Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Spotlight & Giveaway: Moonlight: The Big Bad Wolf (The Order of the Black Swan, Book 4) by Victoria Danann (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

The Big Bad Wolf 
The Order of the Black Swan
Book 4 

Victoria Danann 

Genre: paranormal romance, fantasy romance 

Publisher: 7th House 
Date of Publication: 05/26/2013 

ISBN: 978-1-933320-69-4 ebook 
ISBN: 978-1-933320-64-9 paperback 

Number of pages: 390 
Word Count: 90,000

What would you do for love? 

Book Description:

Moonlight, The Big Bad Wolf, is the fourth installment in the serial saga, The Order of the Black Swan. READING IN ORDER STRONGLY RECOMMENDED.

The story continues to touch on the lives of former B Team members and their families while new characters and situations are introduced.

THE NEWSLETTER: Ram and Elora move into temporary quarters at Jefferson Unit to protect mother and baby. Storm gives a surprising answer when he’s tapped by Sol to replace him as Jefferson Unit Sovereign. Litha solicits her father to help Black Swan.

THE SURPRISE: B Team learns the shocking truth about the origin of the vampire virus. Monq races to develop a defense system to repel invasion by Stagsnare terrorists and assassins.

THE ADVENTURE: Desperation drives Stalkson Grey to embark on an adventure beyond his wildest dreams in a bid to save the Elk Mountain werewolves from extinction.

THE ROMANCE: In the process of migrating the Elk Mountain werewolves to a new home, Grey learns that true love can find you in the strangest places, even when you’re far, far from home.

17+ Steamy scenes. No menage. No BDSM.

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"What do you know about my sister and that prancin' prick of a fairy prince?"

Elora blinked, but in the space of that flutter he learned all he needed to know. He had found out the first night Storm brought her to poker, back at Jefferson Unit, that her very expressive face telegraphed even the tiniest nuance or feeling or thought. By now he knew her so well that she was as transparent as air. She was caught off guard because she hadn't expected that question while Ram was cooking a leisurely Sunday breakfast.

"Say that three times fast?"

"No' goin' to work this time. Stay on topic."

"You just don't like him because he can stand toe to toe with you and not be cowed by the H.O.H. elfster."

"ELFSTER!? What in Paddy's Name, Elora? And what is H.O.H.?"

"Hall of Heroes."

Ram turned away from frying bacon and gave her a look. It probably didn't have the effect he intended. He was wearing jeans, a long sleeve black tee that stretched across his chest enticingly, and a black Jack Daniels apron tied around his waist. She thought perhaps nothing was sexier than watching Ram's muscles ripple while cooking her breakfast.

"Do no' try to deflect. 'Tis I. And Paddy knows I can tell when you're hidin' somethin'." Ram looked determined.

"Speaking of hiding. You're going to have to do something about all these guys overrunning our property. Our home - the one that was intended to be our very own, very private property. Please, Ram. Make them go away."

His expression softened a little as he decided to allow himself to be temporarily derailed.

"Sol, Simon, and every one of your friends agree that we can no' leave you and Helm vulnerable after the threat those alien buggers left hangin' in the air. That goes especially for your friend, Sir Storm."

"My friend, Sir Storm?"

"Aye. Your friend. The bloody wanker suggested that I'm no' responsible enough to be entrusted with lookin' out for you. Said, 'You're no' takin' good care of my namesake's mother. I'll be forced to give the job to someone else if you do no' shape up and begin takin' it seriously'."

Elora laughed. "He said that?"

"Aye. As if 'twas all my doin' that you ended up givin' birth alone in a freezin' wolf cave. With. No. Phone."


Ram narrowed his eyes at her. "Think very carefully about what you are about to say before you say it."

Elora smiled brightly. "I was going to say that no one in his right mind could fault you."

Ram nodded and resumed turning the bacon. "Exactly. I should have reminded him what happened when he was in charge of the Baka interview at Unit Drac. He pouted for hours after learnin' first hand that the Lady Laiken does as she fuck-well pleases."

Elora concurred by nodding vigorously. "It's a burden, but you bear it well, my love."

"All kiddin' aside. I do. I really do." He began setting strips of cooked bacon out to drain the grease.

"Well, Sir Storm is going to be plenty busy with his own burdens."

"What's your meanin?"

"They're expecting."

"Expectin' a baby?"

"No. They're expecting Publishers Clearing House to pay for their villa renovation."

Ram gave her a look. "You know, I'm thinkin' there's only enough of this lovely bacon for one and, since I cooked, I really should be keepin' it for myself."

"Yes! They're expecting a baby. Litha thinks it's a girl."

"A girl!" Ram practically whooped. "Paddy's Great Balls Afire. I can no' wait to see Storm try to be da to a girl." He laughed enjoying that idea and then grew serious. "As for the buggers who violated my grandda's forest, I'll no' be givin' 'em a second chance at my family."

"Rammel. I hear you and I understand you."

"I do no' suppose the next sentence will be 'and I obey you'."

Elora smirked while she snagged a piece of bacon. "Have I ever mentioned you make great bacon?" She nuzzled his ear on the way back to her stool. "Almost as good as chocolate."

Ram pointed a spatula at her. "I swear to Paddy you have that thin'... that ADDD."



Elora started laughing. "Pot."

When his brows drew together she smiled because Helm looked at her with that same expression several times a day. They made him accidentally in a snow covered cottage, but he was made with love and now he was a little bit her and a little bit him. A miracle indeed.

"You can no' concentrate 'cause you've been smokin' dope?"

"No! 'Pot' as in 'you're the pot calling the kettle black'."

Ram stared at her for a few beats, finally shook his head and said, "No idea."

"You don't have an expression here about the pot calling the kettle black?"

"We do no' that I know of, but I think I begin to follow your point. You're tryin' to say that I should no' be accusin' you of short attention because mine is even shorter?"

Of their own accord, his eyes drifted down to the cleavage showing between the henley buttons she'd left undone.

She chuckled. "See?"

"See what?"

She did a little shimmy and he grinned sheepishly. "Guilty." He put an orange juice in front of her. "And be careful of the sexy dancin'. You'll be gettin' Helm's milk all over your clothes again."

Elora rolled her eyes. "He gets enough. Have you seen how chubby his little face is getting?"

"Well, blood will tell."

Elora narrowed her eyes to slits. "Rammel. Paddy help you if you're saying what I think you're saying."

"All I'm sayin' is that chubby cheeks do no' run on my side of the family." When she took a mock threatening step toward him, he laughed. "Just teasin' darlin' girl. Just teasin'. You know I would no' change a hair on your head. Or his."

"Okay. All I'm sayin' is that insanity doesn't run on my side of the family." A look of horror slowly covered her face as she realized what she'd just said. She hadn't yet personally confronted what the assassin in the woods had said about the Laiwynn clan, but if it was true, it meant that cruelty and despotic behavior might run in her family.

Ram put his utensils down, wiped his hand on his apron, and offered himself for a hug. She stepped into the comfort of his arms.

"What I was trying to tell you earlier is that I've never made any secret of the fact that I won't give up my freedom to live a restricted life, no matter how luxurious or comfortable. Not for anything."

"No' even for Helm? And me?"

"That's not fighting fair and you know it."

"When it comes to your safety - and our son's - you think I care about fightin' fair? 'Tis the very last of my concerns."

"Let me put it this way. You need to come up with a more agreeable Plan B and you need to do it while I'm still in a listening mood."

"Any ideas?"

She looked down at her pretty Holland china plate, part of the set they got as a wedding present from Kay and Katrina. She had a picture of how good life was going to be there in their new home. Had the Ralengclan assassins spoiled her vision of the future to the point of ruin? Was it time to confront that possibility?

"No." When she looked back up, Ram thought he might have seen her look just a little worn. Like her aura hadn't been buffed in a while. Sometimes he caught her looking off into space and he suspected that she was thinking about what she'd been told by the Ralengclan assassin, wondering if the massacre of her family was really a coup d'etat." Armed people guarding the house. Hardly what I pictured."

"I know." Ram sat down next to her and took her hand in his. "We'll figure it out. Monq's workin' on it." He pulled up like he had an idea. The change was so subtle that no one besides Elora would have even noticed it.


"He's workin' on detectin' interdimensional activity - identifyin' the source and location. He says 'tis a logical first step toward the defense system we're goin' to be needin'."

"Yeah. I heard."

"Well..." She knew she was in trouble when he turned on that look that he had given her the first night they had met, the puppy dog plea that was so irresistible she could be manipulated out of her socks with full knowledge and complicity. She hated that. It was... manipulation by consent.

"Stop that right now!"

"'Twas just thinkin' that, for the time bein', just while we're sortin' this out, maybe we should move back into Jefferson Unit. You and Helm would be safe there. I know 'tis no' ideal, but there is the courtpark, food, and babysittin' on demand. 'Tis no' this." He looked around the room and gave a little sigh. He had put a lot of himself into renovating the property and somewhere along the way had come to understand why she loved it and pictured their little family living happily ever after there. "But we were happy at Jefferson too. We could even help Monq. Maybe speedin' thin's along a bit?"

"I'm expecting puppies."

"I truly hope no one is recordin' this conversation." Ram's mouth softened at the corners making him look so beautifully kissable that she had to lean in and remind herself if those kisses were as good as she remembered. He didn't seem to mind complying with her wish. When she pulled back, he said, "We could get Glen to keep an eye on that. The wolf pups I mean."

"This is not just some ruse that's going to get us sucked back into active duty?"

Ram cocked his head like he was having trouble with that question. "Why would I go to so much trouble to keep you safe only so I could risk gettin' you killed?"

Elora stared at Ram for a few seconds. "I'm not the only knight in the room and we both know how persuasive Sol can be when he wants something. Before I even consider this proposal, I need some reassurance that none of us, not you, not me, not the baby - none of us - are going to end up on any field assignment. Not in any capacity."

Ram nodded. "Deal."


"Okay you approve of my answer or okay we're packin' for Fort Dixon?"

"Fort Dixon, but that's all of us. Blackie too. And we need an apartment big enough for the four of us."

"Thank Paddy. I'm goin' to get a good night's sleep for a change."

She hadn't realized just how much stress the fear of assassination had caused Ram until she saw his facial muscles relax. Yeah. It was a good plan. A good choice, everything considered.

"And, let's outline what would have to happen to make it possible for us to come back here and proceed to live life the way it should be lived. By ourselves. Speaking of which, I'm also not giving up the pleasure of a weekend at the cottage - just us - forever."

"Certainly. I'm no' unreasonable."

She smiled at him lovingly and indulgently. "Of course not. You're my hero."


About the Author: 

If you're looking for something new and different in PNR, you've come to the right place.

I write unapologetic romances with uniquely fresh perspectives on paranormal creatures, characters, and themes. Add a dash of scifi and a flourish of fantasy to enough humor to make you laugh out loud and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. My heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, or past life therapists. My heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners - usually - whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.

My first book, My Familiar Stranger, was nominated for Best Paranormal Romance of 2012 by the Reviewers' Choice Awards. Each of my books has remained on the Amazon best seller list in category every day since release. All three also earned the Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK award.

My work has been compared to J R Ward, Karen Marie Moning, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and Lara Adrian. For example:

"I do see shades of Lara Adrian's Breed books and shades of J R Wards Black Dagger books, but this story is unique enough that it stands out all on its own and can stand up along side those other books and I think given time will elbow them out of the way with the rich story telling and deep emotional core that makes you want to know more." - Kerry, Musings of a Bookworm

The Order of the Black Swan is a series that is also a serial saga. Each book is an episodic installment in an ongoing story. Join me for the adventure.

WEBSITE: http://www.VictoriaDanann.com

BLOG: http://VictoriaDanann.me

FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/vdanann

TWITTER: @vdanann


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Monday, May 27, 2013

Release Day Blitz: Love Me Some Cowboy (5 Full-Length Novels) by Lisa Mondello, Jean Brashear, Day LeClaire, Ginger Chambers, Barbara McMahon (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

Love Me Some Cowboy
Lisa Mondello, Jean Brashear, Day LeClaire, Ginger Chambers, Barbara McMahon

Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense

ISBN: 978-1-939925-03-9

Book Description: 

Who can resist a tough, rugged cowboy? Not these feisty, determined women!

Five full-length novels at a steal of a price!

In Nothing But Trouble by USAToday Bestselling Author Lisa Mondello, city girl Melanie Summers must spend an entire month alone in the Wyoming wilderness with sexy rodeo cowboy, Stoney Buxton, without getting into trouble. Possible? Not a chance in the world!

USAToday Bestselling Author Jean Brashear adds Lone Star flavor with Texas Secrets. Boone Gallagher returns to the only home he's ever known only to find it's been willed to a sexy stranger who's intent on leaving. He must keep her there for thirty days or it will be lost to them both.

Love romantic reunion stories? Then much-loved Harlequin author Barbara McMahon has the perfect book for you! Crazy About a Cowboy brings you Sam and Lisa Haller, who divorced for all the wrong reasons. Now Sam wants his ex-wife back for all the right ones.

Once Upon a Cowboy by Day Leclaire, author of the wildly popular Dante's Legacy series, introduces Cami, a lovable, greenhorn spitfire determined to become a cowboy, despite the objections of her sexy rancher boss.

And last, but far from least, beloved Dell and Harlequin author Ginger Chambers offers a heartwarming treat with Love, Texas, in which Cassie Edwards returns to the hometown she'd forsaken to negotiate the sale of land belonging to the Taylor family. Hard-working rancher Will Taylor, once her girlhood crush, is all man now and fighting hard to save his heritage. When attraction flares, will true love triumph?

Excerpt for Nothing But Trouble : Book 1 of Love Me Some Cowboy-

His jaw tightened. Yes, there was something definitely wrong here. And money had nothing to do with it. It had everything to do with this beauty standing in front of him, who was clueless about what she was getting her pretty little hide into. "No," he replied tersely.

"Mr. Buxton, I need your help."

"Tourist season is in full swing. I'm sure you'll have no trouble finding someone else."

He turned his back to her and began walking along the fence toward the barn, almost forgetting... Abruptly, he glanced up and saw the charred remains of the barn. The place where all his troubles had started just one year ago. It hadn't taken but a second for him to hear her boots digging into the dusty gravel behind him, jarring him from his thoughts.

"Then I'll do it myself," she said to his back.

His whole body stiffened. He angled back to read her face, to see if she was just being a spoiled rotten rich kid, trying to get her way, or if she was actually serious. Seeing her head held high and her arms crossed in front of her, he realized she was dead serious.

And dead she'd be if she stepped one boot into those mountains alone.

"You'll do no such thing."

Frustration flaring, he lifted his dusty hat and forced his fingers through the thick crop of black hair before returning the hat to his head.

"You just don't get it, do you? You're not asking me to take you on a theme park ride where you'll get to see the wonders of the world at a nice safe distance. This is God's country. The creatures that live up there don't know civilization, and you are no better than them. You could--probably will--get killed if you go out there alone." His lips twitched, taking a good long appraising look at the woman in front of him. "You might even chip a nail on that pretty hand of yours."

Links to the first chapter for each of the other books in the anthology





What Readers Are Saying About These Authors: 

"Emotional depth and situations that tore at my heart. This is exactly what I want from a romance." (about Ginger Chambers, Love, Texas)

"I can never get enough of Day Leclaire's novels. It's all about the characters, and these are especially lovable, funny, and heartwarming ... not to mention sexy. I really identified with Cami's act-first, think-later personality. Adorable!" (about Day Leclaire, Once Upon a Cowboy)

"A great story about second chances at love. A hunky cowboy and a feisty cowgirl and a cute little boy to round off this romance." (about Barbara McMahon, Crazy About a Cowboy)

"I really enjoyed this, er, literary foreplay. I knew that when these two finally made love, they wouldn't just be going through the motions—there were going to be some fireworks....Jean Brashear is a terrific discovery for me." (about Jean Brashear, Texas Secrets)

"Loved this book so much I didn't put it down till I was finished. Highly recommended for a very good read. “ (about Lisa Mondello, Nothing But Trouble)



Friday, May 24, 2013

Review: Montana Mustangs (Book 2 in the Nymph series) by Danica Winters (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

Montana Mustangs

A Nymph. A woman with the ability to seduce at will, shift to protect, but cursed with the fate to have the man she falls in love with die a tragic death. As one of the ill-fated nymphs, Aura Montgarten has spent her lifetime drifting from one place to another hiding from love. Until she meets Dane. 

When a body washes up on the shore of a rural Montana lake, police officer Dane Burke is faced with the task of finding the killer—even if it means he will be forced to put his life and heart at risk by working with a drifter. As the truth of Aura’s Mustang-shifting Nymph ways are revealed, Dane learns exactly the amount of danger he and Aura are in, but can’t force himself to leave a case unsolved when the truth is right outside of his grasp. 

When the killer decides he needs to take another victim—Dane—Aura must choose between their forbidden love and her immortal life… Can there be life without love, or is death her only choice?

Book Details:

Montana Mustangs 

The Nymph Series Book 2 

Danica Winters 

Publisher: Crimson Romance 

Length: 60k words 

Publication Date: May 6, 2013 

Heat Level: Sensual, m/f, HEA

Review Copy Courtesy Of:  The author, via the tour company, in exchange for an honest review.

Purchase Link:

Danica Winters
Montana Mustangs Excerpt:

Chapter One

The waves of the lake crashed next to Dane Burke like greedy reporters descending onto a crime scene. Dane picked up the severed hand, careful to touch it only with the tips of his gloved fingers, all in an attempt to save what little evidence remained.

The fingers were wrinkled and pale, the color of rotting fish. The skin of the palm flapped back, exposing the white lines of the tendons and the bloated pink muscles of the victim’s hand. He pushed back the skin, covering the hand’s viscera. The flesh was rubbed raw in several places, but whether it was from the time in the water or something else Dane couldn’t be sure.

Behind him, the secondary officer, Grant, talked with the woman who’d phoned in the find. The woman was blonde, thin, and uncomfortably beautiful.

“So, Aura, are you in Montana for business or pleasure?” Officer Grant asked, with just a little too much glee in his voice.

Dane tried to ignore the amateurish come-ons the officer threw at the blonde with the large blue eyes and plump lips that pulsed with the pink hues of life.

He turned the gruesome hand over in his. The fingernails of the victim were painted a vivid red, now brighter than the blood that had settled in the person’s flesh. He snickered quietly as he thought about the stark difference between the woman behind him who was the embodiment of life and the macabre sloughing object of death he stared upon.

Maybe the kid wasn’t so wrong for focusing on the woman. If he’d been just a few years younger, maybe he would have been acting that way too—focusing on the beauty of the woman instead of the gore of the job. But he’d long since given up on the things in life that only brought bitterness—death was easier to handle.

Officer Grant mumbled something, and his laughter bounced off the black lake and disappeared into the still of the night. Yet, the woman stayed silent—making Dane like her just a little bit more for avoiding the stupidity that Grant kept unchecked.

This crime scene was going to be one hell of a mess—between the identification and then locking down suspects; the case was going to have to be the focus of his life. He hadn’t had a possible homicide for two years. The last case had been cut and dry; man beat his wife, wife murdered husband—mitigated murder. She got two years in prison, a slap on the wrist.

Today all he had was a mutilated hand. Unidentifiable until the DNA came in, no one missing—at least, no one who had been reported missing—and no easy answers. Only one thing seemed likely—there would be a body to follow, but when and if it showed up was a mystery.

Whatever had happened to this woman could only be found in her flesh, unless someone popped up who had witnessed the event. If he had to guess, the hand had been in the water at least a few days. If someone had seen the possible murder, they would turn up soon or not at all.

The skin slipped in his, forcing him to grip it tighter. He laid the evidence down on the bag.

Dealing with suicides and natural deaths was something he did on a regular basis. Yet something about the rotting fish-hand made him shudder. Maybe it was the vibrant party-goer red nail polish and the way it made him think of some of the questionable women he had dated; or it could have been the way it had been removed from the body.

He stood up and wiped off the pebbles from his knees.

“Officer Grant, did you find anything else besides the hand?”

“Excuse me, Ms. Montgarten,” the young brown-haired officer said with an overly warm smile.

The woman, Aura, was pretty and all, but the way the kid fawned made him want to gag. The woman was just another person in the long line of crazies they saw each and every day. Polite was fine, but come on.

The woman stared down at the hand at Dane’s feet.

Officer Grant reached over and touched the woman’s arm. “Don’t worry about the hand now.”

The woman jerked back and away from the boy’s touch.

Dane held back the urge to snigger.

She pulled her arms around her body as an icy fall Montana wind blew up off the lake. “Why don’t you take her to your car, Officer Grant?” Dane said. “She looks cold.”

“No.” She glared back at him. “I’m fine.”

For a person who’d found the hand floating along the shoreline she seemed oddly quiet. She’d barely spoken since Dane had arrived on scene. Highly suspicious, and if he had to guess, she was the primary suspect. Most people loved to help, to talk away while they explained the crime procedures they had witnessed on CSI or some other bullshit television show, but not this woman.

Officer Grant nodded. “I’ll grab you a blanket. Deputy Burke is right, you look cold. Can’t have you freezing on us.”

“I’ll just wait in my truck.” She spun on her boot’s heel and stomped off to her late-model black Dodge towing a white horse trailer.

Officer Grant watched her as she fled from them.

“Grant, you gonna help in the investigation or drool over the blonde all day?”

“Sorry, Deputy. Just wanted to make sure our witness was comfortable.”

Comfortable or doable? The kid didn’t stand a chance with the woman.

“Did she give you any useable information?”

“Just said she had stopped at the marina and came across the hand.”

“Did she say if she saw anyone else around?”

Officer Grant shook his head. “Sounds like there’s been no one here but her.”

Dane exhaled and watched as his breath made a whirling cloud in the cold air. Of course no one would be around on an evening like this. The lake was too cold, too deep for anyone to be out. “Did she say what she was doing here?”

“Just stopped for a rest.”

Stopped for a rest at a marina? There was a campground only ten miles farther down the highway and not much further than that was a line of motels. Signs dotted the roadway advertising the various options to rest. Something didn’t add up. “Where’s she from?”

“Didn’t say.”


“Stay here with the evidence. Keep an eye on it. I’m going to go run through some questions with her.”

“Sure, Deputy.”

From the tone of the kid’s voice it was easy to tell he was steadily making another friend in the office. Grant was free to add his name to the ever growing list of people that didn’t like Dane Burke. The list was long and distinguished, with several county officials at the top. Dane had never been one to kiss ass or pander to the fickle moods of the politics that ran rampant through this tiny county in the northwest corner of Montana.

The beam of the flashlight bounced over the ground as Dane made his way to the black pickup parked under the lone street lamp. The plates were from Arizona. She was a long way from home.

The woman stared down at a map that lay in her lap as he stepped up to the window. He tapped on the glass with the end of his metal flashlight.

She looked up and shoved the map closed as she rolled down the window. “Officer?” Her cheeks flushed.

“It’s Deputy Burke.” He pointed to his name badge.

Her overly large eyes sparkled, making him shift uncomfortably in his work boots. “Deputy.”

An odd trickle of guilt invaded him. She was suspicious, but he didn’t need to be rude—he had worked for his reputation as an even-tempered cop and he didn’t need to blow it on one good looking blonde. “Or you can call me Dane. That’s my name, Dane Burke.”

Great. He mentally groaned. Now I sound like a freaking idiot.

“Dane.” The corner of her mouth turned up in a little grin. “How can I help you? I think I already answered most of the other officer’s questions.”

He pulled a notepad out of his front pocket. “I just have a few more questions for you. Make sure we get all of our bases covered.”

She responded with a tight nod.

“Where exactly did you say you were from?”

“I’m just traveling through.”

“From Arizona?”

Her blue eyes sparked. “Yeah. Right. Arizona.”

So this was how she was going to play it? Like she was some kind of hard ass?

A little dream catcher dangled from her rearview mirror. The blue feather attached to the circle fluttered lazily in the breeze that filtered through the open window.

He clicked his pen and wrote down the word Arizona and her license plate number in a tight scrawl. “Where are you headed to?”

“What does it matter to your case? I told the other officer everything I know. I stopped, found the hand, and I called you guys. That’s it. Nothing more.”

What was she hiding? He instinctively put on his game face. No emotion, no tells.

“Do you have a horse in the back?” He pointed at the double horse trailer she was towing behind the three-quarter ton.

She glanced down at the side view mirror. “No.”

“You moving?” He leaned back and aimed the flashlight at the trailer, but the light was swallowed by the darkness.

“The trailer’s empty.” Her eyes scanned the mirror again, sparking his inner-cop.

“You mind if I take a look?”

“Do you have a search warrant?”

The woman knew her rights. There was nothing he could do. She may not have had anything to do with the pale, bloated hand that rested on the shore, but there was no question about it, she was hiding something. And even if it killed him, he was going to find out.

Saph's Review:

Montana Mustangs is Book 2 in the Nymph series by Danica Winters.

Saph's Review of Book 1, The Nymph's Labyrinth can be found here:

In Montana Mustangs we are back in the United States (as opposed to Greece, which is where Book 1 takes place) so the entire theme shifts (as it were) to a western theme.  Our nymphs in Book 2 are just as the title suggests ~ Mustangs (horse-shifters).

Aura Montgarten is a shifter from Yuma, AZ in Montana trying to locate her missing sister, Natalie.  While doing some investigating, Aura comes across a female hand and promptly phones the local police.  As the story progresses, Aura becomes a suspect when her sleuthing ways put her in the middle of several crime scenes, only....Deputy Dane Burke isn't quite sure it's Aura.   As evidence is collected and secrets are revealed, Dane questions what's going on his small town, and Aura exhaustingly continues to search for her sister, all while fighting off the attraction she has for Dane.

Montana Mustangs is a great paranormal romance with a twist of mystery.  The main tie to book 1, The Nymph's Labyrinth, has to do with Kararina Homeros, the fallen leader of the Greek nymphs.  Her involvement (albeit, slight involvement) in Book 2 is important to the progression of not only the book, but the series.  It helps to tie the nymphs in Greece to those nymphs in other areas around the globe.

Aura was written quite well and her entire character is likable....Just ask Deputy Burke ~ he'll tell you just how likable she is - with or without her nymphy charm.  She's a strong character, completely driven in the search for her sister.  Unable to leave things alone, she ventures into some very risky territory including the feud between Dane and his brother, who runs the family ranch.  Aura also has a special ability that allows her to communicate with wildlife and I found this to be a great atypical trait.

Deputy Dane Burke is a well written hero, as well.  He tries to do the best job he can but Aura has become a huge distraction ~ one that could very well cost him his position.  Dane is forced to dive into his past when Aura shows up on his brother's property.  At first he is suspicious and isn't sure what to make of Aura, but when her secret is revealed and proves to be a connection to a person in his past, he realizes that not all is what it seems.

This is an enjoyable novel with a couple of spicy sections.  The mystery behind the disappearance of Natalie isn't immediately revealed or easily guessed.  The secondary characters are necessary parts of the plot and each serve an important function.  The way Montana Mustangs is written allows the reader(s) to really get into the story.

I look forward to the next installment.

Saph's Rating:


The Nymph’s Labyrinth 
The Nymph Series Book 1 

Danica Winters 

Genre: Paranormal Romance 

Publisher: Crimson Romance 

Date of Publication: 12/31/12 

ISBN: 1-4405-6223-7 

Number of pages: 300 
Word Count: ~60k 

Book Description: 

A world shrouded in mystery and intrigue, the Sisterhood of Epione must not be exposed. 

A Shape-shifting nymph, Ariadne, is tasked with keeping the truth of her group’s existence and their ancient mysteries far out of reach of an American archeologist and his troublemaking son. When forgotten and forbidden passions are awakened, Ariadne is forced to make a choice—fall in line and continue to be overrun and pushed down by the sisterhood, or follow her heart and put everyone’s lives in danger. 

Can Ariadne have the man she loves or will the pressure and secrets of the past keep her from her heart’s desire? 

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About Danica Winters 

Danica Winters is a bestselling author who is known for writing award-winning books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and often a touch of magic. When she’s not working she can be found in the wilds of Montana working on her patience while she tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery and painting are not her thing). She always believe the cup is neither half full nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine. 

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Kindle Freebie: Who Is Candid? by Carole Remy

Looking for a sexy, fun, erotic romance? Look no further!

Who Is Candid? by Carole Remy is on sale until May 25, on Amazon. 

How much is the book?


That's right.... FREE!!!

Grab it while you can ~ did and will review on my blog in the future!

Book Details:

In the spring of 1998, recent graduate Lucy Ralph decides to rebel. The NSA is blocking her job applications, her best friend Dick is a frustrating hunk of gorgeous, and her mother is driving her crazy. Worst of all, she’s still a virgin! 

Lucy takes off on a road trip across America, and reinvents herself as 'Candid,' a naughty girl who has sexy fun with just about everybody she meets, and tells the world all about it! Her explicit 'Candid' Internet posts go viral overnight. The National Security Agency, the entertainment media, the paparazzi, and soon the entire nation are on her tail! While she spins a modern day sexual Arabian Nights, she's also being tracked by the sweet, sexy, and elusive Dick, who has his own tricks to play. 

Will love ever be more than a virtual reality for Lucy? Can she and Dick get past the friends page? Will exposure ruin everything, if the nation finds out Who Is Candid?

Monday, May 20, 2013

Virtual Book Tour / Giveaway: Soul Mates by Sandy Wolters (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

Book Description:

Pulled Back Through Time, Shandelle Is Caught Between An Enduring Love And A Wizard’s Magic.

In the beginning of time, one soul splits into two. Lifetime after lifetime, the two souls are reborn and seek to reunite. Like a beacon of light from heaven above, their light shines for each other. Without the other, there is only darkness. A wonderful blessing that can only come from a deeply-bonded love, the sharing of one soul can also be a black curse if something disrupts the moment of their coming together.

Ireland 1323 - Donovan, chieftain of the Clan O'Brien, has unsuccessfully searched his entire adult life, to the detriment of his clan and all those around him, for that elusive possession that will bring his soul peace. He doesn't know what it is, but he will give up everything to find it. One day, he is summoned by the Wizard and told the secret of his obsession—his soul mate. She is no longer living in his time, but there is a way to bring her back to him.

Phoenix 2013 - Shandelle and Ian are embarking on their new life together. She is everything Ian ever wanted but never realized he needed before he met her. Shandelle is a generous soul who lives to make Ian and everyone around her happy. Unfortunately for them both, evil is stalking them. The blood bond duty of a close friend brings betrayal and evil into their lives. How were they to know that the death of a six-year-old girl in the early fourteenth century could have such grave consequences on their lives today?

Book Details:

Soul Mates
Sandy Wolters

Genres: Paranormal Romance, Magic, Time Travel Romance

ISBN: 9781301079049

Number of pages: 142
Word Count: 50,573

Cover Artist: Dannye Williamsen


Ireland 1303

Watching the preparations for the upcoming festivities at the castle unfold in front of her, the young girl closed her eyes and breathed deeply to take in the smells of the assorted meats as they roasted on the communal spit. Her mouth was watering from the savory scents.

Today was indeed a special day. It was not only her birthday, but also a day of festival where all the people belonging to the Clan O’Brien converged on the castle dressed in their finest clothes, partook in games, listened to bards, danced, and indulged in succulent meats and spirits. Today was the first day of February, traditionally the first day of spring in Ireland and the day for honoring St. Brigid of Kildare. Long tables and benches had been set out in the courtyard for all the clansmen and visitors to partake in the celebration.

Maybe, just maybe, if she were lucky, she would get a glimpse of the chief's son, Donovan. She smiled to herself, not understanding the feelings her six-year-old heart felt when her gaze fell on the beautiful Donovan with his dark hair and intense, ten-year-old boyish good looks.

She held the wild rose she had picked on her walk to the castle close to her heart. She didn't know why, but she believed this rose was significant somehow. Her mother had always taught her to listen to her inner feelings so Shannon clung to the rose, knowing it would be of great import today.

As she weaved her way through the people, her spirits soared. Everyone was smiling, laughing, friendly. Moving closer to the inner circle of the courtyard, she noticed many unfamiliar faces among the men. While not unusual at festival time, her curiosity was aroused. As she moved even closer, a cold chill ran down her spine. Questions filled her mind as she became aware that these men displayed none of the lightheartedness of the others—in fact, just the opposite.

Her hand unwittingly flew to the amulet hanging around her neck in a leather pouch to feel its warmth and security. Who are these men? Why do they all look so unapproachable, so angry? Her feeling of unease was so intense that she wanted to run from the celebration and sound a warning of danger. Every instinct within her was forewarning Shannon about the pure evil of which these men were capable.

With such strong feelings of distress running through her body, she didn't realize that she was slowly backing away from where the men had gathered in a single area of the courtyard. As she put distance between herself and these strangers, the tension in her body eased. Though her senses were relaxing, she still clutched her amulet. Turning, she saw a stranger dressed as the frightening men were dressed; yet, there was something different about this man. He was not angry like the others. She felt no evil cascading off of him as she had with the others.

This man was sad, the feeling so strong within him that the air around him seemed to shimmer with it. She stood there, unable to move, watching as people, walking by this man, unconsciously gave him a wide berth. Although the people seemed oblivious to the shimmering aura around him, it was evident they must have felt it for they walked around this force field of sorrow as if to avoid being trapped in it.

Aengus Doyle, heir to the Clan Doyle, sat and stared into his cup of ale. He was burdened by the viciousness that always overtook him when he sought revenge against those who had murdered the people of his father’s clan—murdered for a few meaningless trinkets and even less livestock. With each day that passed, he knew he was becoming more and more like his bloodthirsty father, who ruled with an iron fist and a heart of stone. He could not help but wonder what had happened to that young lad who had loved life and dreamed of leading his father’s people with a generous, kind heart, rather than with one as black as his had become. Torturing those thieves had excited him as he discovered new ways to inflict pain upon them. It was as if his father had stepped inside him, possessing his body like the devil himself. Now it sickened him to the core.

Lost in thought and blocking all the sounds of celebration from himself, he felt a slight shift in the air pressure around him. A tiny voice made its way through the psychological walls he had set up around himself.

"Excuse me, sir."

He ignored the sweet voice as he forcibly kept his attention on his feelings of disgust about the atrocities he had inflicted on other human beings. He hoped this exercise and his remorse would keep these dark, powerful emotions chained within himself, never to appear to him again. If he could keep them there, perhaps he had a chance to go on with his life.

"Excuse me, sir," the voice repeated.

Without looking up, Aengus snarled, "Go away! I do not desire to have a conversation."

The next moment, a beautiful rose moved into his field of vision. Something in his gut clenched. He looked up to see a little girl dressed in a well-worn smock, holding the rose out to him. His body relaxed as he looked at this beautiful child in front of him. She had golden hair that shimmered in the sun, light-colored freckles dotted her nose, and a beautiful smile crossed her lovely, bow-shaped mouth. Looking into her large, stunning eyes, he forgot to breathe. Her eyes were such a dark blue, they reminded him of priceless gems he had once been shown by his father in his clan's coffers. Her soul shone brightly through these eyes of sparkling sapphire, and he knew he would never forget them. He felt this child looking into his soul and experienced peace for the first time since his journey had begun.

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About the Author:

I’ve been an avid reader for years. To my husband’s dismay, I have bookshelves full of books, rooms full of books, boxes full of books. My cars have books in them. I just can’t seem to get rid of them after I read them. You just never know when you will want to read it again, right? When my husband bought me a Kindle, it cut down on our need for storage, but it opened me up to books that I might never have experienced otherwise.

The biggest transition in my relationship with books occurred, however, when I, much to my surprise, became an author. I had started having dreams about people I didn’t know. I started looking forward to my dreams every night. Then I realized that I was daydreaming about these people as well. I'd just be sitting there, and these people and their antics would pop into my mind. Finally, I gave in and began writing their story down, something I had never dreamed of doing.

After I wrote my first book Maggie Mae, I had do idea what to do with it. After trying the traditional route for a little while, my husband pushed me in the direction of ebooks, and I’ve never looked back.

My books invariably feature strong women. My husband, Michael, and I have raised two strong daughters, Pilar and Shandelle, and they inspire the characters in my stories. As a matter of fact, Pilar was the main character in my book A Brother’s Love, and Shandelle is the main character in my new release Soul Mates. Justice for Emily was the most difficult book I’ve written, and that was because Emily was the victim of a sadistic, cruel, and abusive husband, who just happened to be the Chief of Police. One of my readers described this books as a “good mystery laced with sex, violence, ghosts and spirits.” The only thing her summary left out was the strength of the two women in this story: Emily and Rachael.

I’ve had fun with all the books I’ve written. I think the fact that I insert real events into my books, things that have actually happened in my family’s lives, is like having a private joke. Knowing that Michael Rogers in Maggie Mae is based on my husband tickles my fancy. I am a very lucky woman!

Although I write romance novels, they always contain a paranormal twist. My latest, Soul Mates, has the added element of time travel accomplished through the magical arts. I imagine my future writings will always contain romance with strong women and men of character, influenced by events that reach beyond what we consider normal, and perhaps seasoned with a little touch of whimsy.

Website: http://sandywolters.weebly.com/index.html

Blog: Sandy's Spotlight - http://sandywolters.weebly.com/sandys-spotlight.html

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SandyWolters

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sandy.wolters.5

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4772120.Sandy_Wolters

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Friday, May 17, 2013

Review: Bella Key (Romance On The Go) by Scarlet Chastain

Bella Key by Scarlet Chastain

Release Date: May 3rd
from Evernight Publishing


Maddie Jacobs must be crazy. At least that’s what her mother thinks. Professionally, she’s confident and secure; personally, she’s a hot mess. Not even a marriage proposal from a man who adores her can quell her search for something more.

In need of an escape, Maddie flees to Key West’s most southern island, Bella Key, to rest and recharge at Casa Bonita. She almost gives up on weekend retreat when the Bed & Breakfast is closed for repairs until Sunny Rojas, the inn owner, extends an offer of friendship, sweet tea and a room. Still reeling from a breakup with her longtime partner, Sunny is thankful for the diversion from her own broken heart.

The arrival of a fierce storm forces the women’s emotional journey to a head and leads them into each other’s arms. But can Maddie throw her hangups to the wind and go with her heart? The magic of Bella Key teaches her that passion cannot be placed neatly into boxes labeled right and wrong, because love knows no boundaries.


Sunny walked toward the slim form sitting on a bench facing the water. The reds and oranges of the sunset played off Maddie’s golden hair. Sunny’s fingers itched to smooth a wisp of hair blowing in the early evening breeze. An overwhelming feeling of desire to wrap her arms around the woman, guide her head to her shoulder and stroke her hair while she whispered ‘everything will work out’ ran through her head.

“It’s stunning, isn’t it?” She nodded at the horizon when Maddie looked up. “I never get tired of watching Key West sunsets. Each one is different. I come down here a lot to think, or when I have a decision to make. There’s something about the sunset that puts things into perspective.” Sunny stared at the glowing orange sun disappearing into the wide expanse of sea. “Here, I brought you some more of the sweet tea you liked earlier.”

Maddie took the glass from her, and the brush of her fingertips along the back of Sunny’s hand sent her nerve endings on overdrive. Sunny leaned on the back of the bench, supporting her weight with arms. “I spent much time down here dealing with the same situation. My guy’s name was Emilio.”

Maddie’s head cocked to the side. “Emilio? I thought you were—”

“A lesbian?” Sunny snorted. “I don’t really think of it as liking one sex versus another. I’m attracted to the person, you know, what’s inside. But, yes, since Emilio I’ve only been with women. Leaving him was hard. We met in college and he wanted to get married after graduation. Asked my parents and everything.” Sunny chuckled, remembering the disappointment reflected in her mother’s eyes when she told her they’d broken up.

Maddie turned and put her feet on the seat of the bench, drawing her knees to her chest. “What happened?”

“I’ll tell you what didn’t happen, chica. The world didn’t end. Emilio found someone else and is happily married with a couple of kids. My mother not only got over the fact that l broke up with Emilio, but she accepts the fact that my goals in life aren’t the same as hers. You see, those who really care about you just want to see you happy. What you need to figure out is what makes you happy.”

Bella Key is available at Evernight Publishing and most online book retailers.

Saph's Review:

This short story  of 40+ pages certainly packs a punch. 

Maddie Jacobs just escaped what her mom thinks is the perfect relationship in New York by transferring to Oregon.   Maddie's boyfriend is what every girl dreams about but there is just something lacking.  On a business trip to Miami, she takes a side trip to Bella Key, and discovers exactly what the something is.

Maddie meets Sunny at the cute little Bed and Breakfast she had her heart on staying at.  The only problem is that the air conditioning in the Bed and Breakfast is broken, and therefore is closed to tourists.  Convinced that she must stay there, Maddie is able to get an invite out of Sunny...Who needs air conditioning anyway?!

Maddie and Sunny hit it off really well, and to Maddie's surprise, she feels something for Sunny.  Something that scares her.  Something that she really doesn't think will work in her world.  Can Sunny convince Maddie to explore her feelings and admit what she's been afraid of?

Bella Key is a very quick and easy read that keeps you engaged throughout.  The descriptive content is fantastic.  The author created a setting that makes you feel like you're there with the characters.  The main characters, Maddie and Sunny, are easily likeable.  Both women are smart, funny, and passionate.  Their budding relationship is quite believable.

Scarlet Chastain did such a wonderful job creating this world.  The entire novel, although short, was written without a lot of uninteresting filler.  Bella Key also contained the right amount of background information so the reader is never lost.  Excellent novella.

Saph's Rating:

Author Bio:

Scarlet Chastain is the semi-secret pseudonym of a multi-published, best selling author of sensual erotic romance. Scarlet's focus is female-centric sizzling stories written about women, for women.

She lives in the suburban shadows of New York City but her heart belongs to the beaches of Key West. Scarlet can usually be found in her favorite chair of her newly acquired writing cave.

Stalk Scarlet here:

Website: http://scarletchastain.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Scarlet-Chastain/524838890901873

Twitter: @scarletchastain

Email: scarletchastain@gmail.com

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

May 2013 Issue of Bewitching Magazine!! (Featuring 5 of my reviews and so much more!)

I am a super excited girl today!!

"Why," you ask?  

The latest edition of Bewitching Magazine came out and all 5, yes, that's right, 5, of my review submissions are included!!  

Please check out the May edition for not only my reviews, but all of the articles, reviews, authors, and more!!

Book Trailer: Hex and the Single Witch by Roxanne Rhoads

Anwyn Rose is descended from a long line of powerful witches yet she can barely cast spells young witchlings have mastered. She has one functioning witch gift, the power of knowing, which she puts to good use as a Detective on Flint’s Preternatural Investigation Team. 

It’s a new era in Vehicle City, supernaturals are running the town. 

The P.I.T has their hands full with paranormal crimes. Top priority is a serial killer, who appears to be a vampire, draining young women in the city. 

Anwyn is on the case with her sexy partner Detective Mike Malone. Complicating things is her relationship Galen, a vampire who looks more guilty than innocent, although Anwyn trusts her instincts even if her power is on the fritz. 

Mysterious spells, compromising situations, and a possible demon on the loose make it hard to focus on the case, but Anwyn has to make things right before the human police execute the wrong vampire.

Hex and the Single Witch contains magick, a little bit of mystery, a lot of supernatural mayhem, and a sexy love triangle that will leave you wanting more.

Book Details:

Hex and the Single Witch
Vehicle City Vampires Book One
By Roxanne Rhoads

Publisher: Bewitching Books
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 83,000

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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Kindle Freebie Tour: Ash Krafton's "Stranger at the Hell Gate" (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

Stranger at the Hell Gate
Ash Krafton 

Genre: urban fantasy 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press 

Date of Publication: March 2013 
Word Count: 20000 

Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor 

Amazon Purchase Link:

Stranger at the Hell Gate will FREE on Amazon (for the Kindle only) on May 14 - 18, 2013.
(Please confirm price is $0.00 before purchasing.  Price could change w/o notice...Saph, or her blog owner, is not responsible for incorrect pricing at amazon.com)

Book Description: 

Jagger Sintallon, a half-demon warrior, has dedicated his existence to fighting demons who enter the world through Hell gates. A loner of conflicting ideals, he offers shelter to a troubled woman but knows he is too rough, too dangerous, and too cocky for her delicate nature. 

Dedicated to Divine Will, Sonya Camael, a Seraph, is determined to discover why she is drawn to Jagger's doorstep and the reason behind her mission. She needs the demon's help but fears he may get himself killed before she can figure it out and the world slips into Hell's dominion.

Sonya faces grave danger with evil stalking her every move, and Jagger shouldn't care but realizes he cares more than he'd likely admit. Sonya knows Jagger cannot win this war alone, but will her divine intervention mean his imminent end? Or will just the right combination of Heaven and Hell set the world right once again? 

Short Excerpt: 

Jagger hung his head, looking very much out of patience. With an exasperated huff, he turned in place, his boots clomping. Cocky stance, head back, and eyes daring her to say something. But these things she only partially registered because when he turned to face her, his entire upper body—chest, face, arms—glowed with the marks of past insult and injury. And that sickle shape burned into the skin over his heart— 

She whimpered, heart-sick to see him in this way. Her mother's blood cried out at the thought of what agony he must have endured to stand here now, so marred and wounded. Covering her eyes, she dispelled the Seraph sight and fought the tears. 

"Hey." He was in front of her within moments, pulling her hands down and leaning to peer at her downturned face. "Hey, what's wrong?" 

"You. You've been through so much. Just look at you." 

"I'd rather not. I'm not a pretty guy." 

"Jagger. These scars. You have countless hurts. I can't see a part of you that isn't injured." She raised her eyes, tears brimming on her lower lashes. "Let me help you." 

"What, you're a plastic surgeon?" 

She swallowed and regained part of her composure. "Better." 

He looked alarmed and rocked back on his heels. "You don't mean—" 

"Yes, I do." She held onto his hands and kept him from backing away. This felt right, this decision. 

His eyes shifted. "Ah, I don't think it's a good idea, doll. Our kinds don't mix well." 

About the Author: 

Ash Krafton writes from the heart…of the Pennsylvania coal region, that is. 

She is the author of the Books of the Demimonde (Pink Narcissus Press). 

BLEEDING HEARTS (Demimonde #1) is a six-time RWA finalist and was voted "Reviewer Top Pick" by Gravetells.com. Ash continues the story of Sophie and her Demivampires in her latest release BLOOD RUSH (Demimonde #2). She's hard at work (when she isn't watching Doctor Who) writing the third book, WOLF'S BANE. 

Ash Krafton's poetry and short fiction has appeared in several journals, including Niteblade, Bete Noire, Abandoned Towers, and Silver Blade. She's a member of Pennwriters, RWA, and Maryland Writers Association. She lurks near her blog and contributes to the QueryTracker blog

Ash lives with her family and their German Shepherd dog deep in the Pennsylvania wilds, awaiting the day the TARDIS appears in the driveway (the dog most likely keeps the Doctor away. What a beast.) 

Until then, she writes. 

Find Ash at: 

Monday, May 13, 2013

Book Trailer: Twelve Nights by Carole Remy

$120,000 + Expenses: Rich man wants companion for 12 nights. Attractive normal female. Never married. No children. Over 30 years old. No prostitutes. Reply to box 74716. 

Angela and Aggie are stunning identical twins, one a call girl and the other a librarian. If only Aggie will do the sweet-and-innocent interview, Angela is sure she can earn the fortune between the sheets. Jimmy is a lonely, horny half-billionaire and Richard is his hard nosed lawyer, and before long, the two friends are convinced they’re in lust with the same maddeningly hot woman! 

Stir in a brilliant autistic younger brother, a nerdish doesn't-know-he's-ex-boyfriend, a well-meaning but alcoholic father, and a prostitute with the proverbial heart of gold. Then bring to a boil over a sizzling Twelve Nights! 

This rollicking, bawdy coast to coast serving of sex and mayhem will make you laugh out loud even as you moan with delight. Author Carole Remy tickles, fascinates, and arouses in another inventive tale for those who love a hot story filled with unforgettable characters and lots of Sexy Fun!

Book Trailer:
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Carole Remy lives in Mexico with her beloved dog Gemma. When she isn’t writing and touring her novels, you can find her rescuing dogs, learning wood sculpture, and salsa dancing! 
blog: http://caroleremy.blogspot.mx/


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Friday, May 10, 2013

Guest Blog and Giveaway: Carole Remy ~~ Author of Beauty of the Beast (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

I am very pleased to have Carole Remy on
my blog today!!!!  

Thank you so much for inviting me to your blog today, Sapphyria! I love visiting here, and thank you for the beautiful promotion of Beauty of the Beast on its release day just three days ago! I thought for the guest post today, I’d turn things over to the straight-talking heroine of Beauty of the Beast, Mary Jane. Single ladies, listen up!

Mary Jane’s Top Ten Ways to Find Your Perfect Man!

Tip #10

The Law of Attraction says you receive more of what you already have, so appreciate the heck out of the people in your life. Hug your best friend! Now! Ask the little kid next door how her school day went. Want love? Give love!

Tip #9

Keep busy doing something you really enjoy. I was building my career as a top notch reporter, and I stumbled into the Master chasing a juicy story. Woohoo!

Tip #8

Wear nice underwear. I know, funny tip, but there’s nothing like a sexy bra and panties to make a girl feel yummy!

Tip #7

Keep your eyes open. Could be there’s someone in your world right now who is just right for you. (Lips zipped, Carole. No spoilers!)

Tip #6

Please yourself! You know what I mean, ladies. Keep the batteries charged, and the um... personal equipment tuned up and ready to roar!

Tip #5

Drink lots of water, and get plenty of sleep! Not exactly related to finding your man, but it’s always good advice, right?

Tip #4

Move to Texas! At least, I found my lifelong honey in Texas. Wherever you are, he’ll find you, but moving to Austin worked out just fine for me!

Tip #3

Be brave! Every step is an adventure. Change is awesome. Embrace life, and life will embrace you back. Go for it!

Tip #2

Practice yoga! There are yoga exercises that make Kegels look like kiddy play. Seriously! You want a happy man? Learn about the mula bandha. Google it. Oh yeah.

Tip #1

When the time comes, take charge! Here’s an excerpt to show you what I mean.

Here’s the Excerpt

setting: By this time, I was calling the Master ‘George’ and sometimes Mr. X. I put George in the stocks (not the Wall Street kind)! He’s been there awhile, and we’ve been having fun...

"Are you sure you aren't a pro?"

The question came between pants. What a lovely compliment. I had thought of one more torment before I put the man out of his misery. With a quick kiss on the lips, I left him panting and went to get the jug of water. He looked wary as I approached, so I reassured him.

"I'm not going to pour it on you, Mr. X. That would be mean." I fished out a couple of ice cubes and rolled them around in my mouth. George groaned. I guess he'd read the same book of erotica that I had.

"Mary Jane, don't. I know what you're thinking, but you don't want to do this."

I enjoyed listening to his begging as I sucked the ice cubes and smiled. My mouth was starting to hurt, it was so cold. I figured I was about ready. I knelt down in front of George's penis, and took his balls firmly in one hand. He was still trying to talk me out of what I was about to do, but I wasn't listening. I took the base of his penis in my other hand in a tight grip. He had stopped arguing. I spat out the last of the ice cubes and plunged his penis as far as I could into my mouth.

Now I can't tell you exactly what it felt like, since I've never experienced it, but George went nuts. I sucked as hard as I could, and massaged his balls, and stroked the bottom of his penis, keeping my grip tight. He yelled for a while, then went quiet. And all the while his penis grew and grew, stretching my lips and massaging the roof of my mouth. Soon he was yelling again. And then he exploded in my mouth, the hot nutritious fluid jetting down my throat.

George started a different litany, how wonderful I was, how amazing I was, how he loved me more than the moon and the stars. I drank it all in as I'd swallowed his life fluids a moment before. He stood bound in the stocks, and I sat with my arms wrapped around his legs.

Eventually we both calmed down, and I got up to release him from the restraints. I got the bar off his wrists easily enough, and he pulled me into his arms and held me and rocked me while he whispered beautiful promises in my ear.

Eventually I remembered that his ankles were still bound. He told me which drawer the key was in, and I brought it back to him. He unlocked the cuffs and shook his legs to get the circulation going. Then he pulled me back into his arms and we stood, rocking back and forth and holding on for dear life.



Yup, ladies. Tip #1 is the clincher.

It’s been fun chatting with you all today. Thanks again for inviting me, Saph. I’d love to continue the conversation in the comments. How about a free copy of Beauty of the Beast, or one of my other novels if you’ve already bought Beauty, for EVERY commentor? YES!

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The year is 1950. The town is Austin, Texas. Young reporter Mary Jane Andrews isn’t sure what SM is, but she’s heard that it’s going on outside Austin, and she’s determined to investigate.

Beauty of the Beast

Carole Remy 

Genre: erotic romance

Number of pages: 265 
Word Count: 65,500

Book Description: 

Mary Jane Andrews is what Texans call a pistol. She thinks fast, acts faster, and takes the consequences with a laugh. The year is 1950. Young reporter Mary Jane isn’t sure what SM is, but she’s heard that it’s going on outside Austin, and she’s determined to investigate. Once she meets the Master, she’s both enthralled and scared spitless. 

What’s a Master to do when his hotter-than-sin sexual soul mate shows up at the door of his highly illegal sex house? Don’t worry, he has lots of ideas...

Trouble is, Mary Jane wants the story. And the Master won’t spend the rest of his natural life in jail. The sex is explosive, inventive, and addictive, both ways. Will it be bend or break for the insatiable Beauty and the masterful Beast?

Amazon US: Beauty of the Beast

About the Author:

Carole Remy lives in Mexico with her beloved dog Gemma. When she isn’t writing and touring her novels, you can find her rescuing dogs, learning wood sculpture, and salsa dancing!

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