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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/

Twitter: http://twitter.com/TrashyWriter

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

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Good Reads: http://www.goodreads.com/trashywriter

BUY LINKS:

http://www.evolvedpub.com/ameliajamesbooks/

 

http://www.amazon.com/Home-Is-Where-Heat-ebook/dp/B00K4IM7TK

 

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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Have fun and capture some nice prizes.

http://www.theromancereviews.com/event.php

My blog day is June 26.  Join me!  I have several prizes on offer, including a download of Hot Spanish Nights, swag and some lovely jewelry!

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XOXO Spring Blog Hop (2)

Join the HOP!! http://sensuouspromos.blogspot.com for PRIZES~~~

I had too much to say about why I like Spring.  I hope you will embrace my latest creation, the reason I stay at home when others are flirting, dancing, cavorting, having sex and celebrating spring.  Oh, and driving with the top down!!  I do all those things, but my books figure strongly in my life.  If only I could find one of my heroes, his life would be in danger.

On Wings of Desire short excerpt on Spring from my Seph’s and Gloria’s POV:

He eased her legs to their flowery bed.  Her inner muscles still sucked at his cock.  She stroked the firm ass tucked between her knees, snuggled her face in the blanket of softness spread over them.  The stream whispered its song.  The scent of honeysuckle was so strong she could taste the sweetness.  A dove cooed, answered by its mate.  The earth beneath her smelled rich and dark, warm to her back.  Sated and secure beneath her angel’s wing, Gloria dozed.  She couldn’t believe she’d told him she loved him, couldn’t believe it was true.

Seph lowered his head, flared his majestic wings and kissed her breasts.  His cock hardened, sliding in her juices.  He was definitely up for another go.

The muscles in his butt tightened as he plumbed her depths.  “Gloria, ah, Gloria, see what you do to me.” He nuzzled her neck. “I want more.”

The first deep thr0a8892722d558640ust hurt.  Gloria gasped, sucking his hair into her mouth.  She wound the strands around her tongue, tasting his unique scent.  With a will of its own, her body lifted and fell as he drove hard and fast, alternated slow and deep.  Smothering her moans with kisses, he drew out, plunged into her again.  He probed her passage, his swollen cock striking the trigger that had driven her wild the first time they fucked.  The need scorching her veins focused between her legs.  She stroked the downy feathers of his under wing, and he whispered kisses on her neck.  Rapture blazed through her.  She climaxed on a high-pitched scream that resonated through the trees.  His shaft pulsed in the swell of her orgasm.  He punched deep and came in her pulsing canal.  Seph eased off her, and even though she shivered in the afterglow, she felt empty.  He flipped her on her side, cuddling to her back.  One wing spread behind him, the other covered them in a blanket of softness.  She snuggled against him, and he spooned around her.

Seph’s lips brushed her neck.  “Sleep.  I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.  We have a couple of hours yet.”Wings_final (2)

Gloria sighed.  “I’m satiated.  Are you?”

On Wings of Desire is available in Ebook on Amazon.  http://www.amazon.com/On-Wings-Of-Desire-ebook/dp/B00BQYUJY6/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1363744966&sr=8-5&keywords=bianca+swan

Don’t be confused by the cover.  Same novel!!

Available in Ebook and print on the Double Dragon Website at:  http://www.double-dragon-ebooks.com/single.php?ISBN=1-77115-070-X   Read the first chapter!!

Keep hopping for great prizes including the grand prize:  An eBook prize package including from XOXO Publishing’s authors

I’m giving away a Hot Spanish Nighs coffee mug with the beautiful cover and a swag packet, including pen, autographed cover flats and download of Celestial Sin.

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Alex’s body is in a coma. His soul, however, is not. Desperate to become whole, he must first convince stubborn beauty Evening Sinclair that he is not dead.

For generations, the Sinclairs have been healers. Using a gentle touch to heal the body and a soothing word to heal the soul, Evening Sinclair is no different. Yet despite her secret abilities, Eve has a somewhat normal existence. She enjoys her small physiotherapy practice, dotes on her eight-year-old daughter and occasionally helps souls get back into their bodies-that is until Alex, with his brooding good looks and glowing eyes, appears in her kitchen.

Alex is desperate to get back into his body-two innocent lives depend on it. His only obstacle is Eve and her stubborn fear. Unfortunately for Eve, Alex is ruthless and just as stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He will not ‘go away’ and no matter how much Eve tortures him with her lush body and perfect mouth, he will not change his mind. Eve will merge him, and if it takes him haunting her day and night, she will merge him back with a body-any body.

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“I can feel you touch me.” Alex raised his head, a half smile on his face.

Her eyes met his. “You do?”

He nodded. “Again.”

This time, she started at his shoulders and ran her hands down the entire length of his arms to his hands, where she made an attempt to clasp them in her own.

“How are you doing this?”

“I don’t know? How can you feel me?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know?”

Staring down at their hands she asked. “What do you feel?”

“It’s like when your foot falls asleep and you get that ‘pins and needles’ sensation, mixed with a warm tingling.”

Eve met Alex’s stare. “You’re really not dead.”

He studied her intently. “Is that why you won’t help me, because you think I’m dead?”

Embarrassed, she turned away. “I thought you might be and that you were having trouble…moving on.”

“Moving on?” he repeated. She heard him exhale in a huff but didn’t want to face him yet. “Eve?” He used her name to get her attention but she didn’t budge. “Evening.” This time her name was said with more force.

Her cheeks were warm when she faced him. She expected him to be annoyed but he only showed concern. “Do you see the dead too?”

“No. Never, just medians. My mother did, I thought maybe it had started for me too. It was the only explanation I could come up with as to why you were still hanging around me.” Her throat felt like it was beginning to close up with the thought of it, but she asked him anyway. “Have you seen…them…out there?”

ABOUT NANCY:

 Nancy’s addiction for a good trash novel began in her late-teens when her grandmother gave her a bag of Harlequin Romance books. She was hooked and spent the next few years lurking in the dark corners of used bookstores searching for her next fix. Until, one marriage and two kids later, her own ideas had her jumping up at 3 am (much to her husband’s annoyance) and typing them into her laptop. Beside her husband and children, Nancy has three passions, rearranging furniture, buying bed linens and, of course, writing. Nancy lives in Eastern Ontario with her family and two over sized lap dogs.

WHERE TO FIND NANCY:

Email address:  Fancy-nancy@hotmail.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/NancyAdams.scribblingseduction

Website: to come

 

Nancy is giving away a $20 Total-e-Bound or Amazon gift card to one random commenter so say hello!

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