Friday, August 29, 2014

[New Release] Beckoning Heat by Tia Greene

Title: Beckoning Heat
Series: A Heated Assassins Trilogy, Book One
Author: Tia Greene
Genre: Erotic Romance

Book Description:
Welded with a love for firearms and an insatiable hunger for retribution, Maxus Manning hunted the beasts that preyed on females. But when his latest mission involved a young woman whose lovely attributes fires his own blood, Max finds himself wanting nothing more than to turn beast, himself.

His polar opposite, Marina Knightly, oozed with charm and sweet innocence, turning his sinister world upside down. Would the girl of his dreams accept him as he is or will his vengeance be his downfall?

It took a lot of restraint trying not to ogle her nakedness when he removed his coat. But her loveliness won over. She had some body. He scooped her up and marched to the bathroom, shaking his head and muttering about how in God’s name he suddenly became such a pervert. He had to get her to wake from the drug. The sooner her head was clear, the better it would be—for the both of them. It seemed as though the greater forces above were testing his strength by dropping a very gorgeous, very naked and very horny woman, whom he was not allowed to touch, right into his lap. How was that just? He deserved a fucking medal.

“In the shower you go.” He let her go slowly to test if her legs could handle her weight and when she remained standing, albeit a little hunched over, hugging herself, he took a step back. Nice ass. Max was beginning to think he was going nuts. For all he knew she could be ten. One could never tell with girls these days. He averted his gaze.


“Just a few more minutes,” he said.

Apparently, she didn’t agree. Turning back to face him, she toddled forward and burrowed into his chest, her arms still wrapped around herself. She shook. Max turned off the water and reached for a towel, one she quickly turned into a cocoon.

“So cold.”

“I know. Here,” he said, placing her more gently onto the bed this time. He pulled the covers over her, tucking the edge under her chin. “Go to sleep.”

“Help me.”

“You’re going to have to sleep it off.”

“Please, help me.”

“I am, lady!”

The covers came off before he could step back, and the towel followed. All this done with her eyes closed. Finally, when she was swathed in nothing but her heavy breath, she shuddered. Then, like a goddess’s ritual to reduce sane men to something akin to a pack of wolves during mating season, the writhing began once again.

Monday, August 18, 2014

[Guest Post] Wrath of the Highlander by Sky Purington

Title: Wrath of the Highlander
Series: The MacLomain Series, Next Generation, Book 3
Author: Sky Purington
Genre: Time Travel Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: July 9, 2014
Cover Artist: Tamra Westberry

Available at Amazon BN Kobo

Book Description:
Bookstore owner and ghostwriter, Cadence wants nothing more than to be part of the unending draw between her Broun heritage and the medieval MacLomain clan. When an unexpected Claddagh ring appears on her finger, the distant past soon becomes her future. Though sure she was brought back in time for another man, the laird’s cousin soon draws her eye, then her every thought.

Recently widowed by a traitorous wife, Malcolm MacLomain has no use for love. Merciless, he swears revenge on his enemies and embarks for war. When courageous and persevering, Cadence becomes part of his endeavor his broken heart starts to mend. Caught in an unexpected journey of forgiveness and discovery, two worlds collide and heal despite the, Wrath of the Highlander.

Available Now- Mark of the Highlander (Book 1), Vow of the Highlander (Book 2) and Wrath of the Highlander (Book 3). Coming Soon- Faith of the Highlander (Book 4) and the final in the series, Plight of the Highlander (Book 5).

Guest Post:
Thanks for having me over! As today marks the launch of Wrath of the Highlander’s book tour I thought I’d chat a little bit about what led up to this book as well as character development. Part of the five novel MacLomain Next Generation series, this story follows an ongoing war between the Hamilton, MacLeod and the MacLomain clans. With an evil nemesis named Keir Hamilton determined to possess the MacLomain’s best kept secret, Torra, this ongoing saga slowly reveals a tale of deception, intrigue and romance.

In Wrath of the Highlander we finally learn more about Malcolm MacLomain, a man not only denied lairdship but who suffered the betrayal of a traitorous wife. Yet despite the friction between him and his cousin, newly appointed Chieftain Colin MacLomain, Malcolm remains devoted to his clan.

As it turns out, though Malcolm was certainly a moody sort in the two previous books, he soon became one of my all-time favorite heroes. Sure he possessed all my favorite physical attributes, tall, muscled, gorgeous eyes, but what really did it for me was how honorable he turned out to be. I wasn’t sure if he’d be able to push past his bitterness but he didn’t let me down. But then Cadence, his heroine, had an awful lot to do with that. Cadence made her debut appearance in this novel and caught everyone off guard, including Malcolm. Suffice it to say, it takes a certain type of woman to help a man push past anger and trust issues. But Cadence was up to the task.

Developing the relationship between Malcolm and Cadence was both challenging and rewarding. As always, it was interesting bringing together a twenty-first century woman and a medieval Scottish Highlander. I hope you enjoy getting to know them as much as I enjoyed writing about them.

“Have you found your mystery man yet, lass?” he said, so low she would feel the rumble of his inquisition through the thin material of her silky, smooth dress.

Her lips trembled, eyes wide, but she gave no answer.

Oh, but to close his lips over hers.

“No,” Cadence finally murmured, her eyes still locked on his. “But I will find him.”

When she licked her lips, his eyes drifted down. Wide and full, they were created for pure sin. He could only imagine them running down his body. Damnation, he needed her closer.

Though he wouldn’t kiss her, he’d sure as hell dance with her.

Ignoring her assurance that she was meant for another man, Malcolm pulled her into the dancing crowd. It didn’t matter if the music was merry. He wasn’t in the mood for speed. Besides, he was viciously aroused. She’d feel his need while she tried to keep focus on the man she so eagerly sought.

“Goddess above, what are you doing to me,” she whispered, voice strangled.

Arms wrapped around her lower back, he brought his mouth against her ear. “‘Twill be no goddess giving you answers, only me.” He tightened his hold. “Do you feel me then, lass?”

“How could I not?” she gasped. Hands clamped on his upper arms, she turned her face into his chest and mumbled, “You show ill respect to a man you have not met.”

“I dinnae respect a man until he earns it.” Malcolm closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair.

As each individual note trilled from the bagpipe, she melted against him more thoroughly than the icy snowflakes speckling his heated skin. Fire and drink might warm the crowd but where they stood his breath hit the air in foggy puffs. Always a fan of the cold, but an even bigger fan of a bonnie wee lass against him, he cupped one hand around the back of her neck.

Her heart thundered against his.

Her body shuddered.

“Easy, lass,” he whispered. “I willnae take what you’re unwilling to give.”

“Yet you hold me prisoner,” she murmured.

“Nay, we but dance.”

“If only.”

Her words were so soft he barely heard them.

Jaw grinding, he held her securely while pressing tighter against her.

“No,” she whispered. Then she pulled back, her voice stronger as her eyes met his. “No.”

“Aye, lass.” But he loosened his hold and gave her one more word before he let her go. “Soon.”

About the Author:
Sky Purington is the best-selling author of eleven novels and several novellas. A New Englander born and bred, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth and legend. When combined with a love for nature, romance and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.

Purington loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at

Interested in keeping up with Sky's latest news and releases? Visit Sky's website, to download her free App on iTunes and Android or sign up for her quarterly newsletter.

Love social networking? Find Sky on Facebook and Twitter.

Friday, August 1, 2014

[Spotlight] Leopold's Wicked Embrace by Kym Grosso

Title: Léopold’s Wicked Embrace
Series: Immortals of New Orleans, Book 5
Author: Kym Grosso
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Independent – MT Carvin Publishing, LLC
Date of Publication: April 5, 2014
Cover Artist: Cora Graphics

Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA

BN Smashwords All Romance Books

Book Description:
An erotic paranormal romance...

Seductive and lethal vampire, Léopold Devereoux, returns to the Big Easy to find a killer. His search leads him to a beautiful and mysterious woman, who awakens desires and emotions that he’s long fought to keep buried. After centuries of self-imposed solitude, the billionaire philanthropist struggles to restrain his growing thirst for the intriguing, lovely female who’s captured his attention.

Laryssa Theriot, an antiques proprietor in the Vieux Carré, agrees to help the commanding yet debonair stranger, who seeks her assistance. She withholds her secret abilities, afraid to trust the man who threatens to unleash her darkest fantasies. All the while, Léopold consumes her thoughts, testing her limits and bringing her to new levels of ecstasy. As the menacing force that has stalked Laryssa for years finally catches up to her, she submits, putting her life into the hands of the dominant vampire who offers his protection.

Deep in the heart of New Orleans, they embark on a perilous adventure, forced to search for an ancient sacrificial relic that they hope will save their lives. As they face formidable challenges, Léopold and Laryssa surrender to the passionate intimacy that possesses them. After hundreds of years of denying himself love, will Léopold bond to the woman who has begun to crack the impenetrable shell around his heart? As evil draws near, will Laryssa survive the demon that has come to take her soul?

Warning: This book contains several erotic love scenes and is intended for adult readers only.

Dimitri crossed the room and sat on the bed, taking in the listless state of the vampire. He observed that Léopold’s eyes were now closed, and the wound had started bubbling apart. Before he could stop himself, he’d made the suggestion.

“I’ll feed you.”

Léopold’s eyes flew open, meeting Dimitri’s. “What?”

“You heard me. Come on, let’s do this thing. You can bite my arm, right?”

“I don’t know…I can’t ask this of you. The donors, they come to me freely.”

“Yeah, well, so do I. Come on. You did this for Wynter. You had her back, I have yours. It’s no big deal, right? I mean, it’s not like you’re going to have some weird bond to me.”

“No.” Léopold gave him a small smile. “No bonds. No sires or anything. But still…”

“The faster you’re on your feet, the faster we can go try to find connections to Mariah’s past.”

Léopold’s lips tightened and he looked away.

“Ya know I’m right. We can’t waste any more time. You didn’t fly me all the way out here to lie around, did ya?”

“No, but I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Well let me put it this way…At some point, possibly very soon, whoever wanted that kid dead is going to realize that she’s still very much alive. Then they’re gonna go after her again. And since she’s staying with Logan, I don’t want them going after my Alpha and his mate. So let’s go. Come on, just take a little, enough to get you by until we find your donor.”

“I won’t need much. Your blood; it’s strong. You’re wolf,” Léopold admitted.

“There ya go, then. Let’s get to…what do you need here?” Dimitri sat on the bed and considered how best to feed a vampire. What the fuck am I thinking? Too late now. He sat cross-legged, and then changed his mind, lying onto his back.

Léopold grew amused at his friend’s insistence. Not that he didn’t appreciate the offer, but he wasn’t accustomed to needing anyone. Dimitri’s blood, given in friendship, felt all too intimate, making him uncomfortable. Yet the lancing pain to his gut reminded him of his dire situation. He shifted onto his side, cradling Dimitri’s arm in his hands. Slowly he lowered his head to the wolf’s wrist. The aromatic scent of blood called to him as he found the strong beating pulse.

“You’re sure?” he asked, locking eyes on Dimitri’s.

“Yeah, I can take it. Do it now, before I change my mind.” Dimitri glanced away as if someone was about to give him a needle.

Without hesitation, Léopold’s fangs extended, striking the wolf’s arm. He closed his eyes, allowing the pungent flavor to coat his tongue. Deliberately, he suctioned the life-sustaining fluid, releasing his own power into Dimitri’s body. Léopold, grateful for the gift, would cause the wolf no pain, only pleasure. He knew Dimitri would resist, confused by his reaction to the bite. Léopold clutched the wrist to his lips, watching as his friend’s body bowed off the bed.

As soon as Dimitri felt the pinpricks, his body flooded with unexpected warmth. The tug of Léopold’s lips sent a rush of blood to his cock. What the fuck is happening? He wanted to rip his arm away from the vampire, but he felt paralyzed to fight. Desire washed over him from head to toe and before he knew what he was doing, his own hand had reached to grip his shaft through the fine cotton shorts. Stiff as a board, he stroked himself, attempting to relieve the pressure. Goddess, this feels wrong on so many levels. His mind screamed at him to move, to struggle, yet his lips parted, releasing only a moan.

Léopold licked the wounds he’d caused, and released Dimitri’s arm. Thoroughly energized, he sat up, and stared down at Dimitri, whose face had grown tight in both arousal and anger. Léopold laughed, and rolled off the bed. He watched in amusement as the wolf attempted to launch himself off the mattress but fell backwards, clutching himself.

“Fuck me.” Dimitri shook his head at the realization of what he’d just said. He quickly took his hand off his groin and glared at Léopold. “No. I didn’t mean that. Don’t touch me.”

“You’re fine,” Léopold assured him. He glanced in the mirror and finger-combed his hair back into place.

“This,” Dimitri gestured to his erection, “is not funny. Goddammit, I need to get laid. Not that you aren’t pretty, Leo, but you’re not my type. Shit, look what you did.”

“You may recall that I told you that feeding from you was not a good idea. But I must admit, your blood is fine. Very tasty.” A broad smile broke across his face.

“Really, Leo? What the hell, man?”

“Sorry, but there aren’t many choices when it comes to a bite, you know. Would you have rather had pain? I’m not a sadist by nature, but if you’d preferred it…”

“No.” Dimitri pushed himself up so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. His painful erection was finally starting to subside.

“Well, then, you have to admit that it didn’t hurt. Go get a shower, see to your need. I’d love to help you but I’m afraid you’re not my preference either, wolf.”

“Really, so you give hard-ons but no blow jobs? Lucky me. For the record, if I ever am dumb enough to suggest this again, would you please just say no?” Dimitri hobbled over to the bathroom door.

“Hey wolf,” Léopold called from the doorway.

Dimitri lifted his gaze to him. “Yeah?”

“Seriously, Dimitri. I appreciate you helping me. I should’ve paid more attention. I let myself get run down. It won’t happen again.”

“No problem.”

“You need to know that it has been a very long time for me…this friendship thing. This isn’t something someone like me does.” Or deserves. Léopold’s eyes darkened and his tone grew serious. “These few days have been quite the adventure, and I suspect there is more to come. I must ask, however, that you keep what you experienced tonight to yourself. Not the bite but the travel. Logan knows as I couldn’t hide it from him when I showed up in his house last night. But no one else. It’s a special ability…one I’d prefer others not know about. Understood?”

“My lips are zipped.” Dimitri sensed sadness in Léopold. As wolf, with his pack, he was never truly alone. Perhaps he underestimated the loneliness that plagued the vampire.

“Well, then…see you downstairs in a few. I’ve got someone I want you to meet,” Léopold commented as he left the room.

About the Author:
Kym Grosso is the author of the bestselling erotic paranormal romance series, The Immortals of New Orleans. The series currently includes Kade's Dark Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 1), Luca's Magic Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 2), Tristan's Lyceum Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 3), Logan’s Acadian Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 4) and Léopold’s Wicked Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 5).

In addition to romance, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She also is a contributing essay author in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum.

Kym lives with her husband, two children, dog and cat. Her hobbies include autism advocacy, reading, tennis, zumba, traveling and spending time with her husband and children. New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her favorite places to visit. Also, she loves traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow-covered mountains. On any given night, when not writing her own books, Kym can be found reading her Kindle, which is filled with hundreds of romances.



Kade’s Dark Embrace
Immortals of New Orleans, Book 1
Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA Smashwords
BN All Romance Books iTunes

Luca’s Magic Embrace
Immortals of New Orleans, Book 2
Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA
Smashwords BN All Romance Books iTunes

Tristan’s Lyceum Wolves
Immortals of New Orleans, Book 3
Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA
Smashwords BN All Romance Books iTunes

Logan’s Acadian Wolves
Immortals of New Orleans, Book 4
Amazon US Amazon UK Amazon CA
Smashwords BN All Romance Books iTunes a Rafflecopter giveaway