October 5, 2015

Book Blitz! Excerpt & Giveaway: Always Kiss Me Goodnight by Megan Gaudino




Sophia Destino is supposed to die. 

All seventeen-year-old Sophia wants is to coast through her junior year. But with her parents obsessed with her Olympic-swimming-hopeful brother, a psychic best friend with a penchant for reading tarot cards, and prophetic dreams that predict her death—that won’t be easy. As her nightmares begin to come true, Sophia finds herself dodging death and longing for the time when getting over her ex-boyfriend was her biggest problem. Until she meets Leo Knight. The mysterious stranger seems determined to keep her alive—and steal her heart. But Leo has a secret that is about to change everything and Sophia is about to learn that sometimes…your number is up



When we made it to the living room Hercules began lapping up the puddles of water we left behind us. Leo yanked the gray blanket off of the armchair and wrapped it around me because I was suddenly shaking.

He moved a salt stone lamp out of his way and sat on top of the coffee table, motionlessly taking in my expression. Before he even spoke I just knew he was reading me all wrong. I felt like I could read him already too.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Sophia,” he groaned.

“For what? My idiotic carelessness or that you saved my life once again? You shouldn’t be sorry about either of those things.”

“I shouldn’t have let that happen. I shouldn’t have been sleeping still. I promised you I’d protect you and look what happened. Do you have any idea how close you were to dying? Even closer than you were last night. If I was just one second later I would’ve been too late.”

“I know. I was there. But you weren’t too late. It’s all over now—I’m fine.” He put his head in his hands and scrunched his hair in his palms. “Leo.” I reached forward and placed my hand on his arm. He was still so hot to the touch. “Why’s your skin so hot again?”

He flinched away from my hand, stood up, folded his arms across his chest and turned his back to me. His reaction made me question my gesture.

“It’ll go away.”

“Yeah but why does it happen at all?”

He hesitated for just a moment before he answered. “Because I keep saving your life.”

“I thought angels are supposed to save lives.”

“I already told you. I’m not an angel. I’m not supposed to save lives.”



Megan Gaudino works in a high school library by day and on her own books by night. She lives in Pittsburgh where you can find her reading, writing, and Instagraming.




October 4, 2015

Excerpt & Giveaway! Bring Me Back, The Evans Trilogy #3 by Jennifer Collin

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Tour: Bring Me Back by Jennifer Collin

May be read as a standalone.

Andy Evans is on the move. For six long, lonely years, he’s been running from his past, leaving his family and his life as a drug-addicted rock star far behind. His latest move takes him to the sleepy seaside town of Oamaru, New Zealand, to sell cigar-box guitars to tourists. The only running he’ll need to do will be training for half-marathon in nearby Dunedin. But when Andy sets eyes on Steampunk HQ, Oamaru's main tourist attraction, he realises his days of running might not be over, especially if a certain Steampunk fan from his past catches up with him. Annie Martin is on the cusp of great success. Her career as a Steampunk academic is about to take off, as long as she can convince one disagreeable, New Zealand-based Professor to sign up to the anthology she’s putting together. Thankfully, Annie is a master at maintaining her poise and few people, no matter how nasty, can rattle her. Not any more. In fact, it’d been a good six years since anyone had gotten under her skin, after her best friend’s brother had vanished into thin air. When Annie finds her future career on a collision course with her secret past, Andy Evans is the last person she expects to find tangled up in the mess. With a vengeful drug-dealer or two hot on his heels, and a vindictive academic determined to ruin her credibility, can Annie bring Andy back to his family before it’s too late? Annie and Andy are used to being alone, but if they don’t work together, there’ll be much more at stake than her livelihood and his sobriety.



Disastrous love life aside, Charlotte Evans is rather content with her life. Her quaint little art gallery is plodding along nicely, and her sister Emily’s artistic career is about to take off, thanks to her tireless promotion. She even gets to see her best friend every day and drink his delicious coffee in the cafĂ© next door. But when dastardly property developer Craig Carmichael comes along, threatening to demolish her gallery and take everything away, Charlotte has an unexpected fight on her hands. Not only is she battling to stop Craig’s development, she’s also struggling against the mysterious magnetic pull that has her on a collision course with Craig himself. Craig Carmichael is fighting the Battle for Boundary Street on more than one front. The tenants of the building he wants to knock down are mounting a strong case against him and in a hot-headed moment he put his career on the line for a project that is threatening to fail. If the project doesn’t succeed he will lose everything, but for some reason he’s having trouble maintaining his focus. As their worlds begin to unravel around them, anyone could win. It’s what they might lose that has Charlotte and Craig wondering what it is they really want.

Everything happens for a reason, they say. And sometimes the reason is you're stupid and make bad decisions. Sleeping with her sister's best friend is one of the dumbest things soon-to-be divorcee Emily Evans has ever done. But she's determined to put it behind her and move on. She's walked away from her cheating husband, managed to make a new friend, and found herself a real job and somewhere to live so she doesn't have to couch-surf any more. Everything should be falling into place but for one problem – there are some mistakes from which you can't move on. Meanwhile, Ben Cameron is getting on with his life. After all, it's the only thing to do once your heart has been stomped on by the woman of your dreams. Expanding his business and getting cosy with the girl next door are proving welcome distractions. He's even happy to babysit his nephew, as long as he can to hand him back when he's done! And thankfully, Emily Evans, the woman with the heavy boots, is avoiding him like the plague. But Emily can't avoid him forever, and when she drops a bombshell that turns Ben's world upside-down, suddenly, getting on with his life takes on a whole new meaning. 


‘Hey,’ she said, grabbing his arm and tugging, bringing him to a stop. He kept his eyes on the building ahead, listening to her catch her breath. 

‘You’re nervous, aren’t you?’ she asked. The hostility had gone from her voice and her fingers pressed into his forearm.

He looked down at her hand, then up at her face. The scowl was gone. Was she empathetic, now? He swallowed and thought perhaps he might prefer snippety. Don’t look at me like that, Annie. Don’t look at me like you care. 

He peeled her fingers off his arm and marshalled his frustration, intent on using it as a crutch. Without it, he might crumble.

‘Of course I’m nervous,’ he said. ‘Did you think this would be easy for me, Annie? Did you think it was just a matter of picking up the phone? You think so little of me, but you hardly know me. It might come as a surprise to you, but the past six years haven’t been a walk in the park. I haven’t exactly enjoyed myself, you know. I love my family. Leaving them and staying away from them – I can’t begin to describe how hard that’s been. And I know, Annie … I know what I’ve done to them. God, do you think I’m that cold-hearted I could do this without feeling nervous? That I would just waltz in and say hi as though nothing had changed? Everything has changed. Everything. Including me.’ He pointed at his chest. ‘Including them.’ He looked back to the terminal. ‘Bloody hell, Annie. I’m more than nervous, I’m terrified.’

He’d shocked her into silence.

‘I’m sorry,’ she murmured eventually. She was looking down at her feet. ‘I didn’t mean—’

‘Just forget it.’ He exhaled and started walking again. ‘Come on, I want to get inside. Mum might have already landed.’

At the arrival gates a small group of people were gathered, waiting for the passengers to come through Customs. 

They waited, Annie standing a step behind him on his left. His heart was thumping so hard he wondered if he’d pass out from the strain. His legs shook with the need to run. He lifted a hand to rub his eye and noticed it was shaking too. When he dropped it, Annie laid a hand on his arm, so lightly he thought he’d imagined it. He looked down to check and found her fingers on his skin. He looked up to find her watching him.

‘It’s going to be okay,’ she said. ‘She’s just going to want to hold you.’ 

‘I know,’ he said. He sighed and tried to force a smile. ‘I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m sorry.’ Smiling was hard with his stomach in knots, but this time he didn’t fight off her compassion. Looking into her warm brown eyes made him feel marginally better. 

They didn’t know each other well, it was true, but despite her tendency to think the worst of him, he was glad she was here. In fact, he couldn’t think of anyone else he would want with him. And he definitely didn’t want to be doing this alone.

She returned his smile with a stronger one of her own and ran her fingers down his arm until her hand slipped into his. Andy realised he’d never seen her smile, and like a kid watching a fairy-floss machine spin sugar into magic, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He forgot where he was and why he was there. All he could think about was pressing his thumb against the corner of that smile so it wouldn’t fade too soon.


JenniferCollin

Jennifer Collin writes quirky, and sometimes gritty, love stories about ordinary people dealing with what life throws at them. She lives in Brisbane, Australia, with her husband, two noisy children and a cantankerous cat. She used to party, but now her idea of a good time is an uninterrupted sleep. These days, her characters do her partying for her, and she doesn't necessarily let them sleep. 




Excerpt & Giveaway! Deliver Me by Faith Gibson




Taggart Lee has it all.

Fame.

Fortune.

Everything except love.

Tag is the jaded lead singer for 7’s Mistress, the biggest rock band in the world. After fifteen years in the business, he’s drowning in it all. When tragedy strikes, he takes a break from the road and the monotony his life has become. When he meets a gorgeous man on a park bench, he sees his lifeline.

Dr. Erik Henrikson thought he’d met the one.

He had.

The wrong one.

A year after his breakup, he still has a lock on his heart. Then he meets Lee, someone whose life has just been turned upside down. When he finds out Lee’s true identity, Erik throws away the key.

Tag has two weeks to make the doctor want him. He has three months to prove he won’t hurt him.

Tragedy brings them together.

Lies and betrayal push them apart.

Is love enough to deliver them?





Erik collapsed flat on the bed taking Tag with him. Tag held onto the condom and pulled out of Erik’s ass. He rolled off to the side so he didn’t crush the man. Normally, he would get out of the bed and take care of the condom. He would take a shower, alone, indicating it was time for whoever he’d fucked to leave. He’d only ever cuddled after with Cade and that’s because they were usually so strung out neither one of them could move. Now, he wanted to curl up into the heat of Erik and go to sleep. He had no idea how the doctor felt about that. Tag waited for some kind of sign. When Erik didn’t move, Tag took off the condom and found his way to the bathroom. He opened the small closet and grabbed a washcloth. After cleaning his cock, he rewet the cloth and went to care for Erik. When he sat down on the bed at the doctor’s hip, he allowed himself a moment to take in the beauty that was Erik Henrikson. Not only was he gorgeous on the outside, but he had a beautiful soul as well. It called to Tag on a level so deep, he felt something he’d never felt before. He refused to put a name to it. Not yet. He pushed Erik’s sweaty hair off his forehead. “Are you okay?” he asked. Erik opened one eye and grinned. “I’m more than okay. That was…” “Here, turn over. Let me clean you up.” Erik rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm. Tag washed the drying come off Erik’s flaccid dick and wiped at the mess on the sheets. “You can sleep in the wet spot,” he joked. Erik removed his arm from his eyes and frowned. “You’re spending the night?” Oh shit. Tag had been kidding, sort of. He’d also wanted to feel out the doctor to see where his head was. Guess that answered that.




Faith Gibson lives outside Nashville, Tennessee with the love of her life, and her two-legged best friends. She began writing in high school and over the years, penned many stories and poems. When her dreams continued to get crazier than the one before, she decided to keep a dream journal. Many of these night-time escapades have led to a line, a chapter, and even a complete story.
When asked what her purpose in life is, she will say to entertain the masses. Even if it’s one person at a time. When Faith isn’t hard at work on her next story, she can be found playing trivia while enjoying craft beer, reading, or riding her Harley.







Review & Guest Post!! Knotted, Manhattan Bound Series #3 by Juliet Braddock



Spiraling from the bustling streets of New York City to the opulence of Paris, KNOTTED, the third book in Juliet Braddock’s Manhattan Bound series, continues the steamy journey of Maxine Kirk’s whirlwind romance with star of the Broadway stage, Drew McKenzie.

As their love continues to flourish, Maxine finds herself ensconced in Drew’s world, where power reigns in his all-consuming lust for her. From a blackout in Manhattan to a back alley in Paris to a castle in the Loire Valley, their passion knows no boundaries.

All the while, though, traces from their separate pasts continue to haunt, threatening to disrupt their happiness. 

Maxine must confront the harsh, emotional realities that she’d thought she’d conquered. However, she wonders if her courage will withstand the crushing heartache that has threatened to destroy her soul. 

As Drew continues to fit together the missing pieces of his childhood, danger shadows his every move. Drifting through the tumultuous events of their public and personal lives, Drew will stop at nothing to keep Maxine safe—and to guard their secrets from the world. 

Passion and peril collide, culminating in the explosive revelation of the enigma that’s followed Drew for years. 

KNOTTED, the third novel in Juliet Braddock’s “Manhattan Bound” series of four books, is available at most major e-book retailers on October 3. 




Well, Juliet, you certainly made living in Paris a lot more interesting. I’ll have some ‘splaining to do when I’ll drive around accompanied and I’ll suddenly start cackling like a mad hyena. Thanks for that.

But let’s get back to the book.

I think I’ve stated well enough what I think about this series in my review of Wrapped which you can find HERE

It’s well written, the story is captivating and very intense, the characters are well developed, mature, fascinating, easy to love and just as easy to connect with. 

Another interesting fact about this series is the manner in which the author described the locations. First New York City and, in Knotted, Paris. While reading, it feels like you’re actually there. You see and hear and smell the exact things, you walk the same streets and feel the peace and tranquility of Paris with its beautiful gardens and romantic ambiance. Brilliant. 

In Weakened and Wrapped we see Drew and Maxine meet and fall in love. Now, they’re ready to take the next step. 

There are still things, events from their pasts that are not quite settled yet and they’ll have to face them in order to step toward the future without a worry. 

Drew is the same sweet, protective and powerful man Maxine has fallen in love with. His presence is overwhelming sometimes because he has this way of inspiring confidence and strength with just one look or one touch. 

I’ll admit, I shivered right alongside Maxine more than once “under” Drew’s capable hands. The man is a danger for any woman’s heart, I tell you. 

Then, there’s Maxine. Strong, confident, a little bit hurt and a little bit carefree Maxine who has the power to turn her lover inside out with just one touch. 

And she’s a mess. In the good way. Poor, poor Drew. LOL. 

She’s, maybe, the only one who can bring out Drew’s childish, more carefree side because, with her, he doesn’t have to pretend. Nor her with him. 

They’re passionate and wild and, together, they burn like the brightest star. The connection they share is so very strong and runs so deep that there’s no Penelope without Kind Sir, and no Kind Sir without Penelope. Truly awe inspiring. 

It doesn’t mean that they’re perfect. Far from it. But all the flaws and all the qualities make them so lovable, so … real, and make the Manhattan Bound Series a must read. 

I don’t know what else to say. 

It’s amazing how much certain novels make you feel and how easy it is to lose yourself between the pages of the book to the point that you completely lose contact with reality. 

You’ve never felt that before? In this case, you haven’t read the right books. 

And, since I raved about the emotional side of the story, let me tell you about the sexier one. 

Holy freakin’ always horny Maxine, Batman! This girl needs to be kept under the cold shower all the damn time. Oh my God, what she can come up with… 

Miss Braddock, you owe me a Victoria’s Secret gift card and a check for my water and electricity bill. Just sayin’. 

God, woman. You’re wicked! Love it! *wide grin* 

And I think I’ve kept you here long enough. Go ahead and start reading. What are you waiting for? 

Don’t forget to start with Weakened since Knotted is definitely NOT a stand alone. 

Five more than deserved stars. 

Happy Reading!! 

P.S. – Uncle Benjy is still MINE! Back off.





Some Myths About BDSM…and the Realities Behind Them

By Juliet Braddock


All Doms are Billionaires. Where, oh, where did this myth evolve? On a personal level, I can tell you that no Dominant man I’ve ever dated has been a billionaire. 

Sure, it’s fun to fantasize about a man who can buy his lady anything—from couture clothing to an entire Island in the Caribbean, if she so desires. But how about a Dom who’s a plumber? Or maybe he owns a struggling little store in a small town? Any man can be Alpha. He doesn’t need to have oodles in the bank just to keep his submissive happy. Emotional security and trust are far more critical in a Dominant/submissive relationship than having access to endless amounts of cash. 

In my Manhattan Bound Series, I actually chose a very different profession for Drew McKenzie, my hot-blooded, hopelessly romantic Dom. While he is wealthy—an heir to a luxury department store chain—he decided to forgo that business and pursue what made him happy: the theater. 

Fame and money aren’t two words that are usually associated with a star of the stage, but Drew loves his work and he couldn’t live anywhere else but in New York City. And his work as an actor allows him so much creativity in his kinky role play. It all adds to his mystique…and leaves his biggest fan Maxine intrigued. 

You have to be brooding all the timeto be a good Dom. In reality, do you really want a man who’s just going to berate you all day long? I’ve always felt that a sense of humor is the key to someone’s soul. What a person finds funny can reveal so much about their personality, their intelligence, and how far they’ll push the boundaries of life. 

Laughter in the bedroom is of utmost importance in any relationship—even when you practice BDSM. Taking life too seriously in anything is a mistake. And if you can’t laugh while you’re making love with someone—be it straight up Vanilla or something a little heavier—things can sour quite quickly. 

Maxine and Drew are always finding some reason to giggle between the sheets—whether they’re in the master bedroom or the Master’s Dungeon. While he takes her safety in their play so very seriously, as any good Dom should, they both realize that there’s a much lighter side to life. Play is only one facet of their relationship, and with so much angst in the world, a good laugh sometimes does make everything better. 

BDSM is abuse.When two adults consent to a certain lifestyle, this does not constitute abuse. If one is coerced in any way, shape or form—or if BDSM isn’t something that they don’t find arousing—then you’re treading on very murky territory. Bribing someone with gifts to go play in your secret kinky room when all they want to do is run away is abuse. Using any sort of force to engage an unwilling submissive is rape. 

Safewords exist for a reason. They should not only be used, but should be respected by the Dominant partner. If “Strawberry” means “Stop,” and a Dom continues play…it’s time to back out of that relationship for good. 

Which brings me to my next point… 

To be a submissive, you must be naĂŻve and weak. Nothing could be more horrifically wrong! When you’re engaging in Power Play, you need to know and understand your wants, needs and limits. You must be able to communicate with your Dominant partner on all fronts, and you must have the courage to speak up when you’re uncomfortable. 

Another assumption by many people is that submissives must have been abused at some point in their lives, and that’s not the case at all. Many people just enjoy the freedom they find in relinquishing control. 

Strong, independent women can gain so much in a true BDSM relationship, in fact. Having a voice to articulate your darkest desires is a very sexy turn-on for a Dom. And when you take control of everything in your life outside the bedroom, it’s often nice to allow the details to fall upon someone else in sexual fantasy. Giving up control shouldn’t be forced—it should be a form of embracing fantasy. 

Doms can’t be romantic. Again, I don’t know where these notions evolve! So he likes to harness you and cane you and deny you of orgasms? That doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t like to curl up on a cold winter’s night by the fireplace with you and snuggle over a few glasses of wine. 

BDSM is a lifestyle, but practicing kinky play doesn’t absorb the true essence of a person. Your Dom could—and should—hold your hand in public. He should be attentive to your whims. He should also have the emotional capacity to support you when times aren’t so wonderful. 

Going on dates, sending flowers, seeing a movie together, sharing a quiet meal at a fabulous restaurant—they’re all facets of the art of wooing. And any true Dom with whom you’re planning to have an actual relationship should be mindful. 

BDSM is a 24/7 role play adventure.There is no right or wrong way to practice BDSM. In some relationships, partners do have a 24/7 commitment to each other, and they’ve made it their consensual lifestyle choice. For others, kinky play in between the realities of life is the norm. Some keep it in the bedroom, and others have private Dungeons or playspaces designated for their daring indulgences. 

There’s also a belief that contracts are a necessity. Some people in the lifestyle feel that it’s a good idea to map out their limits on paper. While that works in some relationships, others in the lifestyle feel that spontaneity is lost when you’re married to a list. 

Choice and agreement again play into the full picture. And one rule of thumb should always be applied: 

Keep it Safe, Sane, and Consensual.



Juliet Braddock loves eighties music, wine, food, theater and all things French. When she’s not exploring the big cities of the world—most notably Paris—she lives and writes in Manhattan, and is the proud cat mom to a very spoiled Russian Blue rescue.