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Caution: Filling is Hot by Tara Mills

February 25, 2014 Uncategorized 2

SOR Caution Filling is Hot VBT BannerGenre: Romance 

Some men should come with a warning.

Here’s a recipe to share with friends. Take one prickly demonstration cook, handle carefully. Add one lonely widower, slightly beaten. Mix gently. Fold in two six-year-olds, one at a time to temper the batter and avoid scrambling. Then finally, add the mother with an agenda—but just a dash, because she’s spicy. Whip into stiff peaks then spread over an ungreased sheet for best results. Method of cooking can vary, however—Caution: Filling is Hot.

Piper Frost is taking a break from men when contractor Chad Thomas crashes her cooking class and turns on the charm. His persistence annoys her but she’s already melting, even without his sneaky mother and conspiring twins in the mix. But just when things are really starting to sizzle, disaster strikes. Can Piper save her recipe for happily ever after or is it already ruined? Grab your oven mitts and find out.

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and mild language

Note: This book has been previously published.

 

 

SORM excerpt

Time moved sluggishly while Piper and Chad sipped wine, their eyes locked. The space between them felt weighted. As it collapsed into itself, it drew them in too, until they were so close their breath mingled. The faint smell of the crisp wine seemed to be the only thing resistant to the pull. Piper’s lashes drooped, suddenly heavy. Just when she felt the barest tickle of his lips on hers a sound as loud as a bowling ball crashing down the stairs jolted them both back to reality. They sprang guiltily apart right before Kenny stormed into the room.

“Missy’s not out yet!”

Chad looked at Piper with a mixture of disappointment and apology. “Will you excuse me a second?”

“Sure.”

When Chad walked back through the archway a few minutes later the pleasure Piper felt was so intense it terrified her. Shaken, she downed the last of her wine and bolted to her feet, setting the empty glass on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to get going. My work schedule is changing and I’ve got an early day tomorrow,” she said in a rush, practically stumbling over her excuses.

He looked disappointed, but didn’t argue. “Okay. I’ll get your purse.”

She followed him back to the kitchen and waited impatiently while he pulled it out of the drawer. Handing it over, Chad followed Piper back down the hall to the foyer. She wanted nothing more at that particular moment than to put some distance between them, fast, before it was too late.

Her pulse quickened when she realized his intentions. “You don’t have to walk me out.”

“Of course I do,” he said. She could see there was no discouraging him.

They reached her car and Piper moved to open her door, but Chad’s palm landed flat against the window, holding it closed. Startled, she faced him, acutely aware of just how close he was to her.

“Listen, I should have thanked you for tonight. I had a nice time.” Piper’s lame attempt at defusing the tension was obvious.

Chad nodded, his heavenly eyes considering her thoughtfully.

Nervous perspiration started to trickle from her pores. “And you have two really great kids. Say goodnight for me, would you?”

He nodded again. “Why are you running, Piper?” His voice was so soft, so low it was almost a whisper. He leaned closer, forcing her to look up at him.

Her eyes darted to the right when she tried to deny it. “I’m not.”

“Oh, that was convincing.” He chuckled. “Can we cut the bullshit? You do something to me. Clearly, I’m affecting you. I think we owe it to ourselves to explore it—together.”

Piper couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought when he was practically touching her, crowding her like this. Chad was much too close, too warm. Way too appealing. The intoxicating smell of him insinuated itself into her nose like a drug and pumped her already careening blood flow even faster through her body.

His control astounded her. There she was, practically firing flames from her fingertips, and he was the definition of cool. She held her breath when he slowly tipped her chin up then lowered his mouth to hers. Piper found herself responding, unable to do anything else. When he eased back his eyes held hers, a captured thing. She only had enough time for one quick intake of air before he dove again and swallowed the breath right out of her.

This kiss was harder, more demanding, and Piper rode the curve of the car like a chamois cloth as he bent her backward. Chad’s body molded itself to hers, pressed tight while his fingers combed through her hair. When he finally moved back, he brought Piper with him, returning her to an upright position. Her legs buckled.

“Whoa there,” he said, catching her.

He pulled her door open and Piper dropped weakly onto the seat and stared up at him with dazed eyes.

“Where are your keys?” Chad’s question barely penetrated her mental fog.

Piper pulled them from her purse and started the engine.

Chad watched her, concern etched on his face. “Hey, are you going to be okay?”

She nodded, completely rattled and not entirely sure what he just asked.

“Open your window. I think you need the air.” He smiled and closed the door for her.

Piper lowered the glass and looked up at him, her fog of confusion beginning to clear.

He leaned in. “Be safe. I’ll call you.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

Piper stared in confusion at her steering wheel. She’d lost her marbles! Where the hell was she going again? Oh right, home, she needed to get home. She hoped she could find her way back from here. She couldn’t believe how he’d completely rearranged her gray matter with a kiss.

Buy Links:  Beachwalk Press    Amazon     Barnes & Noble   
SORM About the Author

I write stories I like to read–contemporary romances with identifiable characters and themes. Life is hard. Love makes it bearable. If you enjoy stories with heat and humor, I have a title for you.

I’m a pampered wife, lucky mom to three amazing sons and one wonderful daughter-in-law, and I recently became a very young grandma. I should probably underline the word very. Oh heck, why not the word young too? Nah, you get the picture. I’m also the daily monitor of one naughty dog with attitude.

Author Links:  Site      Facebook       Twitter

 

SORM Giveaway

 

Tara is giving away to a lucky winner any eBook of her backlist!

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SORM tour schedule

Tour Dates: March 18th – April 3rd
This Tour is for Spotlights and Reviews

3/18 – Sexy Between the Covers
A Book Junky’s Obsession
Tamaria Soana
3/19 – New Age Mama
Booklover Sue
3/20 Reading, Writing and Roses
3/21 – Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews
3/24 – The Avid Reader
Sapphyria’s Steamy Books
3/26 – Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews
3/17 – Owltastic Promotions
3/28 – Snarky Mom Reads (Review)
3/30 – Ella Jade
4/1 – Reviews By Molly (Review)
BookwormBridgette’s World (Review)
4/2 – In The Pages of a Good Book
The eBook Promotions
4/3 – Viari Rose

 

 

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Stealing His Heart by Ella Jade

February 25, 2014 Uncategorized 2

SOR Stealing His Heart VBT BannerGenre: Romance

Will the bad-boy pitcher strike out when it comes to love?


Shy music teacher Sophia Ballis has sworn off men. After a bad experience with a college jock she decided it was better to be alone than to get burned again. She focused on her education and now her new job at a local private school.

Professional baseball pitcher Paxton Hughes is a player both on and off the field. He’s signed to the Kingston Crushers to bring home the coveted championship title. Nothing can get in his way. Serious relationships don’t mix with a life on the road and he never loses focus on the game. One-night stands are his specialty for a reason.

While out jogging one spring morning, the two collide, setting their course in motion. Pax is immediately drawn to the unassuming beauty. Sophia is aware of his reputation and decides one night of meaningless sex with the attractive Texas charmer is just what she needs to get over her self-imposed dry spell. Pax has more than a one-night stand on his mind, but will his bad-boy persona and demanding schedule ruin any chances of a happily ever after?

Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content

 

 

SORM excerpt

“Can I walk you to your car?” Pax asked.

“Thank you.” Sophia got up from the table and took his hand. “I’m parked right out front.”

He led her across the dance floor, waving to the few people who were left, and then out to the parking lot.

“It’s that one.” She pointed to her beat-up car, the one she’d bought her freshman year of college. It was used then but it still managed to get her where she needed to go. “Probably not as nice as what you drive.”

He leaned her against the car and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her heart pounded hard against her chest, strumming loud between her ears. She could smell the beer that lingered on his breath. His hazel eyes narrowed as he swiped the tip of his tongue along his top lip before tilting his head.

“I have a feeling I’m going be seeing you in my dreams tonight.”He sighed as he brought his mouth to hers. “Give me something to remember these next few days.”

She nodded as she placed her hands on his broad shoulders and guided him to her, closing any space between them. When his warm lips touched hers, she thought she would explode. A burn coursed through her and settled between her legs. The mild tingling she’d experienced when they danced was nothing compared to the intensity she felt now.

As he deepened the kiss, his tongue massaged hers. Increasing his hold on her hips, he pinned her between the car and his massive thighs. She tightened her grip on him when his erection grazed her center. Every nerve ending in her begged to be satiated. The ache inside her stomach moved lower until the dampness invaded her panties. Her nipples poked against the thin material of her silk bra.

When she moaned into his mouth, he placed one last kiss on her lips before pulling away. He looked at her for a moment, pressing his forehead to hers as he stuttered a few words.

“That was…well, I’ve never…” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You have me tongue-tied, sugar. That doesn’t happen often.”

Now she wanted to know what else he could do with that tongue.

“You best get in that car and drive away before I…”

She’d never wanted to have a one-night stand more than she did at that very moment. Maggie had said if there was ever a guy to have one with, Pax would be the one. He was a no-strings-attached player. Why hadn’t he asked her to go home with him?

“Be safe driving home.” He reached for the handle and opened her door. “You have some sweet dreams. I know I sure will.”

Sleep? That was the last thing on her mind.

Buy Links:  Beachwalk Press    Amazon        Barnes & Noble 

SORM About the Author

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can’t be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she’s not chasing after her kids, she’s busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you’ll get lost in her words.

Author Links: Site    Facebook Author Page    Twitter

 

 

SORM Giveaway

Ella is giving away two swag packs during her tour.

For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below.

 

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SORM tour schedule

This Tour is for Spotlights, Guest Posts, and Reviews

Tour Dates: March 17th – April 2nd

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Witchy Woman by Lorna Eames

February 25, 2014 2014, Upcoming Tour 1

SOR Witchy Woman VBT BannerLife can be a challenge when you’re a witch under a curse, especially if you’re doing everything in your power to fight your destiny. Alex Dragomir thinks her life is under control. She doesn’t actively use magick and she hasn’t met a werewolf who can stir the curse within her earning her the title of ‘Ice Princess’.

Everything changes when she comes under attack by rogue werewolves. Lock LeCount, enforcer and totally delectable werewolf steps up to be her bodyguard stirring the embers of the curse to life. Turning back to the magick Alex once fled seems her only option but it draw her closer to Lock, as they discover the ability to meld their preternatural powers to fight the enemy. Along with the curse comes her uncontrollable response to Rumor, the enigmatic bad boy who attempts to lure her to his bed.

Fighting new found feeling of desire and finally facing her magickal heritage takes its toll on her sanity, making her question everything and everyone. Who can Alex trust and will her growing powers be enough to save her from the fate awaiting her?

 

SORM excerpt

The song ended and the tempo of the music slowed. His hands wrapped around her waist pressing his muscled hips and thighs against her. She followed the slow sensual movement of his body. Fingers lightly stroked her back, mesmerizing her with their touch.

 

Alex felt the warmth of his breath at the base of her neck, stirring the embers of the fire Rumor had started earlier. The words to the song seeped into her brain fogging her thoughts with the sensual undertones they inspired.

Rumor leaned in taking advantage of their closeness. Warm lips caressed the sensitive side of her throat, shivers moved through her body. Alex tilted her head slightly, giving him greater access to her slender neck. A soft moan escaped her lips. His tongue licked its way up the side of the neck behind her ear, gently nipping the tip of the lobe. Desire flowed through the blood in her veins, taking with it her resistance. Rumor whispered something low and seductive in her ear as his wolf emerged taking control of the man.

“What did you say?” She stopped moving. The music blasted around them, everyone else moving, dancing.

“I asked if you wanted to go find a room in the back.” His hands moved down her back to slide over curvy hips, drawing them back against him as he began to move again.

“Do you really think I’m the kind of girl that’s gonna hop in the sack with you after knowing you a couple of hours?” Alex jerked out of his embrace. Anger flowed through her taking control. “Think again, buster. I don’t know what kind of girl you’re used to dating but I’m not a whore for the pack.”

“I know you want me, Alex. I can smell your desire.” He pulled her roughly against him. His wolf was on edge, the smell of her arousal overriding his common sense.

Alex could feel how excited he was. She didn’t need a nose for that. “I do want you but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it tonight.” Alex’s eyes flashed angrily conveying the fury within.

“You can’t blame me, Alex.” He leaned and sniffed her neck. “You smell like you’re in heat. You know how it affects wolves.”

“So, this is my fault? Sorry Rumor, not a good enough excuse.” Her hand moved from her waist, traveling slowly down between them. He felt the point of the knife pressed up against the leather of his pants at the base of his scrotum. “I’m only going to say this once.” A sudden chill hung on the edge of her words. “Take your hands off me now. I won’t hesitate to neuter you. Believe me I know how to do it and what I cut up I don’t fix. You’ll have to find another doctor.”

 

Buy Links:     Crimson Frost Books

 

SORM About the Author

 

Lorna Eames is a sucker for a happy ending. She writes paranormal romance books because even witches and werewolves need love. When not writing she is often found at a hockey game or exploring sunny Las Vegas where she resides after transplanting herself there from northern Indiana.  She has two wonderful, supportive daughters, a wacky son-in-law and an extremely skittish black cat. Her first book Witchy Woman is coming soon from Crimson Frost Books.

Author Links:  Site      Facebook

 

 

SORM tour schedule

 Book Blast for March 6th

 

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War’s End by Imogene Nix

February 25, 2014 2014, Upcoming Tour 0

SOR War's End VBT BannerGenre: Sci-fiction Romance

 

Forced apart by war five years ago, Renjiro and Selina have another chance at love. Can they make it work or does fate have other plans?

Without the citizenship of the Federation, Indy pilot Selina Codecko is treated like a second-class citizen. When she gets caught up in a bar brawl she’s arrested and finds herself in the hands of the Justice Officers.

Renjiro Ito has dreamed of Selina for five long years. As the Commander of the Justice Officers, the plight of this one woman will turn his life upside down.

But there’s more going on than just the fate of one woman—there’s a seething underbelly that wants to destroy their newly expanded Federation. The chances of a future together are slim, but they’ll take any chances that come their way. Will it be enough?

SORM excerpt

 

“Sit down.” Renjiro’s terse words filled Selina with pain and sadness.

She acceded to his request in silence, holding her throbbing hand against her breast. He squatted before her, his face close to hers, his dark eyes shadowed. His touch was gentle as his fingers traced the line of her jaw. They shook a little and she felt the glancing caress. It warmed her.

He touched a raw spot on her chin and she hissed involuntarily.

“Where else are you injured?”

Selina shook her head.

“Captain Codecko? Selina?”

His gentle words nearly undid her. Tears burned in her eyes and she blinked, hoping to banish them. It didn’t work though. They dripped down her face, scalding her frozen cheeks.

Now his hands dropped to her shoulders. “Where else are you hurt, Selina?” His gaze was hypnotic. It drew her words without thought.

“My hand, ribs, and the top of my head.”

He frowned and started tugging at her shirt, pulling it free of the loose-fitting pants.

“What… What are you doing?”

He glanced at her, his face taut and strained. “I’m checking your injuries.”

Selina blushed, the heat creeping over her face as she pushed at his hands. “No! You can’t do that!”

“Just bloody watch me.” His rough words surprised her and her hands dropped away. He continued his almost feverish work at her buttons and very quickly he had the shirt open. Selina thanked whatever had made her fasten a bra over her very tiny breasts. With gentle movements, he brushed the old material of her shirt to one side. He hissed through clenched teeth at what he saw. “You need a medic.”

“I’m fine. I’ve lived through this before. Of greater concern to me is whether I’m going to be charged for causing the riot. I was just—”

“I know. Having a quiet drink. We checked the spy eyes. You will be free to go, so long as we can put together a suitable argument. But I have a proposition. One that would help you, I think.”

In her experience, propositions never ended well, but she was desperate enough to listen to what he had to say. So she watched in mute silence as he rose. He backed away as she quickly refastened her shirt. Then he paced to the end of the room and back.

“I’ve just received a communiqué that there’s some Indies about to plan an attack on this moon base. I need people I can trust to get information for me.”

She waited. But as he started pacing again, it seemed she would need to ask the question. “What’s in it for me?”

He stilled.

Selina held her breath. Waiting.

“I might be able to swing an official citizenship for you.”

Just like that, he could brush away all the difficulties she had faced since the end of the war. But trusting people didn’t come easily. Not for her. “You can just click your fingers and make that happen?”

He faced her again. His eyes shone almost feverishly bright under the lighting of the room. “No. But I know someone who might be able to make it happen, if you agree.”

“Why? Why would you help me?”

He smiled. “Because I owe you.”
 

Buy Links: Beachwalk Press     Amazon     Barnes & Noble

 

 SORM About the Author

Imogene is a mother of two, compulsive reader, and bookstore owner. She lives in regional Queensland, Australia with her husband, two daughters, dog, cats, guinea pigs, and chooks. She has a particular fondness for vampires, star ship captains, and things that go bump in the night (especially vampire types).

Imogene has tried many varied roles in her working life including kindergarten assistant, teacher, principal, and kindergarten and child care director, but rates owning a bookstore and writing her own novels as the absolute highlight.

In her mother and wife alter ego, she has travelled widely and lived in some very unique places including Far Western Queensland, Cape York, and even Tasmania. She loves to travel and rates China and Hong Kong among her favorite destinations.

She blames Star Trek Voyager, Firefly, and the works of Alexander Kent for her interest in naval activities and later space fleet interest.

Author Links:    Site     Facebook    Blog    Twitter

 

SORM Giveaway

Imogen is giving away 2 eCopies of Wars End.

For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below.

 

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SORM tour schedule

 This Tour is for Spotlights, Guest Posts, and Reviews

Tour Dates: March 19th – April 4th 

3/19 Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews (Guest Post)
Tamaria Soana
Reading, Writing, and Roses
3/20 Sexy Between the Covers (Guest Post)
Viari Rose
3/21 Corey’s Book Reviews
3/24 Author Paisley Brown
Sweets Books
3/25: Ella Jade
The eBook Promotions (Guest Post)
3/26: Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews
3/27: The Avid Reader
3/28:A Book Junky’s Obsession
3/28 – Owltastic Promotions
3/31: In The Pages of a Good Book (Guest Post)
4/1: Queen of the Night Reviews
4/2: Booklover Sue (Review)
4/3: BookwormBridgette’s World (Review)
4/4: New Age Mama

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