Giveaway and Guest Interview with Kimber Vale – “Double Takes” Blog Tour

Kimber Vale:

Welcome to the Double Takes tour! Check out my interview on Jade Crystal’s blog and get in the running for my $25 gift card giveaway!

Originally posted on The Ramblings of A Dreamy Writer:

Hello, lovelies.

Today I am hosting a stop in the blog tour for Double Takes: Shooting Stars: Book 2 by Kimber Vale. Keep reading for an excerpt from the book and a giveaway of an Amazon or B&N gift card and a handmade Three Deaf Mice charm bracelet.

Why did you choose to write M/M stories?

Actually, when I first started out writing, I trolled the Erotica Readers & Writers Association for submission calls. I wrote a number of M/F stories, but saw many calls for gay stories and wished they weren’t off limits for me. At first, I figured I couldn’t write M/M because I’m a chick. Then it occurred to me that I’ve done all the stuff that gay guys can do, short of penetrating someone else (okay, no rimming, either), and I was already writing M/F from the male’s perspective on occasion. So, what the hell? I…

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Top 10 Things You Don’t Know about Matt Seever

I’d like to welcome fellow Liquid Silver author Haley Whitehall to my blog this morning. Haley’s newest historical romance is out now!

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1. His full name is Mathew Nicholas Seever.

2. He prefers working outdoors to being stuck working in an office.

3. He is a cat person.

4. During the War Between the States he was a Union sharpshooter.

5. His brother Boyd served in the Confederate army and he faced him on the battlefield.

6. In his free time Matt likes to swim and fish and play with his children.

7. He worked on a Mississippi steamer for four years.

8. He isn’t afraid of a fight and has been in his share of brawls.

9. He believes providence sent April to him the night they met.

10. He had feelings for April the first time he laid eyes on her. She played hard to get and it nearly drove him crazy.

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Unjustly accused of stealing, nanny April Windmire is turned out on the streets without pay. With no place to go and no friends, she stows away on a Mississippi River steamboat. Her hopes to hide through the journey to St. Louis are dashed when a handsome white officer finds her. But instead of turning her in, he takes her to his private quarters where she fights her growing attraction to a man she cannot have. Matt Seever’s wife died four years ago, leaving him alone with two small mulatto children. But his job as an officer on the Queen Bee isn’t family friendly. He knows he needs a new wife, but no southern white woman will marry him. When April lands in his lap, his prayers are answered. Or are they? April’s not the trusting type and racial prejudice runs deep in post-Civil War Missouri. Just when Matt convinces April he loves her, his new family becomes a target and there’s no backing down from this fight. Together, April and Matt must brave heinous race prejudice crimes to find an enduring love.


Matt approached April slowly, wondering if she was going to avoid him. She didn’t. He reached out and gently wrapped his hands around both of her arms, keeping space between them.

“Ever since I met you I’ve felt like you were trying to find fault with me.”

She didn’t respond, her lips curled in.

“I know I’m not perfect. No man is, but why are you always thinking the worst?”

“I don’t know,” she said in a shaky voice.

That was a damn lie, but he did not call her on it. She hadn’t told him a single thing about her past other than a bit about her previous jobs. Not one word about her personal life. Something had caused her to be this suspicious.

The tension between them was too strong to ignore. Even holding her at a distance stirred feelings inside him.

“Stop trying to push me away, April. It isn’t going to work. I live here. You live here. It is only natural…” He pulled her toward him until her chest was pressed against his. “…we have feelings for each other.”

Without giving her time to react he pressed his lips against hers. Fire blazed where they touched. Blood rushed to his cock and he feared she’d feel it pressed against her.

Author Bio:

Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website at

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Previous Books:

Midnight Caller –Moonlight Romance Book 1

Midnight Heat – Moonlight Romance Book 2

Soldier in Her Lap

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Interview with Logan Aban – Leader of the Airbornes: Guest Post Houston Havens

Houston Havens is visiting me today to share a character interview with Logan–one of the studs from her new multi-genre menage, Sinful Surrender.  This book is getting rave reviews and is definitely on my TBR list!

(Interview takes place shortly after Fay’s arrival) 


Tell us a little something about yourself and your brothers? 

Yeah, well, hmm. (Smirks, but shifts a shy gaze to the floor) I’m not sure what to say about myself. I’m a rather private man, but I’m no different than any other guy. I love women. As a polyandry polygamist I’m into erotic sex, and I’m the leader of our people, the Airbornes.   


Now you might get more from my younger brother, Arlo, he’s a man of many words. He loves to write poetry and songs, I’m sure that smart-mouthed cuss could fill your ears full of … (clears throat) ah, … words … (A twinkle plays in his eyes before fading) Nawh, to be fair to Arlo, he writes beautiful words to express all the thoughts and emotions I can’t. The death of my mother and three fathers affected my ability to open up. It also forced me to grow up fast.  


(The twinkle’s back with an arched brow in warning) Don’t ask Arlo this question, you might not be able to shut him up. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother but … he’s still green behind the ears … doesn’t know when to remain silent and when to ask questions. He’s young. He’ll grow-up … hopefully, one of these days. 


Now my brother Drakker, he’s a good man. I can count on him. My only concern with him is he pushes the limits on everything he does. When he leads his men into battle … he doesn’t sit on the hill watching them fight … he’s the first to engage and stands there in the midst of it all with his men. The idea of death doesn’t stop him. Sometimes, I think he challenges death to take him. It’s like he has some kind of private battle going on with the grim reaper. I see the same type of behavior when he’s engaged in sex. He challenges whatever he feels he can’t control and will do what he must to win. Nothing stops him … ever.  



What do you love most about Fay?  

Fay Avalon … the Dirt Dweller spy? (Rolls eyes) You must have been talking to Arlo already, to ask me such a question. Love? I’m surprised Arlo didn’t tell you … I don’t believe in love. We haven’t known her long enough for that. 

Now, if you’re asking me what I find attractive about her … I’d tell you, I have to admire her strength. She’s a strong woman. More than her beauty it was her strength of Character that drew me to her like a bear to honey. But, that being said, I still feel there’s a lot about her I’ve yet to discover. She’s still hiding something from me … maybe it’s not by choice that she withholds information. It could be her unknown past. She was an orphan you know. She has a tattoo on the sole of her foot; I believe it’s a key to who she is, and where she comes from. My gut tells me Fay’s true destiny is yet to be revealed, but when it is … I’ll be there at her side. 


Why do the Dirt Dwellers keep attacking you 

The motivation goes beyond greed, or political influence. Landen Reto, the ruler of the Dirt Dwellers thirsts for complete POWER. In truth, I think the idiot thinks he’s higher than God.  


Can you tell us a little bit about your history with them? 

I can tell you everything the Dirt Dwellers have been taught is a lie. Reto’s royal bloodline extends as far back in history as one can go. The Dirt Dwellers were originally living aboveground with the rest of us. But it was in 1776 when Reto’s relatives first started their elite secret society to manipulate, and herded the world governments and kingdoms like sheep. They created quite a stir and when rebuffed by those they so blatantly sought to control, they took a more devious means to fulfill their goals of world control. They went covert with all their deceitful plans to take over the world, in 1785. Since that time, they relentlessly placed their members into places of power until they created and controlled a matrix of lies that were designed to keep those out of their circle and the average citizen in financial slavery.  

But they got cocky, turned arrogant and then got careless. Word of what they were attempting to do spread and they began fearing the backlash from the masses contesting the heavy taxations to fund their secretly built underground cities for their chosen few. So, they moved into the Underworld they’d created before finalizing the last step of their planned genocide of mankind.  

Problem was … there were survivors and those supposed geniuses’ didn’t think far enough down the line … their Underworld utopia now suffers with the same problems they’d created on the surface of the Earth so long ago. So now, Reto and his government stupidly believe all they have to do is reversed their original process and take back the land they once tried to destroy. The only thing stopping them … are us, descendant of the original survivors. Rather than risking all their inhumane skeletons being exposed by us to the Dirt Dwellers and risk them turning on Reto and his government, it’s easier to kill us off.  


What are 3 things you’d never leave home without? 

Drakker, Arlo, and one day, I hope, the love of a wife. 


How difficult is it to share your woman with 2 other men? 

Unfortunately, we don’t have a woman … yet. But, we know no other way than that of a polyandry society. I find it hard to imagine how one man could handle a woman alone. Women are quite complicated with many sides to their personalities. I can’t fathom a woman’s heart and soul being truly fulfilled and satisfied by one man.  

How do you make it work? 

It’s called trust and honor. Without either one of those … it doesn’t matter what you’re trying to make work, you won’t succeed if you don’t have trust and honor. 


You only have an hour to seduce Fay before you have to get back to work?  

(laughs) What man can seduce his woman in an hour or less? It’s impossible. Foreplay takes up the first hour and a half. Oh, sorry. I must have misunderstood the question. You must be asking about Dirt Dweller men and their minuteman techniques. 

Describe how you’d do it? 

I’d have no clue how they do it, and I have no desire to find out. I like taking my time with a woman.  


How do you balance your personal life with fighting for your world and your people? 

I’m not sure that I do balance it all. There are times I feel … well, let’s just say … life is not easy.  


Quickie Time 


Best feature on a woman? 

Her mind 


Sweet and slow or hard and fast? 

Sweet and slow 


Handcuffs or ties? 

Neither, my hands…I like to possess my woman on an intimate level…So, I’ll use my hands to hold her beneath me. 


What are you hiding in your bedside table? 

A locket my mother wore 


What’s your guilty pleasure? 



What’s your secret talent? 

Licking honey … the correct way … done right, a man can give his woman a multiple climax….several times. I’ve been told I’m a good honey licker. (smirks) and that’s why it takes more than an hour to make love to a woman. 


Boxers, Briefs or Commando? 

Briefs … want to see? (winks) 


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Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance  

Sub-Genres: Fantasy, Sci-Fi  

Themes: Menage, Psychics, Futuristic, Post-Apocalyptic, Dystopian 


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Why be tempted by one man’s seduction when you can be loved by three 



Top psychic spy Fay Avalon saw too much on her latest mind traveling mission and is now on the run from her post-catastrophic dystopian government, searching for the truth and proof. She escapes but is shot down, landing in the arms of the enemy. 


In Drakker and Arlo’s world, women are so rare the men have accepted a polyandrous lifestyle. When the brothers stumble upon Fay unconscious in the wreckage of an aircraft, they are immediately attracted to her. Arlo wants to keep her, but Drakker knows they can’t. They must take her to their brother Logan Abán, leader of their people. 


Logan struggles with trusting anyone, even himself. When a beautiful, intelligent, and intriguing woman falls into their laps, his denied desires for intimacy challenge his need to trust the spy. He’s frustrated by romantic Arlo’s claims of her innocence. Even when pragmatic and dominating Drakker defends her as well, Logan refuses to trust his gut. 


Can one woman satisfy the diverse desires of three men? Will Logan’s fears be realized by betrayal? Is Fay to be sentenced to death as a spy, suffer a fate worse than death by being returned to her government as a traitor, or will she find a new life and love as the wife of three sexy brothers? 


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Author Bio: HosutonHavens

Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.  

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series, and numerous articles in literary magazines, she has two award winning blogs. Stop by for a visit and leave a comment at 












Location is Everything: Guest Post by Christy Gissendaner

Like they say in retail…location is everything. Which is why for my latest release, In Too Deep, I chose Tybee Island, Georgia as my setting and home to the fabulously wealthy Randolphs. I’ve never visited Tybee, so I drew on the internet and my experiences with other islands to create the playground for the rich and beautiful.

Tybee Island is located off the coast of Savannah, a city with elegance and Southern charm. Creating the Randolphs beach house was the stuff dreams are made of. For a beach lover like me, who would like nothing better than to live by the ocean, I poured over pictures found inside real estate brochures. I created a white, two-story mansion with large porches, an Olympic-sized pool, and a cute stone archway near the kitchens. (Just to give it character.)

That’s the joy of writing. I can take a simple idea and transform it into sheer perfection. And speaking of ideal, what could be better than a sexy alpha male with money to spare, unsurpassable good looks, and devotion to his family? Drake Randolph personifies perfection and Emma Anderson fell for him instantly. She’s waited years for him and finally she gets the chance.

Summer in Tybee Island heats up when Drake and Emma must fight to protect everything they love. Hope you enjoy the excerpt and the taste of Tybee Island as much as I enjoyed writing it!


In too deep



He’ll risk everything for the love of one human.

Agreeing to be her good friend’s bridesmaid, Emma Anderson jets off to Tybee Island for the wedding. Her dress is perfect and her shoes are adorable, but her friend’s elegant beachside home hides an ancient secret…one that threatens to expose a secret society of werewolves.

Drake Randolph has watched his sister’s friend grow into a ravishing woman, but he’s always kept his distance. As the heir to the Randolph fortune and the alpha of the Secret Society of Savannah Lycanthropes, Drake cannot afford to draw the innocent little brunette into the dangerous lycan world.

Passion between them soon blazes hotter than the Georgia summer. But when the wrong woman is kidnapped to prevent the wedding of a lycan to a mortal, Drake must risk everything to save Emma from the ones who will see the downfall of all he holds dear.

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Short Excerpt 

Kicking off her white sandals, she descended a set of wooden stairs and stepped onto the sand. It squished between her toes, damp and still warm from the heat of the afternoon. The moon shone over the water, gleaming in the waves pulling toward the shore.

She stood at the water’s edge. The current sucked at her toes, burying them in sand, and she absorbed the soothing sounds of nature. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Perfect.

For a moment, she flashed back to her childhood. Not the endless summers she’d spent with the Randolphs. Earlier than that, long before her father’s death. A memory floated out of her grasp, on the edges of her subconscious but always moving away from her.

The water surrounded her ankles, the tendrils of the tide resembling a caress. As if someone touched her.

She opened her eyes, startled by the sensation.

A particularly large wave crashed around her legs. Thrown off-balance by the unexpected surge, she stumbled a bit until she regained her footing. Whatever memory she’d been chasing fled, replaced by the shock of the water splashing against her knees.

She returned her attention to the water. It eddied around her, the glow of the moonlight reflected in the tiny swirls of liquid. Bending down, she touched the surface and a jolt of energy poured through her. She lurched backward just as another wave crashed against her.

She moved closer to the shore, not afraid of the ocean but concerned by her reaction to it. Something wasn’t right.

The cry of a seagull jerked her back to the present. She glanced down and grimaced at the soaked bottom half of her dress. She didn’t mind as much as she should. At least the delightfully cool water eased some of the oppressive heat of the day.

The breeze, which had been strong all day, caressed her bare shoulders and ruffled her hair. She lifted her arms and twirled, letting out a tiny sound of pleasure.

At the end of her twirl, she caught sight of a figure standing alone on the patio. The moonlight wasn’t needed for her to recognize Drake. No one else had such a commanding presence. He tugged at her heart like the ocean’s current tugged at her ankles.


About the Author: Christy Gissendaner

Christy Gissendaner is a romantic comedy author and believes that laughter and love should go hand in hand.


Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!


To find out more, please visit



Diane Saxon’s New Release: Flynn’s Kiss



Severely scarred during a disastrous mission, ex special forces Flynn Swann is home after three years of avoidance. By his own admission, he’s no good with women and the last thing he expects or wants is the attention of a curvy little brunette, who’s just passing through.

With apparently no fear or revulsion of his scarred face, the boisterous woman bounds into his life and destroys all hope of a quiet visit. It is obvious to literally everyone that she wants him—all of him.

Worse still, despite her atrocious taste in fashion and Stetsons, she appears to have won the hearts of the entire town.

Scientist Liberty Sophia Glennon is on a mission to find a man before she has to return to the loneliness of the New Zealand outback where she has already spent eighteen lonely months doing research.

A ticking hormone bomb, Liberty feels time is running away with her. Outwardly she is a bouncing ball of over-confidence, but inside she is still a frightened little girl with horrific memories of her childhood and a desperate need to be liked.

Completely unfazed by his external scars, her seduction of Flynn is not so difficult, but follow-through proves painful as Liberty realises Flynn’s wounds run further than just skin deep.

With apparently nothing in common but their passionate attraction, how will these two damaged souls deal with each other’s fear of rejection?



From the darkened protection of the corner of the room, Flynn watched the curvy little brunette with the bubbly hair bounce around, microphone in hand, wailing her heart out with obvious enjoyment. The sight of her large rounded breasts as they jiggled merrily along with the tune heated his stomach and threatened to move lower. She’d flicked several glances in his direction, and each time she did, he sank farther into the protective shadows by the wall, conscious she couldn’t see the left side of his face too clearly in the blue-hued lighting. Cute and friendly she might seem, but he knew from experience she would change her tune once she got a load of his scars. Women always did.

At the age of eighteen he’d considered himself a lady-killer—as most guys did—but he had been full of himself, knowing he was a good-looking son of a bitch. Never had a single problem or gave a second thought. If he wanted, he took, with great enjoyment and relish. With his unusually pale blue, bold eyes, dark brown hair, and chiseled features, he’d caught the attention of women of all ages. The fact he’d been brought up riding rodeo and working a ranch since he was born just added into the long, lean tone of his body. What nature hadn’t given him naturally, hard work and a tough upbringing had molded to perfection. When he’d joined the Special Forces, he’d honed it beyond perfection. He wasn’t overly tall, just under six feet, but his entire physique gave him presence. As a young man, he’d known it and reveled in it. Ego had driven him hard.

A golden boy, given the gift of a beautiful face, a bright mind, and a naturally lean body. He’d been destined to marry the glamour girl, crowned king and queen of the prom…everyone in town believed he had a long and happy marriage ahead of him with Rachel. Personally, he’d had a few qualms about the woman’s intelligence, but at the time and with the shallowness of youth, he had wallowed in her perfect beauty and the envy of the other boys. Celebrations had been wild at their engagement party before he went off to training camp. Faithful, he had returned to her time and again after each assignment. He’d had ambition, and she’d had plans. The pair were well-suited.

It didn’t matter. It all changed with the slash of a knife. His looks were destroyed, his mind rebelled, and the glamour girl ran screaming for the hills. He’d had the same reaction from women ever since.

He tipped the bottle of beer up to his mouth and stared down the length of it at the pretty brunette. Her breasts were interesting—got a nice little heat going in the pit of his belly—but his preference was her pert little ass as she swayed in perfect rhythm to the song she was murdering. She caught his eye again, gave a broad smile and a twitch of her eyebrows. A definite invitation.

He drew farther into the shadows.


About the Author



Diane Saxon lives in the Shropshire countryside with her tall, dark, handsome husband, two gorgeous daughters, a Dalmatian, one-eyed kitten, ginger cat, and four chickens.

After working for years in a demanding job, on-call and travelling great distances, Diane gave it all up when her husband said “follow that dream.”

Having been hidden all too long, her characters have burst forth demanding plot lines of their own and she’s found the more she lets them, the more they’re inclined to run wild.

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Double Takes is Available for Pre-order! #save #money #duh

So, I’ve been a hardcore hose bag lately, editing Shooting Stars #3, writing blog posts for my Double Takes tour, and begging all of the wildly fabulous blogger-type people around for a bit of air time on their cyberspace.

Needless to say, I’ve been remiss on updating my own bit of internet real estate. Lazy-sloth-unorganized-butt-munch, thy name is Kimber.

So, here’s the latest: Double Takes is available for pre-order on Liquid Silver Books!  Yeah, boy! You can get it for $3.99 versus $4.99. That’s a hot dollar you can spend on…well, a coffee at Mickey D’s! How sweet is that? My latest rock/reality TV star book AND a fucking cup of coffee!

I’d throw in a hand job but I’m over here and you’re over there. Just know I was good for it.

Also, I’m not sure I ever posted my trailer here.

Jeez. It’s almost like I’m a natural blonde with a list of things to do only she keeps losing the list and starting a new one and losing that one and getting distracted by pictures of cute boys on the internet…

ANYWAY, enjoy this bit of movieness I made all by myself! :)


A Gay One Night Stand

Guest post by Shiloh Saddler

A long time ago I asked a friend who knew the romance publishing business what was a major difference between a straight romance and a gay romance. Her answer? There are a lot more gay one night stand stories. Men aren’t as much into the romance as they are into the sex. She also pointed out that women were a high percentage of gay romance readers. Needless to say her answer blew my mind.

I came out of the closet right then and there and confessed that I liked to read GLBT romance too. She recommended I write a one night stand story. Her recommendation has been percolating as I waited for inspiration to strike. When it hit it came in western form!

Cowboys are sexy. Cowboy on cowboy is even hotter. *grin*

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Country singer Will Conrad is afraid coming out will tank his career. Being a celebrity makes it difficult to pick up a man and keep things secret. A gay one night stand online dating site is his salvation. While he is performing in Las Vegas he agrees to meet the real cowboy with whom he has been corresponding.

A car accident left championship team roper Blake Bonner with a paralyzed leg and a wounded heart. Now fully recovered, he is ready for a relationship, but will his blind date want to be topped by a cripple and will he treat him like a whole man?

When Blake finds out his date is Will Conrad he can’t believe it. He’s been his country crush since he hit the country music scene. But when the paparazzi catch them together will their burgeoning relationship be able to brave the media storm?


“Being on the road doesn’t give you much time for a sex life.”

Will grunted. “You could say that again.”

Working on the road. Moving from city to city. That was something the two men had in common. Something bothered him though. Was Will truly gay? Or was he bi? He’d seen plenty of pictures with women hanging on his arms. Was that just a cover?

He couldn’t just come right out and ask. He had to put it in less accusing terms. “So why did you resort to going on to get a one night stand?”

Will let out a long breath, his cheeks expanding. “It isn’t like I can just pick up a man in a gay bar.” He arched an eyebrow. “Can you?”

“Well…no. Ovando, Montana does not have a gay bar.”


Blake rubbed the side of his chin. “So I reckon we both set up profiles for the same reason.”

“And according to the compatibility test they thought we’d be perfect for each other,” Will said.

For a one night stand. The Bud gave him just enough buzz to loosen his tightly wound nerves.

Will stood, grabbed their empty baskets, and tossed them in the trash can. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Those stage lights always make me sweaty. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

“Okay. I think I’ll head to the bedroom.”

“Good choice.” The heat in Will’s eyes made Blake’s core tingle.

“Right after the bathroom. Follow me.” Will led him down the hallway to the back end of the tour bus. He opened the door revealing a large bed covered in a forest green comforter, and an acoustic guitar resting up by one of the pillows.

“Where do you want me to put the guitar?”

“Wherever you want. I’ll be right back.” Will disappeared into the room next door and Blake heard the rush of water.

Instantly he imagined the man’s body naked. All he wanted to do was walk through that door, wrap his arms around Will, and press his mouth to any body part he could easily reach. The man was a walking cover model, and he knew it, but that didn’t stop Blake’s body from reacting like a horny teenager. Picturing water sluicing over Will’s naked chest made his temperature skyrocket. Damn he was sexy.

Of course, he wasn’t physically capable of standing in the shower and kissing Will the way he deserved to be kissed. Blake hobbled over to the bed and ran his hand across the simple guitar. Will had played this guitar, his fingers strumming the strings. He didn’t care where he put it, he mused to himself. Maybe it wasn’t that important to him and he could keep it. He desperately needed a souvenir of his time with Will than just his memories. No one would believe he’d been with the country music sensation. He bit his lip. He couldn’t out Will though…


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Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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Covert Delivery by Draven St. James: Book Blast Tour



Today I have a fun excerpt from Draven St. James’ new release, Covert Delivery & the author is giving away an ecopy of her book to a lucky winner!

Here’s the blurb:

Aspen Starr is in a bind and not in a good way. His father is trying to use him to sweeten a business deal and being a bought boy toy holds no appeal. Just when he thinks he has no options left Sundae’s Custom Easter Baskets knocks at his door. Soon he finds himself blindly following a trail right into the path of a sexy new boss and a whole new mess of carnal complications. 

 Garren Thomas has rules and one of those is to never get involved with an employee. Easy to say, harder to enforce when Aspen is hired on. With each passing day Garren’s control slips until all he wants to do is spend his days with Aspen in his bed.

When faced with giving into his desires, Garren sees his simple life being torn apart. Can he get Aspen out of his system without losing his heart? Aspen isn’t much better off. He is drawn to Garren, but he can’t help the fear that the secrets from his past will destroy it all. As Aspen’s begins to lose himself within the confusion of sex and love one question plagues him: who sent the basket?



Garren pushed away from the wall and into the light of the lobby. “Looks like I missed out on a lot.”

Aspen ducked his head and went to his desk to dig around in a drawer. The first time Taylor had sent him shopping for office supplies, Aspen had bought random sheets of kids’ stickers. On the rare occasion Taylor performed child evaluations, a little bribery to bring out good behavior never hurt. Aspen came away with two sheets of fairy stickers. “Not too much. We’re working on crowns and a new kingdom.” Aspen swerved around Garren, his eyes twinkling. “Do you want a crown?”

Garren narrowed his eyes on Aspen. He put his hands on Aspen’s shoulders to stop him and leaned in to whisper, “That was low. There’s no way I can refuse those pixies. I’m going to end up with a glittery, construction-paper crown glued to my head, aren’t I?” Aspen looked over his shoulder. “Don’t worry there won’t be glitter on yours. I’ll be the queen,” he murmured with a grin. “So you’ll need to fill the role as king.”

Garren shook his head. “You’re trouble.”

Aspen shimmied to dislodge Garren’s hands. “You just figured that out?” With a resigned sigh Garren followed him. “Girls, I found someone else who needs a crown,” Aspen declared, gesturing at Garren.

The tykes jumped up and down. Garren fought the urge to reach out and hug Aspen for giving them this moment of levity even at Garren’s expense. Aspen held out the stickers, and the enthusiasm magnified until the girls were dancing around the room. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” the girls chanted in a singsong fashion.

A softly murmured, “Oh my,” came from behind Garren. Garren turned to yet again see the shimmer of tears in Mrs. Burgett’s eyes, but a smile accompanied the moisture.

Aspen grinned back at her. “I hope you don’t mind. The girls have been fantastic. We’ve managed to make crowns and bracelets.” “Even for you, Mommy,” one of the twins piped up and ran over to Mrs. Burgett to carefully hand her the items as though they were made of glass. Mrs. Baker cradled them. “Thank you, Maryann.”

“Becca and Mr. Aspen helped,” Maryann replied. “And we ate apples and cheese crackers,” Becca added. Garren looked briefly at Aspen. He’d seen Aspen eating the same things earlier in the week.

“That was very nice of Mr. Aspen,” Mrs. Burgett said with a hitch in her voice. “But we have to go now, girls.”

“Oh,” the girls replied with exaggerated pouts on both their faces.

“Say thank-you to Mr. Aspen,” Mrs. Burgett directed. Both girls ran over to Aspen and threw their arms around his waist. “Sorry we didn’t get a chance to make your crown,” Becca said.

“That’s fine, sweetheart. I’ll be sure to make a matching one when you leave,” Aspen assured her.

“You need to make two,” Maryann interjected. “One for the big king behind you. That way we’ll know you’re helping rule the kingdom even if we can’t see you.” Garren wanted to pick the girl up and hug her. Tell her that everything would work itself out and she’d never be hurt again. While it was a possibility if Mrs. Burgett went through with the charges, he wouldn’t make promises he couldn’t keep.

“Thank you, Mr. Aspen,” Mrs. Burgett said. “You don’t know how much I appreciate you taking care of my girls.”

“You’re welcome,” Aspen responded. Maryann and Becca skipped over to their mom, and grabbed hold of her hands as they exited the office. Garren stared after their retreating backs. He grimaced at the tattered clothes and worn shoes. His jaw clenched, and he pivoted and stalked back to his office. The lump in his throat threatened to shatter his control of his emotions. He made it through the door, placed his hands on his desk, and breathed deeply. Mrs. Burgett reminded him of his mother.

Aspen lightly touched his back, and Garren jerked around to gaze at him. “I know you’ll do all you can,” Aspen confided.

“And you?” Garren cracked and cupped Aspen’s face with one hand. “You gave those little girls your lunch and made them laugh. You took away their stress and let them be kids.”

Aspen glanced away. “I did what anyone else would do. They deserve to have as much joy as every other child.”

“You’re wrong. Not everyone would do what you did. I think most would have set them in the lobby and spent the time telling them to be quiet.” Garren had seen that reality time and time again. Aspen shrugged. Garren caved and leaned in until his lips were mere inches from Aspen’s. “You are so beautiful.” Aspen didn’t back away. His breath came faster, and his eyes flashed with that same glow Garren had seen in the past.

“Garren,” Aspen whispered with a thread of uncertainty. Garren brushed his thumb over Aspen’s full lower lip, and desire zinged through his body when Aspen’s tongue peeked out to trace the path. Garren’s brain screamed what a huge mistake kissing Aspen would be, but at that point he wasn’t being ruled by his head.


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I’m a born and raised Oregonian. I’ve traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill my books. My ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories both sexy and humorous. It gives me a great excuse to do some crazy stuff in the name of research. Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where I find my peace.

The Spring Fling Blog Hop #Giveaway

Sepia Shot of a Young Kissing Couple.Happy spring!  Few words are sweeter on my fingertips after the long, hard winter we had. I probably say that every year. They always seem to go on and on, and I know parts of the country have been bent over and slammed harder than the North East, but still…

Adios, winter. Don’t let the Green Man stab you in the back on the way out.

How about a bunch of amazing prizes to celebrate the changing of the season? Hell, yeah, we’ve got ‘em!

For my personal giveaway, I’m going to get out my crystal ball and look into the future. April 28, 2014, to be specific. That’s the day my next release, Double Takes, comes out.

That’s also the day I will send an e-copy of said book to a random person who adds it to their Goodreads: Want To Read shelf. That’s right, peeps. Win it before you can buy it! Sweet, right? Click over and add Double Takes, and you are in!  I’ll pick a winner via on 3/25.

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Ah, the life of a rock star. Everyone thinks it’s nothing but sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

Not for Giovanni Savale.

For the lead singer of Three Deaf Mice, a band that reached its pinnacle in the late nineties, it’s nothing but an ugly divorce with a custody battle, money trouble, and now the nightmare exposure of starring in a reality television show. When his producer decides to cash in on an infamous interview Gio did years ago, and give the self-confessed bisexual rocker an onscreen boyfriend, things really hit the fan. Gio is certain his sexual experimentation back in his drug-abusing days meant nothing—after all he’s been married for nine years, clean and sober for nearly as long, and he has a son. And Gio is not remotely attracted to Kyrie, the funny, flamboyant actor they choose for his love interest. Of course, Lance Garrett, the mysterious and sexy owner of the local antique shop, Double Takes, is a whole different story. The man has Gio planning out a future he never imagined. With the threat of losing all custody of his ten-year-old son, ghosts from the past returning for revenge, and the cameras rolling, can Gio keep his head above water and his heart from getting broken?


To celebrate my coming release (that sounds dirty, huh?) here’s a teaser from Double Takes to whet your appetite.


“How much more do you need?” Lance’s face was stone serious.

“For what? You want to rent a sailboat and escape for a week? I got it covered.” He held up the paper to prove it.

“I want you out of this show. What’s left to pay back your advance?”

“Hmmm.” Gio glanced down again, disappointment warring with common sense. “Shit. I guess it’s just the fifty K they advanced me when I signed on for next season. I have maybe half that socked away still. Put a chunk of my initial payment into buying Christine out of the condo, and then Marco’s school … it was spent before I got it…” His voice trailed off as he looked up to see Lance bending over his desk. Good Lord, the man was temptation personified. The sound of paper tearing accompanied Lance standing straight. He turned and handed Gio a check for twenty thousand more than the printout in Gio’s hand.

“Does that work?” Lance took Gio’s fingers and pressed the paper into his palm.

“No. I mean, yeah, it would, but I can’t take your money. It’s only another week or two of filming. A little more tape with Kyrie, and then we break.” Gio paused to think it through. “Although, if I pay back my advance, I should be off the hook for the additional filming since, technically, we were done with this season.” He shook his head. “Maybe we can book a couple local shows, and I can scrape enough together—buy my freedom before work on season two starts. Or see if the bank’ll give me a line of credit on the house.” Not fuckin’ likely without a dime of equity. Gio tried to hand it back.

“Take it.”

This felt wrong. He was always the provider; never took a dollar from anyone unless he’d earned it. “I can’t, Lance.”

Lance stepped toward him and shook his head stiffly, his greenish gaze skewering Gio. “This is not for you. This is me being completely selfish.”

Gio frowned, mesmerized by Lance’s moving mouth despite his reservations.

“I don’t want to be jerking off in front of a computer screen when you’re a few miles down the road—as much fun as it’s been. I don’t want to see you kissing anyone else on my TV. I don’t wanna miss you like I do.” His palms covered Gio’s cheeks. “This isn’t for you. It’s for me.”

Gio hissed in a breath as he reached one hand behind Lance’s head while his other grabbed the guy’s hip and pulled their bodies flush. Their mouths crashed together, warm lips and steel wool cheeks pulling hungrily, grappling for purchase. Gio sucked Lance’s hot tongue into his mouth, groaning as his dick swelled at the familiar taste of his lover while his hand on Lance’s neck crushed their lips closer.

“God.” Lance shuddered as Gio bit a rough trail across his scruffy cheek and down his neck, Gio’s tongue soothing the sting his need couldn’t bridle. He grabbed Lance’s cock through his jeans, fingers reaching possessively under his denim-clad sac.

“Fuck.” Lance’s voice hitched in time with Gio’s rough hands all over his erection. “Do we have time for this?”

Gio pulled his mouth off Lance’s collarbone and glanced at his watch. “Five minutes to fuck you,” he said in a growl. “You want it?”

“Not long enough but I’ll take it.” Lance began to unbutton his pants with one hand as his other opened a drawer behind his desk.

Gio turned, kicked the office door closed, and twisted the lock. He flipped open his fly and released his painfully hard cock as he walked back toward Lance.

With one hand on his desk, Lance reached lubed fingers back to grease his hole. A light trail of flame-kissed fur led the path down to his tight, glistening entrance, and his slick fingertip teased the spot hypnotically. Gio bit his lip as raw animal desire tore through him. He grabbed the rubber on the desk and had it opened and on in a matter of seconds.

“Look out.” Gio’s voice was gruff, demanding, as he pushed a hand down on Lance’s back and aimed his dick with the other. Lance’s palms slapped the surface of the desk and his cheek followed as Gio surged inside.


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Given To Fly, by Pearl Jam–Guest Post Sofia Grey

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A colleague of mine was given a wonderful, and truly personal, birthday present last week. One of her closest friends had made her a mix-CD, of all their shared favourite songs – a soundtrack to her life. Songs from movies they’d watched together, concerts they’d attended, tracks they’d danced to at parties and in clubs, and holiday numbers too. Listening to them took her right back to times and places she’d forgotten, and made them fresh and noteworthy all over again. Music can do that.

Although I usually end up with a manuscript playlist of 12 – 15 tracks, some stick in my head during the writing process and to me, they sum up the story that I’m telling. It might be one track or an entire album, or in this case, one band in particular. I was on a Pearl Jam kick when I wrote Crash Into Love, and Jonah, my hero, has them as his favourite band.

Given To Fly was played a lot, and I know this song will always remind me of writing this story. The lyrics flow like poetry, deep and powerful:CiL_500

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away

The love he receives is the love that is saved

And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky

A human being that was given to fly


CassGreg’s voice was a lazy rumble from beside me. “Let our guest choose next. What d’ya fancy, Cass?”

“Choose what?” Some weird drinking game?

“A song.” Layla jerked her thumb at Jonah. “He can play almost anything.”

Of course, my mind went blank. Everyone stared at me, expectant. Time dragged out until I blurted the first name I could think of, a band I knew Dylan loved. “Pearl Jam?”

Jonah met my anxious stare with one of his tiny smiles and then ducked his head, fingers already sliding across the strings. I recognized the song, even though I couldn’t name it.Jonah Marsh

“Good choice,” drawled Greg. I glanced at him, anxious in case he was making fun of me, but I was wrong. He tugged Kari onto his lap and nuzzled the back of her neck, humming along, slightly off key.



Cass thought spending a month at a beachside hideaway relaxing and collecting shells would be the perfect escape to finish her novel. When she meets the dark and brooding and much younger Jonah, who’s staying next door, her book becomes the last thing on her mind.

Jonah would rather stay home alone than go on vacation with his brother and their friends, but does his best to tolerate the situation after being convinced to go. But when he sees the beauty next door, he can’t avoid his attraction.

Together, they break all the rules, but will Cass be able to bring Jonah out of his shell forever, or will he leave her with only the crash of the surf to keep her company?


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Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.

Music is interwoven so tightly into my writing that I can’t untangle the two. Either I’m listening to a playlist on my iPod, have music seeping from my laptop speakers, or there’s a song playing in my head – sometimes on auto-repeat.

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