cry of her own. As their breathing settled to something close to normal, Michael leaned forward to drag his mouth across her belly, dropping soft kisses over the newly inked tat that graced her hipbone.

“Sexy. I like that you’ve used my sigil.” His green eyes smoldered with passion as he traced the intricate symbol with the tip of his tongue. Nipping playfully, he held her impaled on his cock, shaking his head at her frown as she tried to move away.

“You say that like I had a choice. This was your order. I would’ve preferred a hummingbird.” She stopped squirming and bit her lower lip as his cock hardened for another round. With a mind of its own, her pussy twitched in welcome.

Come on in, big boy!

Love him? Hate him? It didn’t matter. Her body wanted him anytime. Anyplace. They’d been down this road more times than she could count. It wasn’t healthy, but who was she to argue? Her family’s future depended on keeping this creature happy. If she had to let him give her a screaming orgasm every now and then, she’d have to make that sacrifice. Taking one for the team... As if sensing her surrender, he let his mouth curl into a rare smile that promised pleasure.

Her tongue played along her lower lip as she met his stare with a challenge in her eyes. He was beautiful. No one could say otherwise. His smoky green eyes stripped her defenses to leave her naked and wanting. Her sisters said he could see into your soul. Maybe he could. Rumor had it he wasn’t human. Human or not, he was impossible to resist.

“We’re almost out of time, Wynter. Are you ready for me?”

Without breaking her gaze, she trailed a fingertip across the flushed skin of his throat and turned his chin downward. “I’m always ready for you.”

“Good girl.” He flashed his smile one last time before turning her around so she knelt on her knees. Clutching her hips close, he began to move with long, slow strokes that filled her to the good side of pain. She didn’t bother to smother the moan that escaped. God, he feels so good. To hell with Christmas. She tilted her hips to take him even deeper and gasped as his cock brushed that sweet spot deep inside. Closing her eyes, she shut out everything but the coiling pleasure in her belly. There’d be time for regret tomorrow.

Thirty minutes later, they lay sprawled in a tangle of tanned arms and long legs, too exhausted to move, not really awake, but not totally asleep. Craving one last touch, she tucked her face into his shoulder and drifted off.

“Don’t forget it’s your turn to bring a man this year.” His husky tone softened the threat in his words but it was impossible to miss.

She’d comply with his wishes or she’d beg for death. “Yeah, yeah. Beg for death. I--”

With eyes gleaming in the dim light, he pressed his mouth to her ear. “Don’t test me, Wynter. You know the rules. Bring the man.”

All righty then. So much for the afterglow.  She had her orders. She would find the perfect man and bring him to Christmas dinner. That’s the story she’d tell Mr. Perfect when she found him. The truth was so much worse.

When she eased awake the next morning, Michael was nowhere in sight. Even the indention of his head on the pillow was gone. She brought her fingers to her nose and breathed deeply, searching for some hint of his scent. Nothing. As usual, there was not a single trace of his presence. It was as if he didn’t exist at all.

Except this time, he’d left a note on the nightstand.

This could not possibly be good.

Go to the courtyard.

Using the sheet as a sarong, torn between excitement and fear, she padded through the house until she came to the French doors that led to the frozen gardens of the courtyard.

Closing her eyes against the painful site, she groaned, “He didn’t.”

There, in the center of the tiny courtyard, stood a tree.

A pear tree to be exact. And in that tree huddled a partridge. One sad, lonely, fat partridge. The bird’s head swiveled in her direction; it’s beady eyeball zeroing in on her.

“And so it begins.”

Check out Laurie's website for her awesome books at http://www.laurieolerich.com/

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Gotta Love a Bad Boy Blog Hop

If I had to pick a celebrity who reminded me of Silas in Gunning for Marie, Colin would be the closest to the picture in my mind. To date, he's the most despicable character I've ever written. 

 

Blurb:
Several years after the Third World War, resources are scarce. The poor are poorer, and the middle class doesn't exist anymore. Teenagers are bought from desperate parents and orphanages, then brought to an island facility where they are to be educated, fed, and clothed as appropriate for their end purpose—soldier or breeder.

Marie Rice, is a strong young woman and has gained rank as leader of her battalion of trainees. She was promised a better life on the island, but she is finding that promises were made to be broken.

Gunner Lincoln is second-in-command of another battalion of trainees and has a conscience, unlike his commander.

In a world turned upside down, with violence growing stronger by the day, Marie and Gunnar know better than to allow anything to happen between them, no matter the attraction, but cannot keep themselves from falling into a forbidden love.

Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25051459-gunning-for-marie

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KISS ME-I'M IRISH BLOG HOP

KISS ME - I'M IRISH POT O'BOOKS GRAND PRIZE

1 Grand Prize winner and 3 runners up

Winners will be chosen by Random.org at midnight, Pacific Time, March 17, 2014

To enter, Hop around the blogs and leave a comment at each blog you enter.  Also, leave an email address so we contact the winner.  The more blogs you visit and comment on, the more chances you have to win. 

http://www.innergoddessforum.com/2014/03/kiss-me-im-irish-st-patricks-day-blog.html

Beast 

by Tracey Michael & Allison Cassatta

Ara Costas has it all—riches, power, and the kind of beauty that attracts all the right people. He’s flying high and loves his life, until a serious car accident leaves him horribly scarred. Ara becomes an angry recluse, hiding away in his Chicago high-rise apartment, running his multimillion-dollar business from behind a computer screen.
Ilias Adams is a quiet farm boy who keeps his nose buried in books. A great education and stellar resume land him a job as Ara’s assistant and liaison to the board of directors. Little did he know when he signed up for this dream job that he’d end up working for the world’s moodiest, most uptight boss.
Ilias is scared of Ara at times, but he recognizes the challenge he faces when he meets Ara and sees the reason for the man’s anger. Ara is guarded and suspicious, since he can’t believe anyone can bear to look at him. Despite all this, Ilias is determined to turn the beast into a beauty again, at least on the inside, and tear down the walls Ara has so carefully constructed around him.

Excerpt:

“Mr. Adams, you are my employee, not my friend. Our relationship will never grow beyond that, and if you’re not careful, it could cease to exist entirely.” The anger in his voice grew more and more present with every word he spoke. “I do not wish to sit with you. I do not wish to share fond stories with you. I do not wish to be your friend. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, if you wish to remain employed here, you will do exactly as I ask. No more. No less.”

“I understand, sir. I apologize for overstepping.”

Ilias kept his face blank, not letting Mr. Costas see that he’d hurt his feelings, and stood up. He moved back to the table and sat down, but his appetite was gone. Sighing quietly, he woke up his tablet again.

Stick to your book friends, Ilias. You should have known better.

Day one—nowhere near close to being over and so far, an epic fail. At this rate, Ilias wouldn’t last a week, and he needed this job. Needed it almost as badly as he needed air, but would he allow himself to continue to be humiliated? They say everyone has a price, but would Costas keep paying it to have the privilege of abusing someone the way he did?

“Shall we get started?” Costas asked.

The sudden sound of his voice made Ilias gasp back the sip of coffee he had in his mouth. He nearly choked and briefly wondered if Costas would save him or let him drown in java.

To win an ebook copy of Beast in the format of your choice, tell me what color of green is your favorite.  

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