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Darling’s Desire: Guest Post TD Hassett

Darling’s Desire

 

When the hero and heroine first meet… Isn’t that just the best part of the story? Okay, I am also quite fond of when the sex stuff kicks off but hey – you got to start somewhere. My most recent release has an aspiring cookbook author spending a weekend in a house with a history and a rock and roll drummer. What could possibly happen? I hope you enjoy.

 

TD Hassett

 

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The champagne was flowing, and Darling was feeling a happy buzz hit her. At least until she noticed the two men approaching from down the street. She recognized Madison’s husband, Link, and the drummer from Becket in an instant. Link would be easy to chat with, but John Ross was another story. It was just so sad; his wife had died in a boating accident and he was in deep mourning. She never knew what to say to people who’d experienced such a loss. After all, she’d lost her mom when she was only nine years old, and nobody had ever said anything that helped her.

Madison continued talking about her son as Darling watched the men get nearer. Link put his finger to his lips, indicating that she should not say anything about his impending arrival. She almost nodded in response but stopped the action at the expression on his bandmate’s face. John Ross looked irritated. As if he was scowling at the whole world. His stride was stiff, and he appeared as if he hadn’t shaved in days. His longish light brown hair was stuffed under a cowboy hat, and he wore faded jeans and a black T-shirt, even in this heat. Even dressed sloppily he was taking-her-breath-away gorgeous. She was just noting his black boot tips when the men stopped behind Madison’s chair.

Link bent to place a kiss on Madison’s lips and brushed his fingers against her cheek. She jumped in her seat and flushed red in the face before swatting at his hand. Link laughed gently at his wife before coming around to Darling’s side of the table and chastely kissing her cheek. “You two ladies look up to no good. What have you been plotting?” Link asked, walking over to stand behind one of the empty chairs.

“I’m always on good behavior. It’s your wife you have to watch out for. She gets these ideas in her head.” She glanced over to see Madison welcoming Link’s friend, whom she wasn’t sure if she’d ever been introduced to before. Link and Madison had so many friends it was hard to keep track. She knew John Ross from pictures and videos but didn’t think they’d ever really met. Most of the time she and Madison did stuff, just the two of them, but she’d met some of Link’s friends and bandmates at the wedding and a smaller group at their son’s first birthday party.

“That wife of mine does have a wicked mind.” Link leaned over and tapped his friend. “Hey, Junior, meet one of Madison’s closest and oldest friends, Darling Roberts. Darling, meet Junior.” Link pulled out his chair and sat gracefully. His friend looked her up and down as if he was studying her. She wished he’d just ignore her altogether. Good-looking men made her nervous.

He pulled his chair out and sat watching her for a moment before finally saying, “Hey there, Darlin’, I’m John Ross. Ross to friends,” in a deep drawl.

She nodded her head feeling inordinately shy. She wasn’t sure, but from what few words the man spoke, he seemed to be straight out of the south. He took his hat off, exposing dirty-blond hair that was a bit too long. He was tan, so the outdoors was no stranger to him, and his eyes might’ve been blue or a very deep green; she didn’t want to get caught looking long enough to figure it out.

“Don’t mind him, Darling. He scowls at everyone but is a total pussycat.” Madison pointed at John Ross before adding, “Be nice, this is my BFF.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered and let out a mock purr that sent Link to laughing and slapping his hand on the small table, rattling the glassware. Darling began to count the wrought-iron rungs of the courtyard fence, feeling a bit out of her element now that the party had expanded.

“So, Darling is going to be staying at her late grandmother’s house for the summer and watching Beauty Belle for us there. It’s a big house built right on the water and surrounded by, like, acres of marsh and forest. Darling hasn’t been back to the house since she was a kid, so I got to thinking”—Madison paused, smiling brightly before continuing—“we have to practically drive past the lake on our way to Boston, and I thought it might be fun to go with her and check out the place. We could spend a couple of nights, soak up some sun, and be off to London. I could help Darling and Beauty Belle settle in while you take Will to the beach and all. What do you think? Link?”

“I don’t know, baby. I told Junior Ass here that he could ride up with us to Boston.”

“Oh, that’s fine. He can stay with us too. It’s a big house.” Madison looked at each of the men in turn, waiting for a response. Darling kept her mouth shut, amazed by Madison’s audacity.

Link found his voice first. “Sure, honey, if you want to we could stop by for a couple of nights.” He motioned the waiter over and ordered a couple of beers.

Darling waited with bated breath to see how her friend would proceed. She really should spend more time watching Madison to learn from the master. How did she just get him to agree without raising any suspicions? She was going to tell them the whole deal, right?

“I knew you’d think this was a good idea. You see, Darling inherited the house when her grandmother passed, over a year and a half ago or something like that, and has been meaning to check it out. She’s just a little nervous after so many years away from the family homestead, and well, that little incident that happened a week or so back was a nuisance. But I saw some pictures, and the house is really pretty and right in a quaint New England town.” Madison sipped her drink and picked at the salmon in front of her.

Darling had to hand it to her; she did have a way of avoiding the pesky details and focusing on the positive of any situation. The waiter arrived with beers for the guys and whisked away an empty appetizer plate.

“What do you mean by a little incident?” John Ross asked in a deceptively soft voice.

Darling attempted to answer. “A late tropical storm struck late last fall, flooding the dock, and there was a blizzard over the winter that caused some additional damage to the dock and one of the house’s decks. The house is still usable, and I contacted a company to begin repairs, but—”

Madison cut her off midsentence. “But the house is fine, and it would be an adventure.” She smiled at the seated men and pushed a plate of fruit and cheese toward them.

Ross picked up a few grapes, popped them in his mouth, and waited.

“Is anyone else wondering about this incident that has yet to have its curtains pulled open?” Obviously John Ross was a man of few words; he got right to the point. It was clear he was not one to fall for Madison’s ploys. How unusual.

“Well, there is a little more to it.” Darling attempted once again to explain, only to have Madison interrupt.

“Oh, stop. Just pour me another glass of champagne.” Madison tilted her glass to Link, who obliged, deftly pulling the bottle from the ice bucket. “Darling, you always focus on those little pesky details. It really is a lovely house, and we could use some time sitting on a beach.” She winked.

John Ross looked at her, an eyebrow raised in question. She took her time looking into his eyes; they were green and intense. She was beginning to squirm under his scrutiny. His looks could melt frozen chocolate.

He dropped his square jaw, keeping his eyes level with hers. “I’m thinking whatever you girls are leaving out is more than a few pesky details, so why don’t you, Darling, or whatever your name really is, fill us in on the meat and potatoes of the deal.” He swigged from his beer without breaking eye contact with her. Perhaps he had experience interrogating prisoners or something, because even Madison didn’t try to stop her from speaking this time. She knew she couldn’t follow the lead her friend had set. She needed them to know the whole story.

“I haven’t been to my grandmother’s lake house since the day my mom disappeared thirteen years ago. She was grabbed from the house, her car found abandoned in town, and eventually presumed dead. After that my father and I never went back there and instead summered on Cape Cod. Too many memories, I guess.” The story poured out of her in a just-the-facts manner. She’d had to explain the events to so many people over the years she’d become detached from the details. “My grandmother stayed, living in the house until she passed away. The house has been empty since, as I wasn’t sure what to do about the property. Then, I got a call from my aunt who lives in town and owns a real estate agency advising that I should just put it on the market. I was all set to do that, but with one of the deck pillars dropped and the end of the dock submerged in the lake, I needed some repairs. I wound up calling a local restoration company, and they sent a contractor to assess and repair the damage.”

Madison was opening her mouth to interrupt, but John Ross held his hand up and Link smirked, probably amused that someone could get his wife to hold her tongue.

Darling sipped her drink and went on. “Well, the handyman must’ve had an accident or something because his body was found up at the top of the driveway with a flathead screwdriver in his rib cage—it punctured the poor man’s lung. It was hard for the police to tell much because apparently some coyotes or bobcats got to the body, tore it up, and dragged it toward the street. He was found a few days later by a jogger.” She shrugged her shoulders and waited for her friend’s reactions.

Link just stared at her, perhaps trying to take in what he’d just heard. John Ross was less circumspect. “Holy fuck.”

Madison was done keeping quiet. “Oh please, Darling, you make it all sound more dramatic than it is. The repairman probably just fell down while holding some hand tools, and everyone knows that scavengers will mess with anything they can get.”

John Ross fixed his gaze right on her. “So you’re saying you and Madison want us to go spend a couple of nights at an isolated lake house, surrounded by dangerous animals, and where there may have already been at least two murders? Am I getting it all? Because I thought I was in a band, not guest-starring in a damn Scooby Doo episode. I’m not too gung ho about hopping in the mystery machine and looking to unmask old man Withers.” He slapped his beer onto the table. “Damn, little girl, you must be out of your tree. You ladies should go spend the weekend at the spa or something while the house gets cleaned out and sold for whatever some crackpot will pay. Place is probably haunted to boot.” He punctuated his comments by tipping the beer bottle toward her in emphasis.

John Ross’ comments set her teeth on edge. There had been a streak of bad luck at the house recently, but it wasn’t cursed. She might not have gone there for years, but it used to be a special place where her family spent every summer until her mom vanished. She’d loved to swim in the lake and take out the sailboat with her dad. She was ready to face the memories again and certainly didn’t need some rock-and-roll drummer giving her attitude about what she should be doing with her inheritance. She picked up her champagne flute and tipped it in a toast toward John Ross and asked, “So basically you’re scared, is that it?”

“I’m not scared of ghosts, if that’s what you mean. I just don’t want to go settle in there only to have you girls get all spooked in the middle of the night and start carrying on the way women do once the sun goes down. Not that it would be my problem ’cause I’ll be at the Four Seasons in Boston by tomorrow night.” He winked at her before shaking his near-empty beer at Link.

“Sounds good to me; they have a lobby with a grand piano at the Four,” Link kicked in.

“You know what, Darling, I think both these boys are a little rattled about your house. Maybe I should just come with you for the weekend and meet up with them in Boston on Sunday night?” Madison offered with a knowing smile.

Link signaled the waiter to bring two more beers to the table. “Now hold on, honey. I’m not letting you out of my sight for a whole weekend. Junior can find something to do if he’s spooked, but I’m in.”

“Who said I was spooked or rattled? I’m just thinking about you girls. I’m fine with hanging with the group. Besides you guys are driving me up to Boston. I don’t want to leave my baby at airport parking for two months. She’s getting garaged and wiped down with a diaper every day until I get back.” The waiter dropped the beers off for the guys, and John Ross took a healthy sip.

“So it’s all settled, then.” Madison smiled wide. “See, Darling, I told you I had good ideas. We’ll drive up in the Rover on Friday night and meet you. This is going to be so much fun!” Madison clapped her hands together with glee.

“Just one question before we all pack our bags for this little adventure. How exactly did your grandma pass?” John Ross asked, and all eyes at the table pivoted to look her way.

“She fell off the third-floor balcony.”

 

 

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Blurb

 

Darling Roberts is going back to the lake house her mother disappeared from thirteen years ago. She needs to decide to stay or sell. The locals believe the place cursed, but her best friend thinks it would be a blast to spend the weekend there before heading to Europe. BFF Madison is determined to set Darling up, even if that means dragging a recently widowed rock-and-roll drummer to the scene of a murder.

Ross Daniels has a secret. He can’t stand the pitying looks well-wishers have given him since his wife’s accidental death. The European leg of the Becket tour can’t come soon enough. A weekend stay at a mutual friend’s lake house seems like a decent way to kill a couple of days before hopping a plane, at least until he spends some time with temptation herself.

Passions ignite and Ross feels his heart beginning to beat again. Darling isn’t who he thought she was, and he can’t get enough of her sweet soul and lush curves. Darling is determined to take charge of her life, and the lake house is just the place to begin. Ross is a scrumptious distraction, but she knows she has to keep things in perspective. Why would a world-famous drummer want to hang out with her in a small town even the locals want her run out of?

 

 

 


Summer Lovin’ Blog Hop! #giveaways #fabulousprizes #freeshit

Anyone not have that Greece song stuck in their head from the title of this hop? Anyone? I didn’t think so.BlogHopButton.2 (200x300)

To help battle the evil ear worm (and because this post goes live the day after I see Fall Out Boy and Paramour in concert) I’ll give you some tunes. And, no, I’m not going to be the oldest person at the show. That’s what my husband is for.

I know I should pony up an entertaining post, here, but I’m staring down the last week of kids in school, and I gotta knock some content edits out of the park, write a flash for another hop coming up, try to get some real writing done now that I think I have a handle on this crackpot scheme for my next book, beta read for my buddy, pick up a bunch of snacks for various end-of-the-year parties that I also have to attend (grrrrr), cram two months’ worth of porn-watching into the next 30 hours, and go find a sweet new pair of kicks to go with the Sex in the City-esque dress I got for this concert.

Man, I’m tired just thinking about it.

Notice there is no mention of house work. I’ll have all summer to clean this dump while my hobbits screw it up faster than I can pick it up. Damn them to Mount Doom.

Guess I shouldn’t get on board for hops that laud the joys of summer when I am the ultimate summer Grinch. My black, shriveled heart only dehydrates more in the summer heat. It’s science.

Shut up, lady, and make with the prizes!

I’m on it!

 

The Grand Prizes will be:
One $75 Amazon Gift Card
One $25 Starbucks Gift Card (Donated by Sue Lyndon!)
One $25 Amazon (or Barnes and Noble) Gift Card (Donated by Denisea Kampe!)

 

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And I’m giving away an e-book from my backlist to a random commenter, so go comment crazy.

-Kimber


K.C. Wells’ A Dance with Domination #giveaway


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I’ve got author K.C. Wells stopping here today to share a bit about her newest release, A Dance with Domination. 🙂

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Blurb: Recently returned to the UK after living in the States since he waseleven, Andrew Barrett is determined to keep busy and make a new life for himself. He works full time as a copywriter and strips at a club on Canal Street on weekends. But it still leaves him too much time to think. Then he finds the BDSM club, Collars & Cuffs, where at twenty-nine, he is their youngest Dom. Young doesn’t mean inexperienced, however. All this activity keeps him focused with no time to dwell on the past. But the past has a way of intruding on the present.

It’s been four long years since Gareth Michaels last set foot inside Collars & Cuffs. But when he finally summons his courage and steps back into his former world, he finds the man who drove him away is still a member, and what’s more, he wants Gareth back. Two men in pain need the freedom they find in each other, but it takes another man’s horrific plans to make them see it.

 

Excerpt: Excerpt

“When you’re ready, Andrew.” Leo gave him a nod.

Andrew acknowledged him, took a breath, and then faced Dorian, who held himself motionless as Andrew circled around him, inspecting him from every angle. “Good evening, Dorian. I am Master Andrew. For this evening, you will address me as Sir. What are your safewords?”

“Thunder is for stop, Sir, and lightning is for slow down.” Dorian gazed steadfastly at the floor.

Andrew picked up the cotton ropes. “Have you ever been restrained before, using the technique of Shibari?”

“No, Sir.” Dorian spoke quietly.

Andrew unfurled a coil of rope. “I usually do a full-body suspension when I demonstrate this technique, so I don’t propose to make this a full demonstration. That would take hours. You should find it comfortable but confining—and if I do it correctly, you’ll make a very pretty picture.” Dorian quirked his eyebrows, and Andrew smiled. “Shibari should always be aesthetically pleasing to the eye. It’s not just about bondage.” He stood before Dorian. “On your back on the table, boy.” Dorian complied immediately, getting up gracefully from the floor and climbing onto the bondage table.

Andrew pushed Dorian’s left leg back toward his arse, so that his heel met the curve of his buttock. He took the first length of rope and wound it around his upper thigh, close to the groin, securing ankle and thigh together and tying it in an intricate knot. He repeated the process on the other side. Then he tied another rope around each leg, this time closer to the knee.

Andrew pulled Dorian to his knees and placed his hands behind him. He picked up the blindfold and a set of orange foam ear defenders and showed them to the boy.

“I’m going to take away two of your senses now,” he told the sub in a low voice that only Dorian could hear. “You’ll be able to speak, but only safewords. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Dorian’s voice was clear and firm.

Andrew slipped the blindfold over his eyes. “I’m going to insert foam ear plugs into your ears. Remember, if you want me to stop, or if you have a problem, use your safewords. I will always be right here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Dorian appeared calm, in a state of complete readiness.

Andrew compressed the foam plugs and placed them carefully into Dorian’s ears, watching them expand to fill the cavities. He took a longer length of rope as he prepared to form the harness down Dorian’s torso. He worked slowly, methodically, making sure each section looked perfect before moving on to the next, until Dorian had an intricate series of knots all down his front. He knew that each pull of the ropes over his skin was heightening the experience for Dorian. Andrew was pleased. The white ropes looked good against Dorian’s creamy skin, passing over his shoulders and around his arms, down his torso, and at the uppermost part of the thigh where leg met groin, slipping past his balls.

Dorian kept still as Andrew worked in silence, making sure with every knot that Dorian was comfortable and in no sign of physical or mental distress. When the harness was complete, Andrew stepped back to survey it critically, adjusting a knot here, a length there. The boy looked beautiful. Only one thing left to complete before I begin. He picked up the leather boot laces and smiled to himself.

 

Andrew stood in front of the sub and slowly trailed the thin strips of leather over Dorian’s balls and cock. Dorian gave a slight shiver but then became still, his body tense as he awaited Andrew’s next move. Andrew grabbed Dorian’s balls and pulled on them, feeling the shudder which rippled through him. He tied the strip around and around the balls in his hand, separating them from the shaft. He ran his fingers over the sac, knowing full well that the stretch made Dorian’s balls extremely sensitive. Andrew wrapped his hand around Dorian’s cock and stroked him gently, watching as he hardened, loving the hitch in his breathing. When his dick pointed skyward, Andrew looped another length around his cock and balls, fashioning a leather cock ring around the base of his shaft until Dorian’s dick was red and throbbing, looking painfully hard. Dorian let out a low moan and bit his lower lip.

Andrew crossed to the table and placed the banjo picks on each fingertip of one hand. He stood beside Dorian, ensuring that Leo and Thomas had a clear view, and then trailed the picks down the boy’s arm, feeling the brief start as the slivers of metal connected with his skin. Andrew trailed his fingers over Dorian’s neck before moving slowly over his back between the ropes, keeping his touch light. Then he moved to stroke his inner thighs, noting the shivers which rippled through Dorian as he brought his fingers higher, not quite reaching his balls.

Dorian quivered as Andrew stroked along his inner arms, before moving ever so slowly down his torso, running his fingers over the ropes, over the taut belly, until he arrived at the boy’s groin. Andrew moved slowly, scraping the picks lightly over his skin, noting Dorian’s shivers as he stroked along his cock. When he cupped the boy’s balls and rippled his fingers over them, Dorian couldn’t repress the shudder that jolted through him. Andrew toyed with his sac and cock, hearing his soft whimpers as the metal danced over the sensitized areas. Dorian’s lips parted, but no words came out, only sounds. Andrew ran both hands simultaneously across Dorian’s back, watching the sub as he tried to arch away from his touch.

Andrew moved his hands away and took off the picks, only to return with the spiked wheel. He paused, waiting until Dorian was still once more, before running the tiny wheel over his thigh. Dorian gasped as the wheel moved over his skin, tiny pinpricks of sensation. Andrew moved the wheel away and reapplied it over Dorian’s chest, rolling it close to his nipple. The sub squirmed as Andrew ran the wheel around his nipple, leaned closer, gripped the other between his fingers, and twisted it slightly. That got a definite reaction. Dorian hissed as he drew in a breath, the sharp intake becoming a groan when Andrew moved the spiked wheel ever-so- slowly along the length of his cock. He trembled as Andrew applied the wheel to different areas, making sure the sub never knew where it would land next. When he’d reduced Dorian to a squirming mass, Andrew grabbed the cup of ice.

Dorian whimpered as Andrew ran an ice cube over his balls, and it became a low cry as Andrew simultaneously applied the ice to his nipple. “Oh, fuck.” The words seemed dragged from him involuntarily. Andrew circled Dorian, trailing the ice randomly over his skin, watching him fight to control his reactions. Dorian twitched nervously, his body tense as he awaited the next sensual onslaught.

Andrew put the banjo picks back on his fingers and ran his hand over Dorian’s back once more, watching him shudder as he moved lower, stroking over the globes of his arse and nearing his hole. He slid a single finger from under his balls to the tip of his cock. Memories assaulted him, as suddenly he was right there in Dorian’s place.

I’m doing everything you taught me, Sir, he told Blade in his head. God, I remember you doing this to me. I remember that searing, white-hot feeling that made me feel like I was coming when I knew I wasn’t. He smiled to himself. Fuck, you were such a tease, Blade.

Dorian was panting, and Andrew pulled back, not wanting to rush it. He intended to bring the boy to the edge again and again. When Dorian had calmed a little, Andrew was back, scraping his finger over the boy’s hole, feeling the tremors that rippled through his body, his mouth opening slightly but no sounds issuing. Dorian’s cock was rigid. Andrew grabbed another piece of ice and moved it slowly over Dorian’s arse until it reached his hole. The boy stiffened as he ran the cube around the rim before pushing insistently, the heat from Dorian’s hot little hole melting the ice as he eased it into his anus. Dorian cried out, a low, urgent sound, and he arched his back, as though trying to escape the sensations which Andrew knew were coursing through his body right now.

And then it was Brian kneeling before him, Brian moaning as Andrew pressed ice inside him.

Oh hell—the sounds you made when I did this to you. I knew you weren’t okay with it, not at first, but you soon forgot about the discomfort when it was my bare, hot cock sliding into you. Andrew closed his eyes momentarily, the images there in the forefront of his mind. He shook himself as the memories came thick and fast, some so painful that he caught his breath. Not now. Can’t think of him now.

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Author Bio: Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter…

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.

The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

Author Links: K.C. can be reached via email (k.c.wells@btinternet.com), on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld) or through comments at the K.C.Wells website (www.kcwellsworld.com ) K.C. loves to hear from readers.

Twitter: @IslandTalesPress

Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

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Check out K.C.’s other tour stops!

Tour Dates: May 23 – June 20

Tour Stops:

May 23: 3 Chicks After Dark, Hearts on Fire

May 26: Love Bytes, It’s Raining Men

May 27: Havan Fellows

May 28: Amanda C. Stone

May 29: MM Good Books

May 30: Mrs. Condit & Friends, Prism Book Alliance

June 2: Jade Crystal

June 3: Parker Williams

June 4: Fallen Angel Reviews

June 5: LeAnn’s Book Reviews

June 6: Cate Ashwood

June 9: The Novel Approach, My Fiction Nook

June 10: Kimi-Chan

June 11: Iyana Jenna, SA McAuley

June 12: Vicktor Alexander

June 13: Two Men Are Better Than One

June 16: Angel Martinez, Rainbow Gold Reviews

June 17: Book Reviews and More by Kathy, Book Reviews, Rants, and Raves, Smoocher’s Voice

June 18: Louise Lyons

June 19: Kimber Vale, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words

June 20: Up All Night, Read All Day, F.E. Feeley Jr., Nephylim

 

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Things that go Bump in the Night: Craving by Sofia Grey

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Things that go bump in the night

 

Do you believe in ghosts? I know I do. The house I grew up in was haunted, and since I have a passion for ancient castles, I’ve visited several that have boasted a ghost or three. I have a shiver down my spine now, just remembering them.

 

The house I live in now has some strange goings-on too. All of us have caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of the eye, a tall person walking round a corner. I saw him/her again last week. Hubby was out grocery shopping, son was still in bed. I’d been to his bedroom to wake him, and then came back into the kitchen to make some tea. I saw someone walking into the kitchen and thought it was teen-son, but when I checked, he was still fast asleep.

 

For Dante, my hero in Craving (Talisman #2), the spirit world is as real as the usual world around him.

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Excerpt

 

 

“How do you do it, Dante? What’s your story?” asked Katherine.

If I had a pound for every time I’d been asked this, I’d have a fleet of Harley-Davidsons now. I bought myself a minute while I sank into the seat opposite her and took a welcome swig of beer. God, I’d love a cigarette right now. “Do you think it’s some kind of party trick? Like I’ll give you a list of things to do and the spirits just magically appear?”

Her intense gaze caught me by surprise.

This wasn’t just a conversation question.

“I’ve met loads of people who claim they can summon spirits, but you’re the first I’ve seen who’s actually done it.”

I shrugged. Took another slurp of beer. “Maybe it was a group hallucination. I hypnotized you all into thinking you saw an airman.”

“Nu-huh. Tristan has proof on his hard drive.”

Are they a couple? Surely not, otherwise he’d be here. Her amber eyes seemed to glow in the soft reflected light, and something tight inside me relaxed a little. I could get used to civilized behavior if it meant having supper with Kitten again. The silence between us was comfortable, and I felt irrationally annoyed when she tilted her head to one side and resumed her questioning.

“So?”

“You don’t have anything else to eat do you?”

Her brows tugged together. “Would cheesecake help you to talk?”

I laughed. “Okay. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been able to see people, talk to them, when nobody else thought they were there. I don’t know how it happens, or why me instead of the next guy. It just does.” I’m a freak. I took a long drink of the beer, relishing the cool buzz on my tongue, while I waited to see the distaste on her face. “It’s rare to encounter a spirit that everyone can see. We struck lucky tonight. And there’s no guarantee that we’ll get a repeat performance tomorrow. Believe me, it’s out of my control.”

Her lips twitched. She leaned forward and delicately chinked her bottle against mine. “Judging by how tired you looked earlier, you’ve earned your cheesecake.”

 

 

 

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Craving (Talisman #2) is available 10 June 2014, from Time & Tide Publishing.

 

 

Tagline

 

A deal with a demon, a biker psychic and the girl who might just be his salvation… if the demon doesn’t get to her first.

 

 

Blurb

 

Dante isn’t your typical medium. With his leather jacket, tattoos and piercings, he looks more at home on his motorbike than he does holding a séance and Katherine has no intention of getting involved with him. He’s the complete opposite of the kind of man she wants and represents everything she’s tried to leave behind, but she needs a medium and he’s the best one around.

 

Dante’s never allowed himself to get close to anyone for fear of putting them in danger. His craving for Katherine is about to bring his worst nightmares to life.

 

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Giveaway

 

I’m giving away 3 copies of Craving, to 3 lucky commenters across the tour. Just leave a comment at whichever site you visit, and you’ll go into the draw. The more sites you visit, the more chances you get to win J

 

 

 

Links

 

Amazon US | Amazon UK | All Romance | Barnes & Noble | iTunes | Goodreads |

Time & Tide Publishing

 

www.SofiaGrey.com

 

Catch me blogging with Allyson Lindt at www.GeminiGirls.com

 

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Sofia.Grey.Romance.Author

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Twitter: @SofiaGreyAuthor

 

 

Blog Tour

 

 

Date Host Blog post
11 June Rosanna Leo The darker side of night life
12 June T’irla’s Talk Peeling the onion
13 June Cover Reveals
14 June Love, Lust & Laptops What drives you
15 June
16 June Eva Lefoy When good friends go bad
17 June Kimber Vale Things that go bump in the night
18 June Diane Saxon Secret cravings
19 June Anne Kemp My invisible friend
20 June Sotia Lazu Family ties
21 June Loralie Hall Footloose and fancy free
22 June Tina Carreiro Where did you just come from?
23 June Barbara Elsborg From start to finish… in only 16 years…
24 June The BookChick Footprints in the sand
25 June Theresa Cole A dream of ponies and airfields

 

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About Author

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.

 

Check out my playlists on Pinterest

 

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If you haven’t read Obsession, book 1 in the Talisman series, you can download it NOW for a limited time at $0.99!!!

 

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BUY LINKS

 

Amazon / All Romance / Barnes & Noble / iTunes

 

Also available in print

 

 

Blurb:

Josh Delaney is the ideal honey trap. His charm and model good looks would be enough for most women, but coupled with his psychic ability to read their thoughts, he’s impossible to resist. Suspicious husbands employ him to test their wives, to see if they can be tempted to stray.

 

High profile couple Suki and Gabe Bridgewater have the perfect marriage, or at least, that’s the image they portray to the world. Behind closed doors, Gabe’s dominance in the marriage is unravelling and he decides to test Suki, using Josh as bait.

 

For Josh it should be just another easy job, but two things go horribly wrong.

 

One, Josh falls in love with Suki.

 

And two, Gabe refuses to let her go.


Here it Comes, Baby! Covergasm!!!!!

What a fun blog hop! Yes, I double-booked for today. For my Snog by the Sea post (and a sneak-peek at Shooting Stars 3–cough, cough, Kyrie and Greg kiss scene) scroll to the next post down.

Yep. This one is ALL about the covers. The ones that just make you gasp and go..oh my, I NEED this book. Now! Those that are truly…covergasm-worthy. Stop by each blog to check out their favorites! There will be a giveaway at each stop plus a grand prize giveaway of an Amazon Gift Card! Happy Hopping!

Nice, right? It’s so tough to choose favorites with all of the delish covers out there, but I’ll do my best.

First up is KZ Snow’s Mongrel. Ugh. I could just stare at this cover forever. I have this book on my Kindle and really need to make an effort to pull it to the top of the TBR. Just gorgeous. Kinda reminds me of an ex-bf who is now all puffy and sad-looking. Allow me to go back to staring at Mongrel to block out that unfortunate image.

 

Next up is another book I haven’t read, but I keep thinking about it. I’m not convinced I’m into the biker thing, but this cover makes me tingly, so I’m nearly swayed. Mmmmm, those tattoos…that scruffy face…and I kinda wanna stick my tongue in his belly button. I give you Solo, by Carol Lynne:

 

Finally, The Mercy Room. I love everything about this cover, from the book spine to the half-hidden bodies. I think it tells a story of its own. Just beautiful.

Mad props to the cover artists who knocked these out of the park. I’d love to name you, but don’t want to do the homework. My heart is in the right place, it’s just my laziness that makes me a horrible person. Anyway, kudos and please forgive me!

 

Okay, that’s it. Of course, I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out that the amazing Valerie Tibbs has done the cover art for all of my novels so far, and she’s the bomb-diggity. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m giving away an e-novel from my backlist (above). Hit the Rafflecopter below to get your tokens in, and I’ll draw a winner on 6/13!
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And here’s the  Grand Prize Rafflecopter:

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And don’t forget to check out all of the pretty covers posted on the participating blogs and become eligible for a shit-ton of fantastic prizes!

1. herding cats & burning soup (INT) 2. Wickedly Delicious Book Blog
3. HEAs Are Us (US) 4. Beth Caudill – Author
5. Angel’s Guilty Pleasures 6. Book Lovin’ Mamas
7. Tory Richards 8. Natasha Blackthorne
9. Cerian @ Rookie Romance (INT) 10. Christine Murphy – Romance Priestess
11. Chasing Steampunk (INT) 12. Joanne Jaytanie~This is not your mother’s romance
13. Andrea R Cooper Author Blog 14. Trust is overrated – H. A. Somerled
15. BIBLIOPHILE MYSTERY (INT) 16. MYTHICAL BOOKS (INT)
17. Lucy Felthouse 18. Only for You…A Romance From Male Perspective (INT)
19. Passionate Encounters 20. Bookswagger
21. Carol Burnside / Annie Rayburn 22. Holley Trent (INT)
23. Eargasms Audiobook Reviews 24. Daryl Devore
25. Kiru Taye (INT) 26. Love Bites and Silk Ties (INT)
27. Nana Prah 28. Lyn Brittan – Author (Int’l)
29. HEA Romances With A Little Kick 30. Bitches Be Writin’
31. Dahlia Donovan (INT) 32. Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews
33. Victoria Pinder 34. Lisa Beth Darling (INT)
35. Romance Book Junkies (INT) 36. More Books Than Livros (INT)
37. Serena Zane – Passion to die for! 38. Ambrielle Kirk (US)
39. Susan Griscom 40. Romancing Rakes For The Love of Romance (INT)
41. Sharon Kleve Romantic Ramblings 42. Sedona Venez, Author (INT)
43. Iyana Jenna 44. Margo Bond Collins ~ Words, Words, Words
45. Houston Havens – Author (INT) 46. Sahara Roberts
47. Susan Arden ~ Bad Boys (INT) 48. Jess Buffett
49. Anita’s Den 50. Te Russ(INT)
51. Michelle Fox (US) 52. Selena Kitt
53. Shelley Munro (INT) 54. Kimber Vale
55. Tara Quan 56. Rage, Sex and Teddy Bears
57. Novel Broads 58. Crystal’s Many Reviewers
59. Sasha Hibbs (YA Author) INT 60. cupcake’s book cupboard
61. Robyn Neeley 62. Tabitha Conall
63. Danielle Duncan 64. For the Love of Bookends
65. Daphne J. Riordan 66. Yolanda Speaks
67. Dianne Duvall, PNR Author (INT) 68. Misa Buckley
69. Cat Johnson (Int) 70. Not Necessarily in That Order
71. Bridget Blackwood Author (US) 72. KayAnna Kirby
73. Reading Reality 74. Suzanna Scarlett
75. The Book Tart 76. Sarah M?kel? (Int)

Kisses! XXX #giveaways #sneakpeek

Yes, I’m taking part in two blog hops today, but gosh darnit, I couldn’t resist! Covergasms and kisses? Could this day get any freakin’ better? My Covergasm post will go live in a few hours, and I’ve got a Rafflecopter giveaway going on after this post, so check it out!

Anyway, I love a good kiss, and when it’s got an adorable British accent and is called a snog instead, I melt like butta, baby. The fab Kev “Mitnik” Blisse and Victoria Blisse are hosting a Snog by the Sea. Lovely! Check the deets below to enter to win some fun prizes:

This Blog is part of Snog by the Sea over at http://blissekiss.co.uk/snog-by-the-sea/. Leave a comment to go into the Prize Draw for UK winners you can win 2 All-Day Smut by the Sea Tickets for you and a friend or for our international visitors we have a mystery eBook bundle you can win with books from some of the hottest names in Erotica.

For my own part, I suppose I’ll share a snog from my upcoming book, Shooting Stars 3. Kyrie and Greg’s book is due out on August 18th! I’m so flippin’ excited! And no, I won’t divulge the title yet. Bwahahah! >;-)

Here’s a not-formally-edited, first smoochie-boochie:

 

The hand on his leg inched higher and squeezed while Kyrie grasped the glass over Greg’s fingers and led it to his lips.

“Drink up.”

Greg opened his mouth and managed to take a sip without choking, miracle of miracles.

“Good dog.” Kyrie grinned wickedly less than a foot from Greg’s face. He took the beer back and brought it to his own lips, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to lick the glass where Greg’s mouth had just been.

Greg almost whimpered as Kyrie sucked back a mouthful, his gaze glued to Greg’s the whole while.

Like porn when the chick maintains eye contact while giving head. Wonder if guys do that in gay movies. Despite the strange sexual attraction simmering inside him—the one that had him jerking off to visions of Kyrie way too often, Greg hadn’t had the balls to look for gay stroke films. He wasn’t even sure he’d find them appealing. He’d never even considered sleeping with men until Kyrie came along and flipped his world over like a sore loser tossing a board game.

All he knew was Kyrie’s puckered lower lip wrapped erotically around the bottle top. Paired with his gorgeous, almost challenging golden-brown stare, it sent a surge of blood to Greg’s dick so hot and fast it made him lightheaded.

“What are you looking at?” It was too close to Greg’s dream. Way too fucking close. And so was Kyrie. But instead of Greg reaching out and grasping nothing but ghost, Kyrie’s hand on his thigh pressed hard, real and reassuring. Instigating. It slid slowly inside and up while Kyrie lifted his eyebrows in question, his sweet mouth forming a tiny O that made Greg desperate to kiss him.

Greg tried to swallow, but the lump in the back of his throat didn’t move—wouldn’t allow for speech. He took a shallow breath that caught when Kyrie’s pinky wisped over his hard head. Kyrie placed the beer on the coffee table with his free hand while that little finger flirted over Greg’s ridge like it was reading Braille. Reading Greg’s perverted mind through his khakis.

“Kyr—” he croaked.

“Shhh” Kyrie leaned closer, a full hand stroking up Greg’s hard-on. “Don’t.” His lips skimmed across Greg’s, warm, soft, and tremor inducing. Greg inhaled sharply, maybe to work out a final cry for reason, but any remaining resistance fell away as Kyrie’s familiar scent overwhelmed him. Instead, he groaned as that knowledgeable hand squeezed him through his pants, and those seductive lips, a bare hint of stubble peppered above the upper one, touched down again to ply and cajole without words.

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I’m giving away an e-copy of a novel from my backlist! Winner will be chosen via Random.org on 6/13. Open all over the world and on most planets in our solar system, including Pluto. Hit the Rafflecopter below to throw your tokens in!
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Delicious Delay by Tara Quan – 99c #SALE!

 

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Hi, Tara! Nice of you to stop by!

Thank you for letting me share my multicultural contemporary romance, Delicious Delay.

No problem–I love a great deal. 😉 What’s the fine print?

The book is currently on sale for a limited time. You can grab it for only 99c from Amazon, B&N, AllRomance, and Decadent.

After my own not-so-delicious delay in the Middle East, I set out to write something funny, sexy, and set entirely in an airport lounge. It’s a quick summer read meant to make your mouth water (from the food…) and your toes curl. I hope I’ve piqued your interest enough to give one of the links below a click. ~Tara Quan

 

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Stranded in a Middle Eastern airport, Michelle Day finds herself the object of interest for an abrasive, but all-too-sexy stranger—a stranger who tempts her with the forbidden in a land where indecency could get her killed. But how does one say no to such a deliciously, relentless pursuit?

Khalid Al Dehri takes one look at the red-headed spitfire in the business class lounge and knew he’d either been transported to heaven—or hell. Her tart response to his surliness intrigues him beyond all propriety and the longer he spends in her company, the more he can’t deny his forbidden attraction. But will she explore the sensuality between them or will society’s rules keep them apart?

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Multicultural

Buy Links: Amazon | B&N | Decadent | AllRomance | GoodReads

 

About Tara Quan

Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, her characters are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com

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Excerpt:

He grinned. “So I have a proposal.”

She tried to get her breathing under control, without much success. “Why am I sure it’s an indecent one?”

He motioned his head toward the far end of the lounge. Latticed wooden screens gave that particular section more privacy. In an L-shaped room, the tucked-away location prevented a direct line of sight from the dining or reception areas.

He got up and offered her his hand. She hesitated for a long moment before taking it. With faltering footsteps, she followed him. More private or not, limits on how far this could go existed due to them being in an airport lounge. Since her self-control had chosen today to take a vacation, she appreciated the imposed constraint.

He lowered himself onto a plush leather sofa deep inside the cordoned area. With walls on either side and screens strategically angled, the space seemed to have been designed as a spot for people to nap.

On the brink of crossing a dangerous line, she hesitated. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“I’m just giving you the opportunity to have your way with me,” he offered, his face the picture of innocence.

She hadn’t expected that answer. “I don’t quite follow.”

He kicked one of his legs out and tangled it with hers. She stumbled and instinctively moved her hands forward to brace herself. Her palms flattened over his hard muscled chest when she landed.

She traced the shape of his pectorals. “What do you do all day? Work out?”

He chuckled, the low rumble all male. “I have access to the best personal trainers money can buy. They help keep me honest.”

She shook her head in disbelief as the man preened. “Have you heard of a concept called humility?”

“It’s not one of my virtues,” he admitted. “I’ve never understood the point.”

She sighed. “It’s the polite thing to do.”

He placed his forefinger under her chin and tipped her head up, his expression playful. “So what is a sweet, polite, goody two shoes doing on top of me?”

 

 


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