Friday, August 31, 2012

PROMO: Romantic Tales: Bedtime Stories

Genres: Romance, Erotica, Fantasy and PNR.

Romantic Tales: Bedtime Stories has a little of everything. From your everyday Contemporary Romance (The Getaway) To your Hot and Heavy Rockers turned Werewolves (Crave) and your Sci-Fi Paranormal with Erotic overtones…. (The Genesis Project) Each Episode will entice its readers, draw them in. A quick Bedtime story before they dream, keeping them pleasantly satisfied while peaking their interests for next month’s installment. All for 99 cents. During the interim there will  be previews of next month’s Episode…

Find Romantic Tales: Bedtime Stories:

Tigris Eden
Author of Shadow Unit Series, 1st Book Enslaved In Shadows... I love all things books! Music
and much more! I write PNR, Contemp, SCI-FI, Erotic, and HORROR..... Yes I love the gore!
Currently working on Burned In Shadows... Due out sometime in January 2013.
There isn't much to say about me truly... I am not that interesting... But I promise to make you
laugh at least once!

Ty Langston
As a child, multi-published author Ty Langston loved to read about dragons and knights so
much that one day, her grandmother told her to "just write about them."
So she did.
From that day forward, she never left home without her pen, a notebook, and some kind of
music playing in the background. Her love of reading expanded from fantasy into science fiction,
and eventually into paranormal romance and erotica.
She enjoys different works from George Martin, Anne McCaffrey, Stephen King, and Jackie
Collins. But some of Ty's favorite writers are from the world of TV and film: namely, Tudors
creator Michael Hirst, and the late John Hughes.
Ty has a certificate in Broadcast Journalism along with a degree in Business Administration.
She is single and enjoys spending time with friends and family.

Riley Ross
To date I haven't published anything yet but I love to write wrestling fan fiction, romance and
light erotica. I will be married for fifteen years this month to my best friend and Prince Charming
all rolled into one. I am mommy to two Syberian Huskies.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

BLOG TOUR: Starcrossed by Kele Moon

Today I will have a Review, Giveaway, and Excerpt, first let's get to know the Author! 

A freckle-faced redhead born and raised in Hawaii, Kele Moon has always been a bit of a sore thumb and has come to enjoy the novelty of it. She thrives on pushing the envelope and finding ways to make the impossible work in her story telling. With a mad passion for romance, she adores the art of falling in love. The only rules she believes in is that, in love, there are no rules and true love knows no bounds.

So obsessed is she with the beauty of romance and the novelty of creating it, she’s lost in her own wonder world most of the time. Thankfully she married her own dark, handsome, brooding hero who has infinite patience for her airy ways and attempts to keep her grounded. When she leaves her keys in the refrigerator or her cell phone in the oven, he’s usually there to save her from herself. The two of them now reside in Florida with their three beautiful children, who make their lives both fun and challenging in equal parts—they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Heavyweight UFC fighter, Romeo Wellings comes from the hard streets of New York where his family ties to the mafia cause him nothing but pain. His life takes a surprising detour when he crosses paths with the twin sister of his long time enemy. After a steamy one-night stand, he faces the fight of his life, but it’s not in the cage. The secret relationship that blooms between Romeo and his real life Juliet has him battling his family and a dark past rather than let her go.

The only lawyer in her hometown of Garnet, Jules Conner is also a volunteer Sheriff’s deputy and co-owner of a successful MMA training center. Strong and dependable, Jules is always there for those who need her. Until one forbidden night in Las Vegas with Romeo leaves her feeling so alive she can’t stop reaching out to the sexy, bad boy of MMA, even knowing the forbidden love affair could jeopardize everything.

As the tide rises against them and the people they love work at keeping them apart, Romeo and Jules hold onto a dream for a better life together and vow to go down fighting rather than accept a tragic ending.

My Rating: 4.5 *'s


My Review:
I want to start off by saying that while this is the 2nd in a series, it is not necessary to read number 1 before reading this one, but man does it really make for a better background on the story and I am so happy I chose to read the first book in the series first! 

Jules is one tough chick, she does not take anyone's crap. She is so incredibly used to being in charge and taking care of her brother and best friend. One night has managed to turn her world upside down. How does she go with having no extraordinary sexual encounters to speak of to having the most amazing night of her life with the one guy who is all wrong for her? She knows her brother would not approve and then there is the small fact that she is a lawyer who works in a sherriffs office and he is from a Mafia family! 

Romeo, Romeo... wow, he is one hell of a man! The things he has had to endure in life add a whole other element to him as a character. 

The play on Romeo and Juliet was a great addition without being over the top and when Romeo would call her Juliet, something about it just makes your heart speed up. The sexual encounters that were not actual physical encounters were just as steamy as the ones that were! 

With twists that keep the story fresh and one steamy encounter after the next between Romeo and Juliet this was an amazing story! 


Jules reached into her purse to pull out a business card and an expensive gold pen. She laughed to herself, shaking her head as she wrote on the back of the card. “If you would’ve told me yesterday I’d be buying Romeo Wellings dinner, I’d have called you crazy. Things change faster than I can keep up with sometimes.”

Romeo had to agree. The very last thing he expected to be doing on his remaining night in Las Vegas was having dinner with Wyatt Conner’s sister. He’d spent a good deal of time hating the bastard. The irony wasn’t lost on him, and his smile was wide as he took Jules’s card when she offered it. He stared at her cell number on the back.

“I’m not your enemy.” Romeo lifted his gaze to hers and studied her beautiful face under the bright Nevada sun. “Juliet.”

She gasped in surprise, her eyes growing wide. “I don’t—” She floundered. Her cheeks flushed pink as she narrowed icy eyes at him. “How?”

“That’s what Jules is short for, isn’t it?” he asked simply, refusing to look away. “Juliet.”

“I go by Jules,” she said rather than rise to the bait. For a brief moment it looked like she might reach over and snatch the card back. Her guard was obviously up, but instead of lashing out and rescinding the offer, she looked to his left hand that was wrapped in a white gauze bandage and sighed in defeat. “I’ll see ya at eight, Wellings.”

“I go by Romeo.”

“Fine.” Jules took a deep breath, her cheeks more flushed than ever. “Then eight o’clock, Romeo.”

He did it then, took one long, hard look of Jules Conner standing there in formfitting jeans that clung to her long legs like a second skin. It took everything he had not to adjust himself, because eyeing her made his jeans tighter than usual.

Romeo gave her a devious smile. With a voice low and husky with anticipation, he said, “I’ll look forward to it.”



Kele will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Comment here to enter! Also, follow along with the tour for more chances to win! HERE

Monday, August 27, 2012

PROMO: Sugar Walls by Misty Holliday

This Promo is Presented by Goddess Fish Blog Tours

When Emilie is dumped by her boyfriend, best friend Jack Voss offers a shoulder and a place
to live--the other side of his duplex. He’s always there, fixing her problems, her car, her sink.
Emilie doesn’t know what she’d do without him, or with the feelings she’s having for him. His
shoulder doesn’t just offer comfort anymore; his touch is a turn-on. Their shared wall is the
only thing keeping them from sharing a bedroom—and fanning the flames might risk breaking
something that Jack can’t fix.


Emilie hadn’t lied about the leak in her pipes. Just like she hadn’t broken her dishwasher, or
the leg off her couch, or the alternator in her car on purpose. But, to be honest, it was almost a
relief when those things happened, because they gave her an excuse to see Jack.

She’d called him first thing this morning when running water for her coffee had resulted in
puddles beneath the sink. He’d come over the first chance he’d had and now he was on his
hands and knees on the linoleum looking at the pipe that oozed moisture, oblivious to the
woman behind him who was also soaking wet, albeit for an entirely different reason.

His ass looked good enough to take a big bite out of. Emilie couldn’t help herself; it was right
there, sticking out from under her kitchen sink, and she had to clench her hands into tight fists
to keep from grabbing it. Still, that didn’t keep her mind from wandering, and when one of his
hands reached out for a wrench, she pictured it on her, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the
rosy buds. Instantly her nipples puckered, as tightly clenched as her hands, and her crotch
dampened even more.

Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a very busy SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot
bodies. Most people know she writes, but not what she writes about: sexy men and the wanton
women who love them.

She's married to a wonderful man who happily sacrifices himself for research, and she
spends most of her days dreaming of interesting and unusual situations in which to place her
characters. But most of all, she's a sucker for a happy ending.


The author will be giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to one random commenter and to one random host at the conclusion of the tour.


Saturday, August 25, 2012

Blog Tour: The Strix by Katalina Leon

The Strix
By Katalina Leon & Amber Skyze
Book one The Bag Of Tricks series

A cursed amber amulet unearthed in Pompeii flings Arcona into a past life
of witchcraft, bloodshed, revenge, and sexual slavery to the cruel Master of a
gladiatorial school. This violent parallel world is populated with “Slayers,” blood-
drinking immortals devoted to the gods of war and mayhem.

As a Strix, or malignant witch, Arcona once used sex and blood rituals to create a
race of immortal warriors to unleash on Rome. Now it’s time to pay.

The gladiator Tyr was one desperately lonely lover she betrayed. Against his will,
she turned him into Upir Likhyi, a foul vampire. For two millennia he’s lived a
grim existence as a Slayer, in constant sexual arousal yet denied release; now, he's
pissed off and wants revenge. He kidnaps Arcona, planning to drink her dry and
break the curse.

Along the way Arcona and Tyr relive their sexual slavery at the hands of Rome
and blood sport in the arena, but the real magic is they forgive and fall in love.

Too bad another Slayer wants them dead.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some
readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, dubious consent, female/female sexual practices.


Author Bio Katalina Leon:


(Arcona is speaking to Salem witch Dame Bishop in the Silver Moon Scrying

“Are you familiar with the legend of the Strix?”

“No.” Arcona shook her head, noting that the amulet was warming almost too
quickly in her cool palm.

“You won’t find this myth in many books; few know or speak of the Strix.
The Strix was a compilation of all ancient Rome’s guilty fears about the so-
called barbarians they enslaved, punished, and brought under their own roofs as
domestics, lovers, and lethal entertainment. The Strix combined fearful barbarian
lore and Roman superstitions in a single horrific creature that traveled the night as
a grotesque bird of prey, sucking the blood from innocent people and turning them
against Rome.

“The Strix might start life as a worshipper of Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft and
necromancy. She could be born Roman or Celtic and work as a healer, witch, or
midwife, but somewhere along the way, hatred and the need for revenge against
the oppressor corrupted the witch’s capacity for doing good. Rage and destruction
took the place of healing acts. Stray witches made bargains with dark forces in
exchange for the power to grant invincibility in battle to others, who in turn would
walk the earth in violent wrath.”

Arcona grimaced. “The Strix sounds absolutely repulsive.”

“She isn’t, and by the way the Strix is always a she. The essence of Venus imbued
the Strix with the power to seduce and sexually torment any young man she
approached. She sought out strong, battle-worthy men. Her victims were powerless
to refuse. At the climax of the sexual act, she’d drink their blood and send them
into a violent rage. During these unnatural couplings, rarely but sometimes a male,
Upir Likhyi, was created.”

Arcona was almost afraid to ask. “What’s an Upir Likhyi?” She struggled to
pronounce the unwieldy words.

“It’s an old pagan Baltic term for wicked or foul vampire. It is a revenant, or
undead soul, that seeks the thrill of blood sport and warfare. In ancient times many
were recruited to secretly serve Mars.”

A shiver trembled up her spine. “We certainly don’t need any more of those
violent, bloodsucking sorts hanging around, that’s for sure.” She laughed with
nervous self-consciousness until she noticed Dame Bishop’s serious face. It was
apparent she did not share the dismissive attitude.

Arcona struggled to compose herself. “I don’t mean to sound so disrespectful,
because I love mythology too. It’s had a huge influence over human history, but
myths are just a way to explain human desires and behavior. I’m a bit puzzled that
you’re talking about the Strix as if it’s a real entity.”

Dame Bishop blanched. “It is a real entity. Make no mistake; every myth carries a
grain of truth within. There are realms loosely tethered to this one far stranger than
anything you can imagine. To say these realms are less real than ours is to profess
the Earth is flat. It is a statement only the ignorant can speak freely.”

“I’m sorry.” Damn, she really put her foot in it. Arcona gently lowered the amulet
back into its box. “Thank you for sharing this with me. It’s fascinating.”

She gazed at the skeletal bronze birds and strange craftsmanship one last
time. “How exactly did you come across this? A rare artifact of this age seems like
it should be safely stashed in a museum.”

“I agree.” Dame Bishop’s expression brightened. “Some associates of mine at
the Universita di Roma know my interest in such things and were kind enough to
allow me to examine the amulet.”

“I’m familiar with the University of Rome! My ex-husband once taught there. Who
are your contacts; perhaps I know them?”

“I highly doubt it.” Dame Bishop’s mouth drew tense. “My colleagues are very
private people.” Her gaze dropped toward the amulet. “Tomorrow it’s headed
to the Smithsonian in an armored car. I just wanted to share it with one last soul
before it continued on its journey to lie locked away in some sterile vault until the
curators can figure out what to do with it.”

A heightened gleam shone in Dame Bishop’s eyes as she lifted the amulet from the
box and held it toward Arcona. “Why don’t you try it on? Just to see what it feels
like.” A sly smile crossed her lips. “This is a bit of living history. You may never
get an opportunity like this again.”

Something about the amber riveted Arcona’s attention. The center of the amulet
was translucent and glowed like a fiery ember. Against her better judgment about
carelessly handling antiquities and possibly ill-gotten property, she reached for the
leather thong and looped it around her neck.

The amulet hung heavy and prominent atop her breasts. Arcona glanced
downward. This was a big, bold piece of ornamentation obviously meant to
immediately identify its wearer as a witch who had wandered over to the dark side.

A loud knock pounded on the front door of the shop.

Arcona started.

“Excuse me.” Dame Bishop pulled the curtain to the back room aside. “Let me see
who’s at the door.”

Arcona was left alone in the back room to gaze down at the amulet and decided
that in spite of the somewhat disturbing bronze motifs it was actually very
beautiful and must have made a strong impression in its day.

The warm, subtle scent of amber resin reached her nose. She sniffed again in
disbelief, knowing there was no way this ancient piece of fossilized amber could
possibly be emitting a scent.

She inhaled the mystery fragrance, and sure enough, the rich scent of earthy amber
was filling the air. She glanced around curious to know if there was anything near
that could possibly be the source of the aroma and saw nothing she could hold to

She glanced toward the curtain. What was Dame Bishop up to? She didn’t hear
anything going on in the front of the shop. All was silent.

She turned to leave the back room, and her knees buckled. A moment of extreme
dizziness knocked her off balance and sent her flailing toward the dusty countertop
in a scrambling attempt to keep from falling to the floor.

She blinked in shock as she doubled over the countertop. God, it was getting warm
in here. Her skin felt burning hot. She gasped and tugged her coat away from her
body, but it didn’t help.

A terrifying sensation of thousands of vicious needle jabs prickled the tender soles
of her feet and spread upward. She struggled to kick her tall leather boots free of
her feet but couldn’t. The burning sensations licked higher up her legs. She gulped
air, fighting rising panic. Her skin felt crispy as if it were being cooked. The pain
escalated until it was unendurable. “Help!”

The curtain of the back room was thrown open, and Dame Bishop
appeared. “What’s wrong, dear?”

Arcona pulled herself upright. Suddenly nothing was wrong, except the sleeves
of her trench coat were covered in dust up to the elbows from writhing against the
countertop. The horrid burning sensation left as swiftly as it had arrived. “Dear
God, that was weird. For a moment it felt like I was on fire.”

“Really?” Dame Bishop didn’t look the least bit surprised.

“Really. I think this amulet is cursed. Wearing it feels awful.”

“Cursed?” Dame Bishop balked. “I thought you were a skeptic?”

“I’m still a skeptic, but I’m telling you there is something unwholesome about this
piece of jewelry. Perhaps it should be kept in a sterile museum vault.”

“Hold on a minute. Don’t be so quick to judge.” Dame Bishop wagged an
admonishing finger in the air. “You were the one who was burning. Maybe we
should concentrate on that.”

“Are you implying that what just happened to me was my fault? I put the amulet
on and immediately felt like I was on fire. That never happens to me. Does that
sort of thing happen to you? It’s kind of weird. I think I’m entitled to blame the
amulet.” She half listened to herself, cringing at the childish tone of her argument.

Arcona took told of the leather thong and tried to yank the amulet over her head,
but it tangled in her long auburn hair. She grasped the bronze setting and tried
to untangle the thong. The setting hooked onto her sweater and clung like a

bur. “Look at this thing!” She tugged at the amulet in exasperation. “It’s like an
octopus grapping me.”

“Leave it alone,” Dame Bishop said tersely. “Don’t provoke it.”

“What?” Arcona frowned. “I want it off.”

“It’s not coming off, at least not until it’s ready.”

“No way.” Arcona grabbed the thong and gave it a sharp upward yank. A hellish
burning sensation reminiscent of having cooked skin peeled from her bones racked
her. “Oh my God!” she wailed.

She let go of the amulet, and the pain stopped in an instant.

Dame Bishop’s brow creased with serious concern.

“You didn’t know this would happen, did you?” Arcona fought a rising sense of
panic. “Please take it off me. I don’t want it near me, and I’m afraid to touch it.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Dame Bishop took a cautious step backward. “I can’t take it off
you. You’re the only one who can free yourself.”

Katalina Leon
I’m an artist, an author, mother and wife. I write for
Loose Id Publishing and Ellora’s Cave. I try to bring a
touch of the mystical and a big sense of adventure to
everything I write because I believe there’s a bold,
kick-ass heroine inside all of us who wants to take a
wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

PROMO: Trouble at the Hotel Baba Ghanoush by T.C. Archer

Sci-Fi / Erotica

"Enforcer Fontana Marks is on vacation undercover
until she has to testify against the Track Cartel for
crimes against the Galactic Coalition. But the cartel is hiding something, and
Fontana intends to find out what--then make them pay for murdering Jenny, the
young scientist Fontana failed to protect on a previous assignment.

The last thing Fontana intends to do while vacationing incognito on the fantasy
resort Sagitariun is follow the advice of her superior. "Rest, recuperate, and find a

But how can a woman resist a blond, blue-eyed, chisel-jawed, great-assed man
streaking naked in public when he's obviously running from someone? And why
can't she to get rid of the damned trench coat she stole to rescue him?"


Fontana spotted trouble when the man first burst into Spacer Jack’s Bar
and Grill. It wasn’t his chiseled jaw and blond hair or the way he scanned the
joint with his intense blue eyes. No, the trouble was—he was naked. The towel
wrapped around his slim hips had snagged on the swinging bar door when he
entered, and he didn’t look back in his sprint toward the kitchen. He shot past
where Fontana sat at the bar, his muscular ass bunching with the effort of his
long strides.
Her pulse jumped. If that's trouble, I want some.
The naked man disappeared through the kitchen doors. A collision of
bodies sounded.
Fontana straightened. How was a woman to mind her own business when
a nude man was in trouble? She shoved off the corner stool and dashed after
the naked man, swiping a man’s trench coat off the coatrack standing beside the
kitchen door. She pushed through the swinging door and halted centimeters from
where the naked man lay sprawled on top of a waiter. A tray of pasta entrées
hovered on its anti-grav suspension, where the waiter would have been holding it
in his upturned hand before the man rammed into him.
In all her years of undercover work, she had never come across a
situation quite like this. And probably wouldn’t again.
Fontana seized the naked man’s arm, hauled him to his feet, and threw
the coat over his shoulders as she bolted with him toward the rear exit. She
dragged him through the back door, and they practically fell into the back alley
by the dumpsters. A furry rodent skittered from nearby tin cans and disappeared
behind a stack of pallets. She couldn’t help a smile. The alley was a replica of
mid-twentieth-century Earth, complete with robo-rats and all.
She grasped the man’s shoulders and shoved him against the restaurant
wall. Her pulse sped up when the steely muscles beneath her fingers tensed.
How was it possible for his hard body to get any harder? She’d seen Aslothian
gladiators with less muscle. His blue-eyed gaze locked on to hers.
Fontana ignored the tremor that rippled through her, pressed her body
against his solid two meter frame, and demanded, “What the hell is going on?”
His cock pulsed against her abdomen and began to thicken. This diversion
was exactly what her superior, Colonel Stephaney Lyons, had ordered. “Find a
man and reaffirm life. Let him fuck your brains out.” The colonel wasn’t usually
one for getting quite so personal or so crude, but she knew how angry Fontana
was about Jenny’s death and the failure of the mission on Rigil IV.
The naked man grasped her shoulders and drew her closer. “Who are
you?” His drawl belied the intensity of his stare.
Well, well, a man who knew how to pace himself. Fontana slipped a hand
between them and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Her mouth went dry.
He was hard as a rock. She squeezed the thick rod. He hardened even more

beneath her fingers.
“I’m asking the questions.” Damn if she didn’t sound like Detective Friday from
the twentieth-century series Dragnet. Dragnet’s brand of law was before the
Criminal Rights Act of 2141.
The naked man gave a low laugh. “Oh, tough girl.”
“Who are you running from?”
“Maybe I should be running from you.”
“Not while I have hold of this.” She yanked his cock with just enough force
to keep his attention.
He sucked in a breath.
Now she had him. “I can play yanky-panky all night.”
His shaft throbbed, and his warm hands slid down her arms, stopping to
rest on her hips. Long fingers flexed against her carbon-fiber parachute pants.
That and the halter she wore were a woman’s standard garb in Spacers. She
released him when he rolled her mound against his rod. Fontana grasped his
arms and angled her hips so that the steely length slid along her clit. He groaned,
and the sound sent butterflies skittering across the inside of her stomach.

About the Author:
T. C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M.
Casey. They live in the Northeast.

Evan puts his Ph.D. to good use by writing about alternate realities, and Shawn
channels the mythology and philosophy she studied during her wasted youth into
writing about exotic places and times.

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