30 June 2015

Series Cover Reveal & Giveaway ~ The Scene by Roxy Sloane

Title: The Scene
Series: The Scene #1
Author: Roxy Sloane
Cover Design: Perfect Pear Designs
 Release Date: July 15, 2015


Miami. The city of sex, sin — and secrets.

I came here with one mission: solve the mystery behind my brother’s death. 
Somebody’s got answers. 
Somewhere, I’ll find what I’m looking for.

I didn’t bet on Xavier. He’s my way into the scene — and my biggest threat. 
I should keep my distance, but I can’t stay away.

I'm playing with fire, and I just pray I don't get burned.

The Scene Part 2

Release Date: July 22, 2015

The Scene Part 3

Release Date: August 5, 2015

Author Bio

Roxy Sloane is a romance junkie with a dirty mind. She lives in Los Angeles with her hot ex-military hubby and her two kids. She loves writing sexy, complex stories about pushing the boundaries and risking it all.

Author Links

Series Cover Reveal ~ Imperfect Chaos by Marie York


The only thing Nixon Bennett ever excelled at is fighting. No one ever understood him, especially his parents and sister.

Then Brooklyn Davis walks into his gym, and his world shifts.

Brooklyn is just like him in so many ways, and yet so fragile in others.

Can she fix this broken boy even though she's broken herself?

Add to your TBR on Goodreads

 About the Author

Marie York is an American writer who works the corporate circuit by day but come nightfall transforms into a steamy writer. She loves the city life and a good cocktail.


Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Beautiful Little Fool by K.K. Hendin


Eighty seven billion dollars.
One dead New York business mogul.
No heirs.
No wives.
No relatives.
Eighty seven billion dollars.
Not hers yet.
He doesn’t deserve them.
He doesn’t know what to do with them.
She does.
She always has.
Eighty seven billion dollars.
He’s overwhelmed.
She’s prepared.
That will should have had her name.
Not his.
Eighty seven billion dollars.
His looks are a bonus.
Her looks are her weapon.
He’s fighting a losing battle against his heart.
He doesn’t know it yet.
Eighty seven billion dollars.
She gets everything she wants.
He’s what she wants.
Love has nothing to do with it.
To get to where you’re going, sometimes you need to step on a few people to get there.
Good thing her heels are sharp.


This sale is just for a limited time!

Add to Goodreads


Cedar glanced around the rapidly filling church with satisfaction that would never show on her face. The Mayor was going to be here in another three minutes, and everything was running according to schedule. As it should be. The seating plans emailed the night before was a stroke of genius, in her opinion. Everyone was sitting where she, and partially Harold, had decided, and hopefully nobody would think of doing anything stupid, like flirting with the people they were fucking in front of spouses. Any other event it was no problem, and added to the entertainment for the night, but that wouldn’t be tolerated today.

If the net worth of all the people in this church were added together, it would be enough to put a significant dent in the national debt. Significant. The air smelled of money, privilege, and power. This may have been New York, land of the immigrant and city of the diverse, but in this church, it was New York, land of stock options, and city of real estate deals with a side business of who even knew. In this church, diversity meant that the only people in the room whose net worth were under one million dollars were corded off and sitting with pads of paper and a pen, scribbling notes about everyone whose net worth was more than they could imagine making a year.

Good, thought Cedar. Good.

Mr. Morris came up to here. “Cedar.”

She inclined her head. “Morris.”

“The Mayor is here and should be seated in a few moments.”

Cedar checked her watch. Perfect. “Excellent. Vanguard is starting, he’ll make his way to the front now.”

The musicians were in place. The sun was struggling to break through the clouds and was failing miserably. Some of the most powerful people in the United States were sitting in the lush seats, waiting for the service to begin.

This is what money can get you, thought Cedar. This is what real power gets you. And even though death wasn’t a thing she was going to contemplate for herself anytime soon, this is what she was setting her sights on.

Tomorrow, the newspapers would be full of pictures. Magazines were rushing to get out special editions, eulogizing Harold and remembering all he’d accomplished.

Being sweet didn’t get you any of this. Being nice, actually nice? Those people were the ones who were still working as reception somewhere in Queens. Being honest? Actually honest? Those were the people who lost their businesses, whose homes had been bought by Harold and sold for a fortune.

This was what you got when you went after what you wanted.

She looked at Vanguard, and nodded slightly. The head of the New York City Stock Exchange walked to the front of the church, and cleared his throat. There was immediate silence, followed by the sound of the front door being shut.

“We gather here today to celebrate the life and mourn the death of Harold Feingold,” he began, his voice echoing through the church.

Cedar relaxed a little bit, and took out her handkerchief. The world was Cedar’s stage, and this was another scene she would nail.

Author Information

KK Hendin’s real life ambition is to become a pink fluffy unicorn who dances with rainbows. But the schooling for that is all sorts of complicated, so until that gets sorted out, she’ll just write. Preferably things with angst and love. And things that require chocolate.

KK spends way too much time on Twitter (where she can be found as @kkhendin), and rambles on occasion over at

Author Links

Sign up for KK Hendin's Newsletter

Enter to win a NYC Alex and Ani bracelet, a signed copy of BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FOOL, and a NY Coffee Mug. US Only. 2 additional winners will receive a backlist title by KK Hendin. 

Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Gunny (Rebel Wayfarers MC #5) by MariaLisa deMora

Shattered following a devastating betrayal that results in the death of his friends, Lane Robinson finds himself in Fort Wayne, Indiana, a world away from his previous life as a Marine. Robinson is trying to forget the past, but healing from the deadly deceit that cut blood deep is hard, and memories of that treachery taint every interaction in his life. He misses the comradery and bond he had with his brothers in arms, and now can’t help but view everyone around him with mistrust and suspicion.
Robinson meets a member of the Rebel Wayfarers motorcycle club, and with an introduction into the biker’s circle of friends, he finds that elusive sense of home that has been missing from his life for too long. Initiated into the club and now called Gunny, Robinson buries himself in his new life as a Rebel member.

Secure within his newfound family, Gunny fills his days with solitary work and finds he possesses a gift for motorcycle restoration, forming a career out of this exacting passion. Trying to leave behind the man he was before the club, unfortunately his feelings of cynicism aren’t so easy to set aside. Even within the club, surrounded by members he readily calls brother, he grants his trust to only a few. One of those is Davis Mason, national president, and a man he is proud to call friend.
Into this meticulously constructed life dances Sharon Elkins, the one woman who seems to possess the ability to tear down the walls he has spent so long building. She is the first person who sees beyond his surface façade, the first he’s let get close in so long…can he trust the emotions she stirs in his soul?

As she becomes an ever more important part of his world, darkness from their former lives collides in a dangerous cascade of conspiracy and schemes. Can he protect the woman he has come to love, and will they be able to fight their way clear of the chaos that threatens to entrap them?

Chapter 12, Rebels Ride

Walking into the bedroom, he put a knee to the bed, carefully crawling to the headboard and twisting to sit, pulling her into his lap. “Babe, you don’t know what you want?” It was a loaded question, and she would know it, because he was a big fan of knowing your own mind, a conversation they had more than once.

She shifted, tucking herself against him, nestling her head beneath his chin. “Well, yeah, I do. Maybe it’s more about not being sure I deserve what I want.”

“And if I want you?” He asked the question softly, nuzzling the side of her head.

With a quiet sob, she said in a tear-filled voice, “I’m not sure you deserve just me. So much more, baby, you deserve so much more.”

“Shhhh, Sharon. My Rose of Sharon, you hush that talk. What if I want you, baby? You make me happy. I want you, so can I have you? Do I deserve to have what makes me happy?” He pressed his lips against the side of her head, slowly stroking one hand against the edge of her jaw, cupping his hand around the column of her throat. “Can I?” He traced down her neck with his thumb, dragging it across her collarbone towards the curve of her shoulder. “Baby, can I have you?” He brought his hand across, the backs of his knuckles brushing against her nipples, and he watched as they hardened and pressed against the fabric of her shirt. He closed his hand over her breast, squeezing lightly as he rolled her nipple between finger and thumb.

Her gasp was his only answer and he leaned down, capturing her mouth with his own, lips coaxing hers into responding, opening for him. He pressed his advantage, stroking into her mouth with his tongue, sliding between her lips and tasting her. Fucking addictive, he thought. Kissing her recklessly, the excitement and passion in their embrace increased his arousal and he groaned into her mouth, feeling his cock throb and jerk against the buttons of his pants.

“If I want you, can I have you?” he asked again, his voice rough with passion, lips against hers, their foreheads nearly touching. “If I wanted to keep you for myself, could I? All mine?” He traced his nose along the length of her jaw, nuzzling her ear, dusting soft kisses along the way. “Because I want you, babe…wanna keep you,” he whispered, his fingers caressing and plumping her breast while he nipped with his teeth at her earlobe. His other hand slid down her back, slipping underneath her jeans to press between her ass cheeks, pulling her hard against him. She sighed at his touch, and he felt her hands moving restlessly up and down his arms, stroking his face, running over his scalp.

“Wanna fuck you.” He kissed her. “Wanna keep you,” he repeated, nuzzling her cheek and tightening his fingers around her ass. “Wanna have you. Mine.” He stroked into her mouth with his tongue, his fingers plucking at her nipple. “Wanna eat you.” His arms tightened, hands clenching where they gripped, the kiss deepening and renewing. “Eat you right up, baby. Can I?” he asked, and smiled against her lips at her affirmative response.

“You’re mine, babe,” he said, releasing her and standing, divesting himself of his clothes, tossing them carelessly away from him. He turned back to her, found her still mostly dressed, and reached out, tugging at the button on her pants, sliding his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down, along with her panties. “Need to see you,” he whispered, removing her shirt and bra, settling her back onto the bed.

“Have to taste you,” he breathed, lips on the inside of her knee as he worked his way between her legs. “You’re going to come hard, babe,” he said, nipping and gently biting at her pussy lips, tugging them into his mouth before separating them with the tip of his tongue.

Slipping his hands up her legs, he draped them over his shoulders, seeing her toes curl into the sheet in anticipation. “Gunny?” She said his name like a question and he looked up her body, glowing in the limited moonlight cast through the windows.

“Yeah, baby?” he said, twisting and twirling his tongue along her opening, shallowly dipping inside then moving up to circle her clit. He slid his hands along the backs of her thighs, cupping her pussy firmly with one hand. His middle finger slipped up to caress and flick her clit, and he ground the heel of his hand into her, feeling the wetness making her slippery.

“I love you.” This was said so softly that for a few moments, he wasn’t positive he had heard right, and then he groaned, lunging forward and covering her mound with his mouth, licking and biting, sucking and fucking her with his tongue and fingers, compelled by an urgency that stunned him. Hearing those words from her lips nearly did him in, and he pressed his hips into the mattress, mindlessly trapping his cock between his belly and the sheets, trying to remain focused on her responses to his attention.

Fingers grazed his skin as she touched the side of his face, dragging her fingertips down to his lips, joining his tongue in ravaging her pussy. She slid a finger along each side of her clit, raising and exposing it for his tongue, and he obliged her unspoken need, pressing hard and then flicking it rapidly side-to-side as she gasped. Her other hand found its way to his scalp, fingernails scratching gently across his skin, making him sorry he didn’t have hair for her to grip and pull in this moment.

She tensed and he watched ardently as she came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her clit was throbbing under his tongue as he licked along where she was touching herself and then down where his fingers still thrust inside her. He continued that movement, pushing and twisting them, retreating and returning again and again. Her shoulders arched up off the bed, her back rounding as she raised to look at him. Her thumb traced his eyebrow before her hand went to the back of her knee, pulling her leg out farther, opening herself to him.

“Told you, babe. You come hard on my mouth every time. Baby,” he said, trailing his lips gently across the sensitive flesh of her pussy. “You want my mouth or my cock now?”

“You,” she said immediately, her voice raw with having just come so hard. “I want you inside me. Love me. Please, love me.”

Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says “I’ve always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available, I’ve been known to read the back of the cereal box.” She still reads voraciously, and always has a few books going in paperback, hardback, on devices, on napkins!

Oatmeal is her comfort food. She hates gardening but loves flowers; not cut arrangements, but in the wild, outside. She has a deep and abiding respect for our military. Her dad was career Air Force, and flew during the Cuban Missile Crisis, Korean Conflict and Vietnam War. Parades make her cry. Walking Dead is about the only TV she watches anymore, don’t bother her on Walking Dead night, when she’s been known to shout, “Go Team Darryl!” Yes, she’s still sad about Firefly.

She’s a hockey fan, like … a serious hockey fan. She’s loyal to the Edmonton Oilers, but asks that we don’t judge her about that. She also likes the Nashville Predators and Ottawa Senators. The local ECHL team, the Fort Wayne Komets, are a fav of hers, and she has season tickets. She’ll also generally try to hit the road games within a hundred-mile radius.

She’s a wanna-be hiker, working on a “bucket list” of hikes like Knobstone (completed in four days mid-April 2014 – whoooo!), sectioning parts of the AT (51 miles in Georgia in early-May 2014), and now and then looking west towards PCT.

She embraces her inner geek; MariaLisa has been working in the tech field for a couple decades. A sometime PC gamer, she still plays EverQuest after all these years. She says, “What can I say, I’m loyal (see above, I’m an Oilers fan LOL). Yes, I’ve heard of WoW, and have a coupla toons there, too.”

On music, she says, “I love music of nearly any kind—jazz, country, rock, alt rock, metal, classical, bluegrass, rap, gangstergrass, hip hop—you name the type, I probably listen to it. I can often be seen dancing through the house in the early mornings. But what I really, REALLY love is live music. My favorite way to experience live music is seeing bands in small, dive bars [read: small, intimate venues]. If said bar [venue] has a good selection of premium tequila, then that’s a definite plus!”

a Rafflecopter giveaway

29 June 2015

Release Tour & Giveaway ~ The Emerald Virgin by Ravyn Rayne


Blushing Books Publishing
Erotic Romance, Dystopia
CONTENT WARNING: Spanking and Erotica

TheEmeraldVirgin_500x755 (2)
glitterbase (9)

Emerald – a girl with green eyes and a rarity after the horrific genocide that slaughtered millions.

After the war, King Gideon rose in power. A lust-filled and greedy king that believed in the power of slavery.

At eighteen, women were required to come before King Gideon and his four sons, to offer themselves as a courtesan. The princes took only those they found most attractive and alluring. The rest were returned to their homes with a brand on their wrist proving they had been through the process and rejected. Ignoring the ritual was punishable by death.

Aria Stone had been kept hidden from the princes and the ceremony, because she was an Emerald. At twenty-three, the royal guards storm her home, murder her mother, and drag her to court. She must face the four princes. 

A dystopian erotic adventure.

glitterbase (4)

"Your guards murdered my mother, dragged and drugged me from my home. Anything else you wish to know?" Aria asked, short-tempered.

James stepped close enough to feel his breath against her cheek. "I can see your reluctance to be here, but I assure you no harm will come to you, Aria."

It was hard to believe him given the circumstances. Aria crossed her arms defensively. She didn't say a word. There was nothing to say that would please him and make her happy. She wouldn't lie or pretend to care about him when anger ebbed away at her and boiled in her blood. Not when he made Aria think of her mother and asked her about what happened, as if he pretended to care. Unlike the other women here looking for something, she just wanted her freedom returned. Pretending eluded her.


 glitterbase (6)

What inspired you to write your first book?

My first Ravyn Rayne book was inspired by Without A Trace, X-Files, and Fringe. I used to watch a lot of FBI crime dramas and I would write tons of fan fiction. I wanted a book that delve into their relationships a bit more than just on the surface. I love the sexual tension those shows brought but I wanted it to get resolved with steamy sex scenes!

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

Probably when I was in high school. I spent a lot of time reading books and writing poetry. I didn't really get into writing fiction until I was in college. I'd been reading a ton of fan fiction (and novels) and wanted a crack at it. Once I started, I couldn't stop writing.

What books have influenced your life most?

The Fault In Our Stars, The Handmaid's Tale, The Hunger Games, Number the Stars

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

It would definitely be Alta Hensley.

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

I'm not sure how "new" they are, but they are certainly new to me! I've been reading and loving the romance novels by: Elsa Black, Bryony Kildare, Alta Hensley, and Victoria Winters. Next on my list to tackle are Maggie Ryan and Renee Rose.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Sometimes finding the right placement for a romantic sex scene can be challenging. Especially if there's a kidnapping involved or the woman is married. You have to make it believable while still retaining your reader and rewarding them for staying with the story.

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Yes! I always do research, no matter the book. With The Emerald Virgin, I learned a lot about futuristic technology. However, most of that research ended up being useful for later on in the series.

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Write as often and as much as you can. Don't be afraid to let others read it.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I know you have so many choices of books to read, so thank you for choosing one of my novels! I love hearing from each and every one of my readers. Don't be a stranger.

Follow are bloggers/readers who have asked questions of their own.

*** 6 Feet Under Books ***
5 Favorite Shows
(currently on TV)
The 100
Orphan Black
Big Bang Theory

*** Literary Misfit ***
Morning Person or Night Owl
Chocolate or Vanilla
Good Guy or Bad Boy
Coke or Pepsi
Wine or Beer
Lights on or Lights off
Chocolate syrup or whipped cream
Comedy or Horror
Boxers or Briefs
Biker or Fighter (MMA)

glitterbase (1)

Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.

Although BURNING DESIRE is her debut romantic erotica novel, it is not her first published book. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her other books here.

glitterbase (2)

Follow Ravyn
Blog | Facebook | Twitter

For less steamy reads, you can follow her here
Blog | Facebook | Twitter