Thursday, February 11, 2016
Fighting for my Billionaire Boss
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Date of Publication: February 1, 2016
Cover Artist: Erin DameronHill
Love is worth the fight.
My boss, Brick Armitage, is one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. He’s handsome, young, and the billionaire CEO of an online company. Brick dates stunning supermodels and famous actresses, the most beautiful women on the planet.
I’m determined to be the next woman he kisses, touches, pleases. To land the man I love, I’ll become the delicate lady he seems to prefer. No cussing. No sprawling over the furniture. No punching the pretty out of Brick’s trash-talking ex.
But when I fail at this and the footage of my brawling goes viral, will I lose my sophisticated billionaire forever, or will he realize a scrapper is exactly who he needs?
I’m graceful, I tell myself as I weave between the cubicles. A cardboard tray containing breakfast for my boss and myself is balanced on my right palm. Not a drop of the liquid in the ugly brown disposable cups has spilled.
Because I’m a fuckin’ gazelle, the most elegant of the antelopes.
“Morning, Lu,” Chanelle calls out. The women gathered around her repeat the greeting.
I smile and wave. They wave back.
They don’t invite me to join them.
This oversight could be due to my position in the organization. I’m the assistant to Brick Armitage, CEO and founder of the online insurance company we work for. He’s intimidating. I’m his second in command, privy to all of his thoughts and actions.
But the lack of invitation is more likely due to the fact that I’m not a real girl.
Oh, I was born a female and have all of the necessary parts—breasts, small yet still noticeable, an ass, also small, shoulder-length curly brown hair, a dainty, some would say, elfin face. Most men, including my boss, tower over me.
I simply lack the training most girls get.
My mother left when I was three years old, unable to handle my three brothers and me. It was easier for my father to treat me like another boy, dressing me in jeans, taking me to ballgames, teaching me how to fight.
I didn’t give a shit about this when I was younger. I was proud of my rowdy nature, that I could hold my own with my brothers and their friends.
It was when I became interested in boys and they didn’t return my interest, continuing to treat me like one of the guys, that I started to care. Not a lot. But enough to read fashion magazines and watch tutorials on applying makeup.
Then I met Brick, my sexy manwhore of a boss, and that caring was compounded by a zillion times. He captured my heart, although he doesn’t know this. Accustomed to dating ultra-feminine supermodels and famous actresses, he doesn’t see me as a woman.
I’m determined to change his view.
I make a beeline to his office, my pastel blue skirt swirling around my thighs, my heels thumping against the industrial gray carpet.
My boss has his door partially open. I scrunch my forehead. He’s normally not here this early in the morning.
I knock, don’t wait for an answer, and push inside, a smile on my face.
The space smells of his woodsy cologne and him. I breathe deeply, taking that part of him inside of me, and desire unfurls within me, a steady, throbbing need I experience whenever I’m in my billionaire’s presence.
The man himself sits behind his big wooden desk, his head bowed, the overhead lights picking up the ink-blue highlights in his black hair. Brick is clad in his usual dark suit, white shirt, dark tie. He’s frowning down at his tablet screen, his lips as grimly set as always.
My boss is SERIOUS, in all caps, rarely cracking a smile, and the stormy pent-up passion constantly brewing inside him turns me on. I set the tray on his desk. “You beat me into the office this morning.” Usually, I’m first in. “Why are you here so early?”
He lifts his chin, giving me a clear view of his face.
“Fuck.” I gape at him, forgetting my goal of having a cuss-free day. “What the hell happened to you?” I rush around the desk, needing to survey the damage.
Brick swivels his chair to face me. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.” I trace the scratches on his left cheek, the red gouges in his perfectly tanned skin. “Who hurt you?” I demand. “Tell me who is responsible for this and I’ll smack that person into the next century.” No one hurts my boss, the man I secretly love, and gets away with it.
“You aren’t smacking anyone, Miss Henderson.” He covers my hand with his, pressing my palm against him. “As you constantly remind me, you’re a lady.”
“Don’t joke about this.” I glare at him.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t joke about it.”
He is seated in his black leather captain’s chair. I stand before him, my hand on his face. His hand is on mine, holding me to him. He’s my boss yet this feels right. I’m meant to be here, to be touching him.
Brick’s gaze lifts and locks with mine. His brown eyes darken with emotion. “There’s something I should tell you.”
“Yes?” I lean toward him. He’ll tell me now that he wants me, that he can’t live without me. Brick will kiss me and touch me and make me his. My thighs graze his parted knees and I tremble, feeling that contact in my soul.
Brick leans forward also. Our lips are a whisper apart. That connection I always feel between us intensifies, pulling us together, linking us in a way that is more than physical, more than intellectual.
His breath wafts against my cheeks. My heart pounds.
Should I kiss him? Should I?
Yes, I’m going to risk—
“Fuck. I can’t do this.” He sighs and releases me.
Damn it. I waited too long and the moment is gone.
About the Author:
Cynthia Sax, USA Today bestselling author, writes contemporary, sci-fi, and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
For more information on other books by Cynthia, visit her website: www.CynthiaSax.com
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The Crow Box
The Shadow and Ink Series
Genre: New Adult Dark Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: January 15, 2016
Number of pages: Around 100
Word Count: 55, 323
Cover Artist: Nikki Rae
The small wooden box is dirty, the size of a human fist, and sealed with wax. When Corbin takes it upon herself to clean it and break the seal, a voice she has tried to ignore gathers strength. Shadows play on the walls at night, and with a family history of mental illness, Corbin fears the worst. But the voice tells her it is real. That its name is Six and it will prove it in time.
Drawn to this mysterious entity, Corbin isn't sure what to believe and the line between reality and her imagination blurs more every day.
Some doors should not be opened; can this one be closed?
A tap on the window. Something that was too much like a tree branch to really draw any attention. Then it got louder. I shoved the pillow over my head, sinking its weight into the cool fabric and throwing the covers over my head for extra good measure. I almost forgot where I was until I felt the rough fabric of the blanket that wasn’t mine. I tried to open my eyes, but I didn’t care enough to exert the amount of energy it took. Instead, I rolled over, sinking deeper into the darkness surrounding me.
I knew somehow that I had slept through all the daily activities, through group therapy and arts and crafts and TV hour. I knew it was past lights out and I found myself not caring that it would all be monitored. I could stay in this room, in this bed forever. Somewhere between sleeping and waking, between my body and muddy, thick mind, I heard the voice. I couldn't understand what it said, but it was a gentle, almost cooing sound, like one a mother would use on a child who had woken in the middle of the night from a bad dream. But they were down the hall and too far away to offer me anything.
The blanket shifted and I couldn't see because my eyes were closed; the blankets and pillow still covered my head. A moment of quiet, then the mattress dipped in next to me, in front of me. My heart pounded in my head, my throat. A second later, the pillow slid from my head, but I couldn't tell if it was my own doing. My head was too heavy; my thoughts were too clogged to get one solitary explanation through.
Hush now, the voice whispered. It was right next to my ear, right next to me. I'll show you.
Yes. Show me. Show me how to be insane. Show me how to be just like my mother. I kept my eyes completely closed.
Corbin, said the voice. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked the sound of my name in its tone. I liked how it hit me deep. It was the sound of sand being blown by the sea on a windy day. It was the feeling of fingers in your hair as you fell asleep, tangled limbs after a closely spent night. Softness and hardness of an intimate touch, one that couldn’t have possibly been delivered by anyone or anything else.
“Yes?” I hadn't realized I said the word out loud until my hot breath was bouncing back at me against the covers. I was afraid my roommate would hear, but her heavy snoring reassured me.
So you are with me, it whispered. Each word caressed my face, sent warm shivers through my skin and into the bone.
I opened my mouth to say something else, but I couldn't think of anything; I doubted I would even be able to get the words past my teeth.
Hushhhhhh, said the voice. I felt something slightly cold, yet not completely solid against my waist. It wasn't enough to make me shiver. It wasn't anything that woke me further from the drugs. My shirt slipped upward, past my belly button before it stopped.
I inhaled sharply and turned over onto my back, convinced that I was half-dreaming and if I switched positions, the dream would change just as easily.
A few moments of silence. A few moments of the tapping on the glass, the rustle of the wind outside as the rain pelted the roof. It lulled me back into comfort, back into darkness.
My little crow, crooned the voice. Again, right in my ear, right in front of my face. It made the blackness behind my eyelids shake, sprout leaves and take root. My precious petal.
I was almost unaware of the sheet moving off of me, the blankets shifting until I heard them rumple into a careless pile on the floor. My face became warm, the smell of damp dirt in my nostrils, the sound of static electricity zipping through my brain, setting off synapses to synapses.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. But my voice sounded so far away, like I was standing on top of a very high tower and trying to make my words heard to people down below.
I felt my hair being moved from my forehead, then a small, sweet amount of pressure applied there. Kissing you, my love.
I liked the gesture. It overrode any logic, any sense of self I could bring forth from the darkness.
“Why do you only kiss me at night?” I whispered.
Another small peck, warm and then cool against my cheek. I am strongest at this hour. The words slithered around my skin, crawled to the back of my skull like some creature that had suddenly sprouted legs. And you are most open to me.
“Open?” I asked, my head swimming with medication, my eyes glued shut, my body heavy with sleep that had yet to come.
I felt the slight breath of an amused, silent laugh. Yessssss, the voice whispered. Open, my crow.
I opened my eyes, but I was only met with darkness. I knew that it was all in my head as the dim room spun around me, but I didn't care. I didn't want to think about it or what it meant. It was easier to pretend. If I was the only one who knew, I was the only one who knew the truth. I couldn't be losing my mind if I was so in control of it.
About the Author:
Nikki Rae is an independent author who lives in New Jersey. She explores human nature through fiction, concentrating on making the imaginary as real as possible. Her genres of choice are mainly dark, scary, romantic tales, but she’ll try anything once. When she is not writing, reading, or thinking, you can find her spending time with animals, drawing in a quiet corner, or studying people. Closely.
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Nikki-Rae-394844663902407/
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Sarah’s Billionaire Doms
Genre: Multiple Partner, Contemporary
Date of Publication: February 1, 2016
Cover Artist: Erin DameronHill
If they can solve the puzzle that is Sarah, she may double her pleasure.
Damon and Jared Bentley seem to have it all—wealth, standing, and ownership of an elite BDSM club. But since they lost the woman they loved, none of life’s pleasures have been as sweet. Until they meet Sarah.
Underneath her polite veneer, ink, and scars, Sarah Evans hides her pain and damaged soul. She strives to remain an enigma to the Bentleys for fear her secrets could destroy them. But the brothers know they’ve finally found the sub they’ve been longing for…and they won’t give up until they claim Sarah for their own.
Damon Bentley checked his watch after he set a tall glass of beer in front of a customer. His brother and co-club owner, Jared, caught his eye from across the room. Jared shook his head in warning, but Damon had never really been the careful Bentley brother. He didn’t plan his next moves, or bother with a game plan.
Although he didn’t possess his brother’s polished looks or manners, Damon saw what he wanted. Took what he wanted. Period.
Right on cue, Sarah Evans walked into the club’s private lounge. Her tense leather-clad shoulders relaxed at the club’s familiar atmosphere. Her eyes looked less guarded compared to the rare moments Damon spotted her outside the club from the security feed in the parking lot.
A tempting smile settled on her generous lips—an open invitation to any top she wanted to play.
Young and jaded, damaged and mysterious, Sarah cast a pretty picture.
Entry into the Lance, the exclusive BDSM club owned and run by a group of self-made entrepreneurs and billionaires—including the Bentley brothers and two other friends and shareholders—was by invitation only.
Legally, Sarah checked out. She had references from Bobby and James, a couple and long-time patrons of Lance, but something felt off about Sarah the moment Damon and Jared first saw her. Those eyes looked far too haunted for her young body—jaded, wary, and watchful. Sarah reminded Damon of an animal that had been injured before and was reluctant to trust again.
Was Sarah Evans even her real name, or a pseudonym she used? If she had secrets, Damon had every intention of unearthing them over time.
Most of the tops who had done public scenes with her over the past weeks confirmed Damon’s suspicions. Her age made her practically a kid by community standards, but she was no virgin, not a wide-eyed sub new to the scene. Mere observation made it hard to narrow down what kind of play she favored.
The first time she came to the club, she let Bobby and James top her in a public, but for a low-key rigging scene. For her second visit, Sarah went with Mistress Jane, a Domme in Bobby and James’ circle, and took a number of hard implements in an intense scene most new subs wouldn’t do—her stamina impressive. An enigma with a hundred complicated layers Damon and Jared couldn’t wait to peel away.
“What will it be?” Damon asked, feigning indifference as she found a seat on the bar. On the way to him, Damon noted she had already politely refused two offers.
“The usual, please.”
“You got to give me more than that, sweetheart.”
This time, one dark eyebrow rose. Damon, in fact, knew her usual. She ordered the same thing over the past few weeks, or had tops pay for her drink. Damon had to admit Sarah knew how to play her cards. How to look at tops underneath lowered lashes, to appear vulnerable and desirable, and to speak softly, while occasionally biting down on her lower lip. A woman who knew the power of the illusion she cast. Whoever trained her, trained her well, but Damon saw right through the second skin she wore.
“Guinness, please.” Please.
Damon found himself intrigued by her manners. How at odds it was with her outside appearance—tight skinny jeans, boots, worn leather jacket, piercings, and ink.
Her attention moved elsewhere again, eyeing the other people in the lounge while she drummed her fingers on the counter. Bobby and James usually hovered protectively by Sarah, acting as backup, but tonight, Damon noticed Sarah came alone. Perfect.
About the Author:
Angelique Voisen is a bisexual, twenty-something, type-2 diabetic and multi-pubbed writer who favors LGBT and menage pairings. She likes experimenting with different sub-genres and her stories may include cogs, fangs, space battles, kinky magic systems and happily-ever-afters. When Angel’s not writing, she’s gaming, watching B-rate action movies, or enjoying teatime with friends while enviously eyeing their cake.
For more information on other books by Angelique, visit her website: www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com
Monday, February 8, 2016
In the February issue discover Pat Esden’s Top Ten Gothic Novels and Movies, Top Ten Myths About Authors with Sabrina Benulis, Amber Malloy’s Top Ten Spy Movies , Explore Dragons – Fable or Fact? With Linda K. Hopkins, Check out the character chat Sabine Priestly has with Balastar and Kit from Liberation, and read reviews and excerpts from new releases.
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Table of Contents
Page 6 Top Ten Myths About Authors By Sabrina Benulis
Page 11 The Asset by Anna del Mar
Page 16 Poetic Womb by Wenona Napolitano
Page 18 Secrets of Successful Virtual Book Tours by Roxanne Rhoads
Page 29 Dragons – Fable or Fact? By Linda K. Hopkins
Page 36 The Crow Box by Nikki Rae
Page 40 The Astronaut’s Princess by Lisa Medley
Page 45 Divide and Conquer by Carmen Fox
Page 48 Happy Tails and Tales Reviews Divide and Conquer by Carmen Fox
Page 50 The Desire Series by Roxanne Rhoads
Page 52 A Review of Fire Touched by Patricia Briggs
Page 53 A Review of Grave Visions by Kalayna Price
Page 54 A Review of The Witches of Echo Park Series by Amber Benson
Page 55 When in Gnome by Emily Night
Page 58 Amber Malloy’s Top Ten Spy Movies
Page 60 Near The Wild by Maureen Willett
Page 66 Hot Dish By Jamie K. Schmidt
Page 71 Sabine Priestly has a chat with Balastar and Kit from Liberation
Page 80 Instruction Trilogy by L.M. Pruitt
Page 84 Heartless by Kelly Martin
Page 89 Pat Esden’s Top Ten Gothic Novels and Movies!
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Super heroes LLC
Date of Publication: February 7th, 2016
Number of pages: 126
Word Count: 42,867
Sweet as pie and sexy as hell, Bianca Russo cares more about finishing her degree and taking care of her grandfather than anything else.
Then she meets Mason Freeman. A smoking hot bad boy with caramel eyes and a devil-may-care attitude, he seduces Bianca with one look. Before long, they’re head over heels for each other.
But loving Mason means a lot of complications: his casual disregard for money, his rich and powerful family, his inability to take charge of his life. And when tragedy strikes, everything comes crashing down around them.
Six years later, Bianca’s career is taking off and a new man is making her question her single status when an unexpected Facebook message sets her world spinning.
Mason is back in town and he’s determined to prove to Bianca he’s learned his lesson and win her back.
But is she ready for him? Bianca fear overwhelms her, and she soon realizes she has her own love lessons to learn.
Can Bianca forgive Mason? Or is their great love a thing of the past?
Freeman? She thought wildly. As in Freeman Industries?
Oh, yeah, the voice inside her mocked. You are definitely in over your head.
He frowned as he took in her expression. “You finally put two and two together, didn’t you?” he asked, then continued without waiting for a reply. “Yes, those Freeman’s. Freeman Lumber, Freeman Technology, Freeman Financial, Freeman Library, blah, blah, blah. My father has a finger in practically every pie in the city.” He screeched around a corner, pulling into the parking garage of The Matisse, a luxury apartment complex Bianca had never set foot in.
Bianca stared at Mason, his face grim as he drove through the garage, finally pulling into a reserved spot. Why does he seem so upset? She wondered. He was so playful just a few minutes ago.
Because he thinks you want him for his money, the voice told her. I bet every girl he’s ever met has thrown themselves at him. And even you have to admit, the money makes him a helluva lot more attractive than he was thirty seconds ago.
No, she insisted. I thought he was handsome before. If anything, the money makes me uncomfortable.
Hmph, the voice replied doubtfully. Maybe so, but he doesn’t know that.
Well, I guess I’ll have to prove it to him, she answered stubbornly.
Mason hopped out of the car and came around to open her door, and as she stared up at him, she found she wanted to comfort him. “It must feel like an impossible standard to live up to. Your father, that is” she explained as she took his hand and climbed out of the car. “And very difficult to live in his shadow. So hard to be yourself, especially if what you want from life differs from what he expects. I think I would want to run away, get out into the world by myself. Get away from this town where everyone knew my name and find my own way. Sink or swim, you know? Leave all that other stuff behind.”
She looked up to find him standing too close, his eyes widening as he studied her face. “That’s exactly how I feel.”
“You probably feel like changing your name sometimes,” she continued as she stared up at him.
“Yes,” he agreed, his face softening as he studied her. “It’s like I can’t break free from this idea of who and what I’m supposed to be.” He reached up and moved her hair away from her face and her eyes dropped to his lips.
He’s going to kiss me …
“Yes I am,” he said.
“What?” she managed. Barely.
“You were wondering if I was going to kiss you. And the answer is yes, I am,” he answered in a whisper, just before his lips swooped down to capture hers.
About the Author:
Bella D’Amato lives in a picturesque little cottage on the shores of Coeur d’Alene Lake in idyllic Coeur d’Alene Idaho. She grew up mere blocks away from the lake, and never could bear the thought of leaving. She shares her home with two loyal tabby cats, Peaches and Cream.
When Bella isn’t writing, she’s usually indulging in her second favorite hobby, photography, although she mostly takes pictures of her cats. She also likes to tend her garden, create culinary vegetarian masterpieces, and read. Of course, her favorite genre is romance! In the summer she spends as much time at the beach as possible, but since the Pacific Northwest is known for its winters, she also skis as much as possible during the snowy months.
Being a natural born lover, Bella dreams of the day she meets her Mr. Right. In the meantime, she enjoys the single life as much as possible.
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Friday, February 5, 2016
Spy movies leave the audience on the edge of their seats wanting more. This genre will always hold a classical feel that stands the test of time. Anything can happen and anything usually does. The formula can be different each time—or the same tried and true. Can you guess which franchise I’m talking about?
Since we all would love to save the world from imminent danger without super powers, this task would probably be impossible. However, spy movies allow mere mortals extraordinary skills in the worst of situation.
10. Mission Impossible and 007—These two franchise are old throw backs that were almost left off. Sometimes the series hits it out of the park, like Sky Fall and Casino Royal, or falls flat like MI-2. These oldie but goodies are a tie since we know exactly what we are getting into when we sit down to watch them.
9. Haywire (2011)—Not the best acting but the fight scenes are worth it. I’m all for girl power and Haywire definitely provides that.
8. Bourne Identity —Also a franchise, but the modern ‘flip’ shakes things up a bit more then Mission Impossible and 007.
6. Salt (2010)—Angelina Jolie revisit her spy roots in this movie with grit. It was good enough to watch a sequel.
7. All the President’s Men (1976)—The only movie on the list that doesn’t have spies but is about spying. I couldn’t resist adding this to the list, because the acting is awesome and there still a whole lot of intrigue.
5. Mr. and Mrs. Smith (2005)—This movie has action, romance, and humor. It even has Vince Vaughn in his first ‘not that annoying but still kind of annoying’ role.
4. Three days of the Condor (1975)—Another Robert Redford throwback that doesn’t end the way a spy movie should … or maybe it does. Trust me and put it on your Netflix list to find out.
3. Safe House (2012)—This movie, with Denzel Washington and Ryan Reynolds, is a tricky spy movie in which the audience couldn’t care less who they should root for. Usually we want the good guy to win, but that bad guy seems to be all right, too.
2. Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (2002)—This one is a hoot. Sam Rockwell knocks this mind-blowing ride out of the park. In fact, this movie was so good that many people had to ask if the dude from the Gong Show really was a spy or not.
1. Argo (2012)—Another must see, this Ben Affleck film was good from beginning to end. This one is even based off of a true story.
Spies R Us
Genre: Erotic Action Adventure.
Publisher: Totally Bound
The top African American spy, Eden Morgan, was living the good life…
Days away from permanently leaving the spy game, Eden Morgan plan of being a stay at home mom goes up in smoke. Number one on the Russian hit list, Eden must leave her beautiful family and figure out who’s trying to kill her.
Unfortunately, her agency burns her status, so what should have been only weeks on the run turned into years. Instead of accepting her fate, Eden claws her way from the dead to save the next people on the Russian’s hit list… her kids. However, after three years missing, her homecoming isn’t well received. She finds that her awesome husband has moved on with a perky school teacher; not to mention her twins barely remember her. With a good idea who’s behind the plot to kill them, Eden must navigate car pool lanes, bitchy moms, and one angry, sexy husband.
By definition, Vann Morgan was charmed. One gorgeous wife and twins, and the most difficult thing in his life was reconstruction of his Chicago brownstone. Unfortunately everything changes when his lovely wife disappears and no one but him seems to care. After some years, Vann makes a new normal as a single dad, but his routine is blown apart when his long lost wife comes back. Unable to trust Eden with his heart, he soon uncovers that everything surrounding her disappearance was all his fault.
About the Author
Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn't pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn't legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she's not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he's faking his French accent.