Hello My Name Is.. Giveaway Hop

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5 Quirky/Interesting Things about Me:

  1. I HATE spiders.
  2.  I love listening to NPR ( to the peril of anyone riding in the car with me).
  3. My favorite book series of all time is Harry Potter (Yes I’m a Potter Head..lol)
  4. I don’t like watermelon. The texture is not appealing.
  5. One of the first romance authors I read as a teenager was Penny Jordan. I still love reading her books.

To enter my giveaway for an e-copy of His Source (which will soon be revamped..so this is a last chance to get it) share a quirky fact about yourself or comment on one of my quirky facts. Winner will be chosen on January 15th.  

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Love is the best revenge…

Devastated after an emotional break-up, Alexis decides to finish her fall semester and leave East Brook College and the town of East Brook forever, certain starting over in a new place will soothe her wounded heart.  Her plans are derailed when her ex-lover returns wanting another chance.  Despite the chemistry between them and their sensual history, should she risk her heart again for a man who told her she wasn’t good enough for him or his tribe?

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We’re ringing in the New Year with lots of giveaways! And by sharing some fun and wacky facts about ourselves. There’s a new giveaway at each stop so be sure to visit them all!

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Click on the image to check out other great blogs and enter to win MORE PRIZES!

 

Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon Presents~ Kim Golden

We have another great author to feature in the Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon. Welcome Kim Golden, she also has a giveaway!

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Maybe Forever Blurb

Note: Maybe Forever is book three in the Maybe… series. It starts with Maybe Baby, in which Laney and Mads meet in a very unconventional way and soon Laney must choose between the safe, comfortable life she’s had with another man in Sweden, or explore the unknown with Mads in Denmark. The story continues with Maybe Tonight, a novella told from Mads’s point of view. We meet Mads just before his first encounter with Laney and then what happens as their meeting changes his life forever.

Is the honeymoon over…?

Now married with two children, Laney and Mads are finding their life together isn’t as simple as it used to be. While Laney struggles with motherhood, Mads is so focused on chasing success that he loses sight of promises he’s made.

Better apart…?

When frustration gets the better of her, Laney takes the kids and goes to the US, hoping to find solace with her aunt Cecily, a former school teacher who now teaches yoga and meditation in Florida.

Can Laney and Mads find their way back to one another…or is it too late?

Excerpt from Maybe Forever by Kim Golden

 “Are you attracted to her?”

He glanced away. I saw the tension building inside of him. Instead of answering me, he began undressing. Was he ever going to answer me?

I didn’t want to cry anymore. I didn’t want to think about Benny or what he might have done with her. I kept telling myself that maybe I was overreacting—maybe there was nothing going on between them, but the telling silence continued to fester. Mads went into our en suite bathroom. As soon as I heard the shower sputter on, I ended up following him. He was already in the shower stall, his back to me as the water streamed down his body. I watched as he rinsed off a day’s worth of sweat…maybe even another woman’s scent…from his skin. But standing there watching him…I hated that I still wanted him. I still wanted him to want me and only me. And I knew that tonight might be the last time I could have him to myself. Maybe it was already too late. I was trembling, still unable to stop this unsettled feeling inside me. And when he finally turned off the shower and reached for his towel, I ran my hands along his hips and pulled him close. He turned and the tight expression on his face nearly sent me away. I steeled myself. He exhaled slowly and leaned into me. He captured my lips with his, kissing me tenderly at first, his lips grazing mine, the tip of his tongue gently urging me to let him in. I squeezed my eyes shut and let my arms tighten around him.  For a little while the rising heat between us was enough to make me forget. I let him peel away my camisole, let him push down my shorts. I kicked them aside. My body was coming alive for him even while my doubts were whispering to me, “This won’t help…”

But I wanted him, wanted him to fuck me until I could stop feeling so empty inside. I wanted him to claim me, to make me his again. And as he lifted me, pressed me against the wall and I hooked my legs around him, I opened my eyes again and tried to remember every moment of this. He plunged into me and, once we were joined, a tiny ball of heat flamed inside me. “It’s been too long…” he gasped in my ear. I tried to stay focused; I just wanted to feel how he throbbed inside me, remember each sensation of his chest against mine, his hands gripping my ass, my hips… the damp tile wall pressing into my back…With each thrust, with each moan, I told myself, “Remember this…remember how good it feels…” And I cried out as he touched me, deep inside, rubbing the right spot, sending waves of liquid heat through my veins, and still I wanted more.

 

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Author Bio

I grew up in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and spent most of my childhood summers in Smithfield, Virginia. I’m not sure where my love of words comes from, but I’ve loved books since I was a child and I’ve loved writing stories for as long as I can remember.

My parents wanted me to do something practical–be an engineer, a doctor, a lawyer, an accountant. But I always dreamed of doing something completely different. I knew I wanted to be a writer, even if it took a bit of time for me to get to that point.

It led me to spend more time writing stories than studying physics and chemistry in high school. It’s what led me study literature and then work on an MFA in Creative Writing at Virginia Commonwealth University. And when I finished my master’s degree, love led me away from the US and brought me to Sweden.

So what do I write? I write about relationships, about love. I often write about interracial relationships. I like reading stories about people who are different, who see past the differences and fall in love. And those are the stories I also enjoy writing. I write stories for people who know that love comes in many colors.

 Other Books by Me

Maybe Baby (Book 1 in the Maybe… series)

Maybe Tonight (Book 2 in the Maybe… series)

Snowbound

Choose Me: a novella

Linger: a short story

30 Days, 30 Stories (a Wattpad exclusive)

 Social Media Links

Website: http://kim-golden.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/SeeKimWrite

Twitter: https://twitter.com/kimigm

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/kimigm/

Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/user/KimGolden

GIVEAWAY

I’m giving away signed paperbacks of Maybe Baby and Maybe Forever (which should be ready to send by the end of the month) to the first three people who answer the following questions correctly:
Question 1:
True or false: No city in Denmark is more than 32 miles (or 52 km) from the sea.
Question 2:
Which actor was the inspiration for Mads?
Question 3:
Which actress was the inspiration for Laney?

Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon Presents~ Siera London

Yolanda, thank you for hosting me today.

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Q & A with Siera London author of CHASING AVA

Tell us what CHASING AVA is about.

I’d love to! Chasing Ava is book one in the Bachelors of Shell Cove series.  It’s a contemporary, multicultural romance set in the beautiful coastal city of Shell Cove, FL.

Ava Walters is an emotionally wounded nurse struggling to mend her shattered life. Logan Masters is a broken man pursuing his future at any cost. They never expected to find redemption in each other’s arms, but one night changes both their lives, and there’s no undoing the chain reaction of their night together.

 Purchase Link: Amazon.

 Cover Blurb

Enter the world of Shell Cove Medical Center

A world of sacrifice, seduction, and sabotage

Where everybody has a secret…

Ava Walters is a pediatric nurse who doesn’t do relationships. An abusive past has left her wounded, but she is determined to pursue her dream of becoming a Navy Nurse. Ava is in the midst of rebuilding her life when, she is targeted by a sexual harasser who wields the power to destroy her dream before it sets sail.

Logan Masters is an ambitious specialty surgeon whose past is riddled with betrayal. His trust in women is conditional–no secrets and no boundaries. When he comes to Ava’s rescue, there is no denying the spark of attraction. Things get complicated when Logan pursues Ava, rather than the arranged relationship that holds the key to his future.

After years of being alone Ava starts to believe that love is possible under Logan’s skillful touch. But Ava is harboring a secret she doesn’t want exposed. Determined to guard her heart, Ava soon discovers Logan is as focused on winning her heart as she is at shielding it.

When secrets and broken alliances threaten to torpedo both their futures, how will they learn to trust each other and chart a new course to everlasting love?

What do you love about her hero?

Logan has the right balance of push and pull in his relationship with Ava. He doesn’t allow her to avoid making difficult decisions. His unwavering devotion to Ava compels her to make choices about her own destiny.

What about your hero makes you mad?

He wants everything… yesterday. Logan is an in your face kind of hero. He looks at life through a black and white lens. You are either with him or against him.

How about your heroine?

Ava is a passionate and loving woman, but she can’t see these qualities in herself. She doesn’t realize how accomplished, she is, in spite of her hurtful past.

What’s a quote from your hero that surprised you?

Logan’s actions surprised me when Ava came into his life. He surrenders to the fact that he loves her and it’s so out of character for him to surrender anything. He surprises her with a two-carat diamond heart pendant. Logan’s words to Ava:

“It’s my heart, Ava. I’m giving my heart to you because I’m yours.”

The whole scene blew my mind.

Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next?

Join me at the Charles E. Beatley Central Library in Alexandria, VA on June 30, 2015 at 7 pm. I’ll be discussing Novel Writing Basics for aspiring authors.

Also, I’ll be at the Romance Writers of America conference in New York City, July 22-25, 2015. Please say hello if you see me. I promise not to nip at you.

 GIVEAWAY ALERT

Subscribe to my mailing list May 28-31 for a chance to win a 2015 swag bag (5 BAGS AVAILABLE) http://www.sieralondon.com

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About Siera

Siera London, a former naval officer, is a writer of contemporary romance and women’s fiction. A native Floridian, her love of coastal towns and bustling cities shines through in her sassy and sexy storytelling. Currently, she resides in the Washington, D.C. area with her husband and a color patch tabby that has free reign of the house. She is a member of Romance Writers of America.

How can readers connect with you online?

I love to hear from readers. You can chat with me on Facebook and Twitter.

E-mail me at: sieralondonwrites@gmail.com

Like me on Facebook: https://facebook.com/authorsieralondon

Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/siera_london

 

 

Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon Presents Rachael Slate

Today we’re featuring the wonderful Rachael Slate. She’s also doing a giveaway!

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Book Information: 

 Title: Trancing the Tiger: A Chinese Zodiac Romance

Release Date: February 17th, 2015

Delve into a world steeped in tradition and superstition…

After her parents become infected with the Red Death, Lucy Yeoh flees to Malaysia seeking answers. Everything in this closed-off section of the world is paradise—from the lush tropical climate to her sexy new neighbor, Sheng…who just might be delusional. He claims the Plague God unleashed the Red Death and only a circle of Chinese Zodiac spirit animals can cleanse the Earth. Even more, he insists she’s one of them: the Rabbit. Long furry ears and fluffy bunny tail included.

He’ll show her how to fight to save the world…

As the Chosen of the Tiger, the burden of restoring balance to the world has fallen onto Li Sheng’s shoulders. When he discovers that the ally he’s long awaited, the Dragon, is actually just the Rabbit, Sheng is quick to dismiss Lucy. If only she’d stay dismissed. Lucy’s Rabbit refuses to cooperate, undermining the authority of his Tiger at every turn…and seducing him to the limits of his darkest desires. He’s not supposed to want her. Not when he needs the spirit circle complete and she’s their weakest link.

She’ll show him a love worth fighting the world to save…

Sheng’s enemies draw closer, and not everyone wants Lucy alive. Together, they’ll have to navigate a treacherous world where a line between duty and their hearts has been drawn between them. They must either sacrifice one, or find a way to surrender to both.

 Buy Links: Free on Kindle Unlimited

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1sUUIYa

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/18PtvNr

B&N: http://bit.ly/16QkSRS

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About the Rachael 

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 Bio:

Rachael Slate resides on the West Coast of Canada with her husband and two children—or as she likes to call them, her own little blended world. One of the best parts about sharing in her husband’s Chinese-Malaysian culture is definitely the food—and the awesome celebrations!

Rachael writes stories that blend the lines between mythology, reality, and fantasy. In her worlds, you’ll encounter strong, sexy alpha males and the capable women who challenge them. And always, scorching hot romance.

To find out more about Rachael Slate, visit her website at http://www.rachaelslate.com or sign up for her newsletter to learn about upcoming releases at http://rachaelslate.com/Register/Maillist.

Rachael would love to hear from you. You can email her at rachaelslate@outlook.com or find her on social media here:

 Author Links

 Website: http://www.rachaelslate.com

 Newsletter: http://rachaelslate.com/Register/Maillist

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

 Street Team: https://www.facebook.com/groups/RachaelsRushHour/

 Twitter: https://twitter.com/RachaelSlate

 Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Rachael-Slate/e/B00S49W9MQ/

 Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/RachaelSlate

 Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24361900-trancing-the-tiger

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/rachaelslate/

 Tsu: https://www.tsu.co/RachaelSlate

 Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+RachaelSlate

Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vjU3LanfP0

Giveaway Info

Rachael will randomly pick commenters to receive e-copies of her books (winner’s choice, Book 1 or Book 1.5—coming in early May).

Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon Presents Chloe Blaque

Today we’re featuring the lovely Chloe Blaque. She’s discussing being multicultural, the beauty of multicultural romance stories and who (or what) she’s still holding out for. She’s also doing a giveaway!

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 In My Multicultural World

Write what you know. It was my mentor’s advice. Before I knew it I was penning strong heroes and heroines of different cultures, races, and creeds. I was writing multicultural relationships before I knew it was a separate genre.  My characters fell in love and fought for love-the quintessential romantic theme that every romance loving Caucasian, non-Caucasian, and Vampire can relate to.  Multicultural or not, the concept is universal.

Every relationship I have ever been in has been multicultural.  I’m biracial. African-American Irish-American to be exact.  If my life were a novel, I’d be the caramel colored princess of New York City. And although I don’t ride horses on a Texas Ranch or have long flowing red hair that blows in Scottish winds, I have had a romance or two or…several.  Black, White, European, Latin, Asian (I’m still hoping for the Vampire), I have done my share to unite the nations.  And I can say with conviction that Caucasians and Vampires aren’t the only people having sex.

Don’t get me wrong, I grew up reading southern cowboys, Scottish lords, and the English Royal court. The heroines were young, ivory skinned virgins. The heroes were strong, wealthy, and white. I devoured those books, even as I found my own world getting more and more colorful. I fell for a southern black guy who dumped me for an Italian girl. My Puerto Rican ex-boyfriend first kicked it to me in Spanish (I had no idea what he was saying, but it sounded really good).  The mother of my Filipino ex-boyfriend loved to curse under her breath in Tagalog.  And I dated an English white guy who endured racial slurs just for walking me down the street. These were my mini romances. We were attracted to each other’s differences and found unexpected similarities.

In my new release, DOING LONDON, Josie, is a feisty New York-born Puerto Rican with a secret X-rated past. She transplants herself in London and attracts Marco, an Italian celebrity soccer player. They are from two different worlds. Josie grew up without a stable home while Marco had strong familial bonds. Marco has steadfast spiritual beliefs while Josie might set a church on fire just by walking over the threshold. You may question if they have anything in common.  Oh, they do. They have passion, sensuality, and…well you’ll just have to read the book to find out.

I frown when I hear that Caucasian readers can’t relate to multicultural romance. Great storytelling transcends color.  Throw in a culture clash, a foreign landscape, and people of different races and I’m drooling.  The diversity of the characters are exciting, the countries exhilarating, and the cultures can be oh so sexy.  I want you whispered in your ear in a foreign language is hot!

My stories are inspired by the diverse people I see on the street every day; successful men and women of varied backgrounds who search endlessly for love and happiness. People from all over the world are falling in love all over the world. Shouldn’t we write about it?

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CHLOE BLAQUE writes non-fiction culture pieces by day and multicultural erotic romance by night. Her debut novel SURVIVAL OF THE FIERCEST was released by Loose-Id in 2014. Chloe travels a lot.  Is slightly addicted to wine and coffee. And still plays video games for rainy day fun. She hopes to move to Paris one day. For now, she lives in New York City.

Go to Chloe’s Website at www.chloeblaque.com

Email Chloe at Lovechloeblaque@gmail.com

Visit Chloe’s Facebook page www.facebook.com/chloeblaque

Tweet Chloe at www.twitter.com/chloeblaque

Pin Chloe at www.pinterest.com/chloeblaque

 DOING LONDON Blurb

Do You Like Doing it…?

It’s been five years since Josie Vasquez moved to London, changed her name, and left her X-rated L.A. life behind. She has it together now, thanks to two rules: stay out of trouble and don’t shag celebrities. Easy—until she meets Marco. Sinfully handsome and always in the tabloids, footballer Marco Verazi can have any woman he wants, and the sexy Italian wants Josie. Josie knows she should stay away, but he stirs a desire in her that she’s never felt before.

Marco doesn’t know about Josie’s past, or that her job selling goods on the “telly” for home shopping network QTV isn’t her first time on camera. Although Josie is tempted to break her rules and see what Marco has to offer, she knows they can’t be together—not unless she is willing to reveal a secret that could ruin her new life…and his.

 Buy DOING LONDON here:

Loose-Id: http://www.loose-id.com/doing-london.html

All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-doinglondon-1764764-149.html

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1NKes75

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/doing-london

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1Hkwrxg

iBooks: http://itunes.apple.com/us/book/isbn9781623008543

 Excerpt:

http://www.loose-id.com/doing-london.html#product_tabs_Excert

Dark eyes were forgotten as I stepped off the QTV elevators with a smile and a wave for Jessica, our receptionist. “Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday…” I practiced my lingual exercises as I hurried to my dressing room, saying them over as I stashed my bag and picked up the program sheet that lay on the desk. Today’s segment was a “magic” dress—a piece of fabric that could be tied and worn 100 different ways.

I was reviewing the product notes when my program manager flew in. “Thank God you’re here,” she said, practically breathless. A crumpled piece of fabric dangled from her hands. “Magic my arse.” She held up what I assumed was the dress. “No one can get this thing to tie and stay on the models. And before you say anything, yes, you have to wear one too.”

“Good morning, Margot,” I said.

Her graying dark hair was frazzled. This woman needed to calm down. This wasn’t an emergency. Try having sex in a pirate outfit on a sinking barge. That’s an emergency.

I dug in my bag and pulled out a roll of fashion tape. “Here, try this on the models. Now, where is mine so I can practice tying?”

“They are on the display table outside the studio. Take your pick of colors. There is a lovely red color, or a hot-pink one…”

“No pink,” I shot back.

I walked back into the dressing room with a royal-blue rectangle of fabric dangling from my hand. I ducked behind the changing screen and stripped down to my bra and panties, and then I frowned at the dress instructions. Sketches instead of written directions were on the tag. A few of the dress looks were easy, if you wanted to look like you were on the beach, but for—I checked the price—eighty pounds? Bugger off, as Ruby would say. The dress should tie itself for that amount. Now this thing really needed to look good.

I wrapped myself in the fabric and came out from behind the screen. The look I chose was the knee-length strapless bandage dress, where each strip of fabric was wrapped horizontally one on top of the other—like a mummy.

“Well?” I posed.

Margot’s long face scrunched. “It’s not too bad. The camera will hide most of the folds. Turn around.”

I turned.

“Yeah, those ties aren’t pretty. Make sure you don’t turn around on camera.”

“Okay. Let’s pin the ties and tape me into this thing.”

Thirty minutes later, I was pinned and taped and smiling wide for the camera under the studio lights. Behind me, five models wearing different colors and styles posed as I held my mic up to the designer of the “Magic” dress, a small Indian woman who demonstrated how to take two of the dresses and make a two-piece top and skirt.

“Whoa. You look stunning, Nina,” I said into the mic. “Isn’t that fantastic, ladies?” The studio audience nodded and gave a few bored claps. Whatever. They were only there to see Quinn Charles, QTV’s reigning star and number-one douche. Quinn had been the face of QTV for over thirty years and was the only one with celebrity guests during his segment.

Yesterday, Daniel Craig showed up to plug his next James Bond movie and endorse the limited-edition line of 007 Omega timepieces. The whole studio went apeshit when Daniel walked in. I, however, had locked myself in the bathroom. I’d met 007 years ago at a random afterparty in Vegas. We’d had a moment. He probably wouldn’t recognize me, but still.

“Well, Nina, I’m told you have a surprise for our viewers today.”

“Yes, I do.” Nina pulled out an array of printed georgette scarves and displayed them over her chubby arm. “A gift with purchase.”

“What?” My eyebrows went up in fake surprise. “A dress you can wear 100 different ways and a matching scarf for just 120 pounds? Doesn’t get any better than that.”

The weak applause said otherwise.

“Here, let me give you this one,” Nina said, smiling for the audience. The floral pattern reminded me of my grandmother’s bathroom wallpaper. Abuela loved roses. I leaned forward, striking a pose for the camera close up.

And then snap.

My pins came undone and a furious unraveling began down my back. Frozen, I searched for Margot, who was frowning at me. Then her eyes widened when a piece of fabric dropped and dangled at my waist. She gave me the cut signal.

“Let’s take a look at the models one more time. Don’t they look lovely?” I said with a smile.

Another hand signal from the pit came up, and I was off camera, but my mic was still live. Holding the loosening top of my dress, I started to backpedal off the stage. A confused Nina began to stutter.

“Nina, why don’t you tell our viewers again about the quality and the versatility of this fabric.”

Tossing my mic to a PA, I turned and ran offstage, my arms like vise grips over my front as the bandages gaped and slid down, showing the skin of my stomach and hips through the slits. I heard my name and was vaguely aware that Margot was running after me in the dark studio.

Then thwack. I ran into someone.

I heard a grunt followed by a quick, “Mi dispiace.” I’m sorry. And a hard chest covered in white was inches from my nose. I looked up. Oh God. Dark eyes with one raised slashing eyebrow were looking quizzically at me.

“The café,” I said, stunned.

“The breasts,” he whispered.

What? I snapped my head down and was relieved to see that my boobs were still covered, but just barely. I skirted around the Italian stallion’s big body, toward my dressing room.

“I mean the cakes,” I heard him shout after me, but I bolted into the dressing room and slammed the door.

What the hell was he doing here? It didn’t matter; I had to get it together. I ran to the mirror. My dress had unraveled even more to reveal my torso and the top of my panties. Amazing, on the first day of my promotion.

Reaching behind my back, I tried to wrestle the fabric back into place, but it was too stretched out to stay. Fuck my life.

Margot barreled through the door, took one look at me, and started laughing hysterically.

“Um… This isn’t funny,” I said to her reflection.

With a sigh, she sat down at the desk, stripped off her mic, and slapped down her program notes. “Dear God, I haven’t laughed like that in ages.” She doubled over with more giggles, and I shifted to stare at her, deadpan and sulking.

“If you are finished getting your rocks off, you can help me rewrap this stupid thing.”

“Don’t bother,” she said after another giggle. “We cut the segment short. Those hideous things sold out in the first 30 minutes.”

“Really? Good thing we don’t take returns.” I gave Margot the full frontal view of my shredded dress. Margot laughed again, and I joined her. “When Nina pulled out those scarves, I thought I was going to lose it.” I tugged off the blue bandages and stood in my strapless bra and panties. “And where do you find these studio audiences. They are like bumps on logs.”

“That’s them excited, darling. We’re British.”

“Hand me my skirt and top, please?”

“Fuck me, look at the body on you: toned and tight as a drum. What’s your secret?”

About %50,000 worth of plastic surgery. “You know, I work out.” I shrugged and stepped behind the changing screen, thinking of how to change the subject. Now that I was fully dressed in sewn clothes and I hadn’t fully botched my first afternoon slot, my mind wandered to other things. “So isn’t that Marco Verazi, the Italian footballer, out there?”

“Gorgeous, isn’t he?”

Yes. “I suppose…if you…ya know…like that sort. Is he starting a line of footballs or something?”

“Think he has those already. This is a line of cleats for the Kick Cancer organization. They organize football tournaments for kids with cancer and survivors to help raise money.”

I was impressed, and my eyebrows shot up. “Hot, famous, and socially conscious? Unheard of.”

“Yeah, after thirty years of marriage, I’d just be happy with hot.” Margot smirked. She handed me another set of program notes. “Quinn is gearing up for the next slot with the cleats, and then you are up with a fashion jewelry segment. Let’s keep the wardrobe malfunctions to a minimum.”

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. I answered it and, speak of the devil, Quinn stood in his designer suit looking orange and waxy. His fake tanner and stage makeup clashed as usual. I stood almost five-eight in my heels and looked down slightly on his five-six stature.

“Hey, Quinn.” I didn’t invite him in. He only ever talked to me to boast or gloat.

“Just checking in. Heard you had a little hiccup on stage.”

My gaze shifted to Fiona, Quinn’s program manager, standing off to the side. Tall and dark-blonde, she was pretty but mousy and constantly had that clipboard hugged to her chest. Like always, her eyes were searching the floor.

“I just wanted to make sure I didn’t need to clean anything up. Give a pep talk to the audience, that type of thing.”

“Eat me, Quinn.”

“Gladly, luv. But you know I’m taken,” Quinn said too loud. He threw me a sneer and strolled off.

Margot scoffed. I rolled my eyes.

Quinn, at fifty something, which he claimed was forty something, was still under the impression that no one knew he was gay—like Miami roller-skating in hot pants gay. I had worked with so many gay male costars playing straight that I’d spotted him immediately. Quinn’s beard was some twenty-year-old bikini model who I assumed was being paid to play along. I couldn’t figure out if he was keeping silent for himself, for the network, or both.

Before I closed the door, Marco stepped into my field of vision and grinned. “So, you don’t work at the café?”

Those dark eyes were so close that my brain skipped.

“No.” I gulped. My fingers itched to skim over the tattoos on his arms. Without the counter in between us, I could tell that his upper body was cut to perfection. I expected his lower body was even more powerful. My skin heated and my heart thumped, a sensation I hadn’t felt in literally years—attraction. No directors, no grips, no script, just pure sexual magnetism between a man and a woman.

“I like your cakes,” he said. I wondered if he was being cheeky, the word “cakes” a euphemism for butt cheeks in the States.

“Grazie,” I said, trying to keep my gaze from roaming all over his body. His smile was dazzling.

“You spoke Italian at the café. It’s pretty good.”

“It’s probably because of my Spanish.”

“Ahhhh. But you’re American, si?” he said as his gaze searched my face.

“Yes. Puerto Rican, actually,” I said, gripping the door a little harder. He filled the doorway, blocking out everything else but him.

A production assistant shouted for Marco. They were starting his segment. He whipped his head toward the PA and then turned back to me, his eyes intense. “I will see you later, yes?”

See him later? The audacity of this guy. To assume that just because he was a celebrity, and smoking hot, that I would sleep with him. And he’s engaged.

“I’m not interested,” I said firmly. All I needed was a whiff of a scandal, and boom. Life over.

His brow furrowed. “In the kids or me?”

Kids? What kids?

The PA called for him again, and he leaned toward me. His cologne smelled amazing. “I will see you tonight,” Marco said and walked off.

Um…no, he wouldn’t. I slammed the door.

“Are you daft?” Margot shouted.

I jumped, forgetting for a second that anyone else was there.

She went on. “The hottest man I have ever seen wants to have at you, and you say no?”

My mind raced with what to say. Excuse. I needed an excuse other than being a former porn star and avoiding celebrities and the publicity they bring.

“He’s not that hot,” I said with an unconvincing shrug.

Margot shook her head, and after a long pause, she sighed and closed her eyes. Then her gaze snapped up. “Joey, I’ve been meaning to tell you… I know… I know about you.”

There was seriousness in her voice that made my body freeze. I looked at her from the corner of my eye, and she nodded. “Yeah. I know. And it’s okay. Really. You don’t need to hide it.”

She knows. She knows. She knows. Blood pumped in my ears. “How? I mean… I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it? You never date, you never talk about men, and at Jessica’s hen party, you practically turned down every guy that came up to you.”

Last year, Margot had organized an office bachelorette party for our receptionist at the divey pub down the street. To be fair, every guy who came up to me was about sixty years old.

“But… Who else knows?”

“Everyone I expect.”

Everyone? Honestly, I almost passed out. I took in a huge breath, but once I let it out, I realized that this was a good thing. If everyone knew, then I didn’t have anything to worry about. “You know, I’m so relieved,” I said, letting my shoulders slump a bit. I’d had no idea how tense I was, but the fact that I didn’t have to hide anymore made me feel almost giddy. I could be myself, and it was okay. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you knew?”

“Well, what was I going to say? ‘Hey love, I know you like girls.’”

“Wait. Whaaat?”

“Yeah, if you weren’t a lesbian, and I said that, it would have been very embarrassing. So I just waited until the right time to talk about it.”

Unbelievable. I punched a hand on my cocked hip. “Margot, I’m not a lesbian.” I’d definitely had my share of on-camera one-on-ones, but that was it. Girls weren’t my thing.

I chuckled at the utter disbelief on Margot’s face. I swear she blinked for a full minute. Then she spoke. “Are you sure? I’ve seen you looking at me.”

I frowned, trying to figure out what the hell Margot was talking about. “What the hell are you—”

“I’m married,” Margot continued, her face breaking. Now she was just fucking with me. “And he’s an ugly bastard, but I love ’im.”

“You’re a nutter, Margot. I’m not a lesbian. And I don’t want you.”

Margot’s neck jerked back. “Then what were you so relieved about?”

“Um…I just… I haven’t dated a guy in a long time. I’ve been…hurt. It feels good to talk about it. Ya know, helps to get over it.” There, that sounded plausible.

Margot nodded slowly, as if what I was saying made sense. “Then ease back in with mister Italian sausage.”

“Yeah. No,” I said, turning slowly toward the desk to avoid any more comments. Quickly, I grabbed her program notes and waved them in the air. “I need time to study this.”

Margot shrugged and loped toward the door, turning to me before she was fully outside. “I’m a great shag, you know.” She winked.

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “There is no doubt in my mind.”

Margot gave me a curt nod and closed the door behind her.

I stared blankly at the notes, wondering if I was going to be able to pull off this secret forever.

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Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon Presents Olivia Brynn

Today’s featured author on the Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon is Olivia Brynn! She has a giveaway and has free promo materials available for interested readers.

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Blurb: 

When the uniform comes off, there’s no holding back.

Jaycee Hanson has the best seat in the house in Psych 301. Right behind Tyler Johnson, ROTC captain and star of her erotic fantasies. But while lusting from afar, she’s come to one disappointing conclusion: He doesn’t seem to date outside his race.

When an accidental touch near the end of class turns into an impromptu foot rub, the rest of her wet-noodle bones are willing to go anywhere Tyler leads. She just never expected to be led into the nearest stairwell.

Tyler isn’t sure what to make of the smart, beautiful woman in his arms. If he’d had any idea Jaycee was interested in him, he would have made a move long ago. But each time he’s looked her way, she’s avoided his gaze.

A blissful afternoon at his place seems the start of something special—until objections to their relationship arise from an unexpected source. And Jaycee starts to wonder if the sizzling sexual chemistry is enough.

This book has been previously published.

Warning: Contains a semi-public quickie against a wall, impromptu picnics, and a hero who knows where to draw the line—and it’s not between him and his woman.

Excerpt: 

There he was.

Jaycee almost stumbled down the aisle to her seat. Three days a week during Psychology 301, she sat in the same chair in the auditorium. Partly because she was a creature of habit, but also because every day he sat directly in front of her, and with the sloped seating area, she had a great view. Today was Friday, the day of the weekly Air Force Reserve Officers’ Training Corps morning meeting. He still wore his dress uniform, which meant she wouldn’t retain one word of the psychology professor’s lecture in the next ninety minutes.

He looked good.

Okay, he looked great. She barely dropped into her chair before her knees gave out. Just about every man alive earned a few hottie points when he wore an Air Force uniform, but Tyler Johnson didn’t need extra points. He looked good whether he wore his Texas Tech sweats and a tee-shirt, blue jeans and an oxford, or hell, probably nothing at all.

Jaycee bit her lower lip to stifle the groan. She knew the man was built. Even though the starched uniform covered him from neck to toes today, the tee-shirt he wore two days ago had done nothing to conceal every muscle in his hard upper body. She closed her eyes for just a moment and savored that memory. His ebony skin stretched taut over corded muscles in his triceps, the one part of his body she could freely stare at from her vantage point. They flexed and bunched, his left hand curled around the paper in front of him as he scrawled.

The door near the whiteboard closed, and Jaycee had to open her eyes and rejoin the living. Professor Cordell checked his belt buckle and tugged on the sleeves of his tweed jacket, just as he always did before class.

“Who can tell me the role the hippocampus plays in an epileptic seizure?”

Cordell somehow knew where each class left off, and picked up two days later as if no time had passed. Those who had textbooks opened them and flipped through the chapters, the rest of the class pulled out their laptops, and a low hum of business filled the room.

There must be a bike race somewhere—the six bike team members who usually surrounded her and Tyler were absent, leaving a nice bubble of privacy in the upper corner of the auditorium. Now she could look her fill without fear of discovery.

Tyler thumbed through the pages of his thick book. His nails were neatly trimmed, his fingers long and slender. Their dark color intrigued her. What an erotic picture they would make against her white breasts. Or the way their naked legs would look twisted together. Against her white sheets. Noshe’d need silky red sheets.

Oh yeah.

She squirmed in her seat, slipped off one flip-flop so it wouldn’t accidentally fall off, then crossed her legs. Her bare toes came so close to the crisp collar of his shirt she could feel the heat coming off him. Yes, the shades of their skin complemented each other.

If she wiggled her toes, she would brush the crisp shoulder seam on his uniform. She wouldn’t dare, but it was tempting. She licked her lips and stuffed down a groan.

“So, without a hippocampus, one might have a difficult time following a map. The spatial memory storage of that area is vital…

Even though she wasn’t paying attention to class, she was glad Tyler’s focus was on the man in tweed, and not on her. She’d be mortified if he knew she drooled over him during class. Tyler didn’t date women like her. She’d seen him on campus, most recently in the gym, in the arms of a very tall, very athletic and very beautiful black woman. Two weeks before, she’d caught sight of him at a local restaurant with two friends and three women. Not one of them white. She knew she wasn’t his type, and he was probably out of her league, but that didn’t stop her from these Monday-Wednesday-Friday fantasies.

Professor Cordell stopped talking and turned his back on the class to write on the dry-erase board. Collectively, the class bent over their desks to take notes. Whenever Cordell wrote on the board, it was bound to be on the coming exam. Jaycee halfheartedly wrote a few sentences down, while keeping one eye on the man in front of her.

As soon as the professor moved aside, she took a picture of the whiteboard with her cell phone.

Better than notes anyway, and she could focus on the real reason she showed up to class. She chewed on her pen cap and stared at Tyler.

The skin on the back of his neck begged for her touch. What she wouldn’t give to press her lips there. Then move up to his earlobe. Would he be the ticklish type, or would he shudder with pleasure at each breath? She’d honor each of his facial features with her lips. She shifted again, managing to edge an inch closer to him in the process.

Cordell droned on. Tyler set his pen down, then clasped his hands together and extended both arms out in front of him. He cocked his head from one side to the other, then arched his back over the seat of the chair and stretched his arms out to the side. His routine had come a little early today. Normally this display occurred five minutes before class ended.

When his shoulder brushed her bare toes, Jaycee sucked in a breath and held it. She didn’t move. She didn’t dare. These fleeting touches were like tiny surprise parties. She savored his warmth, even though only two toes were lucky enough to touch Tyler Johnson.

Slowly but deliberately, Tyler turned his head, just enough to glance over his navy-clad shoulder. Jaycee froze, not wanting him to catch her accidental caress but afraid to move now to draw attention to it.

He didn’t raise his eyes to hers, but his lips did curl in amusement before he again faced the professor.

Jaycee’s heart raced. He almost looked at her. He almost smiled at her.

Good freaking God. You’re acting like some wallflower virgin. He laughed at your toes for Christ’s sake. Jaycee took a deep breath and tried to find her center. Outgoing, physically fit and a pretty good B student, she really had no reason to lust after this one particular guy for half a semester. Two of her sorority sisters had friends that they each insisted would be a “perfect match”, and that sexy geek in chemistry lab was practically begging for her phone number. She wasn’t holding out for Tyler, but it was really hard to get excited about any other man when this Adonis was sitting in front of her.

She’d never before lost her self-control over a simple grin aimed at her foot, but damn. That was about the hottest thing she’d ever seen. If she weren’t in a room full of people, she’d fan herself. A quick glance proved that she was the only student in la-la land. Everyone else, including Tyler, was focused on Professor Cordell and his speech on brain function. For some reason the fact that she could indulge in her fantasies with fifty others in the room only excited her more. Maybe she had some unexplored exhibitionist tendencies.

Her toes were still pressed against his shoulder blade. He hadn’t moved away, and there was no way he couldn’t feel the pressure. Especially when she curled her toes, brushing the fabric of his jacket. In fact, she could have sworn that he leaned back just a bit. She pinched her eyes closed, soaking in the sensation. Tyler leans into her touch. Her breath turned shallow and her heart thumped heavily. She opened her eyes to find the room as it was, completely mundane and normal. It seemed odd that she was the only one in the room who felt like crawling out of her skin and into Tyler’s.

Feeling suddenly bold, she slipped her big toe into the crease beneath his thick arm. She meant to pull away just as quickly as she dipped in and pretend it was accidental, but he clamped his arm over her foot, securing it to his side.

Jaycee swallowed, waiting for him to lean away from her impromptu game of footsie, or even to get up, give her a dirty look and move the empty seat beside him. Instead, he laid down his pen and reached beneath his arm to grasp her foot.

She jumped, an involuntary movement that she instantly regretted, but he didn’t release his hold. Four strong warm fingers cupped the ball of her foot and pulled it farther beneath his arm, until her entire foot was swallowed by his massive biceps. While his thumb traced each knuckle on top, Jaycee sank into her seat, pleasure washing over her at the mere touch. She glanced around. Her fellow students paid her no mind. The few that were close enough to see her foot tucked beneath Tyler’s arm probably wouldn’t be able to tell anyway, as close as these seats were. He slid one long finger up the sensitive curve of her arch and Jaycee barely restrained her moan.

Oh my God, Tyler Johnson is touching me. Jaycee melted into her chair. She etched each sensation deep into her mind, vowing never to forget these few moments, knowing that she would pull the memory out in the future to keep her warm on a lonely night.

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Olivia Brynn is the very saucy alter ego of romance author Alanna Coca. Olivia was the one who lured Alanna into trouble as a child. She also would have been the one to get her mouth washed out with soap.

Since controlling Olivia wasn’t as easy as she thought, Alanna decided to set her alter ego free with Olivia’s first book,For a Price, a story about one woman’s journey to sell her virginity. Other books followed, earning five-star reviews and bestselling status. Alanna realized what fun, Olivia was writing sexy romances without censor.

Olivia writes contemporary erotic romance near a window where the view of the Rocky Mountains beckons her.

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Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon Presents Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku

Today’s featured author on the Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon is Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku. She’s showcasing her novel Kiss My Lips (love that title) and including a giveaway. Enjoy 😉 

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Title: Kiss My Lips

Author: +Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku 

Series: Holiday Series, #2

Genre: Romance/Contemporary/Multicultural/Interracial

ISBN: 978-1502776549 (Paperback)

Publication Date: Wednesday 29th October 2014

*Kiss My Lips (Holiday Series, Book 2) is a sequel to Stealing Valentine Kiss (Holiday Series Book 1)*

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Blurb

Will one kiss seal their love?

Accepting Logan’s marriage proposal was the most exciting event of Lorna’s life. But deciding in what country to marry her fiancé proved to be more than a tearful ordeal. When Lorna’s dad announced unexpected news, the wedding wheels spun in a different direction.

With other family members stirring conflict, would there be a wedding? Or would their shared kiss deepen their desire?

Brief Author Interview

Could you share a little about yourself and your book(s)?

I’m a mother of two teenagers, married to the most gorgeous and loving man on this side of the Atlantic. We live in London, UK and are blessed with a host of family and friends.

I started writing Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels in 2010. There are nine toe-curling contemporary romance novels in the basket at the moment. I write spicy hot, sensual and sweet romance woven with intrigue and conflict set in fascinating Africa, enticing Europe and enchanting America. The stories have unexpected twists and turns. My characters are compelling, they have heart and soul. And, witty dialogue is a big feature in all my stories, to keep you entertained.

In Kiss My Lips, Lorna is alluring and determined to have Logan for keeps. While Logan intends to tear down every hurdle to be with the woman he can’t live without. The question is, would they succeed?

Royal Cowries (Cowries #1) an enchanting historical romance novel is the latest addition to Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels. Royal Cowries is only four days old.

Where do you find your inspiration & creative ideas?

God is my biggest source of inspiration. Quite often, I wake up with story lines and dialogue bombarding my head.

Flirty & Feisty Romance sixth title – Husband to Rent was borne from observing commuters in London buses and matching it with my wild assumptions.

And in a few of my novels, it came from life experiences and from listening to people share their views on why relationships break down.

What is your style of writing, organized or?

At the start of my writing in 2010, I simply wrote from my heart.

But in the last couple of stories, especially with Stolen Valentine Kiss (Holiday Series #1) and Kiss My Lips (Holiday Series #2) and my new release, Royal Cowries (Cowries Series #1) I did an outline from chapter to chapter. There were scribblings and notes of major scenes to feature.

In all cases, I tend to figure out the characters names, physical appearances, family background & connections plus race in advance.

Give suggestions and tips to other writers

My first clear advice is to put pen to paper or get on stroking the keyboard. Keep writing. You will get better.

And the other suggestion is to read! Reading equips your mind and it comes in handy when writing.

Take the criticisms and learn from them. Knowledge and skills gained or sharpened are an asset to your readers.

Anything else you wish to share?

I have fallen hopelessly in love with Logan Blake, the sexy hero in Kiss My Lips (Holiday Series #2).

All I can say is, please meet Logan in Stolen Valentine Kiss, follow him in Kiss My Lips and let me know if he won your heart as he did mine. Lol!

Holiday Series #3 is an idea I’m toying with this year.

 Excerpt

 The dining table was already set with Auntie’s orchard crockery.

At first, her father nodded in understanding. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him approach from the opposite end of the dining table. “I travelled across the Atlantic to speak with my daughter who is getting married to a man I haven’t met, at a venue I don’t know about,” he all but shouted.

Bile rose to her throat. “Oh, my wedding venue is suddenly a bother to you, dear dad?”

He lifted his hands and swore under his breath. “Your aunt mentioned you had fancy ideas about getting married here in Jersey City. Let me tell you upfront, that’s impossible. As your father, I say you’ll get married in Nigeria, in Owerri where the entire Ibe clan holds sway. That’s the way it is done.”

Her fingers strained against the table knife she picked up as her father ranted. “Give me one reason why you think you should have a say on where I get married.”

Her father glared at her as if she was mad.

“What kind of a stupid question is that? You’re my daughter and that’s why you do as you’re told. Or do you want the man and his family to think you fell from the sky? He should know where you hail from.”

“Lorna, please put that knife down,” her aunt warned. Lorna looked at the weapon in her clenched fist. She hadn’t realized she was pointing it in her dad’s direction.

“I have no intention whatsoever to oblige your wish. I’ll not travel to Nigeria to get married. That’s out of the question.” Fury turned her voice icy.

Her aunt cleared her throat to stop her brother from replying. “Lorna, if you rule out Nigeria because you have no friends there, what about tying the knot in London?” Then she faced her brother. “If travelling to Nigeria sounds a bit far-fetched, why don’t you have the wedding in London where Lorna grew up? If we decide on having it in London, we have a middle ground.”

“I see both of you have conspired to deny me the joy of giving out my only child in front of my family and the elders in the village. No child of mine is getting married in London or America. I’ll not be a party to it.”

 Kiss My Lips is available at: 

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Stella’s a fun loving mother of two, married to her very own gorgeous alpha male who satisfies her romantic appetite.

Writing romance novels is now her full time passion. In 2010, Stella created Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels laced with the right cocktail of blazing passion, intrigue & toe-curling romance set in fascinating Africa, enticing Europe and enchanting America. There are nine contemporary romance novels in the basket; Loitering Shadows, Stormy Defense, Beyond the Lady, The Gardener’s Ice Maiden, Sparkling Dawn, Husband to Rent, Stolen Valentine Kiss (Holiday Series #1) Kiss My Lips (Holiday Series #2) & the hot new release, Royal Cowries (Cowries Series #1).

On Stella’s writing desk at the moment, are four romance titles waiting to be completed. In her leisure, she enjoys swimming, reading romance novels, going to the Cinema with her family and watching TV.

Flirty & Feisty Romance wishes you a lovely time on the Blog – A – Thon.

Our promise… is to deliver an intensely emotional experience you’ll never forget.

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Flirty & Feisty Romance is giving away Kiss My Lips (Holiday Series #2) eBook to one lucky winner. Leave a comment below 🙂