GMB Presents~ Em Petrova's Fevered Hearts Release Day Blitz & Giveaway!

Thank you for stopping by and taking a look at my post on Em Petrova's Fevered Hearts Release Day Blitz & Giveaway presented by Give Me Books.

Title: Fevered Hearts
Author: Em Petrova
Publisher: Samhain
Publication Date: March 31, 2015
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Synopsis:
When faced with a challenge, it’s best to pool your resources.

Liam Mattson used to play his wife’s body like a fine violin. Until a logging accident dampened his fine motor skills and rendered his legs—and the most important part of his below-the-waist playground—useless.

If only Liam would throw himself into therapy with the same vigor he used to throw her into bed, Ivy is sure he’d fully recover. But lately she’s felt adrift, while he’s stuck in self-pity and pre-occupation with a serious threat to his logging business.

When Ward Bose returns from the backwoods, Liam isn’t blind to the heated, guilty glances between his best friend and his wife. And he takes a step he never could have taken if his legs were working—ask Ward to service Ivy in bed.

The moment the three come together, Ward’s heartstrings are tied in knots, and Liam holds them in his fist. But secrets they’re each keeping could tear them all apart…unless they can find a way to share their burdens as easily as they share their love.

*Product Warnings*
Men who wield big saws know how to care of business—in bed and out. 

Buy Links:
Amazon US: Fevered Hearts
Amazon UK
Barnes & Noble
Samhain

Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are hardworking—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.

Find Em Online:
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RBP Presents~Anya Richards' Bellisima Release Blitz & Giveaway!

Hello and welcome to For Whom The Books Toll. Today I'm hosting Anya Richards' Bellisima Release Blitz & Giveaway presented by Romance Book Paradise.

Blurb:
Jane Rollins is anything but plain, but to keep her position as housekeeper to a wealthy family, she is content to hide her beauty behind a dull façade. This deception has become second-nature to her—until dance master Sergio Fontini waltzes into her life.

While the other inhabitants of the house see him as a foreigner and beneath their notice, Jane sees strength, barely leashed power, and an aura of iron control—an irresistible, arousing combination.

Sergio sees through Jane’s disguise to the woman beneath, and the desires in her veiled gaze call to him like the utterly irresistible strains of a beautiful symphony. The circumstances couldn’t be worse, for seducing her will endanger both their livelihoods.

Yet there are lessons he cannot resist teaching her, steps of a dance that crescendos to her final surrender…

*Product Warnings: A deliciously seductive Italian unmasks a supposedly respectable Victorian woman and leads her into a lust-filled pas de deux. 

Buy Links:
Amazon: Bellissima
Samhain

Multi-published author Anya Richards lives with her husband, youngest kid, a mutt, and two cats that plot world domination one food bowl at a time. The humans support her writing while the animals see her preoccupation as a goad.

Insatiably curious and irreverent, Anya loves history, music, the sea and a good rum punch. To learn more drop by Anya’s website make friends with her on Facebook  or follow her on Twitter. 

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MFH Presents~Em Petrova's Body Language Blog Tour & Giveaway!

Hello and welcome to my blog. Today I'm hosting Em Petrova's Body Language Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by My Family's Heart.

I asked Em the top 10 things that makes a cowboy sexy. Here's what she answered:

Wrangler jeans fitting JUST RIGHT

Smoldering stares from under a cowboy hat

Worn boots getting kicked off FAST

Crooked smiles

Gleaming belt buckles

Country D-R-A-W-L-S

Big hearts

Tanned skin—everywhere!

Good with ropes

The best manners 

Title: Body Language

Author: Em Petrova

Series: Boot Knockers Ranch Book Two

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Publication Date: September 9, 2014

Genre: Contemporary Western Erotic Romance

Length (Pages/#Words) 44,000

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Blurb:

There are no words for desire this hot…but he’ll sure try to find them.

The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 2

If there’s one thing that Damian Vince can do well, it’s read women. With his trademark wink and sexy drawl, he’s the most wanted cowboy on the Boot Knockers Ranch, a spa where sexually challenged women come to get charmed out of their uptight panties.

He’s also the ranch’s bad boy—he hates to admit he’s had his mug-shot taken more than once. But now he’s on the right path, ranching and fulfilling women’s desires.

Prim grade-school teacher Ruthie Johansson prays Damian will be able to fix her strict upbringing that’s left her leery of men and intercourse, though her body aches for both. Once she sets eyes on the muscular, auburn-haired Damian, she throbs only for him.

As they get skin to skin, her instinct touches something Damian’s been struggling to hide from his fellow Boot Knockers. A secret he’s spent a lifetime keeping buried beneath bar brawls and a bad attitude. But with Ruthie’s gentle coaxing, he just might give overcoming it another try—as long as they do their homework in bed.

Warning: Contains a bad boy with a vulnerable underside, a squeaky clean woman who wants to get dirty, and a secret shame only love and compassion can heal. Prepare to drool while he parses her sentences…one sexy verb at a time.

Buy Links:
Amazon: Body Language (The Boot Knockers Ranch)
Barnes & Noble
Samhain Publishing

Excerpt:
The moment Damian opened the door to Bungalow 11 he was presented with the prettiest picture he’d ever seen. Ruthie seated at the small table, sexy as hell in a midnight blue top and tan shorts, hair falling over her eyes.

As he closed the door, she looked up and gave him a grin that made his heart soar.

“Wanna play Scrabble?”

His heart plummeted. Pulse throbbing in his temples, he took in the game board already set up before her. Hell no, I don’t wanna play Scrabble. He’d said similar things to every teacher he’d ever had. But not Ruthie.

Any game dealing with words was a red-hot poker thrust through the chest of a man who couldn’t read.

He cringed inwardly but tried to remain calm on the surface. “I had other games in mind, doll.”

Her eyes glazed over. “But it’s raining. It’s a good inside activity.”

He doffed his hat and came forward slowly, making her squirm with every step. Good—he turned her on. He wasn’t pretending every letter on those tiles didn’t look like a hieroglyphic. He wasn’t pretending with Ruthie.

Light streamed in through a nearby window, illuminating her perfect skin. Today she’d used mascara and lip gloss. Her lashes were a mile long, her lips so kissable he couldn’t resist.

Swooping in, he crushed his lips over hers. The strawberry gloss scent filled his head. With a rumble of appreciation he swiped his tongue over her lower lip. She encircled his neck with her arms and melted into him.

Pressure built in his groin. He half-lifted her from her chair, swiped an arm over the table, clearing it of those tormenting letter tiles, and spread her on the surface.

She burst into laughter, and he kissed her open mouth. Delving his tongue into her sweetness, swirling, lapping, teasing. He caught her knee and pressed it up and back so he could grind his erection into her pussy.

“Damian…”

“Baby, I can’t wait. I want you here. Now.”

Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her eyes gleaming. She fumbled in his back pocket and came out with his wallet. His breathing grew labored. “Take it out.”

She opened his wallet and pulled out one of three condoms he’d stuffed inside this morning. Even knowing the bungalow was well-stocked, he’d packed his wallet with as many rubbers as possible. He didn’t want an excuse not to use one—though he craved that intense heat of being bare inside her.

Moving back, he stripped her top off and tossed it to the floor. Today she wore one of the bras he’d given her from the wardrobe closet—white with dainty pink hearts. He growled and dipped his head, biting into her nipple through the cloth while tearing at her shorts and panties.

After he pulled the matching thong off her bare feet, he wadded it up and stuffed it in her mouth. Her eyes flared in shock.

His voice was ragged. “You look sexy as hell.” With wild tugs, he shed his clothes while holding her gaze. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes losing a bit of her shock. By the time he had the condom in place, he was ready to explode.

Leaning over her again, he nuzzled the corner of her mouth, stuffed full of her fragrant panties. “I’m going to make you scream and scream with pleasure, doll. But no one will be able to hear you.”

She made a sound. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to tie her up too. Not yet. Slowly.

He scooped his hands under her, cushioning her spine against the table, and drove into her in one sharp move. She pulsed around him, gripping his back. For a mind-blowing minute he thought he could feel her heartbeat in his own veins.

Then he began to move. Plunging so deep she cried out behind the gag. He closed his eyes and skirted the edge of his own release, dying to go fast and hard yet forcing himself to go slow.

Her breaths came faster.

“Put your legs on my shoulders.”

“Uhhh.”

He met her dark eyes and couldn’t stop himself from sinking deep. When he pulled out to the tip, she placed her heels on his shoulders. Turning his head, he bit into her calf while taking her the way he wanted.

“Come for me, baby. I feel you squeezing me so…damn…tight.”

Her moan sounded like his name. He bent to her mouth and caught her thong in his teeth. With a jerk of his head, he tugged the silk free. She kissed him with a wildness that sent him careening toward ecstasy.

Reaching between them, he pinned her nubbin under his thumb. At the pressure, she came. Heat flooded him. His cock extended another fraction, then erupted. He sucked her tongue as he rode the uncharted waters of a release so big and intense, it scared the fuck out of him.

When he came back to himself, he found himself on the sofa with a naked Ruthie cradled on his lap. Her lips moved over his chest and up his neck, then down again. Tender kisses he didn’t deserve but wanted more than anything.

“Better than Scrabble,” she murmured.

In case you missed out in getting book 1 Pushin' Buttons:

Amazon: Pushin' Buttons (Boot Knockers)

Samhain Publishing

Author Bio:

Em Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises 4 kids and a Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her heroes are hardworking heroes--in bed and out--and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.

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Blog 

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BMP Presents~ Delilah Devlin's Once In A Blue Moon Book Blast & Giveaway!

Thank you for visiting my blog today. I'm hosting Delilah Devlin's Once In A Blue Moon Book Blast & Giveaway presented by Book Monster Promotions.
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Title: ONCE IN A BLUE MOON
Author: Delilah Devlin
Series: Beaux Rêve Coven, Book 1
Publisher:  Samhain Publishing
eISBN: 978-1-61921-769-0
Format: Ebook
On Sale: July 15, 2014

Blurb:
When testing an enemy for weaknesses, prepare for things to get hard.

Bryn Cavanaugh and her coven like that the community they live in is isolated thanks to a storm that destroyed the bridge between them and the outside world. Now the state wants the bridge rebuilt. When the construction crew checks into the inn, Bryn begins to suspect something about the crew’s boss isn’t quite…human.

Bridges are Ethan Thorne’s thing—after all, he’s a troll—so building a simple span over a remote canal in backwater Louisiana shouldn’t be this much of a problem. When he follows the pretty little innkeeper to a midnight rendezvous, he discovers why his crew keeps running in to trouble. Bryn and her coven are casting spells in the moonlight.

As a troll, Ethan feels the sting of his low place in demon hierarchy. But finding an unprotected coven of witches in the middle of the bayou could lead to all sorts of adventure. And it’s better to keep your enemies close…

Warning: Contains a handsome troll (Hey, it can happen!) who’s skilled at building sexual tension with his hands—and several other body parts, as well—and a witch who’s determined to protect her home, but forgets to shield her heart.

Buy Links:

Amazon: Once in a Blue Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven)

Barnes & Noble

Samhain

Excerpt:

“Let me do this my way.”

His way meant she would be on hands and knees. His callused palms urged her downward, arranging her knees, sinking the center of her back to tilt her bottom upward.

She didn’t mind that he treated her like a doll, that he took charge, his body blanketing her as he set the width of her hands just so. He was warm and hard and surrounding her. His cock glided on the backs of her thighs, nudged her buttocks and slid along her wet folds.

And his cock was huge. A blunt instrument. Rock solid as the rest of him.

When he was satisfied, he moved away. Her head bowed toward the floor. She hoped he’d take her. Sink his many inches inside her. However, the first flick of his tongue against her folds sent an electrical charge through her.

She must have been wound too tight. Nearly on the verge of orgasm for it to affect her so. She steeled herself against the pleasure, not wanting to disappoint him by leaving him in the dust. He teased her with more flicks to her outer folds. Then he suckled there, drawing her inside his mouth for gentle nibbles. His whiskers raked her sex and inner thighs.

Not that she minded the abrasion. He could scour her skin off so long as he found her center.  Which he did, dipping his tongue inside her and swirling. A deep groan vibrated against her sex.
When he pulled away again, she whimpered. She didn’t need foreplay, she needed the main event. But the nips he gave her fleshy ass made her jerk, escalating her sensitivity to his every touch.

Fingers parted her then swirled around her entrance. They eased her open, stretched her, one finger added at a time until she was beyond full. He spent so much time preparing her for his girth, she began to wonder if she’d underestimated just as how large he was.

The moment he prodded her with the blunt knob of his cock, she knew. He spread her folds and pressed against her, apparently gripping himself to circle her entrance and ease himself inside with precision and insistent pressure.

She’d dreamed about the way it would feel. Now pleasure was edged with worry that he wouldn’t fit. But she was wet, and more liquid seeped from inside her to coat his heavy cock. At last, he breached her entrance.

She sagged, her arms already shaking. Her body was too tight, too excited for her to slow her heart or reactions. “Ethan,” she whimpered.

The pressure relented. He held still. “Am I hurting you?” His voice sounded as though he were grinding rocks between his teeth.

“Yes,” she hissed, but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted the pressure and the pain. “More, please.”

His laugh was choked. He gripped the notches of her hips to hold her immobile and worked himself inside in shallow, pulsing waves, in and out, deeper and deeper—until Goddess, he was touching her womb.

She felt a pinch deep inside her. A quiver of core-deep delight. This could be the moment. If only he didn’t realize he’d taken her unprotected and pulled free at the last.

Bryn sank her chest against the cushions and reached far beneath her, past his cock, to his balls. She gripped them, massaging them, sending out a flash of witch’s heat.

“Fuck, Bryn. Don’t…” He dug his fingers hard into her fleshy hips, pulled back and then slammed forward.

She released his balls, certain he wouldn’t stop until she’d achieved her goal. She’d unleashed his passion.

His hips moved faster, his cock cramming deeply, whipping back and shoving forward again. The sheer fullness made her want to shout. Her back arched and she pushed backward, trying to break his hold, but he began to move her, bringing her back as he thrust, pushing her away as he withdrew. He hammered her. Jostled her. Roughly, so deliciously, she was on the verge of exploding.

And then he began to move his hands on her skin. He reached up one hand to grab her hair and force her back to arch more, gliding another on her skin, raising gooseflesh. Her hair was lifting and prickling on the back of her neck. Static charged the air, and her eyes widened. She knew at last why he’d been so attractive, why she’d been inexorably drawn to him. Why she’d craved this union.

Demon!

Until recently, award-winning romance author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These days, she’s missing the wide-open skies and starry nights but loving her dark forest in Central Arkansas, with its eccentric characters and isolation—the better to feed her hungry muse!

For Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between the lines, because it’s comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her through one war and many countries, cultures, jobs, and relationships to bring her to the place where she is now—writing sexy adventures that hold more than a kernel of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and transformation.

Delilah Devlin is a prolific and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. Whether creating dark, erotically-charged paranormal worlds or richly descriptive historical stories that ring with authenticity, Delilah Devlin “pens in uncharted territory that will leave the readers breathless and hungering for more…” (Paranormal Reviews) Ms. Devlin has published over 100 erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths.
She is published by  Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Harlequin Spice, Kensington, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

Website:  http://www.delilahdevlin.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/DelilahDevlinFanPage
Twitter: https://twitter.com/DelilahDevlin
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/38530.Delilah_Devlin

TOUR GIVEAWAY DETAILS:

GRAND PRIZE:  Blue Moon bracelet and earring set made by Delilah and a $25 Amazon gift card

RUNNER-UP:   signed copies of Shattered Souls and Lost Souls.

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InkSlinger Presents-Laurelin Paige's Star Struck Blog Tour & Giveaway!!

Welcome to my post on Laurelin Paige's Star Struck Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by InkSlinger PR. Don't forget to fill out the rafflecopter form!!!

Title: Star Struck
Author: Laurelin Paige
Series: Lights, Camera Book 2
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Publication Date-June 17, 2014
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Blurb:
Onto every diva’s backside, a little wood must fall.

Lights, Camera, Book 2

Hollywood actress Heather Wainwright was looking forward to a long, relaxing break before starting her next shoot. Except her assistant volunteered her for L.A.’s annual 24 Hour Plays.

Nervous about doing a good job for such a worthy charity, Heather falls back on “diva” mode, a defense mechanism that always carries her through. Until she encounters something that really gets on her nerves—a lowly carpenter whose Norse god eyes pierce right through her.

Highly sought-after production designer Seth Rafferty has little patience for A-listers with superior attitudes, which is why his attraction to Heather is absurd. Yet, sensing vulnerability beneath her screen-queen act, he lets her assumptions play out.

After the wrap party, Heather awakens with little memory of the night before—except that Seth gave her the best orgasm of her life, then disappeared. When he shows up on the set of her next movie, she winds up to give him a piece of her mind…and Seth shows her just how stinging hot “chemistry” can get.

Warning: Contains an outwardly snobby actress with a good heart, a delicious carpenter with a power drill, some much-deserved spanking, and an appropriately consensual—if tipsy—orgasm, as well as sex at an inappropriate time of the month.

Buy Links:
Amazon: Star Struck (Lights, Camera)
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Excerpt:
The entire back counter had an array of tools—hammers, saws, screwdrivers, and tools she didn’t know the name of. This was where Seth would be constructing the set pieces. These must be his tools. He’d touched these tools, used them.

She put her hand out and brushed the items as she walked along the counter, enjoying the rush that came from knowing they belonged to the sexy carpenter. Images of him using them filled her mind, turning her entire body to warm mush.

She let her hand settle on an electric drill. It felt strange in her grasp, not an item she’d ever find herself in contact with. She wasn’t even sure she knew how to use one. It was perfect—an unexpected prop and one that a writer could have a lot of fun with.

But she couldn’t take it…could she?

She heard voices from the stage and could tell the group was gathering. The intros were about to start. She had no time. She glanced around to see if she had any other options and spotted an older, more worn drill on the counter. Black sharpie marked it as “Property of Broad Stage”. This drill was better. Bigger and more awkward, but she’d feel less guilty about borrowing it. Without another thought, she picked up the old drill and began wrapping the cord around its body.

“Did you get lost?”

She spun around at the sound of the familiar voice—the voice that made her slippery in her silk panties—and clutched the drill behind her back.

Seth stood in the doorway, one arm propped against the frame, his blue eyes freezing her to her spot. He wore a plain burgundy T-shirt and carpenter jeans.  She hadn’t imagined the intensity of her attraction to him—it was real. Just looking at him now made her chest tight and her lungs struggle for air.

Realizing he’d nearly caught her in the act of “borrowing” a tool, she threw her shoulders back and put on her best innocent look. “No, I was…just…trying to find some place I could be alone.” She could feel her eyelashes fluttering as she spoke, as if they had a mind of their own. Whether they were trying to hide her guilt or flirting, she wasn’t sure.

God, she was pathetic.

Seth narrowed his eyes and approached her with long slow steps, each making her heart beat faster. “There are lots of places in the theater to be alone. This isn’t one of them.”

It certainly wasn’t. Though she was alone with him. His words pretty much acknowledging that fact made her lightheaded.

He kept coming toward her until he was right beside her. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the cast Meet and Greet?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be there?”

“I’ll get there eventually.” He leaned against the counter and gestured at her with a nod. “Whatcha got behind your back?”

His scent, a mixture of soap and sweat and cedar, wafted from his skin, making her weak in the knees. “Nothing.” Yeah, that didn’t sound childish. “I mean, none of your business.” Oh, much better.

Why did speaking to Seth always get her so flustered? He wasn’t supposed to talk to her, anyway. It was a rule all the crew was given—only talk to the actors when necessary for the show. That was the assurance given to protect the stars’ privacy. She clutched onto that rule now like a life vest. “You aren’t supposed to talk to me.”

“Whoops.”

Obviously, Seth didn’t care too much about following rules.

And if he was going to be that way, she wasn’t going to feel bad about borrowing a drill. She just had to figure how to get out of there with it. Glancing around, she spotted another exit just behind her. If she walked backwards, she could make it to that door without him spotting the drill. She had to try.

“Well, since I’m essential out there, I better go.” She took one cautious step away from him.

“You mean as opposed to me being unessential.”

She hadn’t meant for that to sound so snotty. “No.” But it was true. The Meet and Greet was about the actors. The set was completely unnecessary. “Well, yes. But…”

“Don’t fret it, princess. I knew what you meant.”

His tone reaffirmed that he’d already made up his mind about her. He thought she was stuck-up, and wasn’t she? But he didn’t have to parade his disgust for her. “Whatever.”

She took another couple of steps backward, but the cord slipped from where she’d wrapped it around the drill. Before she realized it, the heel of her sandal caught on it, throwing her off balance. She cast out her arms, trying to stop her momentum, but she only managed to postpone the inevitable fall.

Thankfully her plummet was stopped by strong, fast arms that circled around her waist in a firm grasp.

“Whoa.” Seth held her, his face inches from hers, concern in his eyes mixed with something else. Desire? “You okay?”

She stared into his face, at his lips so close she could kiss them if she lifted her head. She wanted to lift her head. So bad. “I’m okay.” Her voice was a whisper. “I just tripped.”

His eyes scanned her face, lingering on her mouth. Then moved lower to her breast line. She felt her skin warm and redden under his gaze. When his stare found its way back to hers, he unwrapped an arm from her waist and brought it between them.

She tensed, waiting for his touch. Longing for his touch. Would his hand trail up her arm? Or caress her cheek? Or, though highly inappropriate, brush her breast? She let out a shaky breath at the thought.

But the touch she longed for didn’t come in any form. Instead, he pulled the tool she still clutched from her grasp and curled his lip. “If you needed a drill, princess, all you had to do was ask.”

Disappointed and embarrassed, she pushed out of his arms. “Don’t call me that.”

“Do you need a screw as well?”

“Stop it, okay.” It surprised her how near tears she was. “I needed a prop. Are you happy? I knocked over my purse in the car and my handcuffs must have fallen out and my assistant is clear out in Bel Air picking up my birth control and she won’t be back in time for the Meet and Greet, even if I manage to go last and I was desperate so I came in here to look for something I could use and this was the first thing I found.” Her words tumbled out in a rush.

He chuckled in a way that both irritated and excited her. “Handcuffs? Birth control?”

Her face warmed from equal parts frustration and humiliation. “Can I just…can I use it?”

“Can you use what?”

“The drill, Seth.”

“Of course. I told you all you had to do was ask.” His eyes sparkled with amusement. “But here—” He exchanged the theater’s drill for his own still on the counter. “Take mine instead. No one will know who it really belonged to or that you came unprepared. Now, wasn’t it a good thing that I was around?”

He held out the drill to her and she took it, brushing his fingertips as she did. The touch shot a surge of electricity through her body. Still, she said, “This doesn’t make us friends.”

His hand sprang out and grabbed her arm just below her elbow. “Do you really think I want to be friends?”

Confused by the roughness of the action and the delight of his fingers on her bare skin, she didn’t know if she should pull away or lean in farther. “I…I don’t know what you want,” she managed to stammer, realizing she didn’t know what she wanted either.

His grasp softened slightly and he drew her closer. For the second time that night, she thought—no, wished—he would kiss her. Instead, when his head bent toward her, it stopped near her ear. “Isn’t it too bad that you won’t let yourself find out?”

His husky whisper sent a serious shiver through her body. For one minute she believed she could let herself find out. That she could forget her past and everything that Seth represented to her. That she could fall into his arms and let his mouth and body erase every bad memory and association she had with people who performed manual labor for a living.

But she’d spent too many years believing just the opposite. The walls she’d have to break down to let someone like Seth in were pretty sturdy.

When she spoke, her voice didn’t sound like her own. The tone was meek and unsure and breathy. “I have to go.”

“Yes, you do.”

He released her and she turned and walked away on unsteady legs. And just like when she’d left her trailer house at sixteen, she didn’t look back.

He was like her past. She didn’t need him. She didn’t want him.

This time, though, the effort to not look was excruciating.

Author Bio:

Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Mad Men and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Adam Levine.

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Xpresso Presents-Lola Dodge's M10: Unlikely Beginnings Cover Reveal

Today I'm hosting Lola Dodge's M10: Unlikely Beginnings Cover Reveal presented by Xpresso Book Tours. Thanks for stopping by my blog.

Title: M10: Unlikely Beginnings
Author: Lola Dodge
Published by: Samhain Publishing
Publication date: December 2014
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
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Blurb:
A vigilante. A warrior woman. A ballerina.

These ladies never pictured themselves as super heroes, but they’ve been called to serve—whether they want to or not.

This print anthology of superhero romance novellas arrives from Lola Dodge and Samhain Publishing in December 2014, compiling previous stories Ivory, Temptress and Belle Fury.

Lola Dodge was forged in the suburbs, tested in the retail wastelands and reborn as a romance writer after several strong cocktails. Armed with her M.F.A. in Writing Popular Fiction, she travels the world in search of story fodder and men with accents.

Author links:

http://www.loladodge.com/

https://twitter.com/Lola_Dodge

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5826088.Lola_Dodge

My Family's Heart Presents- Em Petrova's Pushin' Buttons Blog Tour & Giveaway!!

Hi and welcome to my stop on Em Petrova's Pushin' Buttons Blog Tour & Giveaway presented by My Family's Heart.

Character Bios:

Meet Sybill. This petite, curvy blonde has a small trouble that is affecting her life in a big way—she can’t achieve release. Desperate to reach the level of intimacy she craves, she books a spot on The Boot Knockers Ranch, a Texas ranch specializing in helping women like her.

She’s ready for action, but that doesn’t mean she knows what to do. So she leaves it to the very capable hands of the tall, toe-curlingly dangerous-looking cowboy Hugh.

Hugh is one of the founders of The Boot Knockers Ranch. He’s also “master of games” and sometimes a player. He’s had a past heartache and struggles with emotional intimacy, which makes it difficult when he starts falling for Sybill. And his fellow Boot Knocker, Riggs, is another story…

Riggs wants Hugh—plain and simple. When he isn’t with women, he’s sharing them with Hugh. He loves to escape with hard work on the ranch, and he and Hugh dream of building a horse herd that will put more dollars in the pockets of the Boot Knockers. He’s in touch with his tender side, but he knows how to throw a punch.

The three of them create a dynamic that will shake the foundation of the entire ranch.

Title: Pushin’ Buttons

Author: Em Petrova

Series: Boot Knockers Series

Genre ~ Western Contemporary Erotic Romance

Release Date ~June 10, 2014

Publisher ~ Samhain Publishing

Length (Pages/#Words) 56,000

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Blurb:

Sexual dysfunction. The words make Sibyll cringe, but after one too many failed relationships, she has to face reality. Her O-button is broken, big time. Sick of sitting on the sexual sidelines, she books a week at Boot Knockers Ranch. If a passel of rugged cowboys vying to bring her bliss can’t get her off, nothing will.

Hugh had planned to sit out this week’s rotation of sexual therapy, but when he spots sultry Sibyll, he pulls rank. His bone-deep urge to possess her isn’t enough to coax elusive orgasms out of her body, though. And his resolve to give the lady whatever she needs wavers when she shyly makes a mind-blowing request.

Riggs stepped aside when Hugh muscled in to claim Sibyll, but he jumps at the chance to fulfill her ultimate fantasy—a threesome. But once they come together, all barriers are stripped away, exposing his love for the one man—and woman—he’d break every last rule to make his own.

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Amazon: Pushin' Buttons (Boot Knockers)


EXCERPT: 
Sibyll followed her gaze to the door between stage entrance and hallway several feet away. His back was to her and the other dozen women, his shoulders taking up most of the door frame and his white T-shirt molded to a chiseled back. Sibyll outlined his back muscles with her gaze, cutting a path down to a backside hugged by worn denim.

The cowboy pivoted. His face was illuminated by the overhead lights as he talked to the perky Isabel, the ringleader of this insane audition process.

“He has a black eye!” someone whispered.

“From a bar fight? Please let it be from a bar fight!” a woman with a gorgeous head of red hair and thick glasses added.

The cowboy raised his head and stared at the women. Suddenly Sibyll’s muscles tensed to run. She didn’t want to be here, had made the wrong decision. So what if I can’t experience “physical and emotional sensation at the peak of sexual excitation” according to Dictionary.com?

Isabel swooped through the door and pointed at the curvaceous brunette to Sibyll’s right. “You’re next.” Then she returned to the doorway, where she leaned and talked to the cowboy with the black eye.

Dust motes swirled hectically in the lights streaming from the stage. Sibyll tried to follow one with her eyes. Anything to keep from looking directly at that cowboy’s handsome, rugged face.

He was huge—tall and broad and muscled in all the ways that made the knot in Sibyll’s core want to unravel. But it never did.

Maybe if he fights to win me, I could.

He glanced up again, and the group of women tittered. The leggy blonde was led offstage on the arm of a cowboy wearing all black except his shiny silver and turquoise belt buckle.

“Wow, he’s fine. Jenny’s lucky to get him,” the virgin whispered after they passed. They stopped at the door, and the production manager moved to the side so they could pass.

The black-eyed cowboy with the two-day-old dark stubble on his jaw shook hands with both cowboy and contestant.

“You—sexy secretary—you’re next.” The production manager jabbed a finger in Sibyll’s direction.

She looked around herself. A slight girl to her right wore a peasant dress and thong sandals, and the tall, toned girl to her left wore sporty shorts and a T-shirt with an energy drink logo.

“Wh—? Me?” Sibyll pointed to her chest.

“Yep, you.” The production manager whirled back to speak with the cowboy, but he’d strolled through the door and was making his molasses-sweet way across the stage.

He passed the first group of contestants, who froze like a herd of deer in the middle of Highway 495. He dipped his head and positioned a battered brown cowboy hat on it. “Howdy,” he drawled, lips curled in the perfect dose of Southern gentleman and cocky bad-boy.

Feminine sighs sounded in response. Sibyll’s heart thumped as he neared her small group standing nearest to the stage. The closer he got, the more his bulk seemed to take up all the space in the room. Or maybe that was testosterone.

He dropped a wink at the virgin and leaned in to speak to her. “The black eye was nothin’ as glamorous as a kick-ass bar fight. Took a hoof yesterday working with the horses.” He straightened and settled his gaze right on Sibyll.

She stopped breathing as electricity passed between them.

That’s my imagination. I’m so keyed up.

The cowboy cleared his throat but didn’t say anything. Around them, women gawked. Hell, even Isabel the production manager stood with her mouth open, glancing between the huge cowboy and her clipboard.

“Hugh, you’re not filling in today, are you?” Isabel asked.

The man blinked, severing his hold on Sibyll. He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not competin’ today. I’m Master of Games as usual.” He pinned Sibyll again with his gaze. Something dark and exciting coiled low in her belly. What if this man did stand up for her?

I’d choose him in a heartbeat.

Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a Labradoodle puppy named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays too damn much for utilities. She loves to write gritty characters with lots of heart and is well-known for scorching, panty-soaking erotic romance.


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