Sunday, December 6, 2015

Book Tour: Lovers, Players and the Seducer by J.A. Jackson #PNR #Contemporary @jerreece


Nicholas La Cour loves money. In the game of betrayer and betrayed he thinks his sister Lacey is the prefect target for his manipulative schemes to keep his financial ruin a secret. 

Gorgeous Lacey La Cour lost her hopeful and playful spirit after being dumped by her childhood sweetheart. Now an adult, she is strong and independent. 

Determined to find the answer to his money problems, Nicholas discovers his best friend Kienan Egan is strangely attracted to his sister Lacey. 

Does his sister’s love life hold the answers to all of his problems? 

Does Nicholas have the prefect plan? 

A vengeful seduction is swept into play as tragic forces are unleashed in a dangerous game of deception and greed unlocking doors to the past. 

Will Lacey discover her brother’s deception before it’s too late? 

When it’s all said and done it’s all about the well-heed things in life, family, friendships, affairs, revenge, and romance.

What Reviewers are saying – 

Bestselling author J.A. Jackson has done it again! 

J. A. Jackson brings an emotional roller coaster ride every time and “Lovers, Players &The Seducer” is her best steamy, sizzling, sexy roller coaster ride yet

A truly fabulous story from beginning to the end with excitement, romance, suspense starting on the first page until the very end. And the ending is…Well I didn’t see that coming. 

As usually, author J. A. Jackson story telling flows smoothly and the dialogues are crisp! In the game of betrayer and betrayed Nicholas La Cour think his sister Lacey is the prefect target to keep his financial ruin a secret. You’ve got to read it to find out why and was you do. There was no way that I could put the story down.

Looking for a good read? Do you love romance, suspense and intrigue?

Then bestselling author J. A. Jackson’s “Lovers, Players &The Seducer” is for you! This gripping novel will propel you into a glamorous world of seduction, temptation and danger. Thoroughly entertaining, this is one of Jackson’s finest achievements yet!

J. A. Jackson does a fine job of keeping the story moving and the reader guessing in Lovers, Players, and The Seducer it is more than just a love story- it’s a tale of forgiveness and redemption that will touch your heart 

What possessed her to go through with this was beyond her. Lacey had no intentions of ever going to Let’s Get Acquainted, until Maëlle called her a heartless shrew who took her friendship for granted and treated her even worse. Then she had to go and start crying. Okay I’m a lot of things, yes, I am a little mean sometimes but Maëlle is my best friend. I love her like a sister, she thought. 

Let’s Get Acquainted, Lacey thought, what a name for a matchmaking service. 

Lacey looked out for the centuries old grove of olive trees that Maëlle told her to look for. It signaled she was approaching the turn that would lead her straight up the hill to the Stately Mansion. 

She parked her car in front of a huge old rose arbor. The rustic old world charm of it was beautiful. She looked beyond the arch way and saw that magnolia trees stood on each side of it. Her gaze looked past them and there stood a magnificent garden. 

For several minutes she just sat in her car and stared mesmerized. She wondered how beautiful everything would look at full bloom in the summer. 

A few minutes later she got out of her car and took the walkway heading to the house. She had every intention of ringing the doorbell. She looked for it but couldn’t find one. A strange doorknocker seemed to appear out of nowhere. A shiver ran down her spine.

****

Mystified, Lacey just stood there and looked at it and refused to touch it. 

The door slowly crept open.

“Hello, and welcome to Let’s Get Acquainted,” I’m your host for the night Mrs. CJ Oshun. But most people just drop the CJ.”

A very petite lady waived her in and turned and started walking down the hallway. “Welcome to the Magnolia Heights Mansion.”

“The lady must have been standing watch at the window,” Lacey thought.

As Lacey walked behind the small frail delicate little old lady, she studied her. She was wearing a spectacular green dress that had a bold magical green effect to it. Her deep green dress was framed by an exquisitely beautiful burgundy and gold scarf that resembled the beautiful folds of a sari. 

When Mrs. Oshun spoke, her voice sounded like melodious singing. 

Lacey followed closely behind her, silently. 

****

Mrs. Oshun spoke as she walked. “Your face looks like I need to tell you the absolute truth, she sung out. “My true name is Madame CJ Fortier. I have given myself the name of Mrs. CJ Oshun after my late husband. He was my second husband. He was originally from Santería Cuba. You know. In his country the name Oshun means he who reigns over love. In some cultures it refers to a spiritual goddess.” She nodded. “Anyway, that said. You may call me Mrs. Oshun,” she said, as she abruptly stopped walking.

Mrs. Oshun turned and studied Lacey’s face. 

All at once Mrs. Oshun reached out her hands and cupped Lacey’s face. “And believe it or not, I know who you are Lacey Kadira Catherine La Cour”! She exclaimed. “Oh, my……I would know your face anywhere. You look just like your mother Pearl.”

Mrs. Oshun’s green eyes sparkled like emeralds. “Sorry but there is no time to explain how I know you. Come, come. We must get started. She urged Lacey to follow her down the all. 




J.A. Jackson is the pseudonym for an author, who loves to write deliciously sultry adult romantic, suspenseful, entertaining novels with a unique twist. She lives in an enchanted little house she calls home in the Northern California foothills. 

She spent over ten years working in the non-profit sector where she wrote grants, press releases and contributed many stories to their newsletter. She was their Newsletter editor for over ten years. She loves growing roses, a good pot of hot tea, chocolate, magical stories, suspense stories, ghost stories, and reading Jane Austen again and again in her past time.


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Friday, December 4, 2015

Book Tour: Turn Card (The Kathleen Turner Series) by @Destiny Blaine #Romance #Military



~Not everyone plays by the rules~ 

Kade Dennon tried to stay away from his brother’s girlfriend and remain loyal to the only family he’s ever known but Kathleen Turner is his forbidden fruit. Eventually temptation drags Kade back to Indianapolis and the one woman who feels like home. 

~The players changed but the game remains the same~ 

Kathleen Turner knows what she wants and who she desires. She seizes a new job and an opportunity unfolds. Soon, she’s working with her boyfriend’s brother and nothing will ever be the same again when Kade stakes a claim and aims for Kathleen’s heart. 

~It's impossible to break a player who refuses to lose~ 

Blane Kirk needs his brother Kade to keep his girlfriend safe but when Blane sends Kathleen out of Indianapolis to protect her, he has no idea what kind of danger Kade and Kathleen will find while testing a new Las Vegas casino loyalty program. When an old enemy resurfaces with threats and an agenda, Blane goes to Sin City to warn his brother and discovers a few unwanted surprises of his own.

~A house of cards now destined to fall~ 

Working side by side, Kathleen’s and Kade’s relationship quickly changes, a fact they can’t deny. Seduction and passion lead them to a night that will scorch the sand right off the Mohave Desert and this time, foreplay won’t sustain them. With no one to stop them, Kade and Kathleen tread into the realms of unforgivable betrayal. And when Blane arrives in Vegas, he realizes too late that his brother is now playing for keeps. 




“What are you doing?” 

He unlatched the sliding door and stepped out on the terrace. “What does it look like I’m doing?” His eyes twinkled with man-lust, the absolute longing as evident as the mischief. 

“We’re naked.” 

“Why are you whispering?” He laughed, turning his head and adding with a shout, “I’m on the rooftop with my girl and she’s beautiful and sexy and very, very naked!” 

Below them, the Las Vegas Strip responded with the busy traffic almost mocking them with an abundance of honking horns and squealing tires. 

“Kade!” She slapped his chest playfully and that’s when his words hit her. It wasn’t the first that he’d called her out as ‘his’ girl. 

“No one is watching us,” he promised her, the seriousness returning. “No one cares.” 

“I do,” she admitted softly, meaning something entirely different than what he’d implied. 

He inched closer to the hot tub, studying her face as if he were seeing her for the very first time. Then, a second later, a veil dropped over his solemn expression and the light of mischief returned, burning brighter than before. 

“Don’t even think about it,” she said, holding tighter to his neck. “I don’t want to mess up my hair.” 

“That’s bound to happen either way,” he said gruffly. 

“Kade.” 

“Princess.” 

“Don’t you—” 

Splash! Splash! 

He dumped her over the side and followed right behind her. The hot water and cool night air were a perfect combination. She came up for air, gasping and laughing.

The large tub was more like a private plunge pool. She swam to the other side, admiring Kade as he shook out his watered-down hair before smoothing his hands over his head and stalking her. 

Without another verbal exchange, he went to her then with apparent goals. He dragged her away from the wall of jets, pulling her to his lap as he settled against a corner seat in a private alcove. 

Underneath her bottom, his manhood stretched and she pressed against him. “Kade.” She faced him, careful not to rush a more intimate connection as she lowered her mouth to his and took the lead. 

After a minute of kissing, he dropped his head to her breasts and from that moment on, the groping turned physical. Their hunger drove them. Their desires for one another kept them bound to more carnal intentions. 

“Turn around.” His demanding voice left her with a tingling sensation in all the right places. Her stomach tightened as he positioned her in front of him, making sure she faced outward. At that point, he brought her back to his lap, his mouth a haven of merciless passion, splendor like she’d never known.


For more than a decade, Destiny Blaine and her pseudonyms have earned the coveted #1 spot in over half of Amazon's sub-categories. Her international bestsellers have landed in the top 20 in many categories at Amazon, Amazon UK, Amazon CA and Amazon Australia. With more than 300 titles on the market today, Destiny is widely known as a sprint writer and currently writes under seven active pen names.

In 2015, Destiny will release more than 22 novels and novellas. She still takes on the occasional ghostwriting project and is represented by Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency. 

Married for almost 25 years, Destiny and her husband have two grown children and love their empty nest. They spend a lot of time with their granddoll in Connecticut and Virginia Beach. 

When Destiny isn't writing, she can be found watching a football game, attending music festivals and book events, or playing casino craps and poker at one of her favorite casinos.

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Thursday, December 3, 2015

Super Sexy Sub-Dominant by @SageMarlowe #BDSM #MM #GayRomance

Sub-Dominant by Sage Marlowe

When relocation agent Eric Swann is assigned to ease young Connor Prescott into moving back to London, he expects the boy to be more enthusiastic—and less irritating. 

Used to roaming freely among his mother’s D-list celebrity friends, Connor is anything but happy when his father decides to put him on a leash—a leash with a far too attractive handler on the other end. Secretly craving a man who knows how to yank his chain and show him exactly where the limits are, Connor does what he’s best at. He manipulates Eric into giving him what he wants, making the man reveal a side of him that Eric himself isn’t ready to accept. 

Trained by one of the quirkiest Dom/sub-teams in the country, Dom Tyler Kane knows exactly how to handle a toppy sub. He keeps Connor on his toes, er, knees, in the bedroom, but when his capricious lover sets his heart on pushing yet another limit, Tyler finds himself not only with a dominant sub but also with a Dom who has yet to accept his true identity. 


Excerpt (Chapter 1)

Eric

Eric ushered his guest inside, then he indicated for him to sit in the visitor’s chair. “So what’s this mysterious assignment you’ve been dying to tell me about?”

Tom grinned. “Ah, Eric, you always cut right to the chase.”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Whatever happened to chitchat and offering a visitor drinks and all that?”

Eric sat in the chair behind his desk. He put his elbows on the polished wood in front of him, rested his fingertips against one another and looked at the man he’d known since their school days. “I’m pretty sure you’ve had your chitchat with Rebecca before she announced you were here and knowing her, she’s going to walk through that door with your mug of cinnamon-flavoured café latte right about…now.”

There was a soft knock on the door then it opened and in came Rebecca, Eric’s assistant, carrying a tray with two mugs and a plate of biscuits. She smiled, put the goodies on the table and left after a quick glance at Eric to check whether he needed anything.

Eric flashed a smile. “See? We know how to spoil our guests here at Swann Relocation.”

“I never doubted that, Tiger, and that’s exactly the reason why I’m here.”

Eric let his doubtful frown show over the rim of his coffee mug. “Uh-huh. Drop the smarmy act, Tommy. What do you want me to do for you?”

Tom chuckled. “It’s not about what you can do for me, it’s about what I can do for you.”

Faking a yawn, Eric swivelled his chair to look out the window.

“Okay, okay. Listen. I was approached with an assignment that I think you’d be thrilled to hear about.”

“Uh-huh.” Eric cocked an eyebrow and took a sip of his coffee. “Tell me why that is.”

“Because it’s perfect for you. You’re the man for this job. And when you’ve come to realise that, too, you’re going to thank me.”

“Tom! Tell me what it’s about now, will you? Or do I have to ask Rebecca to walk you out?”

Tom’s smile widened. “Well, it’s quite simple.” He paused for effect. “You’ll get paid a ridiculous amount of money to locate a new home for your client and help him find his way around town for three months. That doesn’t sound like a bad job, does it?”

“No, that doesn’t sound bad at all. But why don’t you do it yourself if it’s such a fantastic job?”

Tom shrugged and bit off a chunk of his chocolate biscuit. “They need someone this side of the Atlantic”, he explained, chewing.

Watching Tom, Eric tried to figure out what the man wasn’t saying. He was a nice guy and a good friend, but he was also a little weasel that had the uncanny ability to sniff a good business opportunity before anybody else did.

“You know this side of the Atlantic very well. You could easily do it. Besides, this client approachedyou, and you know how I feel about passing them on from one agent to the next.”

Tom sighed. He licked his fingers then washed down his biscuit with some café latte. “I know, I know, and I would love to take on this assignment myself, but I don’t really want to spend three months away from home.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s… Well, I’m seeing someone. It’s still fresh, but at this stage, being away for so long would probably be the end before it’s even started.”

Eric smiled. Tom wasn’t too lucky in his choices of potential partners, but that didn’t keep him from trying to find the future Mrs Ketten again and again. “Okay, fair enough, but something tells me there’s still more to this than you’re letting on, so why don’t you just spill the beans now?”

Tom rolled his eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh. “You’re not easy to please, dear boy. I’m offering you a well-paid assignment. Don’t you know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth?”

Eric gave a shrug. “In fact, I don’t. I’m not keen on paying the vet’s bill, you know, so I make sure to look a nag not only in the mouth. I also check its feet and take it for a ride.”

“Fine. Thing is, our client wants the relocation agent to keep an eye on his son, too. Make sure he doesn’t skip classes, stays out of trouble and doesn’t fall in with the wrong crowd—that sort of thing.”

“What? He doesn’t want a relocation agent, he wants a fucking babysitter! How old is this son we’re talking about? Does he have to be taken to playgroup, too? I hope your client doesn’t expect you to change the kid’s nappies or give him his milk.”

Tom smacked his hand on the desk in front of him. “Oh, stop being a fusspot, Eric! Connor’s turned eighteen last September.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Your mission, Eric, should you choose to accept it, mainly consists of making sure the kid’s ass is in bed at night. In the right bed, at a reasonable time.” His eyes glittered. “You might be interested to hear that this is a distinctly cute ass we’re talking about.”

Eric sucked in a sharp breath. “You know I don’t mix business and pleasure and apart from that, at eighteen, he’s quite a bit too young for me, don’t you think?”

Tom shrugged. “You’re only eight years his senior and I’m not saying you should put him into your bed. I’m just saying he’s hot. Seriously hot. It won’t hurt you to get an eyeful of pretty boy while you’re doing your job. And as for his age—he may be young, but he’s legal, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“I don’t need to worry about that because I have no intention of getting involved with him.”

“Yeah, I know, Mr Proper. He has probably no intention of getting involved with you either.”

Eric groaned and rolled his eyes. “And what makes you think that?”

“From what I’ve heard, he’s supposed to be straight. But hey, maybe you can bend him a little. Seems to me you don’t need to worry about his virtue either. Apparently there isn’t much left.” Tom waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eric didn’t like the expression in Tom’s eyes. In his experience, that particular gleam always meant trouble.

“There’s a rumour that he was about to start a rather promising career in the film industry—and I’m not talking Hollywood—but Daddy dearest got wind of it and now he has to return to Olde England to go to university and finish his degree like the good little boy he ought to be.”

“Somehow I get the feeling these films had nothing to do with a bunch of girls crying over a romantic hero,” Eric said.

Tom gave him a dirty grin. “Well, let’s say it was the kind of film where a bunch of girls cry out for the hero and it wasn’t so much romance as hard core porn.”

“Have you seen it?”

“Nope. It doesn’t appear to be available on the market. At least not that I could’ve tracked it down. My guess is Daddy dearest has either bought all the copies or he’s had them destroyed. Or both.”

“So I’m supposed to babysit a prodigal son who would much rather spend his time fucking around in front of a camera than go to university.” Eric sneered. “I’m not dumb, Tom. This kid spells trouble and you know it. That’s why you want to reassign him to me, not because you’ve lost your heart to some blonde bimbo with big tits and three brain cells. Why don’t you just tell your client to go find someone else if you don’t want the job?”

Tom sighed. “The contract is signed and sealed. Ricky, we’re talking about Corbin Prescott, the founder of Prescott Acquisitions, here. The man is loaded, and his company has branches in the UK and the US with employees moving from one continent to the other all the time. If we play this right, there could be a lot more business coming our way. This assignment may be a pain in the ass, but it’s worth grinding your teeth. You have to look at the big picture.”

Eric laughed out loud. “I’m supposed to grind my teeth because you’re looking at the big picture? Comeon, Tommy. You should know me better than that.”

Defeat flashed in Tom’s eyes. “Fine. What are your terms?”

“To take the boy off your hands and play nice with Daddy Prescott?”

“Yeah.”

“How much money are we talking about?”

“The usual fee for the VIP-package plus fifty percent extra for dragging the kid around town and making sure he stays on track until he’s settled in.”

“I want ninety percent of the fee plus the full bonus,” Eric said.

“Jesus, Eric. That’s—”

“Only fair and you know it. Oh, and for your ten percent, you’re going to take care of things your side of the ocean.”

“Fifteen percent.”

Eric smiled. “Eight? That’s sweet of you, but you know, I’m still not so sure I should accept it. Even with the bonus, and even assuming the boy is going to behave, it’s going to eat up a lot of my time.”

Tom rolled his eyes and raised his hands. “When have you become so pragmatic, Eric? Think about the money. Three months and you can take the rest of the year off if you want. And there’s still the chance you get a personal bonus out of it.”

“I. Don’t. Fuck. My. Clients. Besides, I prefer my men a bit more mature. An eighteen-year old twink just doesn’t do it for me.”

“Seven percent for me and I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?” Tom grinned and Eric heaved a sigh. The man knew far too well how to push his buttons.

About Sage

Sage is a multi-published author of MM erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay erotic fiction. 

A willing slave to all the fascinating guys who keep queuing up and want their stories told, Sage can almost always be found cooking up the next hot story or daydreaming about new ways of rubbing sexy male bodies together to make the sparks fly.

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Monday, November 23, 2015

Xanthe’s Choice (Grey River 6) Book Tour by @MaiaDylanAuthor #Menage #PNR




Sometimes, the easiest choices are the hardest to live with
 

Dane Smith and Hunter Reed are lion shifters, who have been battling the fact that they have a mating bond between them that shouldn't exist. Meeting Xanthe White and recognizing her as theirs now makes it impossible for them to ignore it any longer. At first she thinks that it's just Dane and Hunter who are fated, but it soon becomes apparent that all three are destined for each other.

Despite her past, Xanthe has made a home in Grey River. Under the impression that they were helping her to reunite with her sister, Dane and Hunter place Xanthe right in the path of the very danger she was hiding from. Just as the three of them are finally on the same page, someone from Xanthe’s childhood poses a threat.  

Dane and Hunter know they must keep her safe, but by the time they are able to pinpoint where the danger is coming from, it just might be too late.




Dane inhaled sharply and held still, buried balls deep in their mate, and Hunter felt a shudder roll through him. “That’s right, love, feel me behind you, Dane,” Hunter said directly into Dane’s ear, and he ran his hands up Dane’s arms to grip Xanthe’s legs and gently slide them from Dane’s shoulders. “I cannot tell you how many times I have dreamed of this moment, Dane.” Hunter pressed on Dane’s back until he took the hint and bent forward over their mate.

Xanthe, bless her, knew exactly what was going through Hunter’s mind, because she placed her feet on the edge of the bed and gripped her ankles, letting Dane rest on his arms that were on either side of her shoulders. Hunter smiled when both of them moaned, knowing that with Xanthe holding herself spread wide like that, and Dane now leaning up over her, the position would allow for deeper penetration.

Hunter leaned back a little and watched as Dane rolled his hips gently into Xanthe, stroking his dick into her pussy. Knowing that the two of them were already well on their way to coming, and coming hard, Hunter knew that time was not on his side. Reaching out, he placed both his hands on the firm globes of Dane’s ass. Hunter had known he was bisexual from an early age, and he would have never risked his friendship with Dane for anything, but he had always thought Dane had one hell of a hot ass.

“Damn, Dane.” Hunter spoke low, his voice raspy with desire. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, I don’t think I’ll last long once I finally get inside you.” Hunter ran his fist over his cock once more to coat his fingers with pre-cum, and then ran his fingers around Dane’s back entrance.

“Shit!” Dane growled as he threw his head back, all the muscles in his back stood out in stark relief. “Damn it, Hunter, I’ve wanted you just as long, so stop with the fucking commentary and fuck me.”

Hunter growled at the need he heard in Dane’s voice.

“I-I have to s-say,” Xanthe panted, her voice just as need-filled as Dane’s, “that I am with Dane on this one. P-please, Hunter. I’m so damn close.”

Hunter gripped the base of his cock and pressed it against the puckered muscles of Dane’s ass that would no doubt lead to nirvana. As he pulsed his hips to gain entrance, he knew that all three of them were holding their collective breath. Suddenly, desperate with the need to claim Dane as his, Hunter pushed forward strongly until he bottomed out. Christ! Hunter closed his eyes tight as he fought back the urge to come. Dane’s ass was so hot and tight around him, it took all his strength not to shoot his load right then and there.

“Fuck!” Dane exhaled forcefully, and Hunter felt the muscles of his ass ripple around him. “Jesus, Hunter. You feel so fucking hot and hard in my ass, it’s almost too much.”

Hunter had been pulling back slowly so he could slam home again when Dane’s words registered and he froze. Too much?

“No! Shit, don’t stop! Move, Hunter. Fuck, I meant it felt good, too fucking good.”

Hunter grinned as Dane pressed back against him and Xanthe whimpered, no doubt at the feeling of Dane’s withdrawing from her.

“Alright, then my mates,” Hunter’s voice was almost a snarl. “Let me fuck you. Let me fuck both of you at the same damn time!”


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Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing.  She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no!  Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand.  Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!




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