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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Boss and Her Billionaire by Michele de Winton

THE BOSS AND HER BILLIONAIRE

Michele de Winton

Entangled Publishing

July 15th 2012

158 pages








He threw her inhibitions overboard.

Cruise director Michaela Western has everything she wants—everything except a sex life. But there are no secrets on cruise ships. She risked her job once for a dalliance with the Captain, and won’t do it again for a few minutes of toe-curling pleasure. Until a devilishly handsome new staffer with a body made for sin tempts her to walk on the wild side...

Investment billionaire Dylan Johns always gets what he wants. He is used to giving orders—not taking them—until he’s forced to go on hiatus from his investment company. To bide his time and carry out an old dream, he takes a job on a cruise ship—and ends up taking orders from his gorgeous, but uptight, new boss. He is determined to loosen her up with a fun onboard romance, but their no-strings fling turns serious and Dylan is forced to confess his lies. 

When the affair threatens to shatter Michaela’s own career dreams, she finds herself caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.









“Like I said, I don’t do holidays. If I’d had to sit around and read a book for this long, I already would have gone crazy.”

Dylan smiled at her, a coronary-inducing, thigh-quivering smile. She wanted to throw herself at him, but he stood up. “So, ready for some fun?”

He’d said it again. Fun. Of course. For a moment, she thought he was going to say something different. That there might be something more between them than a bit of fun. But no, fun was just what she needed. At least for now.

“Can we start again?” she asked.

Dylan’s smile was delicious—the green of both ocean and forest in his eyes, and the heat in their depths sparkled. “To fun?” he asked and held out his hand.

“Fun,” she said, taking it, her heart racing.

“Now, about that snorkeling,” he said. “Race you to change?”

Michaela wondered at what his definition of fun might be. As she changed into her pale blue bikini in the luxurious bathroom, her skin tingled, and when she emerged she felt Dylan’s gaze as if his eyes had physically stroked her.





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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Michele was born in the mid 1970’s amid a burgeoning sprawl of vineyards and new retirement homes. Despite training in law (or perhaps because of it) she has been a dancer, producer, writer, and all round arty type in various countries for most of her life. Now back home in New Zealand after travelling a plenty, she is a mom to one and writes full time in an office surrounded by whispering trees.

You can find Michele on:
Post a comment on her blog http://micheledewinton.blogspot.co.nz/
Drop her  a line through http://www.micheledewinton.com
She also blogs at The Naked Hero as The Luna goddess: http://www.thenakedhero.com
And on the Indulgence blog: http://entangledindulgence.wordpress.com/




Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Not the Marrying Kind by Nicola Marsh

NOT THE MARRYING KIND

Nicola Marsh

Entangled Publishing

July 14th 2012

137 Pages









Who said marriage had to be convenient?

LA party planner Poppy Collins has kept her secret side business – planning divorce parties as the Divorce Diva – a close secret, but keeping her business afloat is proving tougher by the day. When her sister’s divorce party gives Poppy the opportunity to save the day and boost her business, Poppy approaches Vegas golden boy Beck Blackwood for help. But this time, she’s about to get way more than she bargained for…

Beck knows Poppy’s secret, and he’s not afraid to use it to get exactly what he wants – a wife. With his reputation and business expansion plans on the line, the only way he can repair the damage is by getting hitched, and fast. And if blackmail is the only way to get Poppy to the altar, then so be it…

But they’re in the city of high stakes, and Poppy has a few aces up her sleeve. Now it’s time to find out if they’re playing to win… or if they’re playing for keeps.







Nicola Marsh has taken the marriage of convenience and brought it into this century! Beck and Poppy's story has a little of everything...blackmail, snarky humor, gorgeous alpha hero, sassy heroine, and last but not least hot sexy romance. It also has a couple of characters in the back-story that probably really need their own story (hint,hint).  It made for a great one sitting read...grab a cool drink and spend a couple hours with this fun one!
This book is from Entangled Publishing's Indulgence line. EBook provided by the publisher for review.








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Monday, August 13, 2012

Spotlight on Only Scandal Will Do



ONLY SCANDAL
WILL DO


Jenna Jaxon

Lyrical Press

July 17th 2012

253 pages








Kidnapped and sold at auction in a London brothel, Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam squelches an undeniable attraction to the masked stranger who purchased her, pits her wits against him, and escapes him and the scandal that would ruin her life.
Unable to resist temptation in a London brothel, Duncan Ferrers, Marquess of Dalbury, purchases a fiery beauty. She claims she's a lady, but how can she be? No lady of his acquaintance in polite society is anything like her.
Then he discovers she is who she says, and that this latest romp has compromised her reputation. He knows how that is. One more scandal and he'll be cast out of London society, but he needs a wife who'll provide an heir to carry on his illustrious family's name. He seeks out Katarina, intending only to scotch the scandal, but instead finds his heart ensnared.
He's betting their future he'll capture her heart, but does he have what it takes to win the wager?

WARNING: A blade-wielding heroine who crosses swords with a master of sensuality.









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Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical  and contemporary romance who has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own writing.
Jenna lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage.
She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.





Friday, August 10, 2012

Spotlight On Eleanor's Heart by Misa Buckley



ELEANOR'S HEART


Misa Buckley

Champagne Books

June 30th 2012

111 Pages






Dying of a rare blood disease, Eleanor Franklin needs laudanum to ease the pain, often driven to steal in order to buy more. But when she steals a ruby she has no idea that the gem will tip her into the midst of a deadly species war.Saved by Jefferson Park, she discovers a man with an even darker past than her own: he is one of the last true Vampires fighting to stop the eradication of his kind.


But the Sanguine aren’t the only problem as Eleanor finds herself falling in    love with Jefferson. It is a relationship she cannot commit to, as she knows    her time is limited, and she will not risk breaking his heart.






But I couldn’t run far, not when every slip on the ice beneath my feet made the pain in my back and ribs flare more. I darted into another alley, realizing too late that there might be yet more creatures hiding in the shadows. I struggled on, every breath an agony now. I wanted laudanum. Dear God, I needed laudanum. The pain would only get worse, otherwise. Whereas sometimes I prayed for death, now it was chasing my heels, I found that I didn’t want to die. Not now, and certainly not as I imagined that thing would dispense death. I pulled on my dwindling strength and rounded another corner.
Ahead of me, a man stood in the center of the alley. I skidded to a halt. He regarded me with a steady gaze, unperturbed by my sudden appearance. In fact, I thought that he seemed ready for it, even though he was dressed for a night at the opera. His dress suit was dark and immaculate, expensively styled, while his polished shoes reflected the scant light.
He wasn’t a large man, and there was plenty of room to pass by him, yet despite that I knew instinctively he represented a greater danger than the thing chasing me. A passing breeze confirmed this notion; billowing his red-lined cloak to reveal how the long fingers of his right hand toyed with the silver grip of a pistol. His eyes shifted from my face to the soft scuttling behind me. The wry amusement that had marked his expression up to then fell away.
“You might care to move out of the way,” he told me, his tone light but with a slight undercurrent of tension. I decided to heed his warning and moved to the side of the alley. Cold leeched from the bricks through my thin blouse as I pressed against the wall. Ice sank straight into my marrow and caused the pain to multiply a hundred-fold. My eyes blurred with tears.
In that moment, a soft whump echoed off the alley walls. Static prickled over my skin, and the tang of ionized √¶ther filled my mouth and nostrils. Something fell with a heavy, wet sort of sound. I dared to open my eyes and saw the creature dead on the ground, the dark stranger standing over it. As I stared at the scene, the creature’s form rippled and fell in on itself, turning into a puddle of black ichor.
Gagging at the stench of long-dead flesh, I turned and retched. My stomach twisted in knots and the acrid bile burnt my throat. Tears stung my eyes. A hand on my shoulder jolted me. My spine snapped as I straightened too quickly. My startled gaze met a pair of gray eyes, narrowed in contemplation.
His face was lean and clean-shaven, his pale skin stark in the darkness. His cheeks were hollow, bisected by sharp bones. Thin lips were pressed into a flat line. The slight breeze ruffled his already unruly hair, lending him a somewhat manic look. This was echoed by the pistol he still held. My jaw dropped at the tell-tale white-blue glow of the crystal chamber: I’d heard about √¶ther weapons, but this was the first one I’d laid eyes on. What did it mean that this man had such a device?





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Thursday, August 9, 2012

Waking Up In the Wrong Bed by Natalie Anderson



Waking Up in the Wrong Bed

Natalie Anderson

Harlequin

August 1st 2012

190 Pages







When film location scout Ellie Summers sneaks into a colleague's hotel room with seduction in mind, she's thrilled by her own daring!



But the smug morning-after glow morphs into red-faced mortification when she wakes in the arms of a total stranger! Ruben Theroux might be fine with the situation, but a flustered Ellie most definitely is not.



Ellie's only defence against this very attractive guy is to insist they're friends only--strictly no benefits! But Ruben isn't a successful businessman for nothing--they'll be good together, and he's happy to play dirty to get what he wants....





[In this scene, it’s the morning after and Nathan is dealing with a very lovely woman who’s made one massive mistake…]

“You’re not Nathan.” Strangled sound emerged as she stated the obvious.
     “No,” he answered calmly, not moving a muscle so as not to freak her more. But who the hell was Nathan and how she could have made such a mistake?
     “How can you not be Nathan?” she gasped.
     Yeah, his thoughts exactly. “Well,” he stated it quietly. “This isn’t Nathan’s room. This is my room.” Literally. Every room in the place was his.
     Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. He waited – motionless – to see how this was going to go. She didn’t seem to realise her thighs were sandwiching his hand in a hot, smooth vice and he wasn’t going to make any sudden kind of movement. But the memory of those limbs straddling his hips wasn’t helping him recover his equilibrium. All he could feel were those lush, strong curves. He wanted the rest of him to be in the midst of them again.
     She flicked a wild glance around the room and then arrowed all her attention right back at him. “But this has to be his room, I counted the doors. The other one was empty.”
     He pressed his lips together to stop the chuckle sliding out because he didn’t want to make the situation worse for her.
     “Are you sure you’re in the right room?” she asked, her eyes still shocked wide.
     “Positive. I got in late last night,” He’d been so tired it had all he’d been able to do to stumble from the shower straight to what was definitely his bed. “I came to bed and then the best dream ever turned out to be real.”
     Only his dream-turned-real lover was now turning fifty shades of red – embarrassment staining her skin in a swift sweep. Her murmurs of pleasure came back to him – her rough claim that she hadn’t known it would be so good. Yeah. The sweetheart had made a mistake. She’d meant that passion for some other guy. A sharp claw of jealousy swiped his ribs, puncturing his enjoyment of his best ever wake-up. But hadn’t been some other guy who’d pleased her so much. It had been him.
     “You’re a guest here?” she asked in a low choked voice.
     “Actually I –”
     She never gave him the chance to introduce himself, instead she launched into a monologue of mortification and panic. “Oh I can’t believe this. I can’t believe it. I’m so sorry. I am so, so sorry.”
     Partly because he wanted to see her reaction, but mainly because he couldn’t resist, he let his fingers stroke – just the once, so very gently in the hot, damp prison she gripped them in.
     The incessant apologies ended instantly on a breathless gasp. Her mouth reddened, her muscles tightened and her temperature sizzled. His eyes locked on hers, watching the blue go brilliant, then her black pupils absorbed that colour as they swelled super fast. Her flush deepened. He felt the spasms before she twisted, releasing him as she scuttled to the far edge of the bed.
     “You don’t need to apologise,” he said, wondering if he should be the one saying sorry now. But he couldn’t quite regret it. She’d been waking up so wonderfully willing in his arms when she thought he was this Nathan, but just then? That had been a raw response to him. She was hot and hungry for him. As she’d been last night when he’d been the one to meet her demands.
     A swift glance told him what he needed to know – there were no rings between those white knuckles. No guy had staked a permanent claim and the Nathan guy was a fool for not taking her to bed sooner. The woman was passionate and hungry, literally a dream lover.
     He coughed to ease the constriction in his chest. “I’m sorry I’m not Nathan.”
     Only because he wanted what she’d meant for the other guy – that invitation and pleasure. Hell, he wanted it now. He was stiffer than a steel pipe and feeling her sensual response spike like that had worsened it. But he fought the impulse to drag her close again, wincing at his new-found Neanderthal leanings.
     The poor woman was completely mortified and he was all rampaging lust, desperate to sleep with her again. What kind of human was he? 










Great afternoon read! Ellie and Ruben's story is so cute, I found myself laughing and rooting for their relationship to make it from the very beginning. The well written characters have a good sense of humor that makes the book all that more interesting. I really enjoyed this wonderfully well written "will they won't they" romance and will be reading more of Ms. Anderson's work. EBook provided by the author for review.













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USA TODAY bestseller Natalie Anderson writes fun, frisky, feels-good contemporary romance for Harlequin Mills & Boon and Entangled. With over twenty books published, she’s also been a Romantic Times Award nominee & a finalist for the R*BY (Romantic Book of the Year). She lives in Christchurch, New Zealand with her husband, four children and what feels like a million ducks. Find out more at her website http://www.natalie-anderson.com  and be sure to sign up for her newsletter there as she often has subscriber only eTreats!

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Welcome Ros Clarke author of The Oil Tycoon and Her Sexy Sheikh

Ros... Welcome to LtRR we are so glad to have you here today! 

Please share a short bio with us:
Ros is a writer, a student, a church worker, a crafter, a blogger, a twitterer, a lazy gardener, and an appalling housekeeper. She lives in a sixteenth century shed in England and is very glad that it has twenty-first century plumbing. She is interested in almost everything except cricket and football (US and UK) and mostly she likes happy endings in fiction and in real life.

Can you tell us more about The Oil Tycoon and Her Sexy Sheikh?
It’s a contemporary romance with a very contemporary conflict – the need for the wealth that oil brings versus the destruction it does to the environment. Doing battle over this question are Sheikh Khaled of Saqat, a marine biologist and heir to the throne, and Olivia McInnes, an oil executive who is determined to take control of her father’s company. He’s deeply principled but knows he needs to do his duty. She’s talented and ambitious and won’t let anything get in the way of her career. When his principles come up against her ambition, sparks fly in the boardroom – and in the bedroom.

Where did the idea come from?
I wanted to write a sheikh book that seemed like it could belong in the real world of the Middle East where religion, politics and oil all combine to make it a complicated and fascinating world. Oil was my starting point and the potential for serious environmental damage in the Persian Gulf. Once I’d worked out that I wanted my sheikh to be the environmentalist, I had to have his counterpart be the oil executive, and it all flowed from there.

What sort of research did you do for this book?
I have a friend who used to be an oil engineer, so I talked to him a bit about life on an oil rig. I’ve lived in northern Scotland, so that part of the book was relatively easy to write. Otherwise, I did a lot of reading up on the research areas of the Natural History Museum, the reproductive cycle of dugongs, and the marine life of the Persian Gulf.

Do you have a common theme or item that appears in each of your books?
Hah! I do. Only one person has spotted it so far, and it began accidentally but it is so brilliant that I am now doing it deliberately, but I want it to be a secret that every reader can discover for themselves, so I’m not going to tell you what it is.

As far as themes go, food tends to play a big role in my books. But mostly I think it’s that I like to write about good, decent people trying to do the right thing in really difficult situations.

Who has inspired you as an author?
India Grey was the first real live author I got to know. I admire the way that she can write tired old tropes and make it feel as though you’ve never seen them before. She really inspired me to believe that I had what it took to get published.

Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing?
Laptop. I tried writing on paper a couple of times but I just can’t do it.

How do you remember ideas that come to you at odd times?
Usually I forget them. :( Occasionally I’ll make a note and sometimes the idea is so brilliant that I think of it again. But mostly I’m disorganised and don’t.


What are some of your favorite books? Who are you reading now?
I’ve just finished reading three Regencies by Louise Allen which I enjoyed a lot (the Transformation of the Shelley Sisters series). I love Heyer and Balogh and lots of great historical romance authors. As far as contemporaries are concerned, I’m a huge fan of Sarah Morgan and Kate Hewitt.

What's next for you?
A couple of short stories. I’m also working on an Indulgence featuring a sexy French footballer. And hopefully some historicals!


Where can you be found online?
You can find Ros on twitter, at Goodreads, and at her own blog. Come and say hi!

Do you have anything you'd like to ask our readers?
In The Oil Tycoon and Her Sexy Sheikh, the action moves from cold, damp, windswept Scotland where they snuggle up beside a wood fire and sip old whisky, to the scorching sands and burning sun of Saqat on the shore of the glittering Persian Gulf. For Khaled and Olivia, both places are equally romantic in their own way. Which would you prefer? Or somewhere else? Where’s your perfect romantic setting?

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Taming Talia by Marie-Nicole Ryan



Taming Talia

Loving the Lawman Book 2

Marie-Nicole Ryan

Samhain Publishing

August 14th 2012

188 pages








"She'll take her pleasure hot...until it burns its way to the cold truth."

"Loving the Lawman, Book 2"

Over her not-so-dearly-departed husband's grave, newly widowed Natalia Montrose vows to shake off the memories of her abusive marriage by bedding the first suitable man she meets. Enter handsome, flirtatious Jared Fields, who offers to help her manage her assets.

Natalia has no intention of giving up control of the ranch her father traded away-along with her hand-for gold. But she intends to enjoy this stranger's advances until all her desires are sated.

Jared is a rarity among Pinkerton agents. Well educated, the disowned black sheep of a wealthy New York City family, he enjoys the freedom afforded by his various assignments. But discovering whether the fiery Widow Montrose had her husband killed is a challenge with an unexpected twist. All he can think about is what he'll do when he gets her in bed.

Natalia and Jared circle each other warily, feeling the pull of sensual heat. But when the Blizzard of 1889 hits, the sexual sparks may not be enough to keep them warm...or alive.

Warning: Contains a sex-starved widow and a saddled-hardened Pinkerton agent who set the sheets afire. 










I'm an award winning romantic suspense author, and I've had a life-long love affair with books. I recently moved back to my old hometown in Western Kentucky. In addition to writing romantic suspense, I occasionally dabble in the erotic historical western genre.

I'm a member of ROMANCE WRITERS OF AMERICA, MUSIC CITY ROMANCE WRITERS, and (PASIC) Published Authors Special Interest Chapter. When I served as the editor of MCRW's newsletter, Love Notes, we won the RWA small chapter newsletter contest for the year 2005.










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Monday, August 6, 2012

Guest/Review/Giveaway! Brandi Evans author of His Forbidden Submissive



Hola, Lovelies!

I'm so honored you stopped by to learn a little about me and my newest release His Forbidden Submissive. This was such a fun (and sexy!) story to write, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. ;-)

I'd also like to thank my wonderful host for having me here. You so totally rock!

Now on with the show, LOL...

Since you write erotic romance, do you enjoy reading it? If so, what are some of your favorites?

Do I enjoy reading erotic romance? Heck ya! It was my love of erotic romance that got my Muse's sexual juices really flowing. The love scenes just played themsevles out in my head. Over and over and over.

So I decided to just start writing them down. *grin*

Yeah, it's hard to function with steamy, hotter-than-lava scenes playing out in my head when I'm trying to do mundane things like help the kids with homework or wash the dishes. Yeah, I know. I probably have issues only a shrink can work through, LOL.

Who do I have to thank for my, um, issues? The lovely, sexy, extremely talented Ms. Delilah Devlin.

Not only do I love, love, love her stories, I like her as a person. She's in my local RWA group. *grin* I can't tell you how much she inspired me--even if I found her extremely intimidating at first. But don't tell her I said that, LOL.

What about you, lovelies? Who's your fave erotica/erotic romance author? Dirty minds want to know. :-)

Later!
~Brandi












His Forbidden Submissive

Brandi Evans

Ellora's Cave

June 27th 2012

169 pages






To find happiness, she must do something she swore she’d never do again.

Let a man control her.

After beating cancer, Vivian goes on a mission to cleanse her life. First on the list, kicking her cheating, controlling husband to the curb. Second, discovering the answer to a question that’s been haunting her. Is the love she harbors for Brock, her bad-boy brother-in-law, genuine or a chemotherapy-induced illusion?

Brock loves a woman he can’t have. His brother’s wife. To claim her would be a betrayal. He knows loving her is wrong but he can’t help it. So when circumstances bring them back together, he can no longer deny his forbidden attraction, and they unite in a fury of passion, lust—and bondage.

But Vivian isn’t prepared for Brock’s BDSM lifestyle, no matter how sexy he looks with his tats and leathers. After ten years with a controlling husband, submission is terrifying—but so is never being with Brock again. Submission or freedom? No matter which she chooses, her life will change forever.
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Joy and pain lodged in his chest like the blunt blade of a butter knife. The memory of that time, of Vivian’s uterus riddled with cancer brought back dark memories.

Oh god no. The cancer! Was that why she was here?

He grabbed her by the arms. “Is it the cancer? Is it back? Has it spread?” He’d shake the damn truth out of her if he had to.

“No, Brock,” she whispered, her voice so soft, her smile reassuring. “I’m not here because the cancer’s back.”

“No cancer?” He just had to make sure.

“None whatsoever.”

“Oh thank god.” Relief practically leveled him and he crushed her against him, clung to her, partly to feel close to her, but mostly to keep from falling flat on his ass. Holding her felt as damn natural as breathing. Her petite body fit perfectly against his. He never wanted to let her go.

As if he needed another sign he was screwed.

He tightened his arms around her, bent close and buried his nose in the crevice of her neck. Her spicy, floral scent combined with the sensation of having her in his arms again. The dual stimuli rocked his resolve, threatened to overwhelm his better judgment.

“Brock,” she whispered. “Brock.” Deep. Husky. Wanton. Seductive. Each word described the timbre of her voice. Each word doused gasoline on the fire raging below his belt.

Christ.

He pulled back, pushed her to arm’s length. Time to move their reunion along before he did something he’d regret.

Like her.