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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Sizzling PR Release Day Blitz: A Diva in Manhattan by Aubrie Dionne



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Title:  A Diva in Manhattan
Author:  Aubrie Dionne
A Date with the Diva


Fresh off a successful Italian tour, soprano soloist Alaina Amaldi returns to America on cloud nine. The Metropolitan Opera has invited her to guest star in their performance of Mozart’s Magic Flute, and she’s singing at the top of her game. But, to act the part of the sweet, young Pamina in love, she has to be likeable; something that has never come easily to her. On a quest to soften her diva-like image, she volunteers at an arts school for underprivileged children. Too bad the kids call her the opera witch…

Brett Robinson has moved to Manhattan to start afresh. Used to living on his own as a logger, he finds a job with a construction company repairing the sidewalk in front of the Metropolitan Opera House. What he didn’t count on was for one of those hoity-toity divas to strut straight past him and into his heart!

However, Brett knows that a guy like him doesn’t have a chance with a woman like Alaina. That is until an older woman asks him to attend a fundraiser, posing as her Wall Street stockbroker son. Before he knows it, Brett’s drinking cocktails with the gorgeous diva! Trouble is, she thinks he’s quite a few billion dollars richer. Is she as shallow as everyone claims, or will she still love what she sees when the tux comes off?

Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Diva-Manhattan-HarperImpulse-Contemporary-Romance-ebook/dp/B00O7CM7GW/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1413293123&sr=1-1&keywords=a+diva+in+manhattan

Barnes and Noble:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-diva-in-manhattan-aubrie-dionne/1120479064?ean=9780007594603&itm=1&usri=9780007594603&cm_mmc=AFFILIATES-_-Linkshare-_-GwEz7vxblVU-_-10:1&r=1,%201

Kobo:
http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/a-diva-in-manhattan-harperimpulse-contemporary-romance

GoodReads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23364142-a-diva-in-manhattan

Aubrie DionneAuthor's Bio: Aubrie Dionne is an author and flutist in New England. Her books have received the highest ratings from Romance Times Magazine and BTS Magazine, as well as Night Owl Reviews and Readers’ Favorite Reviews. She has guest blogged on the USA Today Happy Ever After Blog and the Dear Teen Me blog and signed books at the Boston Book Festival, Barnes and Noble, and the Romance Writers of America conference. Her books are published by HarperImpulse, Entangled Publishing, Astraea Press, Spencer Hill Press, Inkspell Publishing, and Lyrical Press. When she's not writing, Aubrie teaches flute and plays in orchestras.

Twitter: @authoraubrie

Blog: http://authoraubrie.blogspot.com

Website: www.authoraubrie.net

Amazon Page Amazon.com: Aubrie Dionne: Books, Biography, Blog, Audiobooks, Kindle


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Sizzling PR Release Day Blitz: Auctioned to the Spanish Dom by Doris O'Connor

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Please note:  [Ménage and More: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, flogging, paddling, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]


Blurb: 
Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.
It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…

Buy Link: 
http://www.bookstrand.com/auctioned-to-the-spanish-dom


Authors Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Writer of sensual, sassy, sexy romances

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Erotic Excerpt:
 “Hmm, very nice, Pedro. She’s getting wetter by the minute waiting for your cock to fill her, but she won’t get that yet, will she?” Callused fingertips traced her jaw, and Peyton jumped at the unmistakable click in her ear, seconds before the buzzing of a vibrator.
Hands from behind her pulled her breasts out of her corset, and she jumped when the vibrations settled on one nipple while strong fingers pulled and kneaded the other one.
Pain followed pleasure as the biting sting of two nipple clamps attacked her sensitive buds simultaneously, and she bit her lip to absorb the pain, as they were tightened to such a degree she whimpered and shook her head. Anything to get away from that overbearing sensation.
“Shhh, take this for me.” Pedro’s soothing voice in her ear meant she pulled a deep breath into her body and pushed the pain away with her exhales.
“Good girl.” Jonas this time, so close that she smelled his minty breath and the heat of his naked torso burned into her skin. When had he taken his clothes off and was he completely naked?
Her imagination went into overdrive, and then the damn clamps on her nipples started to vibrate at the same time that someone held the vibrator against her clit. Shards of painful pleasure stabbed through her breast and settled deep in her clit.
“Oh god, no… yess.” Peyton didn’t know what came out of her mouth as her body hurled toward release at record speed. Dimly aware of something cold dribbling into her ass crack and the sensation of being stretched and filled to the maximum, Peyton desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, only to lose the fight when the plug in her ass started to vibrate too.
Her orgasm bust from her, breathtaking in its intensity, and Jonas laughed.
“Oh, you’ve done it now, baby.”
Sure enough, a hand crashed down on her ass, pushing her headfirst into another release, as the pain meant it could only be Pedro who paddled her behind. Her Sir hit hard, and he didn’t give her a moment’s peace to catch her breath. Neither did those damn vibrations on every one of her erogenous zones, and Peyton sobbed and pleaded to no avail.
“I can’t, please, no more…”
Both men laughed, and there was a moment’s respite, before the onslaught on her senses started again. They must have switched places, because the hits to her abused butt were softer this time, the hand massaging the sting away altogether gentler, while the hands grasping her breasts and pulling on her clamps were far harder.
“You’ll come as many times as we deem it necessary, pequeñita, and once you’re a sobbing, spent mess, we’ll both fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Heat rolled over Peyton’s skin at Pedro’s growled promise or threat, she couldn’t quite make up her mind as the men continued to assault her senses, until pain and pleasure were one and the same, and her body convulsed in one orgasm after the other. Tears ran out from under her blindfold, and Peyton screamed until she was hoarse. Eventually everything stopped, and Peyton went limp in her restraints, surrounded by Pedro’s strong arms.
“That’s my girl. Stay with us now.”
A water bottle was lifted to her lips and she drank eagerly. The cool water soothed her parched throat and she rested her head on the broad shoulder in front of her. Whose it was, she was too far gone to care, floating away in that happy space where her body was just a mass of delicious oversensitive tissues. Light touches were everywhere, keeping her floating and happy, as something cold was placed over her burning ass and the ankle cuffs removed.
Someone supported her from behind, his heavy breaths in her ear the most erotic sound ever, as ropes touched her skin and her pussy clenched in desperate need as those ropes rested either side of her slit.
“She’s so fucking responsive, Pedro.” Jonas’s voice sounded deeper, harsher, and puffs of air skittered across her wet labia as though he was on his knees, and looking his fill of her exposed cunt. That thought brought it with it another gush of her juices, and Jonas groaned against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Taste her for me. Tell me how wet she is. I want to hear her scream again.”
Pedro’s strained voice in her ear made her turn her head toward him and he devoured her mouth in a kiss, while Jonas’s first skillful lick against her pussy made her whimper into Pedro’s kiss.
Dear god in heaven, that man knew what to do with his tongue between her legs, and when Pedro broke the kiss and bit down hard on her bottom lip, everything inside Peyton tightened in need.
“Talk to me, Jonas. What does my girl taste like? Tell her how she makes you feel. How hard your cock is now. How much you want to fuck her.”
Pedro’s dirty words, and the utter command and authority behind them had Peyton teeter on the edge of yet another release, while Jonas lapped at her pussy as though he was drowning.
Trembles started in her thighs, and Pedro’s hands dug further into her legs as he held her open and Jonas tightened the ropes further and slid them to the seam of her thighs. More rope followed, wound around her legs and her torso until she was suspended in the air. Even her hair seemed to be caught up in the intricate patterns Jonas created, if the sharp and constant tug on her scalp was any indication.
Hot breaths blew against her slit again, and from far away she heard Jonas’s voice in-between licks of his tongue against her sensitive flesh.
“She’s so fucking wet, Pedro, and she tastes divine. Sweet like honey, and she likes it when we tell her that. Her cunt is clenching around my tongue, trying to draw me in. She’s squeezing my fingers and she’s so damn fucking tight, Pedro. Fuck.”





Monday, November 17, 2014

RBTL Presents: Deamhan by Isaiyan Morrison; Review and #Giveaway




Title: Deamhan
Author: Isaiyan Morrison
Series: Deamhan Chronicles (#1)
Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Rainstorm Press
Release Date: Aug 12 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Rating:  4 stars

Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book for review from Read Between the Lines Blog Tour and the author.  I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review.  The opinions I have expressed are my own.  I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255:  "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising"

Blurb/Synopsis:
Deamhan have survived by remaining hidden in the shadows. Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, and Lugat have been overshadowed by what humans know as the modern vampire. But what if vampires aren’t the real threat?
One woman’s search for her mother who disappeared without a trace on the streets of Minneapolis takes her into the precarious world of Deamhan, psychic vampires who rule the underground nightlife in the city’s most darkest corners.
She gains the trust of the only other human familiar with the Deamhan lifestyle. With his help she finds not only can the Deamhan not be trusted but it’s her own father, president of a ruthless organization of researchers, who has diabolically maintained that distrust

Book Links:

Author Information:

 Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minnesota. She moved to San Diego, California while in the Navy. After serving four years of active duty, she moved to Los Angeles. After a few years, she moved back to Minnesota where she started to pursue her dream to be an author. Her novel Deamhan, is the first book in the Deamhan Chronicles. She now resides in Texas with her two cats, a pit bull dog, and two guinea pigs.

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Other Works by Isaiyan Morrison:
Deamhan Chronicles
Deamhan (#1)
Deamhan Tales

My Thoughts:
Veronica Austin has come home after a long time.  She’s looking for answers to something that happened long ago.  Remy is just one of many that Veronica meets at a local hangout.  Early on, I learned something new – the meaning of Minneapolis (and then I get the duh moment – of course that’s what it would be).  Our author is very creative but takes the time to add in a little tidbit that just adds a little something for the reader to connect with.

I’m impressed with the unique take on what a vampire is supposed to be.  It’s not a book that you will want to have any preconceived notions.  This story is totally different.  This author has made Veronica out to be a woman with self-confidence enough to stand by her convictions.  But when confronted by something that would send most people running in the other direction, she tries to look at the end results – you will see that confidence when you read the ending.  And that ending sets the reader up for the novella Kei Family Matters.

In order to get to know and understand this author’s characters, you need to read this series in order.  One such character is Sean Fechin.  He’s a friend of Veronica’s but he also works for a group her father is involved in.  Another character is Kenneth and I think he’s one that you’re meant to hate – you will have to read and see if you agree.  And just like any good series, some characters make reappearances.  In this case, Silvanus who is introduced here but then makes another appearance in book two, Dark Curse.  Which just reaffirms that this is a series that must be read in order.  I hope you will take the time and at least add this series to your TBR list.

Giveaway:
A chance at 3 Amazon gift cards or an ebook copy of the book.
a Rafflecopter giveaway



 EXCERPT:
The tiny hairs on the back of Veronica’s neck stood up followed by a small gust of wind and the smell of expensive cologne. She immediately turned around and jumped, bumping against the door and creating a loud thud. Remy stood with his brown eyes scanning her.
“Now, now Veronica,” he said as he leaned against the wall. “That would be prying.”     This time Veronica forced herself to not back away. Unlike their first encounter, Remy’s appearance wasn’t intimidating. Dressed in a sleek black shirt with tight fitting blue jeans, he towered slightly over her. His brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, just like the last time she saw him.
“Shouldn’t you be doing something angst related right now?” Remy questioned Hallie.
Hallie held out her hand. “Where’s my cigs?”
Remy looked at Veronica and smiled. His eyes were hollow giving her mixed signals. “Kids these days.” He reached into the pockets of his jeans and pulled out an unopened pack of cigarettes. “Always want, want, want, but never give, give, give.”
Hallie snatched the pack from his grasp.
“Now, off you go.” He patted Hallie on her head. “Move along now.”
Hallie gave him an evil eye before heading back up the stairs.
Remy leaned against the wall, continuing to gawk at Veronica. It made her uneasy and she looked away. She tried her best to ignore his intimidating and somewhat attractive stare by hiding her thoughts.
He smiled. “What can I say? I’m good with kids.”
She brushed off his remark and she began to fidget with the knob handle on the basement door.
“She’s been playing with Murphy for about a week now,” he continued. “She’s trying to get into that little brain of his. Gotta give that human credit; he’s stronger than he looks.”
Veronica tried pushing her weight against the door but it didn’t budge.
“So, Miss Austin. We never did finish that conversation.”
“What conversation?”
“Oh you know. The one where you blocked your thoughts, then ran off at the sight of me feeding.” He pouted. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”
“Look, I’m not some whore who’ll fall for your tricks.” Veronica faced him with her back to the door. “I know who you are and what you can do, so don’t try to insult my intelligence.”
In Deamhan speed, Remy placed his hand on the door near her head. “And that’s why you fascinate me. You’re like no other researcher I’ve ever encountered,” he whispered. “Plus you smell so good.”
“I’m not a researcher.”
His comments didn’t faze her. She moved his hand away and returned back to the door. The deadened noise from the other side became louder.
“What’s she doing down there?” Veronica probed.
“Questioning the human about Kei.” He moved in closer to Veronica. “Anastasia is a weird one. She’s what you call old school. She does things her way.”
 “Open the door,” Veronica said.
“A little demanding, aren’t we?”
“I want to go down there.”
“I don’t think she’d appreciate that,” Remy replied.
Veronica turned back around. “I have a few questions of my own for Murphy.”
His eyes drifted to her chest. “If you ask nicely.”
Veronica folded her hands, covering her breasts.
Remy grabbed the knob and with his Deamhan strength, he yanked the door open. The door splintered and the metallic lock flew past his head, landing on the floor.
He stepped away and gracefully bowed. “Done.” He smiled.
The space was dark and Veronica reached her arms out to the side, sliding her palms against the cold concrete wall. Remy watched her while she proceeded down the steps cautiously, trying to not make a noise (she was sure that Anastasia knew someone was lurking on the top steps) and at the same time trying not to fall.
Reaching the bottom steps, Veronica smelled the stringent scent of a damp basement. A candle with a flickering flame gave off an eerie glow. She swallowed and walked alongside the concrete wall. She felt herself step on a soft object, but she continued forward. Her foot stepped onto a lower portion of the floor and she lost her footing. She tumbled forward slightly and caught herself, but not in time to feel her hip brush against another table. The table shifted and a small box filled with debris fell to the floor.
She felt a brush of wind, and in front of her she saw Anastasia’s face outlined in the dark.
At first Anastasia didn’t say anything. Instead her eyes darted to Remy who smiled briefly.
“She wanted a tour, Anastasia,” he replied.