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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

BBB Presents~Spice Up Your Shelves Event & Giveaway!


Welcome to my stop on the Spice Up Your Shelves Event & Giveaway presented by Bippity Boppity Book.


Three authors are participating in this event.  

Sidney Bristol brings us the heat with her Romantic Suspense with BDSM Elements title Duty Bound, Book 2 in her Bayou Bound series.  

Lisa Fox is introducing us to her Midnight Kiss Contemporary Romance series with One Kiss and the soon-to-be-released Her Perfect Lips. 

And a Contemporary Erotic Romance series from Sabrina York, her titles Rebound, Dragonfly Kisses, Smoking Holt, Heart of Ash, Devlin’s Dare and Parker’s Passion are all part of the Tryst Island Series.  

Join us in meeting these authors and spice up your shelves (or start your holiday shopping early) with one of these wonderful romances.  



Title: Duty Bound
Author: Sidney Bristol
Series: Bayou Bound # 2
Genre: Romantic Suspense / BDSM Elements
Length: 331 Pages
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Blurb:
Sometimes one kiss can change everything.

New Year's Eve is supposed to be a night for celebration and new beginnings. For best friends Kat and Dean, it is a nightmare filled with disastrous dates and enraged ex-girlfriends!

Lucky for them, they've got each other to help laugh off the embarrassing, and downright inappropriate, moments. But then midnight rolls around and neither of them have anyone to kiss…

There's no doubt this is a night they will always remember.

The real question is whether it will be a night they want to forget…

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Officer Mathieu Mouton sat at one of the four-top tables along the windows of Café Du Monde and gazed out at the darkening city, a sense of foreboding deep in his gut. The glitz and glitter of New Orleans stared back at him, like a young woman hungry for her beau. If it wasn’t for his sister, Mathieu would have been at home flipping through the channels, scratching his dog, Gator’s head, trying to put another week behind him.

Instead, he checked his phone again.

She needs your help, Mathieu.

He grimaced at the echo of his sister’s words as she’d cornered him in their mamma’s kitchen after the weekly family dinner. Damsels in distress were a dime a dozen in New Orleans and getting entangled in a charity project was not on his to do list. But no one said no to Lola. Not even grandmère. If Lola wasn’t poised to take over the Assistant District Attorney spot opening up in the spring, grandmère would have made Lola a voodoo queen. It ran in their family since grandmère’s grandmère.

The coffee in his cup was cold, the beignet untouched.

If this broad didn’t show up in the next...

The café door opened and a bell chimed. A woman wearing a cherry red coat that covered her from knee to chin stepped in and shook the chill from her body. She carried a backpack that was stuffed until the seams strained.

Mathieu sat forward, propping his elbows on the table as he studied the patron.

She turned, honey blonde hair streaked with golden brown flipping over her shoulder as she surveyed the room. Her eyes snagged on him immediately and he sucked in a deep breath.

“C'est sa couillion.” He was a raving lunatic.

No wonder Lola hadn’t told him the name of the woman he was meeting. She started toward him. Even Mathieu could feel the cosmic pull between their two bodies. It’s what had drawn him to her all those years ago—and was the reason he’d left.

“Mathieu...”

“Lisette Babineaux, haven’t seen you in a minute,” he drawled, rising to shake her hand.

Tricky, Lola. Real tricky.

Lisette’s gaze flicked from his hand to his face before she put her small palm against his. Her skin was still soft and her nails were chipped, but painted with a pale pink polish. Despite the good quality of her clothing, it was dirty and worn. That didn’t make sense. The Babineaux family was well off, and their little princess had never wanted for anything. But a lot changed in the years since he’d left her. He wasn’t the same boy he’d been back then.

She’d always been delicate, refined, as if she’d stepped out of a painting of some debutant ball. Too fragile for a man with his dark tastes, but he’d hungered after her regardless. In his inexperience, he’d thought he could be a different man for her, one who didn’t crave bondage with his women. He’d been wrong.

A handful of years hadn’t changed her appearance all that much. Her hair was shorter, her eyes just as green, and the smattering of freckles preserved the air of youth about her, but there was a wariness to her that was new.

“I know. It’s good to see you.”  She unbuttoned her coat and draped it over the back of her chair. Under the coat she wore a long-sleeved black shirt and jeans. Nothing too flashy, but it had never been her clothes that drew the attention.



It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life.  She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.

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Title: One Kiss
Author: Lisa Fox
Series: Midnight Kiss # 1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Harper Impulse
Length: 74 Pages
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Blurb:
Sometimes one kiss can change everything.

New Year's Eve is supposed to be a night for celebration and new beginnings. For best friends Kat and Dean, it is a nightmare filled with disastrous dates and enraged ex-girlfriends!

Lucky for them, they've got each other to help laugh off the embarrassing, and downright inappropriate, moments. But then midnight rolls around and neither of them have anyone to kiss…

There's no doubt this is a night they will always remember.

The real question is whether it will be a night they want to forget…


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Excerpt:
Kat finished her champagne and rolled her ankle around while she searched for another waiter. She was going to get shitfaced drunk tonight, she decided, righteously fucked-up, then she was going to sleep with Eric, and ring in the New Year with a motherfucking bang. If she had to settle, then she was going to do it in style. She just needed some more alcohol.

She caught a waiter’s eye and was about to commence on her mission when a hand fell on her shoulder. Her head jerked to the right and she blinked, surprised to find Dean beside her. “Kat,” he said. His face was serious, but his eyes held an impish light.

“Hello, Dean.” She gave him a questioning look, but he just smiled. Curious. “Eric, this is Dean Kirkwell.”

The men nodded to one another and Dean’s hand skimmed down the back of her arm to hold her elbow. “I know this is probably a bad time,” he said, trying to look apologetic, but failing miserably.

“And I hate to interrupt, but I saw you over here and I had to take the chance. I have a really important question about the Fisher account. It’s quick, I swear.” He looked from her, to Eric, back to her again. “But I completely understand if you can’t do it right now.”

Kat wanted to laugh out loud. He was saving her. And even worse, she was actually grateful. He did it so smoothly too, leaving it open for to her to say yes or no. The decision was entirely hers. She could stay with Eric, have some righteous New Year’s sex, and maybe enjoy an encore or two after that, but the whole thing would be over by Spring. Or, she could hang out with Dean.

“I’m sorry,” she said, turning to Eric. She tried to put on her most regretful face. She didn’t want to be mean or offend him, but it was not working for her. “Do you mind? This project is important.”

Dean let go of her elbow and moved his hand to her lower back. He met Eric’s gaze over the top of her head and something passed between them, something tense and very male. She scowled, pissed off by the posturing, but they ignored her.

It passed quickly and Eric looked from Dean to Kat. “Of course,” he said, his voice betraying the insincerity of his smile. “He obviously needs you very badly.”

Dean’s smile showed lots of teeth. “I do.”

Kat sighed. This was not what she wanted. “Thanks,” she said, mostly because she couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Eric nodded and she allowed Dean to guide her away. Once they got to an isolated corner on the other side of the room, he pulled two glasses off a passing waiter’s tray and handed one to her.

She downed it instantly and then traded her empty glass for a full one before the man could walk away.

Dean eyed her closely. “It’s like that, huh?”

“He wanted to show me his Motobeast.” It seemed to sum up the entire craptastic night perfectly.


Title: Her Perfect Lips
Author: Lisa Fox
Series: Midnight Kiss # 2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Harper Collins
Length: 74 Pages
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Excerpt:
Stacy took a sip of her drink, the sweetness exploding on her tongue. The familiar lightheadedness of intoxication warmed her skull, and she frowned. She might not have the tolerance to take on Mardi Gras anymore, but she was no lightweight either. She held up the plastic cup, the low light reflecting in the funky yellow-green liquid. “What’s in these things?”

Ten gave her that wicked grin again. “Good old-fashioned New Orleans grain alcohol.”

Even as her eyes widened, she had to chuckle. No wonder she was feeling it. The drink in her hand was a one hundred and ninety proof bomb of pure alcohol. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Maybe.” His gaze moved over her, so slowly and thoroughly it almost felt like a physical caress. “Wasn’t that part of your plan?”

Her gaze flicked to his lips and then quickly away. God, she still had it so bad for him. She took a quick sip of her cocktail to try to cool herself down.

He reached over took her hand. “I’ve thought about you.”

Every molecule in the air between them instantly ignited. “Have you?” Heat rushed to her cheeks, her pulse raced in her veins. “What’d you think about?”

He ran his thumb over her knuckles. “Do you remember that night?”

“Of course I remember.” She would never forget the night before she left for New York. The night she spent with him. The memory often came to her in the darkest hours, when she was home, alone in her bed. No one had ever held her the way he did, no one’s skin had ever felt quite so good against hers. “I almost missed my plane.”

He traced patterns over the back her hand with his thumb, a delicate caress that made her blood run hot. When he met her eyes again, tension exploded between them, turning her insides liquid.

Her gaze fell back to his lips, and she couldn’t help but remember the taste of his kiss. The way he’d touched her. The texture of his skin. Given the chance to have it all again, she’d start right there at his mouth and then work her way down to his—

“Hey,” Peter said as he and Melanie returned to the table. “Do you want another drink?”

“No,” Stacy said, rising to her feet. This was too much. “I have to get back to the hotel.” And take an ice cold shower.

Ten stood up as well. “I’ll walk with you.”

She waved him off. The last thing she needed was Ten anywhere near her hotel room. That was just too much temptation. She wasn’t a kid anymore, and she wasn’t in New Orleans to get laid. She needed to remember that. “Thanks, but it’s just around the corner.”

“Stacy,” he said, his voice stern, a tone she knew all too well. It was the one he used whenever he thought she was being unreasonable. She’d heard it a lot. “This city is dangerous.”

She couldn’t really argue with that. He was right. The city was dangerous. And it wasn’t smart to walk alone. She knew that all too well. The very first night she moved out of the Loyola dorms and into the Marigny was a night that should have been like any other. But that night, seven murders occurred in a sixteen-hour span. Seven different people were killed for seven different reasons in seven different places all within the city limits. She had missed one of those murders by a single block. If she had turned left instead of right… A graveyard chill raced down her back. It wasn’t something she liked to think about. “Okay,” she said, and turned to the others. “Do you guys want to walk back with us?”

They wanted to stay, so Stacy and Ten said their goodbyes and exited the bar. They turned onto Canal, and Ten grabbed her around the waist to keep her from colliding with a Lucky Dog vendor heading into the Quarter for his shift. She wrapped her arm around him, enjoying the heat of his body.

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World-renowned neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty, seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini. It really depends on the day.
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Title: Rebound
Author: Sabrina York
Series: Tryst Island # 1
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Length: 200 pgs (approx)
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Blurb:
Kristi Cross has had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she can remember, but she knows she’s not his type. She’s nothing like the women he dates. So when he suggests they play for a kiss over a game of Hearts, Kristi can’t resist. Even if she loses, she wins. Because she’s finally going to taste him.

Of course, one kiss can quickly become something altogether steamier, especially when both parties are on the rebound…

Fall in Love on Tryst Island… When a group of friends share a vacation house, wild hijinks, unexpected hook-ups and steamy sex ensue.


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He tossed out a card. 

She wrinkled her nose—damn, she was cute when she wrinkled her nose. “Really, Cam?”

“Huh? What?”

“That’s your lead? The queen of spades?”

“Yup.”

“Are you trying to shoot the moon? Because I already took a point.”

“Just play.” She shook her head and underplayed the queen. He ate a whopping thirteen points. And then he led with the jack of diamonds. She took it with her ace and then went on to win the hand.

He really wasn’t paying attention. He was busy planning his assault. If he lost the game, he got to kiss her. And he wanted to kiss her. In fact, the desire, the need to orchestrate the entire clinch bubbled deep in his gut.

He dealt again, trying not to glance at the clock. This should be the last hand if he played his cards right. Or wrong, as the case may be.

And yes. She won. Easily. In fact, she spanked him.

Although he didn’t let his mind linger on that image. It was far too distracting.

Instead, he leaped to his feet so quickly his chair toppled over. He ignored it—and her little ‘eep’—and came around the table in a rush to yank her into his arms and…yes! Yes. The feel of her, molded against him, was delicious. He’d known it would be.

The scent of her shampoo, or her perfume, or just Kristi, enticed him. He drew it in, savoring the moment, the knife’s edge of intense anticipation. 

“You won,” he murmured, gazing down into her wide hazel eyes. “Now I have to kiss you.”

Her lashes fluttered. Her lips pursed. She wiggled a little against him and his cock stirred. “You have to? Well, isn’t that just—”

 She didn’t finish. Whatever she’d been about to say never made it out of her mouth because he took her then. He dipped his head and settled his lips over hers and ate the words, consumed them. A thrill shot through his solar plexus at the contact. Warm, supple, sweet. Fragrant.

He surprised her by diving in like that. She went a little stiff, but it didn’t take long for her to relax and respond.

And hell. Did she respond. Did she ever.

The kiss, which he’d intended to be slow and provocative, quickly raged into something else altogether. And when she uttered a throaty moan and her tongue peeped out to touch his, he nearly lost his mind.

He changed the angle of his head and deepened the kiss, holding her in place with one hand to her chin. The other roved. 

God, she was amazing. He drew his palm over the flare of her hips. It dipped in at her waist and then rose up her ribcage. He nearly passed out when he skimmed the underside of her breast. Nearly passed out because all the blood in his brain shot straight to his cock. His whole body thrummed with every beat of his heart.

He cupped her and she made another charming little noise. When he scraped a thumb over her nipple, she whimpered.  

He longed to suck it. Draw it into his mouth and nibble and nip. Make her thrash. 

He lifted her up onto the table and when she started to protest, he shifted his attention to her neck, nuzzling her there, right behind her earlobe. She gasped and garbled a word that might have been “more” and dug her nails into his shoulders. 

He loved that as he drew her higher, teased her to a fever pitch, her responses became like his—feral. 

He’d known she’d be like this in her passion. Wild. Unrestrained. Demanding. He loved it. Fucking loved it…but he wanted, needed, more.

He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse.

His euphoria tumbled into the dark abyss when she stopped him. He pulled back to look at her, although pulling back was the last damned thing he wanted right now. Fortunately, a tiny chunk of his brain was still functioning. It reminded him he’d been raised to be a gentleman.

He could go for the jugular again. He could renew his attack on the sensitive spot he’d found, the one at the base of her neck that made her warble and squirm and arch into his cock with a mind-bending pressure. He could make her forget whatever stupid objection she was about to present. 

But he wanted more than a mindless fuck with Kristi.

He wanted a lot more.

“What is it?” he asked. And damn, his voice was rough. He barely got the words out.

“You–you said one kiss.”

“I wasn’t done yet.”



Other Titles in Tryst Island Include (Soon to be available at all major eBook Retailers!) : 



Dragonfly Kisses:  




Smoking Holt: 
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Heart of Ash:  
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Devlin’s Dare:  

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Parker’s Passion:  

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Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching erotic romance.

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3 winners will get copies of Picture Her Bound by Sidney Bristol, One Kiss by Lisa Fox and Rebound by Sabrina York (Book 1 of the series from each author) 
Drawing ends at 11:59 PM  EST on 25 November – winner has 24 hours to respond. 18+ only


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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

BBB Presents~Vivienne Westlake's Tempting the Governess Blast Tour & Giveaway!


Hello and welcome to my stop on Vivienne Westlake's Tempting the Governess Blast Tour & Giveaway presented by Bippity Boppity Book.

Title: Tempting the Governess
Author: Vivienne Westlake
Genre: Regency Historic Romance
Publisher: Vivienne Westlake
Publication Date: October 9, 2014
Length~(Pages/#Words): 111 pgs / 34k
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Blurb:
Never fall in love with your employer. Any respectable governess knew the cardinal rule. Christine Aubrey prided herself on her devotion to her charges, never suspecting that one day a former pupil would tempt her to break every rule in the book.

Theodore Blake was a 'good boy' who grew up into a responsible man. Shouldering the burden of raising his sister's children and managing his older borther's affairs. Teddy has alsway done the right thing. But when his former governess returns to Birchwood, all he can think about is how good it would be to be bad.

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After a rubdown and a warm soak in the bath, Teddy emerged feeling refreshed and invigorated. Toweling his damp hair as he walked down the hall, he didn’t see Miss Aubrey when she emerged from the children’s bedroom. 

“Good afternoon, sir.” Her wide aquamarine eyes betrayed her surprise. 

He took in every inch of her frame in one long glance. Surely she had no idea of the effect that a simple fichu, tucked over the swell of her bosom, would have on the senses of a man who’d been too long without the company of a delicate female. Such modesty would sober any other man, but it made Theodore Blake suck in a breath.

He cleared his throat and attempted to think of anything but the soft swell of her breasts hidden beneath the fine cotton.

“Good afternoon, Miss Aubrey. Are the children busy with their music lesson?” He’d arranged for a musician from Devon to visit them twice a month. Though Miss Aubrey was skilled at the pianoforte and the harp, Teddy wanted Charles to learn the violin and the cello.

“Yes, sir.”

Her gaze dropped down to his boots and her cheeks turned a ripening pink. Demure as always, Christine made no comment about his state of undress. His waistcoat hung unbuttoned and he wore no jacket. 

Did she find him as fascinating as he found her?

He wished for a peek into her mind. Would she ever have any regard for him? She seemed grateful to return to the familiar surroundings of Birchwood and he knew she’d always admired his family. Such was to be expected, but he wanted more. 

She had never been merely a governess to him, even in his youth.

Excerpt from Tempting the Governess: Copyright © 2014 by Vivienne Westlake used with permission of author.

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Vivienne Westlake has been reading and writing romance since the age of fifteen. What makes her stories unique is her love of a sassy heroine who keeps the hero on his toes. Though she has a fondness for redeemable rakes, Vivienne’s favorite Jane Austen/Regency hero is Captain Wentworth.

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Thursday, August 7, 2014

Bippity Boppity Book Presents~ Sabrina York's Defiant Virtual Tour!


Thank you for visiting For Whom The Books Toll. This is my stop on Sabrina York's Defiant Virtual Tour presented by Bippity Boppity Book.


Title: Defiant
Author: Sabrina York
Series: Noble Passions # 5
Genre: Erotic Regency Historical Romance with BDSM Elements
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Release Date: July 28, 2014 
Length: 175 pages

Blurb:
When rakish Ned falls in with the wrong crowd, his brother decides to send him to the Continent for “seasoning”. For Sophia, this just won’t do. She’s loved Ned for ages—and also longed for adventure. She runs away from her boring suitors and disguises herself as a cabin boy on the Defiant, the ship sailing Ned to Italy.

Ned knows he’s not good enough for Sophia, but once they’re on the Defiant, he can’t stop himself from touching her, tasting her, loving her. Not when a wild tempest and a band of ruthless pirates threaten them. Not when every look from her gives him such pleasure. And certainly not when she comes, warm and wild and willing, to his bed.

If they survive their voyage, Sophia’s brother might kill him, but it will have been worth every moment and every hot, sweet kiss.

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Stiffening her spine, she led the way to the sitting room and tugged on the bell pull. When Duncan appeared she gave the order for tea and cakes—Ned loved cakes—and asked him to inform Ewan his brother-in-law was here to see him. “Won’t you sit?” She gestured to the divan.

Ned appeared torn. His gaze flicked from the divan to her and back again. His lips worked. But then he blew out a defeated sigh and perched on the very edge, so he could escape quickly, one would assume.

Sophia glared at him.

When he noticed, which took a while as he was avoiding her eyes, he flinched.

“Am I so hideous?” She shouldn’t have asked. Lord help her, she should have held her tongue. She was bad at holding her tongue. But a roiling anger in her gut forced the words up and out.

Oh, of a certainty, she’d made a fool of herself over him during her first season. Granted, he’d led her on—and then rebuffed her—but that was all long ago. She’d learned her lesson. He should be beyond it by now as well. They were both much older and wiser.

He went pale as her question registered. “H-hideous?” His throat worked.

She leaped to her feet and paced the room. “For God’s sake, Ned. Our siblings are married. We have to see each other on occasion. Can you not, at least, be civil?”

“I am perfectly civil.”

She gored him with a glare. “Are you?”

“I most certainly am.”

Her snort rounded the room.

“What do you want from me, Sophia?” The words seemed ripped from him, torn in a bloody mass, but when she glanced at him, his face was emotionless, cold.

“A smile, now and again, would be nice.”

He fixed his teeth in a grimace.

“A real smile.”

“Hell, Soph—”

A scratch at the door heralded Duncan with the tea tray. He looked rather absurd, that great mountain of a man—the once-criminal who now served as her brother’s butler—carrying the delicate silver tray with its shivering cups and accoutrements. He set it on the table and bowed before quitting the room. Sophia couldn’t help but notice the glare he sent to Ned—or Ned’s responding wince. She also noticed Duncan did not close the door.

What a farce.

As though Ned needed a warning to behave himself with her.

She could have the plague as far as he was concerned.

She retook her seat across from him and poured the tea, though she really should have rebelled against decorum and made him pour his own. It was a nonsensical rule that ladies had to pour. Men had fingers.

Without asking, she added his sugars and milk. Four years of preparing his tea had clued her in to his preferences. He took the cup and downed it, glancing around as though seeking reprieve.

“Honestly, Ned.” It was hopeless.

Ridiculous in fact. Ewan wanted to marry her to a prince for pity sake. Even if Ned were interested in her, he had little to recommend him but good family. His brother was a duke, but Ned was hardly in line for the title since Edward had his heir. And a spare.

Aside from that, Ned was a rebel. A rakehell. Or so her brother averred when he was in his cups. According to Ewan, Ned slept his days away and spent his nights in a wild bacchanal of women, wine and song.

Likely he had all manner of fascinating adventures.

It was hardly fair.

She shoved the plate of cakes at him and he took two.

Unfair that, as well.

As a lady on the market, she’d been advised to forego cakes as they had an unfortunate tendency to collect around her middle, and if she wanted to catch a husband—

Oh bollocks.

© 2014 Sabrina York / Ellora’s Cave Publishing, LLC



Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, writes naked erotic fiction for fans who like it hot, hard and balls-to-the-wall, and erotic romance and fantasy for readers who prefer a slow burn to passion.

An award winning author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers, her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror.

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Thursday, July 31, 2014

BBB Adriana Kraft The Heist Virtual Book Tour!


Welcome to For Whom The Books Toll. Today I'm hosting Adriana Kraft's The Heist Book Tour presented by Bippity Boppity Book. There's also a giveaway so make sure to fill out the rafflecopter form!!



Title: The Heist
Author: Adriana Kraft
Publisher: B & B Publishing
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 260 pgs
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Blurb:
A heist? A murder? It’s villain’s choice.

A special-order art theft? Tedious, but seamless – until small town museum director Kara Daniels calls in the experts. Furious her favorite trio of priceless impressionist paintings has been stolen from its traveling exhibit on her watch, Kara is determined to save not only the paintings, but her future in the art world. She’ll stop at nothing to entrap the thief.

Ted Springs knows the underbelly of the criminal world a little closer than he might like—but he’s turned it to good advantage, first as a police officer, and now as detective for the Upper Midwest Arts Council. His job? To guarantee the security of the valuable paintings in the Council’s traveling exhibits.

Heat sizzles when Ted and Kara collide—can they work together, before it’s too late? 

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What people are saying: 
Five stars at Goodreads: “The sex is hot and I loved the phone sex scenes. Never did I expect the ending. It was brilliant. The Heist is a winner!” Sheila G.

Five stars at Amazon: “Very hot…engaging, entertaining, funny and serious, well written and extremely enjoyable to read.” Donna H.


Excerpt:
Holding her breath, Kara examined the three paintings with great care. Exhaling, she used an eyepiece to study the artist signature, the composition of the work, and the layers of paint. She did her best to ignore the short, wiry man hovering about. 

He’d introduced himself merely as Henri. That probably wasn’t his name. His heavy accented English suggested Eastern European roots. It was unlikely he was a resident of Thun. Ted had handled the introductions, following up on previous telephone calls to arrange the meeting and making clear that as representative of the Art Council, they were only interested in retrieving the paintings. There would be no questions about how the works had come to be in Henri’s possession. Both men had been surprisingly gracious. If she didn’t know better, she would never guess that one was a detective and the other part of the criminal element. 

Henri hardly projected the stereotypical image of the criminal she’d developed over the years. There were no threatening postures or words. She doubted he was armed. Neither was Ted. But the little man was extremely cautious. He’d only spoken of the paintings in cryptic terms, as if he were concerned she or Ted might be wired. Since they’d come to Henri’s hotel room, he should be confident about its security. Although the man looked harmless enough, the possibility of back-up loomed large. Ted had warned her not to say more than she had to and that they would likely be watched by others.

Trying to set aside the oddities of their meeting, Kara focused on her task. The paintings were good—excellent, actually. When Henri had first pulled the cloths off them, her heart had fluttered. They were as stunning as they had been when she’d first seen them at the museum.




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