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Friday, April 29, 2016

#GiveAway - Passion, Poison, & Puppy Dogs By Sally J. Smith & Jean Steffens




Passion, Poison, & Puppy Dogs
A Danger Cove Pet Sitter Mystery
By Sally J. Smith & Jean Steffens



—In this dog eat dog world, it’s people you have to keep your eye on.

When Lizzie Jones, pet sitter extraordinaire, is asked to watch over her best friend's two spoiled dogs at the posh gated community of Craggy Hill Estates, the last things she expects is to wind up in the middle of a homicide. But that's exactly what happens when she finds her best friend's cheating husband and Danger Cove’s celebrity bodybuilder champ, Mr. Jupiter, floating face down in his hot tub. To make matters worse, the police aren’t looking any further than the wife for a suspect—isn’t it always the wife? Well, not in this case—at least Lizzie refuses to believe it.

Between dealing with Craggy Hill's hot security guard, Tino Morales—who also just happens to be the man who broke Lizzie’s heart in high school, caring for her grieving friend, and watching three rambunctious dogs, Lizzie has her hands full. So she recruits her famous granddad, retired network field correspondent, Jimmy John Jones, to help her put two and two together to find the real killer.
Was Mr. Jupiter murdered by one of his women on the side? A jealous, disgruntled employee? Or someone with a bitter and deep-seated hatred of the superstar? It's up to Lizzie, Jimmy John, and Lizzie's own pug, Vader, to crack the case before the killer claims another victim...this one much closer to Lizzie’s own heart!

Gemma Halliday Publishing
ISBN: 9781943587469

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Excerpt: Passion, Poison & Puppy Dogs:

"I was thinking about you too," I said. "I had a terrific time last night.
Dinner, dancing. What more could a girl ask for?"
He smiled down at me, lifted my hand over my head, and led me to circle beneath our arms.
Humming softly, he pulled me into a slow dance and whispered in my ear,
"There are all kind of rhythms to the bachata. You like this one?"
Whew. When exactly had his cute-and-cuddly
factor flipped the switch to hot and sexy? I was so caught up in the nearness
of him that I actually made it a few beats before stepping on his toes and
causing him to flinch in pain.
Dang.
"Sorry, Tino. I guess I should have warned you that I'm a notorious
klutz."
He was all dewy-eyed and cuddly. "But the cutest klutz I've ever seen." And before I realized what he had in mind, he bent his head, pulled me in at the waist, and planted a kiss on me. Our lips met softly, then tightened as we pushed against each other, caught by surprise at the heat we were generating.
I stepped back, breathing hard. He blinked a few times and ran his hand through his soft dark hair.
"Oh my," I said.
"Caliente," he said.
"Yes."
I shook my head to clear it. "You can say that again."
"Caliente."


Sally J. Smith & Jean Steffens Author Bio:

The international best-selling writing team of Sally J. Smith (right brain) and Jean Steffens (left brain) make up equal halves of one totally functional writer’s mind. Creative and intuitive andorganized and systematic? What could be better than that?

The two desert dwellers work together side-by-side, literally finishing each other’s sentences, putting together their novels faster and more efficiently than they ever could individually. 

When their heads aren’t together over a manuscript, you’ll find them with their families, at a movie, the yoga studio, the mall, or out-to-lunch—in the food sense, not the spaced-out sense, well…most of the time. Their current series include Jordan Welsh & Eddie Marino Novels, Mystic Isle Mysteries, Danger Cove Pet Sitter Mysteries, and coming soon, Aloha Lagoon Gabby LeClair Mysteries, and Digby Sloan Mysteries.

Visit our website, look around, and sign up for our newsletter. We love hearing from our readers and always answer our e-mails:smithandsteffens@cox.net.

Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens, are partners in crime—crime writing, that is. They live in the Valley of the Sun in Arizona, awesome for eight months out of the year, an inferno the other four. They write bloody murder, flirty romance, and wicked humor all in one package. 

Youtube:
Passion, Poison, & Puppy Dogs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fWMwPCldt0



Giveaways: Register for these 2 great giveaways !!


$25 Amazon Gift Card
As well as a goodie bag from Sally & Jean
Valid tour wide (US & Intl)



As well as a special giveaway from Sally & Jean


The Passion, Poison & Puppy Dogs Give-Away: A Digital or print copy of the book, a coffee mug of adorable Vader, and a bib apron with our celebrity pug.

Go to our Smith and Steffens, International Best-Selling Authors FB Page by Saturday May 12th. Comment under Vader's picture to enter and win a bib apron and coffee mug starring Vader, our celebrity pug, & your choice of a digital or paper copy of the book.



Thursday, April 28, 2016

#SpotLight - Demon Interrupted by K D Grace



Demon Interrupted
 by K D Grace


Note From K D Grace:
I’m very excited to announce that Demon Interrupted, a Lakeland Witches novel, is now available in eBook format. Originally written as an online serial for my blog, Demon Interrupted has been revised and expanded to become the fourth novel in the Lakeland Witches trilogy, published by Xcite. Ferris Ryder has always intrigued me as a character, since he made his debut in Riding the Ether, book 2 of The Lakeland Witches Trilogy, but even I have to admit, I was shocked when he revealed his story to me. I hope you will find his tale as chilling and sizzling and intriguing as I did when I wrote it.  


Blurb:
Ferris Ryder has a choice to make. He can reclaim the past, which he now consciously keeps from his memories or he can let all that he fears to remember destroy the present and the Elemental Coven he has come to love. Has the mysterious Elaine come into his life to be his guiding angel or will she tear his world, and that of his coven family, apart?

Available from Amazon


Excerpt:
In a room full of people Ferris could remain totally unnoticed. It was almost as though he were invisible. He heard things that way, saw things that others missed. Fiori suspected that was part of his magic. However, at the moment, he was completely and totally the centre of her attention as his warm, wet tongue teased its way down and around the pucker peaks and the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. One splayed hand cupped and fondled her tight pubic curls while the other worried open his fly. What he was doing to her body was also a part of his magic and way more of a surprise, considering the man’s unassuming nature, than his ability to blend in.

She writhed beneath him totally naked, just as she had been when he entered her room, gently easing her out of a bad dream, back into the Waking World, and into his arms. She didn’t know where he’d been before he came to her. The man seldom slept -- and him not even a ghost. He might have adjourned to the library after the rest of the house had entered the Dream World, or perhaps he had been in Skye’s bed sharing pleasure with her and Alice. He was generous with his affections. But then he’d hardly fit in at Elemental Cottage if he were otherwise.

How he had known she was having the dream again? How had he known about the dream at all? And yet he did, and she was glad that he came to her. ‘Sh! sh. It’s only a dream, Fiori,’ he whispered. ‘Only a dream.’ He’d brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and had returned with a soft white towel. While she drank as though she had just traversed the desert, he gently wiped the perspiration from her face and her shoulders. Then he took the glass away and moved the soft terrycloth knap in slow lazy circles down her back and her ribs as she slid into his arms, laying her head against his shoulder.

‘Do you want me to stay with you?’ he asked.

She only nodded, tightening her arms around his neck.

His black shirt was open and untucked and his nipples hardened as she slid her arms inside and up his back.

‘Do you want me to make love to you?’ He asked it as simply as a parent would ask a child if she would like a bedtime story. He asked it because he knew in a house where sex magic was practiced, healing came in the form of passion, and she nodded again because she knew that too.  His cock was already hard, but then she had noticed that it often was. In those times when he allowed attention to be drawn to himself, in those times when he made his presence known he neither attempted to hide his erection nor did he attempt to flaunt it. It was the ease and the comfort of which he wore his own masculinity that made him seem like a much larger man than he really was. In spite of his chameleon nature, he was not shy by any means, and his stamina and his finesse made him a welcome edition to the beds of all of the Elemental witches and their consorts.

Impatient for the feel of him freed, she shoved at his trousers, the scrape of the zipper seeming unusually loud in the quiet room. He ran his hand down to aid her as she worried his cock free. He was neither large nor small. Even his cock was nothing unusual to draw attention to itself, and yet there was no one at Elemental Cottage who didn’t relish the thought of Ferris between their legs, of Ferris shifting and grinding as though his unassuming penis had a secret magic all its own once properly sheathed in an appreciative pussy or mouth or arsehole.

His breath caught with a grunt as she fisted the length of him and she could almost feel the ripples of lust rising up the vertebrae of his spine. For a second he wrapped his hand around hers and shifted his hips. Then he pulled her fingers free, kissing each one of them, running his tongue in ticklish strokes over the tips, making her hips rock against the mattress. ‘I’m going to taste you now. I can already smell how good you’ll be.’ With a wriggle of his arse and a shove with his feet he shed his trousers as he crawled down between her thighs, nudging her open with the smoothly shaven wedge of his jaw, clearing the way with nose and lips, teeth and tongue. The humidity of his breath blew across her clit, which rose up in anticipation.

‘There,’ he said, his fingers parting her as agiley and exactingly as if he were a pianist and she were his instrument. For an age he studied her, fingered her, arranged her as though there were only one way, the best way to approach her dark, heavy folds, and he would not partake until he knew exactly what would bring all of her focus, all of her energy, all of her arousal to the very centre of his attention. ‘And now --’ his words were little more than a rush of breath ‘--I’ll give you what you need.’ He took her with his whole mouth, hunched over her like a lion at his prey, the muscles of his shoulders flexed tight, dusted and gilded in moonlight. And she felt the bloom of her arousal like a bud swelling, bursting, opening. Then the bloom became an explosion rising up from someplace suspended above the base of her spine. He held her hips, held her steady with strength his body belied as she bucked against his mouth, as she convulsed, as the moon moved in and out amid the undulation of slate clouds.

In the hazy vision of heat he seemed larger than himself, much larger than himself as though his arousal, their arousal together had released something broader of shoulder, deeper of chest, darker of memory and, as the moon disappeared, the power of him rose like a shadow thick and all-consuming and, somehow, other than himself. The hair on the back of her neck rose. Gooseflesh prickled over her breasts, even as she rocked out her orgasm against his mouth.

But before the tingle of uncertainty and the edge of fear could take hold, the moon reappeared and unassuming Ferris gave her clit on last hard tug with his lips and then rose over her, positioning himself, easing her open with his knees and his hips.

‘I need you in me,’ she said, her voice nearly lost in her struggle for oxygen.

‘A need which I share,’ came his urgent reply. It took no more than the tucking of his hips and a single thrust and he was in deep. She was slick and ready for him, gripping him as though she hadn’t just come, as though she were desperate for him to take her. With arms much stronger than they looked, he lifted her legs around his hips and positioned himself so that with each thrust he raked her clit, and she could almost swear that in the stark relief of moonlight and shadow his eyes were onyx black and yet bright, so bright. Even in the glow of a nearly full moon, he road her in the light of an after image that made no sense, and she was reminded that not even Ferris understood his own magic. The closer they both came to orgasm the larger and heavier the after image grew. And the larger the after image, the harder they strained for release. When orgasm broke over them, so did the shadow, consuming them for the briefest of moments and then receding behind their own efforts to recover themselves taking with it Fiori’s urge to speak of it, to question it.

Available from Amazon

About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace,Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.
Find K D Here:
Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/
  http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace
 Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/kdgraceauthor/  

#SpotLight - The Separation By Stormy Corrin Russell


The Separation
By Stormy Corrin Russell




In a world where men and women live on separate sides of a massive wall, seventeen year old misfit Eroyn Fairchild has always been too busy with her broken family to wonder why they live the way they do. When a man from the other side breaks through, Ero holds him
hostage, hoping for a ransom large enough to pay for her Elder Grace’s treatment. Things get more complicated as the man is followed by two others who
make Ero question everything she’s ever known about her life. As Ero searches for the truth, the lines between right and wrong blur, leaving her to choose between saving her city and saving herself.

Evernight Teen
83k words
Distopian, Sci-Fi, Romance



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One of the
things I love about Grace is that she is the heaviest sleeper I know. So heavy,
in fact, she doesn’t hear me dragging a thrashing body through the front door
at two in the morning. For the first time in my life, I consider it lucky that
we live on the outskirts of the north side. If we didn’t, I would never have
been able to get it this far without attracting attention. A loud,
confused sound starts to come from the net, so I kick it firmly.
     
“Shut up,” I hiss, looking around nervously. I’m not worried about Grace
rousing, but I don’t want the neighbors waking up and noticing my noisy cargo.
I kick twice more, as hard as I can. Silence, finally. With a sigh, I wipe my
arm across my forehead, getting rid of the sweat beading there. I sink down on
the couch, staring at the large lump inside the net on my living room floor
unblinkingly. Little red flowers are blooming all over the heavy white plastic,
and they grow quickly. It’s blood, I realize with a sick feeling. It’s seeping
through from the inside and leaking onto the clean white carpet of our house.
It can’t be real. It just can’t be.
I see Almond
cut across the room and sniff at the lump with caution. With one movement, I
scoop him up and press him to my chest in horror. For the first time, I realize
the danger of what I've just done. I’ve invited a monster into my house.
     
I’ve made a horrible, horrible mistake.
It takes
Luna ten minutes to get here five minutes faster than usual but it feels like
hours. She lets herself in the back door quietly, but I rush into the kitchen
to meet her.
     
“Where’s Grace?” she asks with urgency, dropping her medical bag on the kitchen
table.
     
“What? No, I … this isn’t about Grace,” I stutter. I open my mouth once, then
again, but it’s no use. Nothing is coming out, so I turn on my heel and tiptoe
into the living room. Luna wordlessly follows, eyeing the netted form. I kneel
next to it, holding my breath. With shaking hands, I slide the knife into the
plastic and pull it upwards slowly. I know what it’s going to reveal when I
pull the plastic away, but it still makes my breath leave my lungs in an
audible whoosh. I can’t seem to inhale again once it’s gone. I hear Luna do the
same next to me.
     
“Is it a…?” She leaves her sentence unfinished, and I nod. The small slit I cut
in the plastic shows a thick arm under a rolled-up shirt, far too thin for our
recently nasty winter. At the very end of the slit, I glimpse a swollen throat
and a jaw covered in a dark shadow of hair. A chill runs down my spine and my
stomach turns.
     
“Is he alive?” Luna asks, her voice small.
     
“I … I think so.” I stare at the floor guiltily. “I kicked him pretty hard to
shut him up.” She scoots closer and with trembling fingers folds back the
plastic to see his side, where most of the blood is coming from.
     
“Cut the rest of it off him,” she tells me quietly. I stare at her in shock.
     
“But, he––” She cuts me off with a look.
     
“He isn’t dead yet, but he will be if I don’t stop the blood loss.”
     
I swallow hard, and comply.




About the author:

Stormy Corrin Russell is from Orwell, Pennsylvania where she first started writing from the moment she could hold a pencil. She still loves to write there and nearly everywhere else. She loves her family, the outdoors, laughing, eating, and her kitten/writing partner, Maya.


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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

#GiveAway - Passion, Poison, & Puppy Dogs By Sally J. Smith & Jean Steffens



Passion, Poison, & Puppy Dogs
A Danger Cove Pet Sitter Mystery
By Sally J. Smith & Jean Steffens



—In this dog eat dog world, it’s people you have to keep your eye on.

When Lizzie Jones, pet sitter extraordinaire, is asked to watch over her best friend's two spoiled dogs at the posh gated community of Craggy Hill Estates, the last things she expects is to wind up in the middle of a homicide. But that's exactly what happens when she finds her best friend's cheating husband and Danger Cove’s celebrity bodybuilder champ, Mr. Jupiter, floating face down in his hot tub. To make matters worse, the police aren’t looking any further than the wife for a suspect—isn’t it always the wife? Well, not in this case—at least Lizzie refuses to believe it.

Between dealing with Craggy Hill's hot security guard, Tino Morales—who also just happens to be the man who broke Lizzie’s heart in high school, caring for her grieving friend, and watching three rambunctious dogs, Lizzie has her hands full. So she recruits her famous granddad, retired network field correspondent, Jimmy John Jones, to help her put two and two together to find the real killer.
Was Mr. Jupiter murdered by one of his women on the side? A jealous, disgruntled employee? Or someone with a bitter and deep-seated hatred of the superstar? It's up to Lizzie, Jimmy John, and Lizzie's own pug, Vader, to crack the case before the killer claims another victim...this one much closer to Lizzie’s own heart!


Gemma Halliday Publishing
ISBN: 9781943587469


Buy Links:  



Sally J. Smith & Jean Steffens Author Bio:

The international best-selling writing team of Sally J. Smith (right brain) and Jean Steffens (left brain) make up equal halves of one totally functional writer’s mind. Creative and intuitive and organized and systematic? What could be better than that?

The two desert dwellers work together side-by-side, literally finishing each other’s sentences, putting together their novels faster and more efficiently than they ever could individually. 

When their heads aren’t together over a manuscript, you’ll find them with their families, at a movie, the yoga studio, the mall, or out-to-lunch—in the food sense, not the spaced-out sense, well…most of the time. Their current series include Jordan Welsh & Eddie Marino Novels, Mystic Isle Mysteries, Danger Cove Pet Sitter Mysteries, and coming soon, Aloha Lagoon Gabby LeClair Mysteries, and Digby Sloan Mysteries.

Visit our website, look around, and sign up for our newsletter. We love hearing from our readers and always answer our e-mails: smithandsteffens@cox.net.

Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens, are partners in crime—crime writing, that is. They live in the Valley of the Sun in Arizona, awesome for eight months out of the year, an inferno the other four. They write bloody murder, flirty romance, and wicked humor all in one package. 

Youtube:
Passion, Poison, & Puppy Dogs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fWMwPCldt0




Giveaways: 2 Amazing Authors and 2 great giveaways !!


$25 Amazon Gift Card
As well as a goodie bag from Sally & Jean
Valid tour wide (US & Intl)





The Passion, Poison & Puppy Dogs Give-Away: A Digital or print copy of the book, a coffee mug of adorable Vader, and a bib apron with our celebrity pug.

Go to our Smith and Steffens, International Best-Selling Authors FB Page by Saturday May 12th. Comment under Vader's picture to enter and win a
bib apron and coffee mug starring Vader, our celebrity pug, & your choice
of a digital or paper copy of the book.