Spotlight for the Temptress

Today, I have C. J. Fallowfield with her erotic romance, The Temptress.

The Temptress by C.J. Fallowfield

Genre: Erotic, Contemporary Romance

The Temptress.
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There’s just something about a French accent, something that conjures images of romance, sex and passion. There’s a reason French is called ‘the language of love.’

Lulu McQueen runs an exclusive honeytrap agency, to test the fidelity of rich men for their suspicious partners. While her business flourishes and her track record in the field remains unbroken, earning her the nickname of The Temptress, her personal life isn’t so successful.

A trip to Paris, years ago, led to the most erotic encounter of her life with Luc, a charismatic, dominant, irresistible Frenchman. For one night she experienced bliss on a scale she’d never encountered and fled in the morning, ashamed of herself, but her Parisian one night stand was burned into her memories and no one since had compared.

With no one available on short notice, Lulu steps in to lure Mrs. Le Grand’s rich husband, for an extortionately high fee. Lulu’s in for the shock of her life when she finds her mark at the hotel bar. Luc Le Grand still has a face and body to make Adonis weep. He exudes confidence, masculinity and raw sex appeal.

The question now isn’t whether Lulu can tempt him, but whether she can resist him, retain her reputation and secure her fee, or whether she’ll fall under Mr. Le Grand’s spell. Again.

A standalone erotic romance novel, The Temptress contains adult themes and is only suitable for those aged over 18.

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I smiled as I sat at the traffic lights and the smartly dressed businessman in his BMW waiting next to me dropped his mirrored shades down his nose to cast an appreciative eye my way. I kept a hand on the leather steering wheel as I gave him a smile back. A bit of harmless flirtation in the morning never did anybody any harm. I revved the powerful engine on my Mercedes AMG GT S as he slid his glasses back up and put both hands on his steering wheel. I did the same, with a faint smile, as we waited for the lights to change to green. The second they did I left him standing and laughed, as the exhilaration of the acceleration of my new baby made my heart beat faster. That was the trouble with men, most of them underestimated me. They just saw me as eye candy, someone they’d like to bend over their office desk and fuck, no one ever took me seriously. I’d been blessed with excellent genes. Not only did I look stunning, but I had a brain too, which most men obviously thought lay somewhere between the domes of my breasts, as that’s where they focussed all of their attention when they were talking to me. I’d come away from University with a First Class Honours degree in Business Management and had just completed my Master’s Degree, doing it part time while I worked.  

C.J. Fallowfield is an Amazon #1 bestselling author who writes contemporary humorous erotic romance novels. She comes from the United Kingdom and is half French. She lives in the wonderful countryside of Wales, surrounded by rolling hills, trees and fields full of sheep and cows. Her writing aids include chocolate, Ben & Jerry’s and copious amounts of coffee. Reading was her main pastime, until she discovered the joy of creating hot, erotic, romantic fiction, but she still tries to set aside time to indulge her appetite for steamy reads by other authors too. She is yet to find her Prince Charming, but lives with her extremely pampered fur baby, Pumpkin, kitten of mass destruction. C.J. started writing in October 2013, releasing her first novel, New Leaves, No Strings (The Austin Series #1) in January 2014. Her alter ego, Charlotte Fallowfield, is due to release her debut romantic comedy novel on 26th February 2016.

C.J. started writing in October 2013, releasing her first novel, New Leaves, No Strings (The Austin Series #1) in January 2014.

Her alter ego, Charlotte Fallowfield, is due to release her debut romantic comedy novel on 26^th February 2016.

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Spotlight and Review - Her Montana Cowboy by Molly Ann Wishlade

Today, I'm spotlighting a book by Molly Ann Wishlade plus giving my review - see at the end.

TITLE: Her Montana Cowboy

AUTHOR: +Molly Wishlade 

HEAT RATING: Sizzling

BOOK LENGTH: Short Novel

WORD COUNT: 33,101

ISBN: 978-1-78430-746-2

SEXOMETER: 2

FORMAT: eBook

GENRE: Cowboys and Western, Erotic Romance, Historical

RELEASE DATE: 6th October 2015

Falling in love wasn’t part of Huyana’s plan, but when Matthew Duggan claims her as his own, she has to open her heart or risk losing everything.

Life has been tough for Huyana. From the moment of her violent conception, the odds were stacked against her.

Meeting Matthew Duggan and his family changes her life forever.

Family can be close. People can be kind. Love can be good.

But a lifetime of rejection and abuse is difficult to overcome and Huyana struggles to trust the man she loves. There are secrets in her past and she fears revealing them.

Can Huyana find the happiness she craves and allow herself to be claimed by her Montana cowboy?

TOTALLY BOUND

AMAZON

ALL ROMANCE 

Chapter One

“Edie! Get yer ass in here!” The gravelly voice rang out in the small house.

Huyana froze and held her breath. The knife she’d been using to chop carrots slipped from her grasp and clattered onto the tabletop. She hugged her slim waist and listened carefully for sounds of movement.

Nothing.

Yet.

Had William Montgomery gone back to sleep? She hoped so. If he was asking for his wife then he was going to have one of his bad days and therefore the longer he rested, the better. At least if he woke later, she would have company to help her deal with him. Even with all her experience of people, the old man’s sudden fluctuations from joy to anger to confusion still unsettled her and she’d prefer to have someone else nearby.

Someone like Matthew Duggan?

She shrugged away the thought. In the short space of time in which she’d known the handsome cowboy, she’d seen only good in him. He’d been kind, helpful and attentive, even coming to find her in Virginia City, where she’d been employed as a maid, to offer her the post as carer to William Montgomery. Not that other folks were hammering down the Duggans’ door to get the position, of course. But Matthew knew that her employer was leaving town and Huyana would soon be without an income. Matthew had suggested that his older brother, Kenan, offer Huyana the job. And mighty glad she was about it too. At first. But now she knew how hard it was caring for William Montgomery alone, she wondered if she’d made the right decision.

But of course she had. What other choice did she have? With her circumstances and her questionable background, what else could she expect to do? Whore? Beg? Steal? The choices for a mixed-race woman were limited indeed. Besides, it meant that she got to see Matthew Duggan regularly, even if she did clam up like a sixteen-year-old maiden every time he stepped over the threshold.

“Edie!”

Huyana jumped. She’d have to go check on William. He was clearly distressed. His wife had been in the ground just over a month. Sometimes he remembered this clearly, but at other times, he still thought she was alive and well. A wave of sympathy washed over Huyana. She knew what it was to love and lose someone and William deserved her compassion. The poor man was dealing with his raw grief in his moments of lucidity. Healing would likely take him longer than the average person because he wasn’t experiencing the heartache constantly with its full ferocity. Instead, it came in agonizing bursts, then, as if his mind was protecting him, he regressed to his confused state and forgot all about Edie’s death until the next lucid period. It was like a slow form of torture, and Huyana wished on a daily basis that she could do something to alleviate William’s pain and anguish.

Huyana scooped up the carrots from the flat wooden chopping board and dropped them into a bowl then wiped her hands on her apron. She crossed the room and stood outside the door of William’s bedroom then rapped her knuckles against the wood.

“You all right in there, Mr. Montgomery?”

“Who in the hell is that?”

Huyana shivered as she heard the confusion in William’s tone.

“It’s me, Mr. Montgomery. Huyana. Your help.”

“Say what?” His voice was closer now, as if he muttered with his lips pressed against the wooden boards of the door. Huyana slowly unlocked the door and took a step back. The lock was a precautionary measure that the Duggans had insisted upon to prevent William from wandering off during the night when Huyana slept or when she was outside in the yard. “Who’s ya say yer?”

“Huyana.” Her own name tripped off her lips as it had done thousands of times before, but this time it filled her with dread because she feared his reaction.

“What in the hell kind of a name is that?”

The door swung inward and Huyana braced herself as William Montgomery staggered out into the main room of the house. He reminded her of an acorn calf, all unsteady on his legs and wary of his surroundings. Huyana winced as his stale smell reached her nostrils. She had only washed him last evening with Catherine Duggan’s help but it seemed that the old man had pissed his bed again. She’d left the pot right next to his bed in plain view, but unfortunately he didn’t always think to use it. At times, the floor and his undergarments seemed to serve him just as well.

Like an animal.

No.

Like a child. A poor helpless infant who sometimes doesn’t know right from wrong.

William stared around the room as if seeing it for the first time. He squinted against the September morning light that seeped through the small windows and warmed the floorboards. He eyed the fire that burned in the grate suspiciously, as if wondering how it had gotten there. His face held the look of a lost child as he scratched his matted gray hair, and Huyana’s heart broke for him.

It was going to be a bad day.

Molly Ann Wishlade has always been an avid reader and writer of stories. Her lifetime of reading has taken her from the magical worlds of The Faraway Tree and The Borrowers, to the Greek myths and legends, to Sweet Valley High and Judy Blume's Forever, to Asimov's science fiction, Jane Eyre's torment and Stephen King's masterpieces. More recently she has wandered through the vivid historicals of Philippa Gregory; the bubbly, gritty delights of Adele Parks and the fast paced thrillers of James Patterson. She loves getting lost in a novel and often regrets finishing one as the characters are usually missed like old friends. She regularly indulges her insatiable hunger for romance and passion in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists and is working on several of her own!

What precious spare time she has is spent with her family (one gorgeous husband and two bright and beautiful children), taking long walks around the beautiful Welsh countryside (although she's still waiting for the rescue greyhound she wants to accompany her), cooking her own secret recipe curries, drinking Earl Grey (in copious amounts) and discovering delicious wines. Oh, and she also loves to ski and can't wait to go again! And buying shoes!

She wants to take readers on the rollercoaster that is life through the creation of her own characters, relationships and worlds.

She appreciates feedback, recipes and wine recommendations.

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My Review:

Thank you for the opportunity to read this special book. I loved the writer's style from the beginning. There was something so deep and touching about the way she wrote and her characters were amazing.

Huyana is half-Indian and half-American. She has prejudice and a very difficult past pitched against her. But her wonderful character has enabled her to rise above her sorrowful past and find a place in life. That place is working in the Duggan household looking after the sickly and troubled William. Matthew has been fascinated by Huyana for a while. But she doesn't know he cares for her. She's loved him for some time, but doesn't believe there's any future for them because of her past and not being a white woman.

When William becomes violent in his mental anguish, Matthew moves in to look after Huyana and to help her care for the elderly man. An erotic and passionate love affair soon takes over between the pair. Yet, every moment, there is such tenderness. Matthew is the best. And he wants the best for Huyana but she can't give herself fully to him. She has secrets.

I loved this short and very passionate love story. It's a story of trust earned and forgiveness and rising above the difficulties of abuse and poverty. It's a story of courage. Steeped in tender passion. Great love scenes. I admit I often get bored with lots of love scenes, but I really enjoyed these.

Guest Post - A Rose by Any Other Name by Landra Graf

Today, I want to welcome Landra Graf to my blog. She's talking about her Beyond Fairytales story called A Rose by Any Other Name.

Blurb

Zombies don’t belong in fairy tales….at least not those with a good chance of a happily ever after…

Jason Prince, Charming's once-upon-a-time star jock, only attends his Charming high school reunion to find his way into the heart of a certain wallflower who had no date for the prom.

Shy, geeky, chemical engineer, Emma Fay has been keeping her love for Jason a secret because she knows Jason and Rose belong together. But, when Rose Briar pricks her finger, fulfilling a prophecy about death and a plague, she throws a wrench into the class reunion that not even the best planning committee can tackle.

Can Jason and Emma stop Zombie Beauty Rose before she turns their loved ones into her undead court and sends them forth to spread the infestation to the rest of the world? Or will human flesh become the daily special at diners everywhere? And will there be enough left of Jason and Emma for romance to blossom?

Fairytale Twists

Thank you, Vicki, for hosting me on the big release day! Yes, today my Beyond Fairytale, A Rose By Any Other Name is available to read.  So, I'm going to talk about the fairytale this story is based on and how I twisted it.

Sleeping Beauty... what a tale. I remember my first experience with Sleeping Beauty. I was around four years old and received the Disney movie version on VHS. The songs, the characters, even the fairies. Then there was a call, an open submission call.

To be honest I wanted to give Sleeping Beauty a full twist. What if Beauty, Rose Brair, was a beauty before she fell asleep and not so much when she woke up? Undead Beauty would be a little more difficult to handle.

The Prince would need to put her down and the romance, I needed one. Enter a twist on fairies. To be honest there's nothing paranormal about Emaline Fay, her name is the closest to fairy that she comes.  From there solutions started flowing, plot, setting, and all the trimmings. Even a creepy old woman to predict the horrible future that will befall Rose and the town she lives in.

My question for readers today - what's your favorite kind of fairytale twist? Gender swapping, genre swapping, trope change? 

Buy Links

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Rose-any-Other-Name-Fairytales-ebook/dp/B014RKVLTC/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1441845738&sr=1-3&keywords=a+rose+by+any+other+name

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-arosebyanyothername-1876890-149.html

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/a-rose-by-any-other-name-7

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26212498-a-rose-by-any-other-name

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/a-rose-by-any-other-name-0

Excerpt:

Her eyes darted back toward the examination room. He couldn’t hear anything that gave the impression things were worse than they’d been a few moments ago. In fact, the silence in the room made him anxious, and he started to tap his boot on the linoleum floor. The rising tension around them or the number of feelings invoked knowing someone he cared about lay suffering in the other room failed to help as well. He gave a little shiver and involuntarily gripped Emma’s hand tighter. She tried to pull away, but he wanted to hold on to her a little longer.

“All right then, let’s break up this mood. I’m going to read your palm.” He hoped the ploy would cast away her urges to break their bond.

“Palm reading?” One brown eyebrow lifted, but her frame and hand relaxed at his touch.

“Yes, I’ve studied with the finest masters fair corn dogs can buy.”

She giggled.

“I can tell you your future, Miss Emmaline Fay,” he said with a grin. She gave one back and the effect was breathtaking. She’d always possessed a beautiful smile, one known for lighting up rooms, and he enjoyed being the recipient.

“Fine, Master Prince. Tell me my future.”

Jason turned her palm over in his, trailing his fingers along the lines. Leaning in for a closer look, he picked up on the scent of vanilla, flowers, and a hint of something he couldn’t identify beyond pure Emma. The power of the smell made his groin swell again, something he didn’t need at the moment. One glance downward and she’d see the evidence of how she affected him.

So he thought about cold showers and his grandmother’s gnarly hands and focused on the soft palm covered with lines.

“Ah, your life line is extremely long. I also see a man in your love line. This is a man who has loved you for a long time and watched you from afar.”

She scoffed. “Sounds kind of creepy. I don’t know if I want a stalker in my life.”

“Not a stalker, but an admirer. He’s always appreciated your loyalty.” Jason locked eyes with her green ones. “Your kindness and bravery, too. And your ability to push ahead. Strength like that is rare.”

She leaned forward, her nose barely touching his. “How rare?”

“Uh.” His words caught in his throat. To have her so close, too close...exactly where he’d wanted her since he’d seen her sitting behind the wheel of her car. “Rare enough that I’ve only known one other person to possess it. I—”

“The fever is coming down,” Dr. Mason announced, bursting into the room, face filled with relief.

Jason silently swore as she jumped out of her chair and moved toward the entry. “Can we go in?”

“No, not yet. I want you both to stay here, though, in case you come down with the same thing due to proximity. We've taken blood, and we're doing everything we can, but I don’t know if this is contagious.” The doctor moved to a cabinet on the far wall and removed two blankets.

“You can camp out in the waiting room.”

“Completely understandable, Doc. I know we won’t leave until Rose is able to, anyway. We’ll want to be on the nurse-Rose-back-to-health team.” Jason stood to accept the blankets.

Her momentary excitement deflated, Emma shuffled back to her chair. “That’s right. I’ll be nursing our girl back to health or whatever else it takes, so I’m staying until everything is perfectly fine.”

“Good. I’ll see you both in the morning,” Dr. Mason said, leaving by way of the kitchen door. Jason could only imagine the amount of coffee the doctor planned on consuming for the night.

Emma curled up in her seat, slipping her feet out of her brown cowboy boots.

Jason sat down next to her and leaned back in his chair. “He certainly knows how to offer comfortable beds.”

“And there’s the sarcasm I know so well.” She leaned her head on his shoulder.

He tried to ignore how right it felt. “Yes, and that’s why you should just close your eyes and rest. Don’t worry. It’ll all be better in the morning.”

Author Bio

Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.

Author Links

Website: http://landragraf.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/LandraGraf

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/landra.graf

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7847192.Landra_Graf

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/landragraf/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Landra-Graf/e/B00IESJED4/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1440641120&sr=8-1

Hot Model Mine Book 2 by Lea Bronsen

Today, I want to welcome Lea Bronsen who is showcasing her new release, Book 2 of the Hot Model Mine series. I just watched the video and it looks great.

Book two of the Hot Model Mine trilogy is finally here! Did you wonder what happened to erotic romance author Andrea and her irresistible cover model, Yushka, after the conference in Cannes? In book one, The Perfect Shoot, things were complicated for the couple. He was much younger than her—practically the same age as her twins—and she'd spent half her life without a man. After much reflection, she ended up giving into her desire and taking Mr. Hot Model for lover. But what then after they traveled back to their separate lives? Wait no more: They're here to tell the continuation of their sizzling love story :)  

 

BLURB:

The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test. Will their love be strong enough to have a future?  

BOOK TRAILER:

 

EXCERPT:

While Yushka gets his duffel bag in the back seat, I lean against the side of the Corolla and stretch my arms on top of its roof.

“You got everything?”

“Yeah.”

He lifts the bag over his shoulder and tilts his head in direction of the front door.

“We good to go?” My pulse beats a little faster at the thought of him dropping that bag on my bedroom floor and lifting me in his arms instead. I’m so excited to be with him, I simmer inside, aching to touch and hold him. I want to have all of him at once, right now. A spark of amusement plays in his gorgeous Asian eyes as he waits for me to make a move.

“What’s on your mind, Princess?” Holding his gaze, I smile, my fingers tapping a beat on the car hood to buy some time because I don’t know what to reply. I have a feeling whatever might come out of my mouth now, like I can’t wait to rip those clothes off you or I’m going to make you scream, will sound too cheesy. Why do we need to put our attraction into words, anyway? Once we’re home, there’ll be no reason to talk that much. We’ll do the talking with our more-than-capable hands and … um … mouths.

I tap a quick rap before stepping back from the car. “Come on.”

“Okay.” Widening his smile, he follows me to the front entrance.

I unlock and push the wood door open.

“I hope your bag’s not too heavy. The elevator doesn’t work.”

“When are they gonna fix it?”

“Huh, good question.” I step forward, but when in the doorway, I spin to hold the door open for him.

“I have no idea.”

“No?” With a raised brow, he passes me. Just then, I move toward him, chest-to-chest, blocking him and his thick bag between myself and the doorframe.

“Oh!” He laughs. As the door pushes into my back, squeezing me tighter against him, I put my hands on his waist. First above his clothes––the thick leather jacket and his shirt––then sneaking underneath both of them, my fingers splaying on his warm skin and stroking him. Completely stuck, he tilts his head and stares into my eyes, his own sparkling with playfulness.

“What are you up to?”

“You have a problem?” I move my hands out from beneath his shirt and go downward to palm his tight ass cheeks, pulling his crotch to me. My lower stomach and increasingly heating inner thighs seek to meet his. I want to be so near him he’ll feel my lust, and I want his lust to grow, too. I need us to join and be a match, a melting pot of desire, irresistible and untamable.

“I have to bribe you?” he asks, voice lower, and leans down to kiss me. How did he guess? At the warm touch of his parted lips, delight rushes through me as if I’d had a shot of alcohol. He retreats his face a few inches, enough to have a view of what he just kissed.

“This good enough for you?” His voice comes out husky, a bit short of breath. With his free hand, he strokes and kneads my butt.

“One more,” I mouth with the next exhale of air.

Though the door bores painfully into my back, I don’t want to move, loving the feel of being so close to Yushka, so intimate. It’s amazing how instantaneous and intense our connection is. Just wait till we get our clothes off. Again, his warm lips land on mine, and we kiss greedily, nose-to-nose, wet tongues playing with each other. My inner pussy muscles clench, remembering too well what it’s like to have his cock inside. I breathe faster. A growing hardness in his crotch presses against me, provoking more tightening. Oh, God. Hot wetness glides down my pussy, wetting my panties. So ready, so soon… I mew into his mouth, and he rewards me with a guttural response, our mouths practically eating each other. But this isn’t the right place. We need to move and play this torturous game and its grand finale somewhere else. Releasing his lips, I gasp from our separation, but still manage to pull away.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” He inhales deeply and looks up, feverish eyes widening and trying to refocus. As I step backward, forcing the door to open again, cold evening air sneaks between our heated bodies.

“Let’s go,” I say with a croak, my chest heaving. He gives a small nod and steps inside the low-lit lobby.  

WHERE TO FIND MINE TO LOVE:

Evernight | Amazon.com | Amazon.uk | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand | Smashwords | iTunes Add the book to your Goodreads list, and check out my inspiration on Pinterest! Would you like to read the first book, The Perfect Shoot? You can find it here.  

AUTHOR BIO:

 I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance. I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on: Website | Lea's Crazy Nights Blog | Facebook profile | Facebook page | Twitter | Amazon

Cover Reveal - Rex's Mate

Today, I have V.S. Morgan talking about her M/M paranormal romance. It's cover reveal time!!

Title: Rex’s Mate

Author: V.S. Morgan

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Length: ~23,000

Genre(s): M/M Multicultural Paranormal Erotic Romance

Coming soon!

Blurb:

Former assassin Rex realizes retirement isn’t all it’s cracked up to be without someone to share it with. He longs for the kind of connection his friends Hunter and Casey have. Tired of meaningless hookups, Rex and his wolf are ready to find their mate. But what if his mate is the human-were bunny shifter his former boss places in his care? Can he win the heart of this fierce and beautiful man?

Abducted and genetically altered against his will, Aaron is thrust into a world he’d thought was only make believe. Under the protection of a Minnesota wolf shifter pack, he struggles with his new abilities as a rabbit shifter and his growing attraction for his cocky protector. Can he trust the former assassin to keep him safe and find his brother still being held captive by the evil group responsible for changing his life forever?

About the Author:

V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.

Website: http://www.vsmorgan.com

Facebook and Goodreads: V.S. Morgan

Twitter: @vsmorgan1

London St. James Audio Book Tour

Welcome to Paradise - A Paradise Ranch Novella

Blurb:

Just three days before her thirtieth birthday, acquisition editor for Starling Press, Sutton Callaway has buried the last of her family in the cemetery on the plot of land that she inherited.

After turning down the powerful and wealthy owner of Triple Bar-S Ranch to sell her inheritance and walk away from the obligations of running one of the biggest cattle ranches in West Texas, Sutton puts her Dallas condo on the market, resigns her position from SP, packs the contents of her life into boxes, and heads for the one place filled with bittersweet memories—Paradise Ranch.

Will Sutton be able to handle the pressures of being the newly appointed cattle baroness, the rough and tumble men under her employ, and the temptation of a sexy mystery man? Or will walking in her grandmother’s matriarchal boots be too much to fill?

Written by: London Saint James
Narrated by: Lia Frederick
Listening time: 53 min.
Series: Paradise Ranch

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Western Romance

Audio Book Buy Links:

Audible US: http://www.audible.com/pd/Fiction/Welcome-to-Paradise-Audiobook/B014V8141A/

Audible UK:  http://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Fiction/Welcome-to-Paradise-Audiobook/B014V88MPG/

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Welcome-Paradise-Ranch-Book/dp/B014Y3B4TY/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Welcome-Paradise-Ranch-Book/dp/B014V896T2/

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/audiobook/welcome-to-paradise-paradise/id1037469806

Giveaway runs from September 7^th to October 1st

London is giving away winner’s choice of any e-book off her back list and $10.00 Amazon Gift Card.

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My Review:

London has a beautiful writing style - lyrical, descriptive, brimming with life. She took me right into the scene and got me invested in the characters - I like them all. I love cowboy romances. I think I'm a real redneck (as my son calls me). I loved the accents in the narration. I enjoyed the feel of the book. Audio book is sometimes difficult for me as I find the best time is when I'm driving but I don't drive often. Other times I listen is in the kitchen, but when it gets to a sex scene I have to switch it off as I have three kids under 18 within hearing distance. But I really enjoyed this one when I got a chance. I think it helped to hear the accents as opposed to reading them. I won't give this book a rating as I see it more as a prequel to the series. It ends with a cliffhanger so I don't suggest reading it alone. I certainly do want to find out what's going to happen next but will probably look at buying the kindle book instead due to my lack of privacy.

Great sexual tension, setting, writing style and potential for a conflict-filled romance.

Guest Post by Landra Graf

Today, I want to welcome fellow Beyond Fairytales author, Landra Graf. She's talking about her new release and a vital ingredient to writing spicy romance. (This is one of the things I struggle with the most and also find puts me off a book if it's not there.) Isn't it a stunning cover??

Blurb:

Once Upon A Time...

Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she'll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who's too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she's in trouble.

Ian Marshall no longer believes in fairy tales…

Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom's price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can't get to them without Sorella's help. Too bad she's gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.

As the attraction mounts, the danger grows and the pair find themselves invading a skin trader den, the ballrooms of dictator-ruled Germany, and fighting battles in the sky in the hopes of getting everything they want. Only thing they didn't plan on... falling in love.

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Guest Post - The Art of Tension

Thank you Vicki for having me on your blog today! Readers, I've got a special treat for you. An exclusive excerpt, but first... let's talk tension.

For some reason tension, especially sexual, gets me going every dang time. Without fail if the author nails the tension piece I'm in it for the long haul. So, like any good author/reader I want to replicate what I love in other books in my own. But tension is hard to write, hard to drive up and up and up. When do you reach the breaking point. When is it time to cross the line and let the characters give in. Who knows? My characters tend to tell me when they've had enough.

Tension is also hard to fake. Characters have it or they don't. It plays the best through dialogue as well as actions. It typically works well in close quarters or cramped spaces. In fact, I have a scene like that, several actually, but this particular one shows the stakes being upped, emotionally and physically.  That's the job tension plays. It raises the risk, the level of play goes off of the charts. Oh, wait. You probably just want to read the scene. So I won't keep you.

He stepped through the door, filling up the space and reminding her of how small the roo really was. 

“If I recall, I never said I wanted you to off the guy.” He set the coffee cup in his hand down on the small table near the door. “Since I finished my breakfast, I wanted to talk about getting off the ship to prepare for tonight.”

“I have everything I need.”

Shaking his head, he strode closer. Instinctively, she put a hand on the balisong holder at her waist, more to stop herself from reaching out than because she feared him. “You may have what you need, but if I show up in these clothes, they’ll call the coppers.”

She took in his worn jacket, his white shirt dirtied by days of wear, his trousers in need of a wash, and his dusty brown boots. Valid point. “All right, that’s fine. Anything else?”

“Your crew is worried about our meeting with the canary...eh, the singer. They want me to agree to protect you.”

Of course, Bonita and Bastille would enlist him to watch over her. They’d avoided Germany for the last few years because the government wanted her back so badly. Her wedding was still scheduled to take place in six months. All she had to do was stay in hiding for that long; instead, the desire to find her brother had her doing dangerous things. “Did you agree?”

“No, I don’t do anything unless something is in it for me.”

Her fingers twitched, and she tapped her foot on the floor. Damn men who didn’t say what they meant. “And what do you want?”

The question earned her a smile and the presence of his face less than six inches from hers.

She wanted to kiss those lips, taste him again, and wondered if she’d taste the coffee he’d drunk earlier. “I want you and me alone in a room for one hour. I want you to tell me everything.”

“Everything?”

“All the things you’re not telling me. Why people are worried about this ball, why that little girl thinks you’re a princess, and what you told Janken to get him to tell us about Luther and Eva.”

“You’re not asking a lot, are you?” she replied with as much sarcasm as she could muster.

He was standing too close.

“No, I’m really not because I want other things, too.”

He dared her with those words and the twinkle in his eye. Dared her to ask what those other things were. She refused to give in. “I agree.”

“With what I want or to wanting other things?” He was truly a master at manipulating words, no doubt a formidable merchant.

“I agree to tell you everything. My only condition—we won’t leave until we have a location for The Cursed.”

His turn to extend his hand. “It’s a deal, and I’ll even protect you, too.”

Touching his palm to seal the agreement was a mistake. It cost her a shiver and revealed how much he affected her. Surprisingly, he didn’t take advantage of the moment, no leaning in for a chaste kiss, no grazing her bosom, nothing more than a handshake and a release.

The fact he seemed unaffected by their momentary connection aggravated her. No sense in letting him have the upper hand. She unclasped her balisong and flipped it out, bringing the tip up under his chin. “When I want your protection, I’ll ask for it.”

She pushed him to the side and walked out. Let him wonder whether she wanted to kill him or not. She had things to do before tonight.

Ooh, I see the tension.

Author Bio

Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.

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