Release Blitz: Royal Protection by Amy Briggs and Jess Epps

Royal Protection: Little Queens Duet 1

Photography: BT Urruela, Wicked Warrior Photography

Cover Design: Golden Czermak, Furious Fotog

Cover Model: Amy Briggs

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Miranda Royal, lead singer and songwriter of the band Little Queens, is about to headline her first tour with her sister Carmen, the drummer, and their bandmates. While being on the road is no new thing for them, the threatening letters Miranda has been receiving are coming more regularly and reach her in almost every city they perform. Focusing solely on the tour, Miranda tries to avoid everything but the performances and publicity the band needs to keep their dream alive.

Until Ryan King joins the tour.

Ryan King, Army Ranger turned personal security to the elite, has been hired by the Little Queens’ manager and father to protect Miranda while they’re out on tour. An unorthodox request combined with her adamant refusal to have personal security means Ryan has to go undercover as a writer for a popular rock magazine against his better judgement.

As he tries to find the stalker and grows closer to Miranda, he fights his overwhelming attraction to her, afraid it will impact her safety. Will one wrong move cause everything the Little Queens have worked for to come crashing down?

Read Miranda and Ryan’s story in Royal Protection: Little Queens Duet 1

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Forgive Me Somehow, Danielle Steele

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In case there’s someone out there who didn’t know, my big sis, Lucy Blue, is a much better writer than me.  So much better that I’ve let her take over my blog today to talk about her new release, Alpha Romeo.  It’s a scintillating tell-all book written in the style of a Hollywood memoir.  Think about it this way– it’s the book about Angelina Jolie that you’ve always wanted to read.  Lucy herself describes the book as being  throwback to the old Danielle Steele/ Sidney Sheldon days.  Anyway, today she’s taking over to talk about how she came to write Alpha Romeo and why it’s such an important book for her. 

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When I was a teen-ager, my mother’s favorite writer was Danielle Steele.  It was one of the many things we fought about.  “Those books are just garbage,” I would tell her.  “They all have the same stupid, melodramatic plot.  The characters are paper dolls.  They read like the back of a cake mix.  You read Thomas Hardy for fun, for heaven’s sake.  How can you read that crap?”

                As I recall, her defense usually ran along the lines of different strokes for different folks.  But if I’d been particularly obnoxious, she might point out that she couldn’t understand how her beautiful daughter could enjoy “sickness” like Stephen King and Anne Rice, either, but she still loved me.

                As I got older and started writing fiction of my own, she read every word I wrote.  She was what that sicko Stephen King would call my “first reader,” and she praised it all, even the stuff outside her comfort zone, even the stuff I never finished.  She encouraged me every step of the way, and when I sold my first book, a horror opus about vampires, consumptive whores, and Shakespeare, no one could have been more proud.

                Mama’s health was never great, but about ten years ago, she took a definite turn for the worse.  I was in the midst of writing about medieval vampires for Pocket Books.  I actually made my first draft deadline for The Devil’s Knight during a two-week leave of absence I had taken from my day job to take care of her after her second open heart surgery.  I don’t remember ever having the conscious thought to write a “Mama book.”  I was very happy with my vamps.  But right around that same time, reading a tabloid account of a celebrity divorce, I got the idea for Scarlett Cross, a movie star who’s been haunted her whole life by the violent death of her mother.  I started writing about her in first person, a technique I hadn’t used for anything but short stories since college, because that was just how she came out of my head.

                There are no supernatural monsters in Scarlett’s world.  Maybe at that point in my life, the real world seemed a lot scarier than any horror I could think up.  Maybe I lost the knack for believing in fairies and witches and vamps for a while.  I know I made Scarlett a movie star to keep the fantasy, to keep that distance–the same reason, I suspect, that all of Danielle Steele’s heroines in those days were fashion models and lady business magnates and the daughters of Russian nobility.  Those women go through hell, but they look fabulous doing it, and they never have to worry about stuff like money or bad plumbing (at least not after the first fifty pages).  I know for me at that time, the story of an ordinary woman watching her mother waste away was beyond my talent and strength.  But I could write the outlandish trials and tribulations of Scarlett Cross at lightning speed, wallowing in her pain.  I wrote her made-up memoir right alongside my paranormals, hundreds and hundreds of pages of her voice telling the lurid story of her life while my own life as I had always known it fell apart.

                And out of that came my latest book, Alpha Romeo, the story of Scarlett’s first love.  Mama passed away in 2008, years before my notebooks full of Scarlett gelled into anything like an actual book, but sections of that manuscript were the last of my writing she ever read.  “I love this one,” she told me.  “This one is you.  This is the one.”  And while I know my vamps are as much me as Scarlett, and I still think Danielle Steele’s writing kind of sucks, I love this story in a way I’ve never loved anything else I’ve written.  Because I know she would love it, not because her daughter wrote it, but because it’s her kind of book. 

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Our poor mother always wondered how she ended up with two daughters who liked to hide in a fantasy world.  I think it’s safe to say that we are exactly what she made us. Here’s more about the book:

If the tabloids only knew.

Scarlett Cross is the classic Hollywood princess. Daddy is a movie star; Mama was a supermodel murdered when Scarlett was only four years old. Now she’s eighteen pretending to be younger for the sake of her father’s image and starting her own career as the muse of a famous European auteur. But bad boy actor Romeo Kidd is everything she’s ever wanted. He makes her feel safe and loved and wanted for the first time in her life, and she’ll do anything to keep from letting him go.

If Alpha sounds like your kind of book too, you can click the image above and zoom right over to buy it!  It’s also available from Purple Sword Publications and All Romance if you prefer a different format.  They also have nifty-neato excerpts so you can test drive first!! 

NEW RELEASE: Lube It Up by Crymsyn Hart

lubeitupHi kids!  You know how much I love to feature new tasty little morsels on my blog.  Well today, I have just the thing to whet your appetite.  My good friend and fellow purveyor of erotic romance, Crymsyn Hart, has a brand new book with Secret Cravings called “Lube It Up.”  Its a quirky title for a really hot romance that will really get your gears grindin’.  Read more about it and then click the cover shot to get your copy!

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BLURB: 

Lara Kinman has returned home for her father’s funeral. It’s been almost a decade since she’s been home and doesn’t expect a happy homecoming with her brother.  However, when she returns, Lara runs in her ex-boyfriend Hale Dobbs. He isn’t anything like she remembered. The awkward boy has been replaced by a gorgeous man.

Hale tries to distract Lara from her grief by inviting her out for dinner. She agrees because there’s no need to worry because she’s not going to be in town long enough for anything to blossom between them. Little does she know that her family history has finally caught up with her. Can Hale help grease her wheels to reveal her true feelings for him? Or will Lara have to take over the family business and cut him completely out of her life?

EXCERPT:

He rubbed his fingers gently over her back, trying to soothe her. With each stroke, it awoke the desire that she had been harboring for him for such a long time. Lara snuggled into the warmth of his hug and forgot about everything else. She rubbed her cheek against his shirt, feeling the soft fabric. Hale slid his finger along her cheek, causing her to look up at him. He moved his finger under her chin and pulled her closer so that she had to stand on her tiptoes if she were going to kiss him. In high school she had been the taller one, now she came up to his chest. He definitely had a growth spurt. Staring into those deep blue eyes of his made everything in her stop. The world around her ceased to exist. When he tilted her chin up a little bit more, she noticed the sensuous curve of his top lip. A slight shadow of stubble was spattered across his cheeks, but it made him sexy as hell. She waited a couple of breaths to see what he would do, but even as they got closer and closer together, she couldn’t predict the outcome. Lara knew what she wanted, but she didn’t want to push him. After all that had happened and their heated words, she…

And then his mouth connected with hers, blocking all cohesive thoughts from her mind. Those sumptuous lips of his engulfed hers in a soft kiss. Her brain halted all ideas except experiencing more of his mouth and the tingles that it sent through her. The passion ignited within her and her nipples firmed. Lara pressed herself against Hale and slipped her arm around his back, experiencing his hard muscles. It took all her strength not to jump on him, climb him like a tree, and claim his breathtaking body right there in the parking lot. She ran her fingers along the curve of his spine and finally placed another on his chest to pull away from him. Lara licked her lips, savoring the smoky taste of him.

Hale seemed as out of breath as she was. His eyes were unfocused. The heat of his body kept her warm. Her lips seemed swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I—”

Lara placed a hand over his mouth to silence him. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to. I—” He held her wrist lightly and flicked his tongue over her index finger before he sucked it between his lips. Lara curled her toes together in her shoes to keep herself grounded. Her knees were weak and she was suddenly in need of new panties from being so aroused.

He wrapped his tongue around her finger, drawing it in and out of his mouth. She walked her fingers down his chest and clutched his cock, feeling the hardness of it. Lara rubbed him through his jeans and molded her body to his. Hale’s teeth grazed her fingertip as he nibbled it before letting her go. She squeezed his length and watched his eyes flutter shut. A soft moan tumbled from his lips. If she wasn’t careful, she’d fuck him in the backseat of his car.

“We have to stop,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. His breathing was even more labored than hers. Hale slipped his hands along her sides, stopping at the curve of her breast. Her nipples ached to be touched. Sparks ignited her nerves in anticipation. He continued down the sides of her stomach to the waistband of her skirt. His thumb delved between the fabric and her skin. He ran his finger over the silky material of her panties. She shivered at the light touch. Lara wanted him to continue further. To take away the ache that had started at her center and now needed to be satisfied. Scenarios of where this was going to go ran through her mind so quickly that she had could barely latch on to any of them.

She bit her lip, holding in the bliss that was already settling over her body. “Yes, we should stop,” Lara whispered.

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Sizzling Excerpt: One Hundred Strokes

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I hate that phrase, “domestic discipline.”  It sounds so… formal.  Or like some kind of government program.  At any rate, love it or hate it, I suppose that some would call my new release, “One Hundred Strokes,” an exercise in domestic discipline.  Though the couple in the story are not married, they are in a long-term, monogamous relationship.  Our heroine, Selene, is desperate to explore the darker, more adventurous side of her sexuality by tempting her lover with a little sensual spanking.  I decided I’d share a little excerpt with you guys today from the beginning of the book.  Here, Julian has discovered Selene’s fantasy and well…. to know more you’ll have to read for yourself….

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“I didn’t mean that you don’t love me. It’s just that sometimes you put me off for work. I don’t feel…you know…like the center of attention. And sometimes being the center of attention is nice.”

“I see,” he replied. He said no more but continued brushing out Selene’s thick locks. Over and over he dragged the bristles through her hair, smoothing it until the gentle strokes lulled her into a relaxed state of contentment. After several moments, his voice broke the silence, jerking Selene from her reverie. “You know, some might say that a need to be the center of attention all the time is selfish and rude.” Selene glanced into the mirror, seeing that his mouth was quirked into a playful smile. “Very unbecoming of a lady.”

“I’ve never thought of myself as a proper lady. You know that,” she replied, returning his smile with a spark of mischief in her eyes. “You of all people should know that.”

“Despite my tutelage.” He pulled back, standing up and tossing the hairbrush onto the bed. She started to follow, but Julian laid a heavy hand on her shoulder, pushing her back onto the seat. “Stay here. I have something I want to show you.”

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Gee… I wonder what he wants to show her.  And is it bigger than a baby’s arm??  To find out, you gotta buy the book.  So CLICK the image above and it will rocket you right on over to the Ellora’s Cave website where you can pick up this delectable little treat for just $1.49.  And after you read it, come on back over and leave me a comment.  You may just find one of my backlist in your email….