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Linda Nightingale is there with a chance to win a $10 gift card.  They didn’t list the book.  😦   Go to http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php and scroll down to Question #5.  The answer is on her web site under the Free Reads, Vampyre Interlude,http://www.lindanightingale.com.  Come play and have fun, plus win prizes!

Here’s her new cover for the Morgan stories (his darker side is featured in Vampyre Interlude).  I love it!!!  Soon from The Wild Rose Press.

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VBT_TourBanner_LoveForSaleThis 5-star book is being featured in a Book Tour August 31 through September 4th. One lucky commenter, through a Raffleopter giveaway, will win a beautiful pair of genuine turquoise and silver stud earrings.

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Here is the links for the tour.  Follow Linda on tour for interesting guest blogs and more chances to win! And get to know her better!

August 31: Long and Short Reviews
August 31: Christine Young
September 1: Romance Novel Giveaways
September 2: The Reading Addict
September 3: Archaeolibrarian – I dig good books! – review
September 3: Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews
September 4: Lisa Haselton’s Reviews and Interviews

The great cover is in the Golden Cover Contest and made the first cut.  The second round will be judged by cover artists. Buy Link:

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SinnersObssession-510Join the fun and games today at The Romance Reviews 4th Anniversary Party and win! Today is Linda’s day, and she’s giving away to one lucky contestant an autographed print copy of Sinners’ Obsession, the Sequel to Sinners’ Opera. Grand Prize is a $100 Gift Card. SCROLL down to Question #13 (oh lucky day!!?)   http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php

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4th Anniv PosterThere are more than 350 participating authors and publishers, and  more than 350 prizes up for grabs during the whole month of March.

Grand prize is a $100 Gift Certificate!

Linda Nightingale is there with prizes and her day is March 19th.  See you then!!!???

You need to register and be logged in at TRR before you can play the game.

 

COME PLAY WITH US FOR GREAT PRIZES AND BUNCHES OF FUN!!!

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Enter to win one of the giveaways:  Signed print copy of Sinners’ Obsession, the sequel to Sinners’ Opera, a Phillips battery-operated travel toothbrush, swag and character trading cards!  Linda says Sinners’ Opera is the book of her heart.  http://www.welovekink.com

The book to be won:  SinnersObssession-510

Blurb of Sinners Obsession:

BOOK BLURB:

A frantic mother researches her daughter’s flawed DNA in a race against time, suffering disappointment after disappointment in her search for a cure.

In this sequel to Sinners’ Opera, Morgan D’Arcy, English lord, classical pianist and vampire, finally wins his Isabeau. Six months of painful separation have eroded Isabeau’s need to remain true to her wicked bargain with the most powerful vampire in the world, Lucien St. Albans.   During their estrangement, Isabeau gives birth to Morgan’s daughter, Eroica—a DarkeChilde, half-human and half-vampire, outlawed by the Vampyre Code. She loves Morgan too much to live without him and relents to his enticing pursuit, but a dangerous confession nearly shatters their idyllic existence. In a dark moment, Morgan tells Isabeau their child carries a defective gene that will cause Eroica to go mad at puberty.

Eroica D’Arcy is the subject of Isabeau’s deal with the devil. When their beautiful blonde daughter reaches her twentieth birthday, she is promised to the Dark Prince of vampires, Lucien St. Albans.

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MEDIA KIT PRIZE Chocolate bars2Amelia be awarding a candy bar and book mark to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a Grand Prize of a limited addition signed copy of Home is Where the Heat is to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. (INTERNATIONAL WINNERS)

 

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Home is Where the Heat Is

The Twisted Mosaic’s reader favorite, Claire, has some twisted fun of her own.

Dependable paralegal Claire O’Connor knows the man of her dreams is out there waiting for her, and she’s ready for him. Imagine her surprise—and delight—when she discovers not one but two men who lust for her. One adores her; the other challenges her. One makes sense; the other is a gamble.

Despite the family tragedy that shaped his past, JT Luck has only known professional success. His personal life, however, is a failure. He doesn’t want a relationship, and while his ‘let it ride’ attitude keeps most women at a distance, Claire is eager to roll with him.

But when she finds out Kurt Langston, the office’s resident computer geek, harbors a secret crush for her, she wonders if he’s the safer bet. Kurt doesn’t get close to people, and his feelings for Claire make no sense in his carefully ordered life. His unexpected bond with JT pushes him to take chances he never imagined.

Go all-in or go home? Either way, the heat could be more than they can handle.

 

Excerpt:

Claire gasped as the door burst open. JT jumped up and moved in front of her.

A man stood and stared, one hand on the doorknob and the other at his belt buckle. “Oops, sorry.” He grinned at JT. “Nice job, man.”MEDIA KIT home heat new

“Get out.” JT forced the words between his teeth.

The guy backed up and closed the door.

Claire’s heart hammered in her chest. Caught! That man had seen JT licking her… he’d seen her spread legs and everything in between. “Oh God.” The room spun and JT caught her as she teetered off the counter.

“Are you okay?” He pulled her close.

“I don’t know.” A stranger had seen her in a most vulnerable position. She should be shocked and appalled, humiliated or embarrassed. But a hint of pride and secret excitement fluttered in her lower abs. She retrieved her discarded panties, and JT helped her tug them over her boots. She pulled her skirt down then turned and splashed cool water on her face while he adjusted his pants. “Holy shit.” I’m swearing?

“Yeah.” He ran a hand through his tousled hair. “I forgot to lock the door. I’m so sorry.”

She shrugged. “I forgot too.”

He raised an eyebrow as he studied her face in the mirror.

She glanced down at the counter, trying to hide her eyes from his penetrating gaze.

“You are a bad, bad girl.”

 

MEDIA KIT Amelia JamesABOUT AMELIA:

I got hooked on trashy romance novels in junior high, but my mom took them away from me, But she couldn’t stop me from daydreaming. After I got married, I wrote some of my naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published. I kept daydreaming and writing stories until my dirty stories turned into trashy books.

 I live in Colorado, but I’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When I’m not lusting after my next bad boy hero, I’m looking for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, morally ambiguous lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.

 You can find me on Facebook, and on Twitter I’m known as Trashy Writer. I call myself a trashy writer because I want my readers to know that I enjoy mindless escapism as much as they do. I’m not out to win a Pulitzer Prize. (But I’m an award-winning finalist in erotica, USA Book News 2012.) I just want to help someone relax and get away from it all for a little while. I write romance, erotica and trash for fun and pleasure.

Trashy’s Treasures Blog: http://trashystreasures.com/

 

Books: http://evolvedpub.com/ameliajamesbooks/

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/home-is-where-the-heat-is-amelia-james/1119391652?ean=2940149494408

 

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FOLLOW AMELIA ON TOUR FOR MORE CHANCES TO WIN!

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Until August 20th, you can enter to win a print copy of Linda Nightingale’s paranormal romance, Sinners’ Opera.  The book is getting super reviews.  Here’s the link:

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18109222-sinners-opera

sinners20 (2)Excerpt:

Chapter 1 – Sangreal

Charleston, South Carolina, May 29th

 

“Dear Lord,” a woman called to heaven, “such a young man.  So near death.  What could have happened to you?”

My body was one long, cold ache, but a hot center throbbed in my chest.  Wet and shivering, I craved only sleep and the blackness that held me.

Sirens wailed to a crash of thunder.  Somewhere, someone was in trouble.

I drifted on the ebb and flow of pain until the woman gave me a gentle shake.  Forcing my eyes open, I blinked to focus on the indistinct shapes materializing from fog.  Rainbow angels battled demons in a stained glass window.  Marble statues leered at me from the shadows.  An ornate crucifix cast its silhouette on the ebony saint bent over me.  Her countenance was round and full, her nose broad.  Pity glistened in her dark eyes.

“You’re awake.”  A smile trembled on her lips.  “Thank you, Jesus.”

She seemed to be in close communication with the man on the cross.  My upper body rested on her lap, my legs stretched on a shiny wooden floor.  Lush breasts cradled my head.  Her red blouse smelled of fresh baked bread, the tiny pearl buttons mesmerizing.

“I do declare you had me worried; you been so still-like.”

Her thick dialect called to me from the past, but I didn’t know if it was yesterday or years ago.  I don’t know who I am.  I frowned, trying to remember.  A trill of music scrolled through my mind.  The woman gave a tentative smile.  I started to smile back, but the scent of fear distracted me.  My clothes reeked of fear.

Another fragrance—dusky red and delicious—sent a shiver through me.  The rich aroma of her blood appealed to me on levels I didn’t understand.  The sensation was raw hunger mingled with passion.  Beyond the blood-scent, the musk of old wood and incense, the perfume of religion, summoned a vision of a blond boy in blue velvet and white lace kneeling at an altar.  As I grasped at the memory, like a wave retreating from the shore, something important slipped away from me.

The woman’s admiring gaze drifted over my face.  I wanted to touch her, tell her how much…how very much…I ached to kiss her black satin throat, but when I tried to lift my hand nothing happened.  Terrified, I glanced at my hands.  The bleached fingers were curled into dead claws.  The hands once considered magic and beautiful were horrible.

Panic drew my knees toward my chest.  “Oh, God, my hands can’t be paralyzed.”

The blow was physical, knocking the breath from me.  If I’d been struck blind, even deaf, I could still play, but if my hands were paralyzed—I was lost.  Music was my beloved mistress.  My piano alone stood between madness and me.

My companion shook her head, refusing to meet my wild-eyed gaze.  “Shush now, you going to be all right.  Mother Superior’s gone to call for help.”

“Mother Superior?”  Was I lying in a nun’s lap?  I was in a church, and that seemed totally absurd for some reason, but I was too terrified to laugh.  Crisp dark curls peeked from beneath a blue bandana, not a wimple.  “You’re not a nun.”

She stiffened as if I’d offended her.  “I come help the sisters out.  I might be a nun some day.”

The woman’s expression softened.  Lips pursed, she shook her head, dark eyes sad.  Her pity mortified me.  No one, since I’d been that boy in velvets and lace, had seen me cry.  Swallowing tears, I squeezed my eyes closed.  The other feelings she excited, I couldn’t deal with now.  She stroked my cheek, and I remembered to breathe but refused to open my eyes.  I couldn’t bear the sight or the scent of her.

An internal map—an anatomical image of flesh, muscles and veins—spread across my eyelids.  Hours, days, years might have passed, but it was probably only a moment or two.  Tingling needled my numb arms, swept into my fingertips, relaxing the ugly claws.  Holding my breath, afraid to hope, I willed my right hand to lift, felt the sensation of movement and opened my eyes.  The hand rose, hovered, flopped on my abdomen.  Dried blood crusted a jagged hole in my black velvet coat.  Fresh blood warmed the center of the wound.

Ah, another shade of the dusky red fragrance.  My blood possessed a wild bouquet, almost feral, and completely different from the woman’s blood.

 

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