Saturday, August 31, 2013

Giveaway and Spotlight On: Seduced by Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliot

A PREQUEL to the NA rock star series Lost In Oblivion.

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Warning: get ready for a testosterone overload. The guys are in the driver's seat in Seduced - and the ride's gonna rock.

Twenty-three year old Nick Crandall has one focus in his life: Oblivion, the band he formed with his best friend Simon Kagan. With gigs coming up and the band members lacking focus after losing their drummer to rehab, they're out of ideas. Until Oblivion's bassist, Deacon McCoy, poses a surprising suggestion.

Bring in someone new. Two someones.

One You Tube video gone viral later, Oblivion is poised on the brink of stardom. With their new hot drummer chick — who comes in a package deal with a talented guitarist who happens to be head over pick in unrequited love with her - it seems like everything's falling into place. Or will the band Nick and Simon have fought to keep together disintegrate before their eyes?

Four guys & one woman + more success than they ever bargained for = trouble, of the sexiest kind.

Get Seduced by this novel-length introduction to the band Oblivion. This preview occurs before the four forthcoming books about each of the band members. Sometimes getting lost means finding yourself...

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“The only way I’m sending you to bed is if I’m coming with you.” Her teeth found his earlobe, and she bit down hard enough to make him wince. And strain against the confine of his jeans. Frayed seams and Jazz Edwards were not a match in heaven made. “Can we please stop talking now?” Her tongue licked its way into his ear. “I’ve got something else for your lips.”
“Jesus Christ.” He finally glanced over his shoulder. Alcohol had never gotten him as drunk as just one glance into her sultry eyes. “If you need to call someone to let them know where you are, better do it now.”
That was her last chance to go home. Then he was taking a match to his Scout uniform.
Defiantly, she reached down and withdrew her cell from the bag at her hip. She made a show of turning it off, then tossed it in the general direction of the bushes. Guess she really did not want to be interrupted. “As you were saying?”
Swallowing hard, he looked down and laced his fingers through hers. His other hand fisted around his guitar. “I might bruise you for real this time. On purpose.”
“I might like it.” She squeezed his hand, and hell if he didn’t appreciate her trying to reassure him. Why this felt so huge, he didn’t understand. She was just a woman he barely knew.
Just a cog that fit really well already into a wheel he’d begun to believe might be irreparably broken.
“Bruise me, Nick,” she murmured when he didn’t speak. “Use me to forget. Just like I’ll use you.”
It really could be that simple. She wasn’t looking for him to call her tomorrow, and he wasn’t offering to be her man. He wasn’t fit to be anyone’s guy, not now.
But he could be for an hour, maybe two, and that would be enough.
Without saying anything further, he released her hands and stepped back to hook an arm around her waist, hauling her into his side. He brushed a kiss over her temple as they strode toward the basement entrance. “The minute I shut that door behind us, I want your skirt and panties off. Understand me?”
She shuddered. “Yes.”
“What’s off-limits?” When she didn’t respond, he jockeyed his guitar until he could seize her chin and yank her face closer to his. “Jasmine. What’s off-limits?”
Her gaze seared into his and left him smoking. “Nothing,” she whispered.

Book 1 in the NA rock star series, Lost in Oblivion
Coming in September

Onstage he’s Demon, the unsurpassable bassist.

Offstage he’s the Peacemaker, the mastermind who keeps his volatile band from imploding.

Opening for their idols on their first ever tour, Oblivion is living the dream. That dream becomes a nightmare when Oblivion draws more attention than the headliner and egos clash. Frustrated at being shoved out of his mediator role by their new manager, Deacon McCoy loses himself in brutal workouts only coming up for air long enough to refuel—and that means hunting down the catering truck at odd hours.

Especially the deliciously cute chef who excites his taste buds as much as his body.

The child of roadie parents, Harper Pruitt has heard every pickup line twice. To her, musicians are one step above the scraps on her cutting board. All she wants is to get enough experience to run her own catering company, but Deacon and his bottomless and surprisingly gourmet stomach is too tempting to resist. Before long, she finds herself wanting to experiment with him outside the kitchen.

When Harper sees that Deacon’s sense of responsibility is doing him serious damage, she realizes he’s far from the typical rock star. But as the band's fame grows, she wonders if she can love a man who doesn't know how to let anyone in—even her.

You met Deacon McCoy in SEDUCED, now you can watch just how far a big man can fall.

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BIO: Cari Quinn
USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. Now she gets to pen sexy romances for a living and routinely counts her lucky stars. When she’s not scribbling furiously, she can usually be found watching men’s college basketball, playing her music way too loud or causing trouble. Sometimes simultaneously.

Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott’s FB Group - Word Wenches Reader Group:

BIO: Taryn Elliot
I'm from the great state of New York--upstate NY, thank you very much. My family consists of a brother who takes care of keeping the snarky side of me alive and a dog that is more spoiled child than mutt. My writer-friends are the glue that keeps my crazy ideas more in the sane category, and my non-writerly friends are the reason I'm not a complete hermit. I can't go a day without laughing and I truly do fall in love with each and every one of my leading men as I write their book. Music is life and every story has its own soundtrack.

Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott’s FB Group - Word Wenches Reader Group:

Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliot's SEDUCED Blog Tour
July. 28 - August 31

7/28- Miscellaneous Thoughts of A Bookaholic

7/28- KT Book Reviews

7/29- Scorching Book Reviews

7/30- Reading Between the Wines

7/31- United by Books

8/01- Book Monster Reviews

8/02- Book Lovin' Mamas

8/03- Ramblings from This Chick

8/04- Kelly P's Blog

8/05- Inside the Pages of A Book

8/06- Mama's Reading Break

8/07- Why I Can't Stop Reading

8/08- Scandalicious Book Reviews

8/09- True Story Book Blog

8/10- Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews

8/11- Mythical Books

8/12- Books, Books and More Books

8/13- Babbling About Books

8/13- The Reading Cafe 

8/14- Sassy Book Reviews

8/15- Mad Hatter Reads

8/16- Lily Element

8/17- Manga Maniac Café

8/18- CS Maxwell Blog

8/19- Wicked Readings by Tawania

8/19- Let's Get Romantical

8/20- Bibliophile Mystery

8/21- Salacious Reads

8/22- Inner Goddess

8/23- Books-N-Kisses

8/24- Cocktails and Books

8/24- Salacious Reads

8/25- Literal Addiction

8/26- Romance Junkies

8/27- Flirting with Romance

8/28- Dalene's Book Reviews

8/29- My Secret Romance

8/30- Toot's Books Reviews

8/31- Close Encounters with the Night Kind

8/31- Reader Girls
One lucky winner that follows the tour will receive the following prizes:
Sterling Silver earrings (attached jpg)
$10 GC to iTunes
$15 GC to Starbucks
paperback of Seduced.
paperback of Cari Quinn's Unveil Me:
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Friday, August 30, 2013

Giveaway and Review of Lord Griffin's Prize by Katalina Leon

Part of the Emerald Isles Fantasies series

An Irish warlord under a witch’s enchantment…

Tullamore Castle Ireland is an enchanted place where the unexpected happens. Phantom lovers materialize in haunted beds and a lonely griffin patrols the ramparts waiting to reclaim its mate. And that’s just the beginning.

For the adventure of a lifetime Maeve de’Burgo visits Tullamore to study genealogy. Through a magical act and time travel she becomes embroiled in a dangerous medieval romance and the unfinished life of her ancestor. Maeve gets thrown back in time to be captured, ravished and cherished as a war chief’s prize.

Ronan O’Griofa is a griffin-shifter, the most loyal of creatures. He’s been trapped in limbo as the avenging guardian of Tullamore since 1332 AD and longs to be free. When the soul of his wife returns to the castle he’s granted the privilege of becoming a man for one day to be her lover, win her heart and remind Maeve of a bond strong enough to last an eternity.

(In this scene Maeve has been in the O’Griofa suite for less than an hour, but she’s already become infatuated with Lord O’Griofa’s portrait, traveled back in time to a castle under siege, released the pain of a failed marriage and hallucinated that a griffin is walking the castle grounds. It’s been a very eventful night. She’s exhausted and jetlagged. When she climbs into the notorious O’Griofa “griffin bed” things really heat up.)

…She walked around the room, making sure the door was locked and switching off the few lights still lit. The fading red embers of the fire glowed. The fire’s soft illumination was lovely and provided just enough light to see. An errant sliver of moonlight cut across the room and lit Lord O’Griofa’s portrait.

Maeve pulled the covers back and climbed into the massive bed, which could have comfortably slept several adults. She gazed up at the silk canopy. The viridian curtains surrounding the bed were woven with a subtle pattern that suggested to her tired eyes the faintest hint of feathery wings.

She noticed that the bed curtains could be drawn around the bed to either block light or create an oasis of privacy. She drew the curtains in hopes of preventing the first rays of dawn from waking her too early. She allowed her head to sink deep into the lush pile of pillows and sighed with pleasure that the bed felt as good as it looked.

She stretched across the crisp sheets with her eyes squeezed shut, wishing she had the energy or will to take off the bulky bathrobe, but before she could rouse herself to act she became aware of the warm weight of a solidly built man pressing down on her.

As if by magic a naked man materialized beneath the bedcovers. His warm skin radiated the faint but unmistakable scent of musk. He unknotted the robe and pushed the fabric aside, baring her breasts. A soft sigh crossed his lips.

She made a halfhearted attempt to stop him.

With gentle but decisive action, he took hold of her wrists and slowly slid her arms above her head, pinning her beneath him.

She gulped a startled breath as he parted her legs with his knee. The sensations were real. The wet tip of his heavy erection brushed between her thighs. She started to cry out in surprise.

“Hush,” the man whispered. He grazed his lips against the side of her cheek. “Don’t wake, my love—this is only a dream.” The man’s comforting voice was pure reassurance. “I’ve been waiting so long for you.”

“Ronan?” She relaxed.

“Who else comes to your bed?” A quiet laugh crossed his lips as if it were a casual joke that often passed between them. He released his hold on her wrists. “Wrap your arms around me and make me feel loved.” He leaned close and his warm breath flooded the side of her throat. “I need you, Maeve.”

A shudder of desire seized her, impossible to deny. The man’s voice was drenched with longing and coaxed myriad buried feelings to surface. She realized that every lover should plead for touch with this much conviction, yet so few did.

Dream or not, it had been ages since she’d felt sensations so fiery and she couldn’t resist giving in. The dream man—Ronan or whoever he was—felt so good that she found herself wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and drawing him close. The silky hair on his chest glided against her breasts. In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, she reached down, took hold of his shaft and guided him between her legs. She rubbed the head of his cock against her with slow strokes, until he was slick and her clit peaked. Without further prompting she allowed him to glide inside.

“Oh Maeve.” A husky groan escaped his lips as he sank deep.

She arched beneath him and twined a smooth leg around his hip, wishing he’d start moving and pay out on the building excitement he’d caused. She skimmed the length of his muscular back with open palms before gripping his solid butt and pressing down with a demanding little push that said “get going”.

He moved with caution.

She tried to glimpse his face in the shadows but saw nothing beyond a vague silhouette. It excited her to be with a complete stranger. She’d never done such a thing and it really didn’t matter because this was just a dream. It was so freeing to give in to raw lust. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

“What a salty tongue you have.” He sounded amused as he nipped her throat. His lips lingered on her skin. “You’re sweet as heaven but you talk like a devil.” He took several long strokes, pumping his hips faster. The muscles of his back coiled and his breath sped. He was big and solid and the animal strength of his graceful body took her breath away. Each movement was controlled and decisive and every inch of his body tensed. “I can’t hold back.” A moment later he bolted into action like a racehorse sprinting. “Sorry, love. This is going to be sweet and swift.” He gripped her shoulders as his body covered hers and moved with fierce strokes.

The thick shaft of his cock glided against her wet clit at the perfect angle. She lifted her hips off the bed to intensify the sensation. “That’s good.” She encouraged him to move with her. She grabbed on to the hard muscles of his butt and pushed down with force. The brisk stroke of his cock brought her moaning to the edge. “I’m right there.” A beautiful rush of sensations heated her blood as the easiest, quickest climax of her life carried her away and left her limp with pleasure. “Ah...”

He lifted Maeve’s thigh higher and sank deep. A quiet growl vibrated low in his throat. He tipped his head back and arched as he came hard. The man trembled and nearly collapsed against her, with a dewy sheen of sweat on his skin. He brushed his face against her cheek and she felt a gritty hint of stubble.

Alarm shot through her. Those details felt all too real. She feared this couldn’t possibly be a dream. No dream was this vivid. She pushed against his shoulders and tried to get a better look at him.

“Am I crushing you?” He rose on his elbows so she could move and brushed his fingertips against her cheek. “That was wonderful. I wish I could stay inside you all night, but I can’t.”

A chill shivered across her skin. “Why can’t you?”

“Because it’s not night anymore, it’s morning.” The man evaporated in front of her eyes and the warm bed covers slumped on top of her with a swoosh as he exited.

Maeve bolted upright and smacked the empty covers with her palm. The man had vanished. The bed curtains remained drawn and still. Her bathrobe was open and the bedding was rumpled but beyond that only the faintest scent of salty sweat betrayed that he had ever been there.

She reached between her drenched thighs with caution and touched. Without doubt a man had been with her. What the hell was going on?

The quiet scratch of what sounded like claws against the wooden floor made her freeze. She drew a tense breath, listened with laser focus and heard a soft snort and what sounded like the padding of heavy paws crossing the room. A noise like an animal snuffling the fire grate made her blood run cold.

Now she was fully awake and certain this was no dream. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Beyond the bed curtains, someone or something was moving around the suite.

She drew the bed curtain aside a crack and peered out. The room was illuminated by the faint rays of an overcast dawn.

Near the fireplace beside the mantel, she saw a large animal the size of a male lion with black sweeping wings folded behind its back. The creature turned to the side, revealing the lethally curved beak of an eagle and keen, dark eyes. She gasped in awe and immediately covered her mouth with her hand.

The griffin.

The creature glanced over its shoulder stealthily, as if it were aware of her presence, and reached toward the wedding ring she had left as an offering. It picked up the ring with its hooked beak. The griffin tossed the ring into the air and swallowed it with a quick gulp.

She bit her lip to keep from gasping aloud.

The griffin turned and walked through the heavy wooden door, which posed no physical barrier. It passed through the locked door with the same ease as if it were walking through fog, and disappeared.

“Oh my God!” Maeve trembled with shock. “What just happened?”

She threw the bed curtains back, leaped off the mattress and ran toward the door while tying the bathrobe around her waist. She grabbed the doorknob and rattled it. The knob did not budge and she saw that the door was latched from the inside.

She turned and ran toward the mantel. Her gaze went straight to the clawed feet of the stone griffin. The wedding ring was gone. She reached out and felt the empty spot with her fingertips to reassure herself that this moment of utter madness was real. “I’m losing my mind. This isn’t good.”

She focused her gaze with suspicion on the disheveled bed before ricocheting like a bullet toward Lord O’Griofa’s portrait. Had all that been real too? Had she made love to a phantom?

“Nope. That’s too much crazy,” she said it aloud in a calm voice. There was no way a man from the distant past had materialized in bed and fucked her breathless with tender gusto. It was a thrilling but improbable fantasy.

It was more likely she’d been ignoring her true feelings and physical needs for so many months that she’d gone temporarily nuts. “Strange fantasy men in the bed” crazy was a bad development. That level of cuckoo should never happen again. It was obvious to her that dire needs must be addressed. She realized she should buy a vibrator on this vacation and start using it ASAP.

Fucking hunky medieval phantoms was without doubt a sign she needed to get off more often than she had been lately—which was not at all. She was pent-up. This situation simply wasn’t acceptable. She was a loaded gun ready to explode, for God’s sake. What was next? Would she throw herself at the first interesting man who crossed her path? In her current wounded-prey state of mind she knew that would definitely be a mistake. To make sure this type of weirdness didn’t happen again, a vibrator was a must, and she promised herself she’d get one soon.

Beyond the tall, narrow windowpane, the sun broke through a thick layer of cloud, lighting the morning sky in brilliant shades of blue and gold.

Maeve smoothed the bed covers. There would be no pretense of going back to sleep. Besides, she didn’t dare to climb back into that bed until she’d had a sobering cup of coffee and a long talk with her love-starved libido…

(Maeve dresses and heads downstairs and guess who she runs into walking the castle grounds dressed in contemporary clothing? Oh yes, it’s very awkward. How can she tell a stranger that she just finished having sex in her dreams with someone who looks and sounds just like him…Poor Maeve.)

Lord Griffin’s Prize is part of the Emerald Isle Fantasies book series and is available now from Ellora’s Cave. Be sure to check out the entire Emerald Isle Fantasies books series. It includes lots of talented Ellora’s Cave authors and loads of steamy, Irish enchantment. You can’t go wrong!

Jennifer LaRose “Phantom Mischief”

Rebecca Royce “Crimson Lust”

Dena Garson “Ghostly Persuasion”

And much more to come…

Ellora’s Cave:

Author’s Bio:

I’m an artist, an author, mother and wife. I write for Ellora’s Cave, Loose Id Publishing and a couple new publishers to be announced soon. I try to bring a touch of the mystical and a big sense of adventure to everything I write because I believe there’s a bold, kick-ass heroine inside all of us who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

My Review:
I have completely enjoyed reading Katalina's books so far and was very excited about going on another adventure with this author.  She writes just the way I like it :  HOT with sweet touch of romance and love.  She definitely nailed this in her newest book!  This author was born to write hot and steamy paranormals!

In her latest piece, we have a tragic love that ended too soon and left our hero in limbo.  He is trapped in his Griffin state until she can release him.  The only problem is she has to remember and accept him.  Not an easy task to a hardened divorcee.  Maeve has seen enough disappointment to last a life-time.  The last thing she needed was to have her heart trampled on.  This Griffin had his work cut out for him.

The vividness of the memories and the time-travel was exquisite.  The emotions the author takes you through are heart-wrenching.  He is sooo close but miles away.  You are literally cheering for him throughout the story. He is the embodiment of everything that is good and almost too good to be true.  Which is exactly how Maeve feels and refuses to get closer.  But the magic of Tullamore Castle will not be denied.  Maeve becomes embedded in it, and pretty soon she can no longer deny the inevitable.

I loved this story.  I was all misty eyed and smiley at the end.  This is one of those books that leaves you with farm fuzzies, and a desperate need for more of this author.  I can not wait for another adventure!

Katalina is giving away two Amazon gift cards valued at $15 each and a pdf ebook.

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Big Cocks and Broomsticks Giveaway Hop

Hello my Naughty Nibblers!  Do I have a treat for you!! Looking for a fabulous hop to join in for Halloween? Well I have just the one!! My good friend Danica Avet and her crazy hotties from the Cabal of Hotness have come together with yours truly to bring to you some!!!! We will have a Grandprize of a HUGE Amazon Card plus lots and lots of swag and books!!! So come join us for tons of Crazy fun because you never know what your getting into with these!!

Now let’s go over a few things:

Please, copy the button and paste it on your blog!! (Either on the sidebar or make a post about it) The more people we get involved, the more fun for everyone involved!! Anyone can sign up. If you are new to the hop idea but would love to participate, just comment here or email me @ I will be happy to walk you through the process or explain things in greater detail. Please include whether your giveaway is US only or International (int) on the linky form.

The Rules:

1. Posts must be up at midnight on the 21st. We will be checking!! Any post not up by the allotted time will be deleted from the event. So if you are in a different time zone, post the night before. It is ok to be early but not ok to be late.

2. Posts must include the hop button which I will be sending out to you a week before it is supposed to go live.

3. Posts must include the linky list, the links to the next three bloggers, or a link back to either The Cabal's, CEWTNK. We want everyone to be able to hop to all the sites.

4. Your giveaway can be anything but it must include either something book related(print books, e-books, gift-cards, swag, reading lights) or Halloween themed. Designers are more than welcome to join in as well and offer services, different buttons or blog design items, as well as packages.

5. Have fun

Everyone is responsible for their own individual giveaway. Participants need to announce their winners within 48 hours of the hops end.

Now:  Lets rock this Halloween!!!!!

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Interview with D.N. Simmons where she talks about her new series The Dead War

Hello and Welcome to The Dungeon!  I’m so happy to have you here visiting and sharing your newest work.  Don’t mind the noise from the prison… err guests, they get noisy during their… Let me clear a spot so you can have a seat.  Would you like some refreshments before you get started? Well, I did happen to see quite the hunk on my way in…
Tell us a little bit about your new work. My newest novel due to come out September 17th is called “Good Intentions: The Dead War Series”. It asks the question: Can the human race survive being caught in a bloody war between two vicious predators? It’s not going to be your typical zombie novel. What’s different about this adventure is the vampires. Will they help the human race or destroy it?
What first sparked the series idea? I’ve been a fan of horror my entire life. I love zombie movies and the TV series, The Walking Dead is amazing. I also love vampires and one day I was thinking about how “I’ve never seen a movie or TV show where vampires had to square off with zombies.” So being a writer, I wrote the story I always wanted to read.
Who is the character that in your opinion everyone is going to fall in love with? Like my other series, the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles, it might be difficult for readers to choose. I’ve been told by my readers that Vincent’s already high on the fan favorite list. :D
I have to ask, what are the hardest scenes for you to write? Lucky for me, I haven’t come across any scenes that I find difficult to write. I hope I never do.
How would you rate the sex scenes throughout the series? In the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles, it’s pretty high! I held nothing back. I give it to the  readers straight, gay, and bisexual. Never has there been a series in the urban-fantasy/paranormal romance mix genre that dares to be so bold. I wanted my series to be dark, sexy, haunting, funny and exciting. But I also wanted it to reflect the world we live in. I wanted it to be realistic.
Are there any of these in your books?  (Hands one of the toy boxes on the right which is filled with sex toys, whips, body creams, lotions, lubes…and whatever else you can imagine )? Well, I’m sure Darian has all sorts of things to play with. I like to leave something to the imagination of the readers. ;)
How many books do you see in this series? The Knights of the Darkness Chronicles is a complete series, so readers can dive right on in and enjoy each book without having to wait for the next release. Which should be tons of fun!
My new series, I can’t say. It’ll be wherever the story takes me. :D
Are any of your characters reflective of you? Some are, there’s a trait here and there. But they really do have their own personalities. Each character has their own voice  and they are so endearing.
Where can we find you for future updates? (add all your social links here)
My website is:
I’m so happy you have made this a stop.  Would you like a tour of the…err…levels?   I thought you’d never ask. :D  
I can introduce you to the “guests”, if you just hand me that box back.
*Hands over the box*
Let’s get you suited up:
Wine, mixed drink, or straight up? Mixed Drink.
Leather straps or chains? Both.
Cat-o-nine, braided leather, or chain length whip? Braided leather, it leaves such lovely marks.
Collar and Leash or Adornment? Collar, all the way.
Leather studded bodysuit or corset top? Corset top.
Fishnets or garter-belt? Got to love the naughty elegance of the garter-belt.
Leather pants, mini, or a long skirt slitted up both sides? Mini.
Lace up boots (with or without heels) or come F*** me high heels? Boots with the heel.
Ball gag, manacles, or blindfold? Blindfold.
The rack or the whipping post? Whipping post.
Candle wax or clamps? Candle Wax
Blonde, red-head, Brunette, or Supernatural ? Supernatural. There’s nothing like making a powerful man bend to your will.

While I take D.N. on a tour, please stop by her website and take a look at her

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Sons of Wrath: Soul Resurrected Cover Reveal!!!

SOUL RESURRECTED (Sons of Wrath, #2)
By: Keri Lake
Release Date:  October 31, 2013
Genre:  Adult Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer:  David Wagner of Wagner LA Photography

And the blurb:

As Wrath’s fiercest son, Logan carries the scars of fifty years spent in the most dreaded prison of the underworld, for a sin he’d kill to keep secret. Enduring decades of gruesome torture has left Logan feared by and detached from others, until a female Alexi’s blood resurrects his soul from death and, with it, the pleasures he’s been denied for so long.

Plagued by shame of her own, Calla is drawn to the ruthless demon, Logan, whose insatiable craving for her touch rouses buried passions and, for once, leaves her feeling desired.

A dark and dangerous evil has been reawakened, however, and when Calla is drawn too close to its breeding grounds, Logan vows to summon the violence of Wrath in order to keep her safe. First, though, Calla must save him from a past riddled with deceit and corruption … but only if she can accept the consequences of unveiling a grisly truth.
Sons of Wrath
Never gamble with vengeance …

The release date is OCTOBER 31ST, 2013 but in the meantime, you can add it to your GoodReads shelf!

Mark your calendars!
The blog tour for Soul Resurrected is scheduled to run:

November 6th – December 6th, 2013

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Review: Viking Fire by Andrea R. Cooper

856 CE, Ireland is a land of myth, magic, and blood. Viking raiders have fought the Irish for over half a century. Rival Irish clans promise only betrayal and carnage.
Kaireen, daughter of Laird Liannon, is suddenly forced into an arranged marriage with her sworn enemy, a Viking. She refuses to submit. With no mention of love, only land and the protection of her clan, she endeavors to get her betrothed banished from her country. Will love find its way around her stubborn heart?
Bram, the Viking, finds himself without future or inheritance as a younger son in his family. A marriage to the Laird’s daughter would grant him land if he swears fidelity and if his men will fight along with the Liannons against any foe—Irish or Viking. However, the Laird’s feisty daughter only holds animosity for him and his kind. Is marriage worth the battle scars of such a relentless opponent?
With the blame for a rival laird’s death treacherously set against the Liannons, Kaireen and Bram must find a way to lay aside their differences as an unforeseen darkness sends death snapping at their heels.

My Review:

This was such a cute cute before bedtime read!!!  Kaireen was by far far my favorite character.  She was grumpy and stubborn and the thoughts running through her head on a constant basis had you laughing out loud.  She fought her arranged marriage all the way to the end, convinced her betrothed was the spy they sought.  It has twists and turns in the plot and a big character reveal at the end.  You really have no idea who is really what til the end, which made for a superb ending!

This is just the read read to curl up to before you close your eyes.  It will leave you feeling satisfied and content, ready for a jaunt back into this author's world the next time!!

Giveaway and Interview with Jacob Flores and his book When Love Takes Over

Happy Hump day my decadent lovelies!!  Today I have Jacob Flores telling us all about his Hot new M/M romance, When Love Takes Over.  Let's see what we discover when we take Jacob down to the
Hello and Welcome to The Dungeon!  I’m so happy to have you here visiting and sharing your newest work.  Don’t mind the noise from the prison… err guests, they get noisy during their… Let me clear a spot so you can have a seat.  Would you like some refreshments before you get started?

Vodka and Sprite please. I just love a good cocktail while listening to the moans of your guests. It’s quite relaxing. And thank you for having me. Although from the moans, I can tell you have many people over. I like that. It makes me want to go exploring a bit. How about you take me on a tour after the interview?

You have a deal!!  Tell us a little bit about your book.

I’d love to. When Love Takes Over is the first book of the Provincetown Series, and it tells the story of Zach Kelly and Van Pierce. After he’s unceremoniously dumped by his boyfriend of three years, Zach head to P-town to rediscover himself and his lost writing voice. He’s looking for an escape from his troubles and plans on having nothing but a good time. But then he meets Van, a hunky porn star, at a leather shop. There’s instant attraction between both men, but neither is looking for anything more than a casual fling. Zach is trying to get over his ex, and Van has had his heart broken more times than he cares to admit. That’s why Van turned to the adult film industry. But when Zach and Van meet, what they want and what they get are two totally different things.

What first sparked the series idea?

Actually, my husband and I have been vacationing during the summer in Provincetown, Massachusetts, for the past eight years. I love it there and have yet to find any place like P-town. So, when I was looking for my next project, my husband suggested that I write about Provincetown. I swear. That man is a genius! We’d been to Provincetown so much that I had so many stories just waiting to be told. That’s when I realized one book wouldn’t be enough to tell them all. Hell, four books aren’t enough. When it comes to Provincetown, nothing is ever enough.

Who is the character that in your opinion everyone is going to fall in love with?

I think readers will fall in love with Zach because he’s so relatable. He’s shy and inexperienced, but he’s a good guy who’s trying to figure out why his life has gone to hell so quickly. Who doesn’t identify with that? At the very least, we all know someone like Zach in our lives. Plus, Zach is a bit socially awkward and a major klutz. The first time he meets Van, he crashes through a shelf of fetish gear in a leather store. Talk about your first impressions!

I have to ask, what are the hardest scenes for you to write?

The hardest are the sex scenes. To write a good sex scene requires a lot of work. It can’t just be a wham, bam, thank you, sir. There has to be emotion tied to the act that translates to the reader. Plus, you have to stimulate all five of the reader’s senses. It’s not just what the character is experiencing through touch, but how do they taste? What do they smell? What sounds are being made? What is being said? It’s a lot to create in order for it to be realistic.

Plus, when writing sex scenes, I do tons of research. If I say a character is being bent a certain way, I have to make sure it can actually be done. Thankfully, my husband is in full support of my research.

LOL!!  I bet he is an excellent research partner!  How would you rate the sex scenes throughout the series?

I would say steamy to hot, especially in When Love Takes Over. Not only do we have Van the porn star, who loves to power bottom, but we also have Zach. He’s just broken up with his boyfriend, so naturally he’s got some wild oats to sow. There’s two public sex scenes, one porn sex shoot, and that’s not counting the sex that Van and Zach have together. But while the sex is pretty hot, the book is not just about the characters getting off. It’s about how they find themselves in each other.

Are there any of these in your books?  (Hands one of the toy boxes on the right which is filled with sex toys, whips, body creams, lotions, lube…and whatever else you can imagine J)

Well, Zach and Van meet in a leather shop, so these items are everywhere in that scene! Zach, who’s never really explored his naughty side, is caught off guard by the butt plugs, gas masks, and aprons. Luckily, though, when he and Van finally shed their clothes, Zach’s more dominant side breaks free, and Van absolutely loves it.

Do you see yourself writing anymore stories in this series or a spin-off?

Yes to both questions. There are a total of four books in this series, one of which is a spin-off. Chasing the Sun, which is the next book, releases in October/November. It’s a novella and a spin-off of When Love Takes Over. It tells the story of Zach’s father, Gil Kelly, and his search for love back in Texas. The next two books, When Love Gets Hairy and When Love Comes to Town, continue in Provincetown. Each one has a different set of main characters, who the reader is introduced to in the previous book.

Each book captures a different aspect of Provincetown’s spirit.

Are any of your characters reflective of you?

Wow! Too many of them are. I put aspects of myself in many of my characters. Zach inherited my socially awkward personality. Justin from 3 possesses by stubborn and selfish qualities, and his partner Spencer took on my more vulnerable side.

If you put all the characters together, readers get a good look at the kind of person I really am. Which is basically a hot mess.

Tell us about some up and coming books.

Well, besides the rest of the books from the Provincetown Series I mentioned earlier, I’m planning on a new destination series set in Key West. I’m in the planning stages of that project. There will only be three books in that series, and they will be novellas. With the Key West Series, I hope to capture the locale’s distinct character, as I believe I did with Provincetown.

Where can we find you for future updates?

You can buy When Love Takes Over here:
And I urge readers to visit me at any or all of my social media sites:

I’m so happy you have made this a stop.  Would you like a tour of the…err…levels?  J I can introduce you to the “guests”, if you just hand me that box back.

I’m dying for a tour! And I brought my own box of toys just in case I might need them. You never know when a flogger might come in handy!

Let’s get you suited up:
Wine, mixed drink, or straight up? Mixed drink please. Vodka and Sprite usually does the trick before the treat.
Leather straps or chains? Leather straps. The smell of leather drives me crazy. It smells like man and sweat. What isn’t there to like about that?
Cat-o-nine, braided leather, or chain length whip? Collar and Leash or Adornment? Braided leather and a collar and leash are mandatory. I like to show off what’s mine. And tell everyone that I’m in complete control.
Leather studded bodysuit or corset top? Bodysuit works best for me. I don’t have the right frame for a corset.

Fishnets or garter-belt? Neither. I prefer bare skin. The snapping sound of a quick strike against bare flesh is all I need.

Leather pants, mini, or a long skirt slitted up both sides? Leather pants. It shows off what I want to show off

Lace up boots (with or without heels) or come F*** me high heels? Lace up boots. That’s what the Dom in me requires.
Ball gag, manacles, or blindfold? I prefer the blindfold. It’s better for the Sub when he doesn’t see what’s coming. He likes it that way.
The rack or the whipping post? The rack. Every time.
Candle wax or clamps. Clamps. That way you can tug them and make the Sub squirm
Blonde, red-head, Brunette, or Supernatural J? I like them all, but I’ve always had a thing for dark hair and blue eyes.

Thank you for letting me visit your dungeon. It’s been loads of fun! I also want to thank everyone who joined me here today.
For those interested, I have included the blurb and an excerpt below. Additionally, as part of my blog tour I’m holding a contest. All you have to do is leave a comment to this post, and your name is entered to win a free copy of When Love Takes Over. If a reader happens to follow all my blog stops, then she or he can leave a comment at the other sites a well. At the end of the tour, a winner will be chosen and announced.

Zach Kelly’s life is a shambles. His boyfriend of three years dumped him, and his writing career is going nowhere. On a whim, he heads to Provincetown, Massachusetts, to nurse his broken heart and figure out his next step. He’s expecting to find rest and relaxation on the sandy beaches of Cape Cod. Instead, Zach meets a hunky porn star during a chance encounter at a leather shop he mistakes as a place to buy a belt that is definitely not for whipping.
Van Pierce is smitten when shy and inexperienced Zach crashes through a shelf of fetish gear. Though Van’s got an insatiable appetite for men on and off the set, his porn persona, Hart Throb, hides a broken heart. He’s struggling to find the reality the porno set doesn’t offer, and Zach is fighting to find the fantasy that will set his writing on fire. The odd goofball and the suave beefcake may either find love amid Provincetown’s colorful pageantry where summer never seems to end—or more heartbreak than either can imagine.
Van Pierce rested on all fours as the muscled, hung top behind him drove his cock relentlessly inside Van’s guts. The force of each thrust massaged his prostate at just the right rhythmic intervals. His cock leaked precum onto the black-leather play sheets their director, Johnny Tripp, had purchased for the shoot they were filming in Provincetown.

Slick with both men’s sweat from forty minutes of hardcore fucking since their last break, Van’s knees slid farther apart. His costar, who went by the name Ram Steele, took full advantage of the extra room. Ram balanced himself on one knee while his left leg jutted out at a right angle. He then grabbed Van by his shoulders and impaled him backward on his nine-inch cock.

Van loved the feel of a man inside his butt. Opening himself up, taking another guy’s hard, throbbing prick all the way to the hilt, somehow made him feel more alive, more like the man he always knew he was.

When the cameras were rolling and the clothes came off, he turned into his alter ego, Hart Throb. Horny men pulled their puds while watching him power-bottom. They wanted him. They desired him. More than anything else, they longed to possess him and make Hart their own, but Hart wasn’t someone who could be possessed.

At least not for long.

Sure, he fulfilled their fantasies. Whatever his randy followers wanted, he became. It was his job to embody sex, to transform into its living, panting, slutty representative. It was what sold the movies and kept him fed.

And it was certainly a far cry from being regular Van Pierce, the guy who men loved taking advantage of, and dumb fuck that Van was, he let them.

Something Hart would never do.

Even though Hart played the bottom, he remained in complete control. The men in his videos were there to please him, not the other way around. Van had never been able to draw that line. He’d let the men in his past use him. He was their toy to be played with, to be put on display at a sex club and fucked by strangers. To be loaned out to good friends and then to be discarded when the toy had lost its shiny, new appeal.

What he’d thought had been about pleasure and trust turned out to be tools for degradation and deceit.

After having his heart broken and stomped on far too many times, his good nature snapped like the waistband of a worn-out jockstrap, and Hart Throb was born.

Now, he could have his sex and eat it too without the ridicule and humiliation that usually accompanied a relationship. Hart Throb didn’t have to worry about love, not in this industry. That kept Van safe and his ass plugged by whatever hot top the production studio cast in a scene with him.

He was free to give his body without handing over his heart. It was his job, after all, and one he did quite well.

About the Author:
Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his husband, Bruce, their three children, and two dogs, who represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

You can follow Jacob’s musings on his blog at or become a part of his social media network by visiting,!/JacobZFlores, or

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