.@SensuousPromos presents Fallen Angel

What is it about a bad boy that makes a girls panties fall off? 

I find myself attracted the bad boy, not only in books and on TV but in real life.

Books – Nick Roman from Fallen Angel (of course) and Tyler Malone from Alisa Anderson’s Give and Receive Series.

Television-Damian on Vampire Diaries, Klaus on The Originals, Tony Soprano from the Soprano’s. 

If he’s a bad boy, Lord help me I’m there! 

In trying to break the bad boy habit (I’m not quite there yet), I decided to share my story by writing this book. I mean, the person behind Nick Roman in Fallen Angel, definitely…DEFINITELY is a bad boy.

Yet, I still find myself totally, head over heels in love with him to this day.

Why the fruit is that?  What the hell is wrong with me?

I knew to be able to let go of my addiction, I needed to look into the reasons behind why I’m addicted to them (him) in the first place. In examining my head (a very scary thing to do), I came up with a few reasons behind why, I still love this man so.

He makes me feel adventurous…dangerous.

I knew from the moment I met Nick he wasn’t going to fulfill some biological desire to be my baby’s daddy. To me he was exhilarating…tantalizing…dangerous.

I knew I shouldn’t be with him. Hell, I was warned by multiple people to stay away from him. “He’s way too dangerous…He will hurt you!”

Yet, I did it anyway. 

I gave into the call of becoming his bad girl. I cracked, totally falling for his charms and personality. And, he has a personality that is for sure. One that permeates confidence. Hell, enough confidence for ten men. And, let’s be real ladies…we find confidence super sexy in a man.

We all love a man who knows how to handle his business with absolutely no reservations about what he says or does. We love a man who has a certain swagger in their step. A contagious charisma. 

He is who he is. There are no apologies for him being so. There is no need to brag or boast about his shit. He lets it all do the talking for him. He’s in control of all aspects of his life, especially you.

Which brings me to my next point.

Usually, this type of confidence and control follows him into the bedroom. These type of men are experienced in the bedroom. They never second guess a move. They just instinctively know what you need and want and how far to take you past your limits.

Oh and trust me, that confidence did follow him into the bedroom =) 

In keeping with his personality traits, I also found him to be completely mysterious. I had a very strong desire to find out what made this man tick. Why was he like he was?  What made him do the things he did?

I had to find out!

While giving it my best shot, to this day I have not yet cracked the code to the man behind Nick Roman. I probably never will…but I’m still having fun trying.

This man was/is the Holy Grail of challenges. I thought maybe, just maybe I could turn him into a gentleman, a good guy…my baby’s daddy. Somehow, the hurt inside of his soul could be removed by my love. I could help him grow. I would help him heal. 

Given all the above, the truth really comes down to I thought I could save him. I thought I could fix him. The fact was it was I who needed to grow and to be healed.

Much like the words of I Will Fix You, which is our song, we ended up trying to fix each other which was not a good idea at all. I cry at every time I hear that stupid song because I think of us and our time in Miami.

Don’t ask me how but somewhere in n the crazy madness of Nick and Jess, it was he that ended up fixing me. He got to my soul first.

Ladies, take it from a bad boy junky - do the “right” thing and date good guys. Guys who don’t engage in illegal activity, who are loyal, trustworthy.  

If you meet a man like Nick run!

Run far.

Run fast.

Run from this complicated man.

Where the road to happiness is never, never easy nor guaranteed. Where there will be frequent heart break, pain, misery and tears. But know if you don’t run and accept the challenge, maybe…just maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a crazy, all consuming love to find a way into your life and you too will end up one hell of a story to tell!

This one is mine… 

Cameron~

Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance

 (Roman Crime Family)

Alisa Anderson & Cameron Skye

"Fallen Angel is a dark, tasty appetizer with echoes of "The Sopranos." It's like picking up a Lindt truffle on your way out of the store. There's just enough to wake up your taste buds, or in this case, other parts due South." - Margo's Red Light District

"Gritty,sexy and with a strong but vulnerable female lead. Fallen Angel is a surprisingly good read." - Ingrid Hall

"Is Jess going to get sucked into a world with Nick that will destroy her or will she bring Nick to the other side and they find happy ever after? I will be grabbing the next book soon. I need to know more about this story and what the future holds." - TBird, Crystals Many Reviews

"Fallen Angel is a quick and sexy read. I hope to get the chance to read the next installment. I want to know more about Nick and the dangerous games he's playing. - Angela, Crystals Many Reviews."

Based on events from author, Cameron Skye’s life. Where does fiction meet reality? You decide.

Fallen Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 4 to 6 weeks, at approximately 8000 to 11000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter.

Available at Amazon

Join the Family #FamilyAboveEverything

Authors Bios: 

Alisa Anderson: Well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

She lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

But alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)

Cameron Skye: When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen's terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.

She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after. 

Available at Amazon

Take a step back before you blame... Supporting @SenusousPromos #RB4U #MFRWAuthor

Once in awhile, you have to step up and make a statement. We, as authors, generally support each other and those who help make our jobs easier. One of the greatest assets any of us can find is a promotions company that is trust-worthy, reliable, and reasonably priced. I was lucky, a few years ago a wonderful lady named CJ Dennis started her promotions company, Sensuous Promos, and more recently The Book Pub. I think I was probably one of her first clients, and to this day, I retain her services and count on her company to help me with promotions. She takes on that burden so I can continue to write. Ideal for any writer, of course. So, I’m afraid it really DOES annoy me in a major way when a good person’s reputation is put up for shredding.

CJ’s integrity is as much a part of her company as any service she provides. She is honest, caring of her clients, and very good at the job she is hired to do. As the company has expanded over the past few years, she’s added a wide range of great services, and I’ve used pretty well all of them. Apparently, someone has decided that because they can’t read instructions, she has failed to provide the service she was paid for. I call bullshit. And, once again, I suggest if you want to be a writer, learn to READ. Instructions are clear, and if you don’t care enough to supply requested materials for your project, and accept the terms of service and the time line provided, then that is your issue, NOT the fault of the company you’ve wronged.

CJ contacted me today, upset about something brought to her attention, and frankly, I’m not going to name names, but I do hope the author who has apparently decided it’s the fault of her promo company not herself that she can’t read properly, decides to be an adult and makes a public apology for this mess. If any of you are looking for a company that you can rely on, Sensuous Promos or The Book Pub is the place to go. Just remember that a 7 day timeframe when presented to you means at least a week to wait for your service to be delivered. Screwing up someone else’s reputation and financial stability is not only unconscionable, it’s speaks directly to your lack of professionalism and your lack of character.

To those of you who are looking for a company that goes above and beyond for their clients, contact CJ and check out her services here: Sensuous Promos and The Book Pub

This is the note I received about this issue, reprinted here with permission from CJ Dennis:

VERY IMPORTANT TO ME. PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO READ: 

I don't normally make public statements of this nature, but as a business owner who does her best to make sure her clients are happy, I am tired of some clients being unreasonable with their expectations. There is an author who went on a very public rant this morning claiming that she was "ripped off" by a "promo company" to the tune of almost $100. And it has come to my attention that this author is also naming my company as the culprit. So, let me be clear on a few facts: 

1) This particular author paid me $35 for a video trailer. 

2) This was paid for on Apr 27, 2015 9:22 am

3) An email requested the applicable information was sent to the client on that same afternoon.

4) Our standard request for information states in bold letters "we need 7 days to prepare everything"

5) I explained to this particular author in private messaging before she even purchased the trailer that we are currently running closer to 2 weeks and to be aware of that if she needed a quicker turn around time. 

6) This author emailed me the requested information on April 28th at 7:55 pm (minus the music file as clearly requested) 

7) I contacted the author that same night to request the music file once again. 

8) On April 29th at 9:42am I received an email from this author stating the name of the music and telling me how many seconds into the song to begin the trailer, but no music file. Thus making it my responsibility to locate the music and perhaps pay for it which is against our very clear instructions. 

9) Regardless of this, later that day (April 29th) I located and paid for the music file in order to make the author happy and get the ball rolling. *This was out of pocket cost that was not part of our agreement. 

10) Over the May 2-3 weekend I began work on the book trailer as I wanted to show a draft of the project to the client by Tuesday (May 5th).

11) This morning at 8:12 am I received a complaint/dispute from PayPal because this author submitted a ticket to them claiming she "never received the item." I never received an email of concern from her asking where her trailer was. 

12) Because she disputed the item, PayPal automatically reversed the transaction (without giving me a chance to explain the facts of what actually happened) thus making my account (which is tied to my debit card) decrease in available balance and making one of my bills bounce. I paid all of my monthly bills over the weekend and was happy to just have a tiny bit left over after grocery shopping and everything else, but now I am in the negative with bank charges! 

13) Now I have done work for free, I have paid out of pocket for a music file, and I owe a $35 overdraft fee to my bank, not to mention the $20 my account is overdrawn. So, if anyone has been ripped off to the tune of almost $100 it is me! This author has her money back. I'm the one out of time and money!

14) The worst part is that she paid for her service on the evening of the 27th, the 7 days time frame which was in writing (in bold letters) wouldn't even hit deadline until tonight! And technically the 7 days doesn't begin until I receive ALL of the information from the client. Which was never even done either. I had to go find and purchase what she wanted.

So, in the end I would like to ask that anyone being fed the garbage that she was wronged by this "promo company" to consider the fact that I have a paper trail to back up what I'm saying and all she is doing is taking the money that I have EARNED and causing me more financial hardships by going about things in the unprofessional manner that she has. If she had changed her mind and/or wanted a refund perhaps she could have asked instead of draining my bank account! 

So, in conclusion, I think a rational exchange with the company would have been a damn sight more productive and less damaging to everyone had this author chosen not to blast off on her Facebook page over an issue that PayPal will ultimately see as her wrong, not the fault of the company she is defaming. Once again, I'd like to add that CJ Dennis is not only a fabulous promotions person, she is honest above all, and that says a great deal when so many people are quick to steal or defraud. And, as a final word, I'd like to reiterate my earlier point - learn to read and count - 7 days means a week, and when you're asked to supply what is needed, don't expect someone else to pay for your expenses then complain because they didn't deliver your work fast enough to suit you.

NEW from @Sabrina_York: Pool Man w/Giveaway

Pool Man by Sabrina York

A fun, flirty romantic romp…with a twist!

Paige Barber needs a vacation. She can’t resist her best friend’s offer of a remote vacation home on a private Caribbean island. Jimmy, the sexy pool boy, is part and parcel with the offer. But recently dumped Paige has no intention of taking advantage of that amenity…until she sets eyes on Jimmy. He’s not a boy at all, but the sexiest man Paige has ever met.

And he can cook. Oh, man, can he cook!

She thinks it will be easy returning to the real world after an utterly wanton and sensuous week in the arms of a hot, hard, perfect man. But it’s not. It’s not easy at all.

Read an Excerpt:

The house was quiet and shadowed as I padded back to the pool. I didn’t see any sign of Jimmy, which was just as well. My dreams had been filled with him; he’d haunted every crevice of my sleep. I felt like I’d been steeped in him, reliving every touch, every glance, every fantasy.

Those dreams clung to my consciousness, as dreams sometimes do, stoking a hunger I hadn’t even realized I had.

I’d been kind of joking when I’d invited Jimmy to my room, but in truth, it hadn’t been a joke at all. I wanted him. Really wanted him. Needed him, maybe.

Needed the oblivion a wild, steamy, pointless affair could provide.

My ego ached after Harlan’s betrayal, but it was more than that. It was more than assuaging a hit to my self-esteem.

I simply wanted Jimmy.

Wanted him in a way I’d never wanted a man before.

Maybe it was the isolation. Maybe it was the magnificent surroundings. Maybe it was simply the fact that he was hotter than hot. Certainly hotter than Harlan with his bad-boy-biker persona, his bull ring. His tattoos. Nothing about him had been real in the end. Nothing about us had been either.

The tiny lights strung around Marlee’s patio glowed as they bobbed in the breeze. The waters of the hot tub steamed a warm welcome, bathed in a surreal blue that shone like a beacon in the gathering night.

I tossed my towel on a lounge chair and stepped in. And hissed.

Warmth lapped at me. I sank, allowing the water to consume me slowly. My skin shivered as I eased deeper, all the way to my neck. I turned around and leaned against one of the benches formed in the tile and closed my eyes.

Heaven.

I owed Marlee. And I owed her big time.

This place was, indeed, heaven on earth. And Jimmy… Well, the jury was still out on that one. Marlee had been frank. “Paige,” she’d said. “You need to get laid. And trust me, if anyone can help you forget about that douchebag Harlan Rivers, it’s my Jimmy.” I tried not to let it bug me that she’d put it that way. My Jimmy. Not that I had any ownership of him. Not that I wanted it.

I just wasn’t used to sharing men with my best friend.

Remembering the ripple of his pec beneath my palm, I nibbled my lip.

I could probably get over it…

“May I join you?”

I opened my eyes at the deep voice, at the question tinged with a throb.

My heart stuttered. My breath caught.

Gawd.

Jimmy. Standing there next to the hot tub, wearing nothing but a tight black Speedo. Everything I had imagined under his casual clothes, everything I had hoped for, was there. Thick muscles roping his chest and forearms, thighs like tree trunks, a flat, taut belly, sculpted abs and a tantalizing dark line arrowing toward a magnificent bulge.

I nearly swallowed my tongue.

“May I?”

Oh lord, I’d been ogling. “Yes. Please. Come on in. The water’s fine.”

Yeah, lame. Cliché. But there you go. It was the best I could come up with. My brain, apparently, was on vacation as well.

The water rose as he eased in. His groan echoed off the shadows. He’d taken off his glasses so I had an unfettered view of his face. When his eyes closed, in that moment of bliss as the water enveloped him, when his lips parted…I thought, perhaps, that was what his O-face would look like.

One could hope.

Many men were like monkeys when their crisis descended. Which was why I rarely looked. I was possessed of the sharp, sudden urge to see Jimmy in ecstasy. To watch him come.

Okay, not so sudden. But definitely sharp.

Though he sat across from me, the hot tub wasn’t too big, and his foot nudged mine. I didn’t jerk away, though my first inclination was to do just that. I reminded myself that any advance had to come from him. Jimmy was Marlee’s pool boy, not a sex slave. And if he wasn’t interested—I ignored the dark dip of my mood at the thought—that would be that.

So when his foot grazed mine, I steeled my spine and left it there. Next to his.

Our gazes tangled. His toe slipped up my ankle, a tentative foray. A fluttery thrill, an unexpected shower of arousal, trickled through me.

I stroked back.

His focus on me intensified, though it flicked, for a fraction of an instant, to my breasts. They bobbed in the water, as breasts often did, buoyed and jubilant to be released from the bondage of gravity. He licked his lips. My nipples pebbled as I imagined his mouth on them.

His eyes narrowed then raked their way back to my face. “How-how did you sleep?”

Was it my imagination or was he struggling for words? As though casual talk had no place between us, but he needed the lubricant.

The thought of lubricant, and what we could do with it, flashed through my brain. Fizzled there, incinerating all other preoccupations.

“I slept well.”

“Good.” A rough growl. “The room was to your liking?”

“Yes.”

“The bed…comfortable?”

The word bed made me shudder. Maybe it was just the way he said it, infusing it with meaning, intent.

Or maybe it was simply the fact that he’d slipped nearer.

The breeze shifted and brought his scent to me on wispy tendrils. That intoxicating bite of his cologne made my head spin.

“Are you…hungry?” His voice rumbled, thrummed with double entendre.

“Not for food.” A whisper. I barely choked it out. Because he’d come close, and closer still. “But first… Rules.”

His brow wrinkled. “Rules?”

I nodded primly. Best to just get this out. I held up a finger. “One. Always use protection.”

“P-protection?” He stared at me like a deer in the headlights. Seriously? Had he not known it was going this way? Had he not suspected?

Or was he shy?

I kind of liked that. I kind of liked the fantasy that he didn’t screw Marlee and every one of the friends she sent to him.

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay. Protection.” He swallowed. “Any other rules?”

“Just one.” It had to be said. “No talking about Marlee.”

His features froze. His lips opened and closed. “No, ah, talking about Marlee?”

“Exactly.” I pushed off, floated into his arms. He caught me. His hands skated over my wet skin reverently, sending ripples in his wake. “I don’t want anything between us, Jimmy. Not anything at all.”

“Oh God.” He yanked me close. It was a shock, the feel of him so hard and rough against my body, but a delightful one.

“Nothing between us,” I whispered.

“Nothing.”

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