Feast on this collection of 22 Contemporary and Paranormal/Sci-Fi/Fantasy Erotic stories from bestselling, award-winning and multi-published authors, in this limited-time anthology. All stories are exclusive new content and can be read without reading the series, but will be icing on the cake for readers loyal to each saga.
JUST DESSERTS – A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights
22 Bestselling, award-winning and multi-published authors bring you the naughtiest delights.
Michele Bardsley ~ Honey Bear ~ The Pearson’s Security Series
Renee George ~ Alpha-Bites ~ The Cull: Claimed by the Alpha
Jodi Redford ~ Perfect Passion ~ Perfect Chemistry
Zara Cox ~ Indigo Velvet ~ Indigo Lounge Series
Renea Mason ~ Tasting Paris ~The Good Doctor Trilogy
Piper Denna ~ Confidential Craving ~ Fantasies Inc. Series
Erzabet Bishop ~ Black Magic Café
Iyana Jenna ~ Strictly Professional
Anne Lange ~ Blind Taste Test
S.J. Maylee ~ Common Grounds
Terri George ~ Feast on Me
Lee Rene ~ The Sweetness in the Pudding
Mindy Larson ~ Sweet Tooth
Felicity Kates ~ Super-Sex Me ~ The Little Miss Kick-Ass Series
Emma Nichols ~ Sinfully Sweet ~ The Sweet Series
Libby Sinclair ~ Cake Topper ~ The Incarnation Chronicles
Rissa Blakeley ~ A Little Taste of Naughty ~ The Shattered Lives Series
Mariah Kingsley ~ Sugar and Spice
Rosemary Rey ~ Always the Last One
Persephone Jones ~ Cherry Tart
Christine Severin ~ Cherry Lips
J.S Snow ~ Claiming
Join the Just Desserts Release Party on June 20th on Facebook… to meet with the authors and for a chance to win prizes…
Welcome back to the blog and Happy Monday! Today I have a treat for you all — a visual delight, as it were. I’ve got a new cover to reveal to you. One I had the pleasure of getting to create. This one is for a contemporary western romance novella, MORGAN’S MOUNTAIN, the next installment in Krista Ames, Montana Series from Roane Publishing.
Really love how this one turned out…
Description: On the proverbial run from another failed relationship, Morgan finds herself in the one place she always found solace. With every intention of being alone, she’s surprised when she comes across the one person she never expected.
Luke would go to the ends of the earth to figure out why Morgan ran away five years ago and make things right with her. However, a dangerous trek up the mountains to her family’s cabin might not have been the smartest choice. To say she was happy to see him would be a huge lie. Having to rescue him, mortifying for Luke.
Toss a kidnapper into the mix and their feelings for each other are brought into perspective, revealing parts of themselves they never thought would come to light.
By Connie L. Smith
Blurb: Lila and Austin have known each other since she befriended his younger brother when she was a toddler. In fact, since her parents moved from her hometown, Lila’s lived with Austin’s family. The two are friends, though more of the teasing, taunting breed than the BFF variety.
But all it takes is one moment for everything to change…
For Austin, that moment comes when Lila performs a rumba in the school’s auditorium to qualify for the state dance competition, the young woman on stage so far-removed from the little girl in his memories.
For Lila, the moment is a reflected image of Austin preparing for prom, the guy standing in front of his mirror hardly resembling the child that spent so much of his youth pestering her.
Will they find a way to admit to themselves and their families that their feelings are deeper than friendship? And can Lila focus on this building relationship – and deal with her unstable ex – and still win the dance contest?
Austin’s gorgeous, smart, funny, ambitious, and athletic.
But he’s certainly not a dancer.
I learn that early in our miniature lesson, though it doesn’t bother me. No aggravation surfaces on his face if he misses a step, and his laughter when he completely botches a move proves contagious. He’s terrible, we both know it, and it’s about the most fun I’ve had in years.
When he messes up a particularly simple step, I cackle so much, I let go of his fingers to hold my palms over my mouth. “How could you miss that?”
Without a bit of shame, he shrugs. “It’s actually pretty easy to do on my end.”
“Well, I can see why I never picked you for a dance partner.”
He snorts. “Yeah, Trent was definitely the right way to go with that one. Now.” He takes my hands in his, glances down at his poorly functioning feet, then focuses on my face. “What did I do wrong?”
I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep my amusement from showing, but I manage. Barely. “You know how some people have two left feet?” I wait for him to nod before I let humor take over my features. “You seem to think you only have one foot, period.”
He scrunches his brow. “What do you mean?”
“That’s what you did wrong.” I take a step back and drop his hands, thinking an example would be the best way to explain the problem. “You went here.” I put my right foot in place. “Then here.” My left foot hardly budges. “Then here.” I move my right foot about ten inches. “You should’ve moved your left foot more. When you didn’t, it knocked your balance off.”
“Something that simple?”
I roll my eyes at the disbelief in his tone, then lace our fingers again. “Yeah. Something that simple. Every step’s important when you’re dancing.”
“Huh.” The song changes, and it’s another slow number, one I recognize from Trent’s oldies collection. Johnny Rivers, singing “Slow Dancing.” I’m tempted to glance at Trent and his date to verify what I suspect—that he’s the one who requested the tune—but instead, I gaze up at Austin and find him grinning at me.
“Now this I can handle,” he brags.
I snicker and sink back into his arms…
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About the Author:
Connie L. Smith spends far too much time with her mind wandering in fictional places. She reads too much, likes to bake, and might forever be sad that she doesn’t have fairy wings. And that she can’t swing dance. Her music of choice is severely outdated, and as an adult she’s kind of obsessed with Power Rangers. She has her BA from Northern Kentucky University in Speech Communication and History (she doesn’t totally get the connection either), and is currently working on her MA.
Blog/Main Site: http://clsmithbooks.blogspot.com/
Welcome back to the blog. As promised, here are my winners for the Merry May Blog Hop hosted by Roane Publishing.
GRAND PRIZE: Signed print copy of FOR THE LOVE OF MURPHY
RUNNER-UP PRIZE: eCOPY of winner’s choice from backlist of Rebecca Hart or R. Brennan
Congratulations to the winners!! I will be in touch this week to get a mailing address and eBook choice from the winners. Thanks to all who participated and a BIG THANK YOU to Roane Publishing for hosting the event.
See you next time. :)
Welcome to the Merry May Blog Hop hosted by Roane Publishing. I am pleased as punch to have you stop by to see me. You can Hop to any of the participating blogs and enter the giveaways offered on each site. Roane Publishing is also giving away a Grand Prize of 3 eBook titles of the winner’s choice, so be sure to hit their site and enter that. You can click on the Hop image above to go directly to their page.
Also, at the bottom of the post there is a link to the list of participating blogs, be sure and swing by the other sites and enter their giveaway’s as well.
For my part of the Hop, I will be offering a signed PRINT COPY of FOR THE LOVE OF MURPHY as the GRAND PRIZE, and a Runner-Up prize of an eCOPY of the winner’s choice from the back list of either Rebecca Hart or R. Brennan (since I write as both). Available in ePUB, Kindle or PDF formats. My back lists can be found on the sidebar of the blog here. Tame to the left and saucy to the right.
So how do you score an entry in the giveaway?
All you need to do to be entered to win is comment below telling me what you are most looking forward to this summer. You will also need to leave a contact email, so I can get in touch with you if you are selected as the winner. Please make your entries unique. Copied and pasted entries will be disqualified.
As a BONUS — you can win an extra entry in the giveaways by following me on twitter (@Rebelhart69 or @bexbrennan) Be sure to tell me in your comment post what your twitter handle is, so I know who to give the extra entry to. If you don’t have twitter, you can follow me on any of the social media links at listed on the blog and as long as you tell me who you are and what app you followed me on, I will still give you the extra entry into the drawings.
For myself, what I am most looking forward to this summer, as with any summer, is the opening day of camp. I’ve been up to “Camp Tortuga” to rake and take the cover off the camper, but that is merely a tease. The campground doesn’t open officially until May 15th (almost there). Coincidentally, the same day the Hop ends. Giveaway open until Midnight EDT May 15th, 2015. Winners will be selected and announced in a followup post no later than Monday, May 18th. Print Copy Giveaway open to US Residents ONLY. (Sorry) eBook Giveaway open to International Entries.
A big thank you to Roane Publishing for hosting the HOP. Don’t forget to visit with the other blogs participating and enter their giveaways as well. Load of prizes to be had, folks.
Thanks so much for coming by. I look forward to reading your comments!
Happy Book Birthday to LONGING FOR HER and Lynn Burke (@AuthorLynnBurke) #RizzoFamily #Erotic #Romance
A very happy Book Birthday to LONGING FOR HER, Book #2 in Lynn Burke’s fantastic Rizzo Family series.
LONGING FOR HER
by Lynn Burke
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: TODAY (May 7, 2015)
Blurb: Straight-laced Cole Risso has longed for his sister’s bohemian best friend Gwen since he first laid eyes on her as a kid. Now, as future patriarch of the Risso Family, he’s expected to marry well. A free spirit and unconventional daughter of a pot-toking hippie hardly qualifies.
When one night of giving into temptation ruins them both for any other, Cole and Gwen are faced with a decision – love the other enough to let them go, or defy family expectations and fight for their hearts’ desires. No matter the decision, their choices have the power to destroy all they hold dear.
About the Author: Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Familly Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.
#SALE: All Roane Publishing Print Titles on SALE for 25% OFF at Createspace in May #Books #Discount #Romance #Fantasy
That’s right. If it was released by Roane Publishing and is a print book, it’s on sale this month. To make things easier, below are links to the titles available at 25% off in MAY. Make sure to use the COUPON CODE to get the 25 % off.
Time to Stock up!!!
Consider stumbling upon your best friends making love, and from that moment onward being consumed by a frightening new attraction for them that drives you to distraction. That’s what happens to my heroine, Sasha Mooney, and during the course of the story she’s forced to decide whether she’s the third wheel or third lover.
After Sasha Mooney’s latest doomed relationship fails, her best friends, Kate and Justin, drag her off for a long weekend in a remote cottage to celebrate her thirtieth birthday. Only, the new romance between Kate and Justin highlights Sasha’s loneliness—and jealousy—and she can’t help but crave the return of their cozy, platonic threesome.
Whichever way Sasha turns, she stumbles across Kate and Justin making love, and soon she’s consumed by a frightening desire for both of them that isolates her further.
When a morning alone with Kate leads to a romantic encounter, Sasha’s guilt and self-loathing spiral out of control. She’s crossed a line and quickly hurdles another when Justin walks in on her in the shower and sparks fly. With hopes of salvaging her friendships fading fast, Sasha’s options don’t look pretty. Either she risks Kate and Justin’s contempt by admitting her feelings for them both, or she respects their new relationship and walks out of their lives for good.
To celebrate release day, I have a fantastic competition for you.
- One (1) digital copy of Secret Yearning by Lolly Tova
- One (1) bespoke pendent by Joanne Gailbraith
- Winner will be drawn on Tuesday 19th May 2015
Lolly Tova writes contemporary and fantasy erotic romance.
Lolly is a West Country girl living in London, England, who regularly breaks the cardinal rules of city life by making eye contact with strangers and wishing passers-by a good morning.
By day, Lolly helps to shape the next generation of art masters. By night, she crafts her erotic flights of fancy, which are slightly kooky, a lot quirky, and a smidgen dark and disturbing when the wind blows in the right direction.
Social Media Links: Facebook | Twitter | Website/Blog | Goodreads
I’ve got a new cover to share with you all from the next Roane Publishing release, THINGS MYSTERIOUS by Matthew Chabin. This is another of my own cover designs and as I mentioned to someone the other day, I am getting better at them as time goes on. Practice makes perfect and all that. But, rather than toot my horn, why don’t I just share it with you all, eh?
Here it is…
by Matthew Chabin
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date:June 22, 2015
Keywords: Romance, Mystery, Paranormal, Mortality, Literary
Description:Dasan Garret is a disappointed man. Recently divorced and just returned from a traumatic tour of duty in Iraq, he moves back to his hometown of Portland, Oregon only to find himself unexpectedly alone. His old friends are all gone, moved away, locked up, or dead. Women seem to occupy a parallel universe. With no community and few prospects, he takes a job as a night watchman and withdraws ever deeper into the shadows of his mind.
Until one day when he meets Edenia, and she lights up his world like a bolt of pure energy. She seems perfect: vibrant, gifted, kind, sexy, a sudden and unlooked-for reprieve from the sad ruin of his life. And yet there remains a nagging sense that something isn’t right. Could it be that he is merely slow to trust the happiness she offers him? Or is there something behind that waver in her laugh, that fleeting look of sadness in her eyes?
The mystery deepens when one day Edenia disappears. Dasan believes he must find her in order to go on living. But to find her again, he will have to confront a devastating truth about her life, and his.
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The title will be up on Goodreads sometime today, so be sure to add it to your TBR list.
About the Author: Matthew Chabin was born in Santa Fe, New Mexico and grew up in Portland, Oregon. He served four years in the US Navy as a ship crewman, journalist and public affairs liaison. He studied literature and philosophy at Southern Oregon University. After graduating in 2010, he started teaching English abroad, working in the Czech Republic and volunteering with the Dalai Lama’s affiliate organization, Tibet Charity, in Dharamsala/Mcleod Ganj, India. He currently lives in Nagano Prefecture of Japan with his wife, Marie, and cat, Futa.
His work has appeared in Gravel: A Literary Journal, Southern Pacific Review, Piker Press, and Black Denim. He is the author of a memoir, Equaling Heaven, which he hopes to see published in the near future.
By J. J. Lore
Release Date: 7 April 2015
Teaser: Two sexy elves, one innocent human woman, and a pair of thigh-high boots.
Blurb: Hanna Bregot is struggling to make a go of her ailing father’s cobbler shop, but the residents of her town regard a woman shoemaker as an oddity. At the end of the day, she can’t even summon the energy to repair her tattered slippers, let alone earn enough to feed herself or her cat.
Elf companions Lear and Garrin like to mingle among humans, but always in disguise. When they notice a poor cobbler crying over her shoes one evening, they immediately decide to intervene and give her a gift in the hopes of lifting her spirits.
What starts out as simple kindness soon morphs into a sensual game the three want to play forever. But when the Queen of the Elves discovers their love, it becomes a matter of magic versus mundane in a life or death decision.
A gasping noise interrupted his thoughts and he and Lear turned toward the sound, alert to any threat. Rather than facing an intruding thief, instead they confronted a blinking Hanna crouched on the stairs. She was clad in a thin chemise, her bare feet and ankles peeping out from under the frayed hem as she tottered on an upper step, her thin hand grasping the rail. Her pink lips parted wordlessly as she glanced between the two of them. For a long moment, Garrin found himself wondering what she saw. Neither he nor his mate had bothered to assume a human veil, so she was now seeing elven men for what had to be the first time in her life. He knew he was ruggedly built by his race’s standards, where Lear aligned more closely to the slim, lithe ideal. They both had brown hair grown long and pulled back in a hank. His was thick and dark while Lear’s was more auburn and smooth. Of course, their pointed ears and sharper features were likely the first things she’d notice, alerting her to the presence of magical beings in her shop.
“You’re…you’re…” Hanna’s soft voice trembled and before he realized what he was about, Garrin found himself rising, ready to assist. Her blue eyes widened as she took him in and her eyelids fluttered. Like a felled sapling she slumped, crumpling on the stairs in a swoon. She would have tumbled down the last remaining few if he hadn’t gathered her up in his arms. Her warm weight was a welcome burden and he allowed himself the pleasure of looking over her body, taking in the swells of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her gown, the curved collarbone and hollow at the base of her throat revealed by the garment’s disarray. Her dark brown lashes fluttered against her pale skin as she roused and he couldn’t help but draw in a deep breath to capture her sweet, musky scent while he could.
Lear crouched at her side, running his fingers along the soft skin of her wrist, his gaze never leaving her face.
“Should we return her to bed, do you think?” Garrin tried to keep his voice low so as to not startle her, but she flinched and blinked her eyes instead. Her gaze flew to his, her deep blue eyes wide with confusion as she pressed her hands to his chest as if to push away. He tightened his grip instinctively, something about their physical closeness pulling him to her in an immediate and primal way. Her muscles stiffened in response and at that slight friction against his body, his prong thrummed to life, affirming that indeed he wished to have this woman.
“What are you? Why are you in my shop?” Her voice quavered and her eyes brightened with imminent tears. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Garrin took in an aghast breath. She was frightened of them? To be fair, they were trespassing, but they were attempting to do a good deed and had certainly never contemplated sneaking up to observe her as she slept. Or at least he hadn’t until the thought occurred.
“We won’t hurt you.” Lear’s voice went quiet and soothing, but the woman shook her head in denial. Her limbs quivered as if she longed to escape.
“We aimed to help you, mistress, only that.” Garrin knew that wasn’t quite the whole truth but better to reassure her than reveal he and his mate harbored lustful thoughts toward her. To ease her stress he invoked a small glamour over her, a mere shadow of reassurance and charm.
“But…but…what are you? You aren’t like any men I’ve seen before. Are you from one of the northern kingdoms?” Hanna blinked and attempted to sit up, somehow managing to position herself on Garrin’s lap. His thickened prong approved of the soft buttocks pressed to it. Her expression was sleep softened and gentle, not tense and frightened like before.
“In a manner of speaking,” Lear agreed with her but went still as she reached out one work-worn hand to almost touch the flared point of his ear.
“Was that an injury? How could that be? You both have them.” Her tone went from speculative to confused. Her whole body flinched against his, and Garrin longed for her to move like that when he had his thick prong pressed tight inside her body. However, it seemed there were quite a few impediments to overcome before that scenario would come to pass.
“You aren’t human, are you?” Now she did pull away in earnest, somehow able to overcome the little spell he’d sent her way.
Lear reached out to her cheek and whispered something under his breath and she quieted again, gently shaking her head even as she subsided against Garrin’s shoulder.
“We’re elves.” Garrin believed direct was best, especially when she was somewhat impaired by magic. She moaned low in her throat and Lear again reached for her, smoothing his fingers along her wrists.
“But you don’t exist. The old stories are mere fables and tales. The devil has pointed ears like yours. Or a demon. The cleric says minions of hell can come to steal us away underground where you use us cruelly.”
Garrin wondered what the cleric’s reaction would be if an orc shambled through his church in the middle of a service, or dwarves tunneled out of the vestry floor. As always, the legends and tales of humans cast magical folk as the enemy and blamed them for all the troubles that befell them.
“We aren’t devils or even particularly mean.” Lear smiled at her and she tentatively returned it. How much of her agreeability was due to genuine feeling or the glamour, Garrin couldn’t guess, but the main point was she was calm. “Merely different.”
Hanna raised her hands in the air and shifted her legs, clearly attempting to rise, but Garrin wanted to hold her fast. She might stumble and he would not care to see her injure herself.
“You need to let me go. You need to leave my home,” she declared as she wrenched herself free and tottered between them. Her gaze fell on the boots gleaming like night, and her eyes widened again. “What…are those for me?”
“Yes, Mistress Hanna.” Lear stood from his crouch and reached for the boots, holding them out as the silken laces trailed down.
“This defies all explanation. Mythical creatures in my shop, making me beautiful things.” Hanna’s voice trailed off as she accepted the boots and ran her fingertips along the stitched seams, her hair loosening from the plait down her back. “I should be afraid, screaming for the constable, but I’m not. Why?”
Garrin cleared his throat, sure he didn’t want to tell her the reason.
“We mean you no harm, so there’s no need to be afraid.” Lear nodded encouragingly at her. “Would you care to try them on?”
He knelt at her feet, a supplicant searching for her approval. Abandoning all pretense of aloofness, Garrin joined him, needing to touch her again. He no longer cared about the potentially grave consequences of interacting with her. He craved this sweet-smelling human as he craved wooded glens and waterfalls.
About the Author: J. Lore needs three things; strong, black coffee, time to write, and…well…you can guess the third. When she isn’t inventing fantastical tales filled with passionate people, she’s shaking sriracha on whatever she’s eating or reading about the Justinian plague.
For updates on her bestselling erotic romance releases, visit her at http://mllesnarratif.com/j-j-lore/ or follow on Twitter @JJLore1