Spotlight and Giveaway–Reaver by Larissa Ione

REAVER by Larissa Ione

December 17, 2013; Grand Central Publishing Mass Market; $8.00; 978-1-4555-2697-0

Reaver is an angel with a past, a record, and a less-than-heavenly attitude. Powerful enough to fight alongside the fiercest battle angels-and crazy enough to risk his wings on a one-way mission to hell-he’s agreed to go where no angel has ever gone before . . . to steal the most seductive and dangerous prize of Satan himself.

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Excerpt and Giveaway-Love the One You’re With by Lauren Layne

Today I have an excerpt from Love the One You’re With, Lauren Layne’s latest Loveswept release.  Check it out, then enter the giveaway!

Love the One You’re With: Sex, Love & Stiletto Series By Lauren Layne

Published by Loveswept

ISBN: 978-0-345-54726-2

Find LOVE THE ONE YOU’RE WITH on Goodreads

Lauren Layne’s Sex, Love & Stiletto series simmers to a boil as two high-powered magazine writers find love amid a war of words.

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Spotlight and Giveaway: Accidentally Married to…a Vampire? by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

To celebrate the paperback release of Mimi Jean Pamfiloff’s Accidentally Married To…A Vampire, Forever is giving away two copies of the book!  Read the excerpt below, and if you enjoy it, enter for your chance to win!

About ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO…A VAMPIRE?

MISSING: One human bride last seen fleeing dangerous, sexy vampire.

Reward offered.

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Spotlight and Giveaway: Run to You by Rachel Gibson

 

Run to You  by Rachel Gibson

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Avon Books

Date of Publication: 9/24/2013

ISBN: 9780062069146

Book Description:

Rachel Gibson, New York Times bestselling author of Rescue Me, returns to Texas with a tale of what happens when a tough guy meets his match—and falls harder than a ton of red-hot bricks . . .

There’s nothing like fleeing Miami to ruin a girl’s day.

Stella Leon’s bartending gig was going fine until gorgeous ex-Marine Beau Junger decked her mob-connected boss, spirited her out of the city, and claimed that Stella’s half-sister—the one with the perfect life—sent him. Now Stella has no choice but to go along for the ride . . . and seduce Beau’s military-issue socks off …

The Marine Corps was Beau’s escape from his old man’s legacy of naval heroism and serial philandering, but no amount of training could prepare him for the day he looked in the mirror and saw his father staring back. The answer: swear off meaningless sex. Oh, and find a way to make Stella Leon quit being so damn hot…

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Spotlight and Excerpt: Hard to Handle by Jessica Lemmon

Here’s an excerpt from Jessica Lemmon’s Hard to Handle.  I love second chance tropes, so I’m curious about this book.

 

About Hard To Handle:

ONCE BURNED

Sadie Howard never dates a guy more than once-but Fate has other plans for her when it comes to Aiden Downey, the one that got away. Aiden loved her, left her, and broke her heart. Yet suddenly she’s bumping into him at every turn, driven to distraction by his wicked grin and rock-hard body. Now she can’t resist finishing what they started-as long as she doesn’t let herself fall in love . . .

TWICE AS TEMPTING

Aiden Downey threw away the best thing he ever had when he let Sadie go, and now he’s determined to win back the woman he’s always wanted. Sadie agrees to let him into her life-and her bed-as long as there are no strings attached. But Aiden’s not about to make the same mistake again. Can he convince her to take a second chance on a once-in-a-lifetime love?

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Excerpt and Giveaway! To the 5th Power by Shirin Dubbin

Shirin Dubbin is visiting this morning to share an excerpt from her action filled and extremely fun read To The 5th Power. After the excerpt, enter for a chance to win a very special swag pack hand picked by Shirin!

 

EXCERPT To The 5th Power by Shirin Dubbin

Forty-five minutes later and after a shower, the thrill of the foot massage lingered. Fort could be an enemy, a charlatan or betrayer, and all Zola could think about was the feel of his fingers on her skin.

If she took the problem from a logical viewpoint, she could let go. The damage had been done. He’d been deep inside the most sacred places in her mind already. That knowledge occupied a far more intimate space than him entering her body. If he planned to destroy her he already possessed the tools. She could at least enjoy the devastating sex his touch promised. Then deal with the aftermath…after. Her vision blurred, her stomach flip-flopped. Zola grabbed the nearest poster of her canopied bed and blinked the wooziness away.

On the second blink, she rematerialized in the 1920s suite of Bella Noite. The room’s walls and finishings were largely done in olive. Although varied textures and hues from pink-tinted cream on the damask bedding to amber silk club chairs enlivened the palette.

Fort paused mid-stride, halfway between the Louis XV rosewood bed and the en suite bathroom. He appeared to be on his way to the shower. Zola deduced this not only because a towel hung loosely from his fingertips but also because he was bare-behind-balls-out-nude. No glasses. No nothing.

His impenetrable gaze held hers as he dropped the towel and crossed the room. He stopped a few inches away. The heat of his body brought a hot blush to her skin as he gazed down at her, his expression unchanging. She slid tentative fingers along the musculature of his stomach. She’d been right. His body was a blend of superhero and basketball superstar. Long, lean, perfection.

In response, Fort ran the backs of his hands down her arms. Zola hit air turbulence and closed her eyes. Opening them immediately, she took a step back. “An eye for an eye,” she said.

If he’d give her that, entrust his past and his pain to her safekeeping, maybe she could trust him again. Perhaps then she’d put aside her doubts.

“No,” he said, continuing the caress.

“Fort.” She damn near moaned his name.

“No.”

Distrust did nothing to avert her desire, she ached hot and heavy in her womb, but how could she reconcile the two? Indecision stilled the hand on his stomach. He took her fingers into his and brought her palm to his lips. The tender kiss singed her and she pulled away.

Fort gripped her shoulders, the edges of his closed expression melting with dismay. “Don’t you trust me, Zola?”

She wanted to. “No. I lust for you. I don’t trust you. It’s purely a sexual urge.”

A muscled ticked along his jaw. “That’s good enough.” He scooped her off the floor, his muscled forearm braced beneath her bottom. “At least for now,” He growled the words, his gaze on her mouth. Their lips met in a crash of sea meeting shore. Later for consequences. Her whole body strained against him, as though she couldn’t get close enough. She’d give herself tonight. Trust or no, she could kick him out of her house and her mind later. ?

 

Tour Wide Giveaway

Superpowered Love – The Swag Pack

To celebrate the release of my new superhero romance, To the Fifth Power, I’ve matched the book up with an equally hard hitting, highflying, romanc-a-thon of a swag pack called SuperPowered Lurve. . .and there are snacks too!

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Here’s what you’ll win:

The Amazing Spiderman see clip

First love’s first blush is so amazingly adorkable in this movie. There’s no doubt Spidey is one of the greatest to ever rock a mask, but the romance here starts off awkward then blooms. That love story and its growth center the movie. Plus, there’s spinning and skipping in this clip. D’aww.

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Spotlight! Her Road Home by Laura Drake

Laura Drake dropped by the virtual offices to share an excerpt and the cover for her new Harlequin Superromance, Her Road Home.  Check it out, and if you enjoy the excerpt, you can pre-order by clicking the links below.

 

 

 

 

EXCERPT – HER ROAD HOME by LAURA DRAKE

“I’m full blooded Italian.” His back to her, he added, “My mom taught me. Those are my best memories – she cooked to Verde and while the pasta boiled, we’d dance in the kitchen.” The soft pain in his voice sounded like a bruise – an old, deep bruise.

He turned, and held out a hand. “Will you dance?”

She stood like a scared rabbit. You don’t want to give him mixed messages.

The violin wove through the music, a crying thread of sadness.

He doesn’t want you, he wants a memory. You could give him that.

“Sam.”

She looked up.

His hand hung outstretched. “It’s only a dance.”

His soft smile convinced her. She stepped forward and took his hand.

It was large and warm, the calluses a reminder that this dance partner was also her mechanic. He swept her away, gliding across the kitchen, his steps sure and graceful. He held her classically, giving her space. But his pheromone-loaded working man smell bridged the gap. She took a long breath of him and held it, feeling no guilt – she was doing him a favor, after all. His strong arms supported her but didn’t push; suggesting movement rather than demanding. Relaxed in his surety, her awkward body shifted — to something petite, fragile, almost graceful. She felt like Cinderella, at the ball. When he spun her, a bubble of joy rose in her chest until it burst from her mouth in a laugh.

If this man loves like he dances, any woman would be toast.

Not that she’d ever know. She stiffened, her fairy tale moment popping like a soap bubble.

He danced her back to the stove and pulled her into a brief, fierce hug. Lips beside her ear, he whispered, “Grazie, bella signora.” He released her, and stepped back.

She curtsied low. She had no idea why; surely it was the first curtsy of her life. But something in the formal passion of the old world music and his courtly manners made her feel . . . womanly.

He turned to the oven, missing her blush.

You’re a little old to play princess, Crozier. And a Tiara doesn’t fit under a motorcycle helmet.

About the book:

You can’t outrun nightmares on a motorcycle. Samantha Crozier knows, because she’s tried. Following the death of her father, Sam, an itinerant building contractor,  sold everything and hit the road on her motorcycle, ‘flipping’ houses on her way across the country. One rainy day on the coast of California, she runs out of road – and luck.

When an accident leaves her afoot in Widow’s Grove, the nightmares catch up. But can a derelict Victorian house, a stray dog, and a small town mechanic convince her to stay long enough to face them?

You can find Laura here:

www.LauraDrakeBooks.com Twitter: @PBRWriter 
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Blogging at: http://writersinthestorm.wordpress.com/

Order links:

Barnes and Noble – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-road-home-laura-drake/1114668442