Saturday, May 16, 2015

Fear II blitz & Excerpt!

Fear II 
Amarie Avant
(Falling in Love with An Alpha Billionaire)
Publication date: April 24th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense


Luxury’s only desire is to love Victor, a man that cannot love her. In the beginning, she feared him. Mysterious and dark, Victor’s cerulean eyes hypnotize Luxury’s mind and command the drumming of her heart. Now the Duke of Arlington owns her. Victor will keep Lux to the dismay of Her Majesty, The Queen.

As the palace echos with footsteps, the English dare to whisper the horrid truths.

Suspense crescendos along with the intoxication of sex.

The beast has made it clear who she belongs to and how much of him he will allow: Money. Sex. Nothing more.

The stakes are high. Now fear… love.




Victor D’Ross, Duke of Arlington 

Arlington, England 

“The more I love you, the more I lose myself…”

Luxury Whitson’s words are a dose of adrenaline, burning through my veins. While my breathing fogs out on such a crisp, cold Arlington morning, I am on fire. My fist beats against the towering doors of the grey stonewall estate. The flesh of my callused knuckles become torn and bloody.



Finally, the door cracks open and Lake Russell yawns. His pasty white ass is dressed in dingy boxers and a white undershirt. He’s in a daze, unaware that his life is marked.

I hastily unbutton diamond cufflinks and tug up the sleeves of my black blazer. My gaze connects with his as I calculate the fight.

His green eyes widen as he becomes more cognizant. “Duke, it’s five a.m.! What are you doing here?”

I throw a fist at his right eye.

Lake stumbles back.

“You barmy arsehole!” Lake stammers. “I will inform Her Majesty the Queen of this!”

His soft voice has always been an aggravation. The power punch to Lake’s stomach shuts him down. Though his abdomen is flat, no muscles provide Lake with protection. The air expels from his lungs. Lake is at a loss of equilibrium. He reaches out for the table next to the door. A marble horse statue crashes to the floor as he steadies himself.

There’s a rustling upstairs. My heart stops for a second as a female voice says, “Lake, what’s happening?”

This addition only triggers me to continue. I lean down before Lake. Grabbing his collar with my left hand, I bash his face with a right. My mind sullies with all the times he had flirted with Luxury. Whilebeating him to a bloody pulp, I’m infused with energy.

I thrive off the splatter of blood.

Warm blood, how euphoric?

Hands-on murder has always been enticing. It takes a keen desire to enjoy the feel of pounding at a person’s flesh. It provides much more of a personal connection that pulling the fucking trigger. Though Lake’s eyes roll back in his head, I can only fathom that his emerald gaze once held what was mine. Desired what belongs to me.

And then a redhead with creamy white skin approaches the top of the banister. She’s covered in linen. “Duke- Duke, I beg of you! Please stop!”

Her voice drowns out.

Her pleas mean nothing.

That simple feeling.

I become alive as my knuckles numb from pounding Lake’s mouth, eyes, forehead, and chin. My brain only registers one stream of thought: “The more I love you, the more I lose myself…”

What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean? I awoke to our large bed, void of Luxury’s sexy essence. All I have is a short letter, a note really.

Am I, a royal duke, not even deserving of a real letter?

Fuck that!

She is mine.

Murder flashes before my aqua eyes. No matter how many times Luxury has said the word goodbye, she had no right to leave me.

Blood splatters across the sleeves of my blazer. I push them up. Damn near falling on top of Lake as I continue. I steady myself, as my legs are planted wide. My large thigh muscles press against the confines of a tailor-made pants.

Lake’s head thrashes with each hit.

This is not enough… The emotion. The feeling of being alive diminishes instantly. A thought hits me like a bolt of lightning. Lake is an unworthy opponent. I finally let go of his collar.

Lake falls instantly to the ground. He lies in a heap of piss and blood. The faint rise and fall of his chest is proof of life. My mind is overcome with Luxury. Those bloody words she had said. Then he moves. His long, slender hands grip the glossy wooden floors as he spits.

“B…bollocks! Y…you fu-fucking wanker!” Lake stutters. His tattered cheeks flush as he looks up at his woman. Age means nothing. Lake. Is. Not. A. Man. He slowly takes to his hands and knees, muttering, “Piss off!”

My next question is indicative that I’ve totally lost it. “Lake Russell, where the fuck is my lady?”

An obsession, often considered as my newest, most prized possession is missing. My Luxury Whitson is gone. And murdering a dear friend of the Queen means nothing at this moment.

He looks up, thin lips bruised and pressed in defiance. Lake stammers as I step toward him, “D’Ross, I… I don't know. I beg of you…”

Again, I punch at him. This time my hand is paused inches from his nose. Lake flinches. His eyes shut. I look over my shoulder to see the old man; my butler Burt has a hold on my arm.

“Victor, that’s enough,” Burt says.

It’s rare for me to function off of pure aggression. I should have noticed my butler’s arrival. He could have been a nemesis. Before Lux, I was calculating and cold. As a billionaire, money is my first thought. Emotion has no place in my royal lifestyle. My secret side-hobby as an assassin further erodes the little emotion I once had. Then I met Luxury Whitson…

Heartbroken and with murder still on my mind, I glare at Lake before heading outside.

My eyelid twitches as a memory of the voluptuous shape of a 4’11, cheeky lady with freckles and curly hair flashes before me.

“Well, Victor, now that we’ve just succeeded in commencing unnecessary chin-wagging, the Queen will be in an outrage–”

“Do not speak,” I command as we head back to my Aston.

Burt hates when I drive angry. He attempts to open the passenger door for me but I walk around to the driver’s side. “Duke of Arlington, I wouldn’t advise…”

“Exactly. You wouldn’t advise. I’ll let you know when your advice is welcomed.”

I get into the car and slam the driver’s side door. The exhaust roars to life. Before Burt adjusts in the passenger seat, I speed off. Through the haze of rage running through my veins, I know the truth:

Lake didn’t put a wedge between us.

No one in all of England could have stopped the way Luxury and I felt for each other. Not even my Queen.

None other than me has ruined us.

Victor D’Ross and Luxury Whitson


Mother of two. Wife of one alpha. And alpha to his alpha.
Lover of thrills and enticingly sexy chills.
Azusa Pacific University alumni where God comes first. This dyslexic and highly attention deficit author has received two Bachelors and a Masters in Counseling. Though sociopaths are very interesting, and coupon shopping is just as thrilling as action or cartoon movies, Amarie Avant has taken on romance.
Beware anytime you open an Amarie Avant novel: This is not your ordinary love story…

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Friday, May 15, 2015

Finding Acceptance in His Arms Tour & Excerpt!

Finding Acceptance in His Arms
Thomas Briar

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing

Date of Publication: 3-26-15

ISBN: 978-1-63105-534-8

Number of pages: 146
Word Count: 51148

Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique

Book Description:

After discovering that success in life is hollow if she can't also fulfill her most secret sexual desires, twenty-two year old Kara Gibson is desperate to meet a certain man she's heard about that can help her discreetly explore one of her most titillating fantasies.

Thus, upon instigating a sexual relationship with Evan Lars, a young man in his mid-twenties who is as handsome as he is sexually adventurous, Kara falls desperately in love with Evan from the way he easily accepts all of the unnatural things that turn her on and how he steadily proves he has her best interests at heart. But true love always comes with some sort of sacrifice, doesn't it? And so, as their romantic entanglement hurtles toward its inevitable heartbreaking end, Kara becomes determined to stay with Evan despite the harsh realities of life threatening to steal away her happily ever after.

Available at   Amazon    Secret Cravings    BN


The bartender poured the drinks and slid them across the bar.
“Thanks,” Evan said. He handed Kara her champagne and then tossed back his shot of whiskey in a single gulp. He didn’t order another. Winking at her, he weaved her through the crowd, offering polite greetings in passing to the various men and women who made eye contact with him. She followed his lead and did the same. They ended up standing directly in front of the stage, several yards away from any of the other guests.
He leaned down to whisper into her ear. “You certainly have poise, girl. You didn’t even flinch when Lance made his grab for you.”
She took a sip of her champagne. “I trusted you to stop him. If you remember, you once said that you wouldn’t ever let anything happen to me in your presence. I took you at your word.”
He smiled with admiration filling his eyes. “You look beautiful tonight. And I love the way your figure fills out all the right places in that dress. The color yellow really suits you. Plus, your perfume is intoxicating.”
“Thank you.” Kara smiled up at him, noticing again for perhaps the fiftieth time how great he looked and also smelled tonight. She categorized the latter as clean soap combined with a hint of musk. As afterthought, she added, “You look and smell really nice too.”
He transitioned into holding her free hand. “I’m starting to really like you, do you know that?”
She took a sip of champagne, enjoying the intimacy they shared. “Please remember to tell me that again some other time when we have a bit more privacy.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he warned. “I might surprise you.”
“And don’t you tempt me with a good time.” She giggled. “I’ll climb right on board every time.”
He chuckled. “I’m sure you would.”
“Try me later tonight and I’ll prove it to you.”
A comfortable silence engulfed them as the lighting in the room dimmed. The curtains opened up to reveal the stage. A lithe woman in a form-fitting black latex bodysuit stood in the center of a spotlight. She appeared twentyish and very attractive with short blonde hair and a slim face.
This woman held her arms out as she addressed the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention please? We’ve got a great exhibition in store for you. Her name is Isabella, and she has agreed to queen for us this evening. She revealed to me earlier in private that queening in front of an audience is her number one unfulfilled sexual fantasy.”
A few cheers from the audience echoed around the room and the blonde bobbed her head in deference. More cheers followed.
The blonde motioned her hands for silence. “Now, we’ve all been there, haven’t we? We’ve struggled at some point to find the right person or persons to help us achieve our heart’s greatest sexual desire. And so, all of you know as well as I that unfulfilled sexual desires can affect a person much like an untreated illness does. It twists us all up inside and gnaws away at us until we are only a shell of our former selves. The only cure to keep from finally succumbing to despair and then sheer madness is the achievement of said fantasy. Thankfully, in this house we can all be as we were meant to be. Beautiful, desirable, and uninhibited! Please put your hands together for Queen Isabella and her loyal subjects!”
Amidst the cursory applause, the orator took a deep bow and walked off stage as the truth conveyed in her words seeped into Kara’s heart. She inadvertently glanced up at Evan. She could tell by the approbation displayed in his face that he also identified with the declaration. She squeezed his hand tightly to let him know she now understood why he continually urged her to never give up her strange sexuality under the pressure of other people’s negative opinions. His reasons seemed transparent to her now. He’d always had her best interest at heart.
In this moment of clarity she let herself embrace her great love for him, wholly and completely. She forced her gaze back onto the stage to keep him from discovering her ascension into love. 

About the Author

Edgy and provocative in his erotic writings, Thomas Briar strives to exalt the virtues of love and lust in every story he creates. To date, he's garnered eleven publishing contracts with three different publishers and has seven published books in the marketplace.

When he's not writing, he enjoys spending time with his wife, reading, taking long walks, and people watching. Yeah, he's always wondering what makes people do the things they do. He knows it's usually something hidden in plain sight. He just has to figure out what it is, much like the motivations of the characters in his stories.

Escorting the Billionaire blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Escorting the Billionaire 
Leigh James
(Escorting the Billionaire #1)
Publication date: April 30th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance


Love don’t cost a thing…except everything.

When billionaire mogul James Preston hires an escort as a date for his brother’s wedding, he knows he’s taking a risk. One thing he won’t be taking? The escort’s clothes off. He just wants a date—not a girlfriend. Not a relationship. No strings. No ties. No games. No sex. He has his reasons. He lost someone he loved, and isn’t interested in trying again. Too many opportunities for mistakes or worse, heartbreak.

Audrey Reynolds became a high-end escort to keep her brother in his expensive group home. James Preston is the client of her dreams—he’s offering to pay her more money for two weeks than she’s ever made before. But James is…difficult. He’s gorgeous, troubled and all too human for Audrey’s business-like tastes. Determined to complete her assignment and collect the money, Audrey tries to play by James’s rules. But before she knows what’s happening, he’s rewriting the contract.

When Audrey ends up in James’s bed, he realizes that she’s everything he’s wanted…and everything he’s been running from.

This is PART ONE of the Escorting the Billionaire New Adult romance trilogy. It is novella-length (30,000 words) and has a wicked cliffhanger.




All I wanted was a date for my stupid a**hole brothers wedding.
Not a girlfriend. Not a relationship. A date.
No strings. No ties. No games.
No sex.
So when I called Elena at the escort service, I was very clear.
I want someone beautiful. Who can function at high-society events, I said. She needs to be able to use her silverware properly and to be discreet. I cant have someone who gets drunk and falls down in public. Also, no one who looks cheap. I dont want a lot of makeup and big, fake boobs.
I dont have any cheap-looking girls, Mr. Preston, Elena said. Unless the client is into that. Then I have plenty. She laughed.
I waited for her to finish. I need her to be available for two weeks. I have cocktail parties, lunches, brunches, the rehearsal dinner, then the wedding. And then for some ungodly reason, my brother wants us all to go on his honeymoon to the Caribbean with him. Its going to be the wedding from hell.
I sighed and rubbed my temples; two weeks with my family was going to be bad enough. And now I was going to have to babysit a hooker the whole time.
But it was better than going alone. I hoped.
Shell need a passport. And a drug test. I dont want any users. I winced, remembering the last time Id hired an escort. It had been over ten years ago, but I still clearly remembered waking up and finding her in the bathroom, shooting up in between her toes.
I went on a penicillin and no-whore diet after that.
All my girls are drug tested, Elena said smoothly, and they all have passports. They have to travel frequently. Its not a problem. She paused for a beat. Speaking of tests, youre going to have to be screened for STDs. Ill need those results emailed to me before we make the final arrangements.
Im not planning on actually sleeping with her—” I said.
Excuse me? Elena asked.
I dont want to sleep with her, I insisted. I need her as a buffer from my family.
Whatever you like, Elena said sweetly. But she will be young and gorgeous. And completely at your disposal.
I exhaled and stalked around my living room, my footsteps bouncing off the hardwood floors. I was dressed in a suit and ready for work. I looked out at the sun rising over Los Angeles, the light flooding my house. I didnt want to leave here. I had everything I needed, including my favorite leather couch and an enormous flatscreen television, and nothing I didnt, including a prostitute and my family.
I didnt argue with the madam. Still, I had no plans to sleep with the girl I was hiringI wanted to keep her at arms length, just like everyone else. I didnt want any messy emotional entanglements. I just needed a fake relationship to keep my family at bay. No more questions about why I was alone, no more wondering or whispers. The whispers that I was gay. Or worse, that I was lonely.

The truth was that I preferred to be alone, left to my own devices. And it was nobodys damn business.

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Leigh James writes contemporary romance with a healthy dose of action and adventure. In addition to writing, endlessly re-watching "Pitch Perfect" and scouring the house for leftover Halloween candy to eat, Leigh is a wife and mother of three.

She is a magna cum laude graduate of the University of New Hampshire's Journalism program and earned her J.D. from Suffolk University School of Law in Boston.

She lives with her husband and children in New Hampshire.

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Thursday, May 14, 2015

The Celtic Wolves Series Tour, Excerpts & Giveaway!

Celtic Moon
The Celtic Wolves Series
Book 1
Sophie and Dylan’s Story
Jan DeLima

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Publisher: ACE

Date of Publication: September 24, 2013

ISBN: 978-0425266205

Number of pages: 304
Word Count:  84,000 approx

Book Description:

Like father, like son...

Sophie Thibodeau has been on the run from the father of her son for more than fifteen years.  Now her son, Joshua, is changing, and her greatest fears are about to be realized.  He's going to end up being just like his father----a man who can change into a wolf.

Dylan Black has been hunting for Sophie since the night she ran from him----an obsession he cannot afford in the midst of an impending war.  Dylan controls Rhuddin Village, an isolated town in Maine where he lives with an ancient Celtic tribe.  One of the few of his clan who can still shift into a wolf, he must protect his people from the Guardians, vicious warriors who seek to destroy them.

When Sophie and Dylan come together for the sake of their son, their reunion reignites the fierce passion they once shared.  For the first time in years, Dylan's lost family is within his grasp.  But will he lose them all over again? Are Joshua and Sophie strong enough to fight alongside Dylan in battle? Nothing less than the fate of his tribe depends on it...

Available at  Amazon and  BN

Teaser Excerpt from Celtic Moon:

“I’m going for a run,” Dylan said dryly, taking off toward the woods.  His people had wronged Sophie.  He was convinced of that now.  And still she had come home to him, of her own free will—for their son.  

His wolf clawed at his spine for release.  Its fury, its need—its desire for the woman who’d had the courage to return for their child was no longer controllable.

The wolf wanted out.

Having her near and within reach was akin to pain. 

Perhaps it was a good thing Sophie hadn’t invited him to stay, Dylan thought as he entered the forest, ripping off clothes as he walked.  For if she had, he wasn’t sure if he could have controlled his hunger.

It had been too long.

Celtic Moon’s first chapter:

Summer Moon
The Celtic Wolves Series
Book 2
Rosa and Luc’s story
Jan DeLima

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Publisher: ACE

Date of Publication: September 30, 2014

ISBN: 978-0425266212

Number of pages: 305
Word Count:  84,000

Book Description:

She won't be ruled again...

Rosa Alban has been obedient her entire life. But when her alpha husband dies, she seizes the opportunity to flee the oppressive Guardians—the rulers of the secret shapeshifter world. Her flight instantly brands her as a pack traitor, and she has no choice but to seek protection from a neighboring tribe by marrying one of their sons.   

Known as the Beast of Merin, Luc Black loyally plays the part of unwanted son and devoted brother. He realizes marrying Rosa will strengthen his tribe’s territory, but he has no intention of loving ever again. Still, he’s unprepared for the intense physical need the wild she-wolf awakens in him.   

When the Guardians hone in on Rosa, Luc must fight to protect his new bride. And as war descends, the unlikely allies discover their destinies are irrevocably entwined… 

Available at  Amazon and  BN

Excerpt from Summer Moon:

Luc wrapped the knitted blanket around Rosa and draped it like a shawl. Fisting his hands around the corners, he pulled her forward, like a fish caught in a weir. Before she could guess his intent, she found herself on his lap, cocooned in heat and hot male skin, with her legs dangled over his knees.

“Now, is this so bad?” he taunted while tucking her head under his chin.

“I suppose not.” Pondering where to place her hands, she ended up curling them in her lap, while her shoulder rested in the crook between his arm and chest.

In truth, it was hypnotic setting on him like this—dangerously so, like the hush before a storm. The rise and fall of his torso as he breathed lulled like a male siren, along with the weight of his arms and the lure of his skin against her cheek. The most exquisite scent of forest and man wove around her senses. More tempting, underneath it all lay the hint of musk, of potent wolf waiting in the shadows to protect her if the human failed.

All her tension ebbed like a babe in caring arms. Away from Guardians and wrapped in strength; she’d not felt this safe since childhood. How sad that she’d found peace with a virtual stranger. And how easily she could become addicted.

Oh, yes . . . this was dangerous. “How long do we have to stay like this?”

“Shhhh . . .” His throat moved as he swallowed while his hands trailed up her thighs and under her sweater, but only to knead the muscles of her lower back.

As if she weren’t becoming a puddle of goo already.

Before long, her eyes grew heavy, drifted closed. Had he been waiting for this moment of surrender, she wondered drowsily, when her guard had dissolved enough to welcome his gentle game? And did she care? For this was far more pleasant than any others she’d been forced to play.

He shifted to the side and moved his shoulder, leaned a bit, and her head rolled back, only to be caught by the soft pressure of his mouth on hers. So tender she didn’t even open her eyes. Were a man’s lips supposed to be this soft? Like with other carnal acts, she had little experience with kissing, sadly enough.

Having known only violence or indifference, her perceptions reeled. Indeed, if this was passion, then she didn’t know how to respond. But she was curious enough to try. She would admit that to herself, and even to him if he asked . . . She was so hungry to know what others whispered about in giggly tones. How many stories had she heard, from Tesni and others, of their forbidden trysts and naughty secrets, only to feel like a bystander to their private joy?

“Open your mouth, Rosa.” The order came on a husky whisper against her lips.

Summer Moon’s first chapter:

Autumn Moon
The Celtic Wolves Series
Book 3
Elen and Cormack’s story
Jan DeLima

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Publisher: ACE

Date of Publication: September 29, 2015

ISBN: 978-0425266229

Number of pages:
Word Count: 

Book Description:

The heart of a warrior, the soul of a wolf, and the desires of a man…

For centuries, Cormack has lived between worlds—a man trapped in the body of a wolf, shunned by humans and shifters alike. Only one person has ever welcomed his company: Elen, a kindred outcast who is feared by others of her ancient Celtic race for her strange healing abilities.

Cormack has always valued Elen’s kindness and understanding, but after a desperate act of friendship causes Elen to free him from his curse, he realizes he wants more. He wants all of her—completely and forever.Except before Cormack can win Elen’s heart, Pendaran, the evil leader of the Guardians, captures her, determined to manipulate her incredible power to aid him in his twisted war against the shapeshifting tribes.

Now Cormack must use all of his skills as a warrior and a wolf to save the woman he loves—before Pendaran’s vile schemes destroy them all…

Available at Amazon  and   BN

Excerpt from Autumn Moon

Too wired to sleep, Elen opened the wine and poured a glass, sipping quietly as she walked over to the bed.  Cormack slept above the coverlet and on his back, with one arm raised over his head, while the other rested by his side.  His hair was still damp from his shower, and he wore jeans but no shirt, as if he’d just rested his head and sleep claimed him first.

His chest rose and fell with even breaths.  She was not one to marvel over physical attributes, but this was Cormack, and his body was meant for pleasure, like a goddess had molded him for her personal divine gratification.  His frame was large, and toned, with wide shoulders and a firm chest that tapered down to his hips.  His hardened stomach would provide the perfect friction were she to ride him just like this.

And as that image flooded her mind, another, more wicked one, followed.  It was greedy, and selfish, but all her niceness had been used up for the day.  He looked peaceful, and innocent, but the man was practically immortal after all.  Their kind did not die from lack of sleep.  They might go mad, of course, but that took a few weeks.  And had he not said, do with me as you will?

She needed to touch him.  That was all.  Well, no, she wanted more, but for now that would do.  Taking a sip of her wine, she gently set the glass on an end table by the bed, and gave into temptation.  Starting by his heart, she brushed lightly across his chest, tracing down the indent between, and lingering on the valleys and curves of his muscles.  Flattening her hand over his stomach, she felt the soft hair that began just above the waistband of his jeans and disappeared below.  She had never seen him in this restful state, at least not in his human form, and took in her ravenous fill.

Her hand lingered over the button of his jeans.  She swallowed, wanting… Oh, how she wanted.  It burned like molten earth, fed by a need that had been denied for too long.  Even now she felt her body moisten and swell just from imagining what waited beyond that closure, and how it would feel inside her.

Or how it would taste.

She thumbed the button.  A quick flick was all it would take.

A sound made her jolt, an intake of breath perhaps, followed by a sudden rise under her hands.  She snapped her eyes to his face.

Cormack was awake.

And watching her.

A fire raged within his cerulean gaze.  “Kill me now if you stop, Elen, because then I’ll know I’m well and truly cursed and I cannot be tortured anymore.”

Prequel for Autumn Moon:

About the Author:
Jan DeLima is the author of the Celtic Wolves novels, including Summer Moon and Celtic Moon. She lives in Maine with her husband and their two sons. Unlike many authors, Jan didn’t pen stories at an early age, but she has always been a dedicated reader. She loves stories and storytelling. It wasn’t until after her children entered school that she began writing. Raised in a military family, she lived in different countries such as Thailand and Germany, but home base has always been Maine.