Thursday, March 30, 2017

Cover Reveal ~ Hart of the Storm by Skye Turner

Welcome to the Cover Reveal for Hart of the Storm!

Hart of the Storm
Skye Turner

About the Book:

Amberlee Hart has always had it easy. Her beauty and ability to sing like a Siren have made her a star in Louisiana. Though her dreams are much bigger than “the boot.” 

Jeb Storm has always been a tortured soul, judged for his upbringing. Music has always been his escape. While driving to the most important audition of his life, Jeb stops to help a woman in distress. Amberlee instantly recognizes the “boy from the wrong side of the tracks” who frequented her thoughts "way back when". Forgotten attraction is rekindled and a relationship is formed. 

Passion wars with beautiful music as both pursue their dreams. There can be only one star. Will the man who's always had to fight for everything in his life forfeit his dream for the one thing he’s never had… love? Will the woman who's never doubted she'd find fame compromise her dreams for the perfect man? Can love conquer the Hart of the Storm?

Meet the Author:

Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned writer. She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, 2 kids, and 8 fur babies. When she's not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing Supermom, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), or catching up on her family oriented blog.

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Blog Tour ~ Vindication (Of Demons and Stones, Book 3) Anne L .Parks @almparks2012

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Anne L .Parks
Release Date: March 28th 2017

Kylie Tate is the happiest she has ever been since accepting Alex Stone’s marriage proposal. Nothing can stand in the way of her happily ever after. Until Alex’s father, James, escapes from the prison hospital, and disappears without a trace.

Alex is determined to marry Kylie as soon as possible and start their future together. Having his father free to wreak havoc is not part of the plan. When James is found dead on Alex’s property, Alex is charged with murder—and the District Attorney is going after the death penalty. Kylie is in for the fight of her life to get Alex acquitted. Faced with the possibility of Alex’s conviction, will Kylie go outside the law to save him?

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Born and raised in the Rocky Mountains, Anne L. Parks has spent the last 25 years moving all over the United States. Married to the Navy - well a Commander in the Navy - Parks has lived in various locales throughout the United States. She currently resides in the Washington D.C area, and is loving every minute. When not writing, she spends her time reading, doing yoga, mountain biking, and keeping track of four kids. And drinking wine.

2013 marked her debut in publishing. Her first novel, Strangers, released on her 45th birthday. She was amazed at the number of people who fell in love with a story about two people dealing with grief, and finding love again. Abby and Bryce were the perfect couple to introduce Parks as an up-and-coming author.

Her second novel, The Return, released in December 2013. A wonderful Christmas romance, it is the first book in the Return To Me series. Book two, Return To Newport, released April 29th, and followed the couple through the murky waters of saying good-bye to a past that refused to let go. Lauren's Return, the third book in the series, released on August 19th. This chronicles the challenges of bringing together a family amidst tragedy and death, and still holding firmly to the love they have fought so hard to keep alive. The fourth book, Returning Home, shifts the focus away from Jake and Eve, and delves into the life Eve's eldest daughter. Clarissa has a secret she has guarded for most of her life. Fearing it will be revealed, she refuses to allow love into her heart - until she meets Griff. December 2014 brought the close of this series, with the release of RSVP: A Return To Me Christmas novella. The wedding of the year is threatened by Mother Nature, forcing the couple to re-evaluate whether "happily ever after" is really attainable.

Stepping out of her comfort zone, Parks delved into the paranormal with a group of highly talented authors. The result? An unexpected fantasy of four sisters fighting to save the earth - and each other - from their deranged mother. Elementals, A Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance Anthology, released on May 15th. Summer brought more collaboration with the release of a Fourth of July themed short story, FlyBoy, that was included in the Sparks Fly boxed set.

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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Pre-Order Teaser ~ Provocative by Lisa Renee Jones

Provocative by Lisa Renee Jones is coming April 18th!

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Release Blitz & #Giveaway ~ Dirty Confessions by Jasmine Red #dirtyconfessions

Happy Release Day!!

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Title: Dirty Confessions 
By: Jasmine Red
Publication Date: March 29, 2017

Genre: Erotic Romance

About the Book:

Beware. This is not a love story. This is about a man and his obsession with a woman who’d he’d hurt long ago. This is about his journey. The sexual adventures he embarked on that led him away, and then back to her. This is romance, if it was lathered in lust and warm moans and whispered under silk sheets in a candle lit room. This is not an orgasm. It is multiple orgasms. The senses breaking free. The erotic flicker of a wet tongue against a stiff nipple. Fingers toying with clits. Moans riding cries of pleasures. Hard lengths sliding in lush treasures between hungry thighs. This is not a romance. It is a romance of lust.

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Jasmine Red serves as a Secret Alter Ego for an author who wants to be nasty as hell.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Blog Tour ~ The Billionaires: A Lover's Triangle Novel by Calista Fox

Blog Tour for The Billionaires: A Lover's Triangle Novel

About the Book:

100 Shades of Sin...

In The Billionaires, Calista Fox delivers a sexy and sensuous friends-to-lovers tale with a delicious love triangle twist.

Jewel Catalano, Rogen Angelini, and Vin D'Angelo had been childhood best friends, spending every possible moment with one another. Rogen became her first love, the first one to show her what pleasure could be. Until a volatile feud erupted between their powerful California wine country families and she and Rogen were torn apart from each other. What she didn't expect was to find comfort and passion like she had never known in Vin's arms and bed. But when that too ended in disaster, Jewel moved to San Francisco to work for the Catalano empire. Years later, a series of daring acquisitions brings Jewel back to River Cross, the hometown where Rogen and Vin have recently returned as well. Jewel has the curves, the smarts, and the success to bring any man to his knees—especially the two men who remained best friends and still burn to possess her.

Mixing family business with erotic pleasure ignites a smoldering love triangle. But in order to pull off the bold deal that will build the trios’ own legacy and to stay in their heady, sensual paradise, they must discover what true love really is—or lose everything their hearts' desire.

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“You realize you’re crashing the Angelinis’ party, despite having an invitation.”
Jewel Catalano glanced up from the gorgeous ecru-colored and gold-embossed gala announcement she held in her hot little hands. A very unexpected gift from her assistant, Cameron Valens, who sat next to her in the back of a limo as they traveled the rising and falling slopes of road that cut through endless acres of ripe, rowed vineyards and tree-lined, grass-covered hills leading to the wine community of River Cross, California. Home to two internationally acclaimed vineyards that had sparked the town’s growth and stimulated its economy over the past century: the Catalano winery and the Angelini distillery.

Both cellars of exceptional reputation. Both owners bitter rivals.

“If I’m going to make a major power play for that deadlocked land the Angelinis co-own with my parents,” Jewel contended, “this is my only hope for gaining an audience with Gian Angelini and attempting to strike a deal.”

“And you have a bargaining chip to take into the lion’s den?”

Jewel smiled, even though her stomach knotted over how accurate a picture Cameron painted. Yet Jewel truly did have an ace up her sleeve. “Came across it while I was in Paris. I intend to make an offer the Angelinis can’t refuse.”

She’d spent the past six years trying to ascertain what Gian Angelini didn’t have that he might want to get his hands on. Jewel believed she’d finally hit upon it.

As a Senior Vice President of Acquisitions for Catalano Enterprises, Jewel thrived on securing rare possessions to help seal her most lucrative deals. Her experience was that transactions didn’t always boil down to how much money one offered during negotiations. Sometimes it helped to find whatever unicorn was most elusive to the person on the other side of the table and use that to sweeten the pot.

Luckily, she had help in this area from two lifelong friends, Bayli Styles and Scarlet Drake. Bayli was a research hound, and Scarlet had the uncanny ability—and all the right connections—to track down unique treasures. Jewel just had to provide the scent and the girls picked up the trail.

“You are tenacious; I’ll give you that much,” Jewel’s assistant said in her smoky voice. “Gian Angelini is not a man I’d want to go toe to toe with.”

“I’m not exactly looking forward to invading his turf, especially unannounced. But what choice do I have? He hasn’t taken any of my calls or answered my e-mails. When we’re in a roomful of people, however, he won’t be able to ignore me. He might be intimidating as hell, but he has impeccable manners when in the midst of polite society.”

“I still wouldn’t want to be in your Jimmy Choo shoes.”

With a snicker, Jewel said, “I don’t blame you. Thanks, by the way, for finagling this invitation from the printer.”

“How convenient that I’m sleeping with him.” Cameron winked.

“Indeed.” Jewel laughed softly. “And I appreciate you bringing all these documents I needed to sign.” She handed over the stack of papers and Cameron tucked them into a slim black leather portfolio.

Jewel’s assistant had come in from San Francisco, where Catalano Enterprises was headquartered, to meet her at the private hangar on the edge of River Cross that housed CE’s corporate jets so that they could catch up on business.

Jewel had been in France for nearly a week, working a different deal to procure the only building left on Paris’s stunning Avenue des Lamond not owned by CE. Her father, Anthony Catalano, had plans to develop an even more prestigious Champs-Élysées. She was convinced he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d left his footprint on every major city in the world.

Jewel’s main objective was more localized. She didn’t need her own Champs-Élysées or Taj Mahal. Just a small slice of heaven that was rightfully hers.

Well, almost rightfully hers. For Jewel was heir to property that also belonged to the Angelini estate, making their one and only beneficiary, Rogen, equally entitled.

And it wasn’t exactly a small slice. The massive acreage Jewel wanted full custody of for her own business purposes stretched between the Catalano estate and the one owned by the Angelinis.

But the tract of land was tied up in messy legalities and a vicious feud between her and Rogen’s family. So all that prime real estate sat undisturbed and undeveloped. A complete waste, in Jewel’s mind.

A thought that festered 24-7 in the back of her head.

The very reason she was currently in River Cross.

“You really think you can sway Gian Angelini?” Cameron asked. She was an attractive woman of forty-six with sophisticatedly coiffed short brown hair and an eye for fashion.

By contrast, Jewel had long sleek blond hair and sapphire eyes that caught the light in the reflection as her gaze shifted to the side windows while she considered the probability of pulling off this latest endeavor.

The driver of the limo took the turn toward the northwestern portion of the county, winding through the manicured township of stylish boutiques, restaurants, and wine bars, with bistro sets dotting pavered patios. There were plenty of lush, verdant courtyards boasting fountains and freshly varnished park benches.

The sun began its gradual descent on the horizon, casting vibrant shades of blood orange, vermilion, and gold across the landscape, turning the mountain range in the distance into a fiery sentinel looming above the river that ran along the base, then wove its way through the countryside.

Though Jewel had lived in San Francisco since she was eighteen, she’d always loved the elegantly rustic community of River Cross. Yet as the limo traveled farther north she turned away from the mesmeric scenery—before they passed the Angelini estate and distillery on their way to her family’s manor. Her stomach already churned enough over her decision to attend the gala this evening. A tricky, potentially volatile affair that left her on edge and slightly breathless.

She didn’t need to torment herself further over what she might encounter when she set foot on Angelini property for the first time in fifteen years. The mere thought called forth voices from the past. Handsome faces. Stolen kisses. Love, longing, and loss.

Trying to reel in emotions that threatened to get the best of her, Jewel returned to her previous conversation with Cameron, saying, “I believe I can get Gian to see that it makes no sense to keep the land in a stranglehold because of one argument.” Which had erupted over venomous accusations and tenuous emotions shortly after the Angelinis’ young daughter had passed, when Jewel was thirteen. “My parents and Gian and Rose-Marie Angelini used to be the best of friends. Now they despise each other.”

“Such a shame. Do you ever speak with their son?”

“Not in years.”

Rogen was her age, twenty-eight. They’d been close growing up. More than that, really. He’d been her first … everything.

But he’d spent half of his life away from River Cross, only having moved back about six months ago, or so the grapevine reported. Actually, there’d been quite a few rumors whispered of late by a high school friend or two of Jewel’s, mostly about how Rogen’s best friend, Vincent D’Angelo, had returned as well and the two men were currently pleasing several of the pampered “ladies who lunch.” It was hinted the men were experts at doing this at the same time.

Jewel waved a dismissive hand at the gossips. But, admittedly, certain forbidden thoughts cropped up. She fought their elusive pull, including the old memories creeping in on her now.

She tried to shake the remembrance of her past with Rogen from her head. Yet she couldn’t block the mental flash of his vibrant cerulean eyes and wicked grin, which instantly ignited her nerve endings.

Precisely why she didn’t allow herself to indulge in reveries of him.

That and the fact that their family situations did not bode well for any sort of wishful reconciliation. Both fathers had held their grudge to such great extent, they’d done everything in their power to separate Jewel and Rogen when they were teenagers. Gian had shipped his son off to the highest-ranking prep school in the country, Trinity, in Manhattan. Jewel had been prohibited from seeing him, though they’d found sequestered moments together when Rogen had flown in for holidays. Until their junior year. That was when the Angelinis had begun vacationing in Europe, not giving Rogen much chance to come home.

For the most part, Jewel had had to rely on the out of sight, out of mind mentality … or she’d never get past her heartbreak. Both of them. Because her disconnection from Rogen had eventually led her into Vin’s arms. That had gone horrifically wrong around graduation. She hadn’t seen him since. Didn’t speak to him.

And though she’d secretly visited Rogen once at Trinity and then one more time in Italy during a college break, she’d opted to sever the ties with him, too. It’d been excruciating to see each other on such a limited basis. To have to be so sneaky about it. That had never felt right.

Then again, her split from Vin hadn’t sat well with her, either. But it was all a complicated mess that had never been straightened out. Just like the family feud that had started with mourning, morphed into misunderstandings, and then exploded into a vindictive backlash—with the two heirs, Rogen and Jewel, caught in the cross fire. And Vin suffering along with them.

Diverting her thoughts as the limo passed through the massive gates of the Catalano estate, she told Cameron, “Take the car back into the city and enjoy a night out with Spence, on me.” They wove their way through the plush setting of velvety-green grass, voluptuous trees, and gently flowing streams before pulling under the vast porte cochere of the main house.

The driver opened the door for Jewel.

“I’ll see you in the office on Monday morning,” she told her assistant.

“Wait.” Cameron gingerly clasped Jewel’s arm, a hint of warning in her tone. “What about your parents?”

“Not here to grill me over why I’m in River Cross. Thank God. Daddy’s plane hasn’t landed yet from his trip to Aspen and I arranged a day at the spa for Mother.”

“Clever girl,” Cameron said with a conspiratorial grin.

Jewel nodded. It was a huge relief her parents wouldn’t be around to talk her out of attending a party she wasn’t actually invited to. They would make the attempt to thwart her efforts not just because of the difficulty and sensitivity of this impending real estate negotiation—if they suspected anything, that was, because Jewel hadn’t told them her plans, they’d come about so quickly—but also because Rogen would be there.

Her breath caught at the prospect of seeing him after so many years. Chased by a blazing fire in her veins that Vin could be on hand as well. He was the family’s Chief General Counsel now. She’d read that in the Wall Street Journal.

Vin was the last person she wanted to run into this evening. One smug word out of his mouth and she knew her temper would flare. She couldn’t afford that. Jewel had to play this hand calmly and coolly. Which basically meant avoiding Vin D’Angelo at all costs.

It also meant she had to continue greasing the wheels in order to get what she wanted. So she told Cameron, “Send over two cases of our meritage to the Angelinis, my compliments.” It was the Catalanos’ prized merlot-sauvignon-cabernet blend. “Mrs. Angelini has always favored that variety. We used to provide it for all of her events as a hostess gift. Back in the day.”

“Consider everything taken care of.” Cameron’s manicured fingers slid away, though the concern still rimmed her hazel eyes. “And good luck with your new mission.”

“Thank you.” Jewel exited the car. Adrenaline over the prospect of coming to acceptable terms with Gian mixed with anxiety over seeing Rogen.

And possibly Vin.

She couldn’t argue with the wary voice inside her head that told her this might all be a gigantic mistake on her part. But no one else was making a move on that land. It was high time someone did.

Even if it put her in a prickly situation with three men she wasn’t exactly primed and ready to confront …

But Jewel lived and breathed the adage of no guts, no glory.

She prayed her motto would not fail her tonight!

“If I recall correctly,” Vin D’Angelo said to Rogen Angelini as Vin checked his diamond-studded cuff links to ensure they were secure, “there’s a gala about to commence in half an hour. And you’re still in jeans. Dusty jeans and boots, to be exact.” He sniffed the air and added, “You also smell like the stables.”

“Smart-ass.” Rogen dropped his saddlebags on the kitchen table in his three-bedroom house on the Angelini estate and extracted several containers. “I was out riding the adjacent property, collecting more soil samples to keep testing what grapes will grow best on that land. What hybrids I can work with.”

“First of all,” Vin said in his deep, lawyerly voice, “there’s a no trespassing without written consent clause in the contracts your parents and the Catalanos signed when they jointly purchased the property. It even applies to you.”

Rogen smirked.

“Second,” Vin continued, unfazed, “Anthony Catalano will never consent to a sale—and the binding agreements specifically state that Catalanos can only sell their portion of the land to Angelinis and vice versa. Which clearly is never going to happen. So testing the soil is pretty much a waste of time.”

“Doesn’t hurt to be prepared for any opportunity that might come along, my friend.” Rogen had wanted to grow on that property since he could walk the lot line.

Perhaps a slight exaggeration, but still. It was his dream.

“The only thing you need to be concerned about right now is this ostentatious shindig your mother is throwing,” Vin reminded him. “There are over six hundred VIPs from San Diego to San Francisco—and all the Sans and Santas in-between—about to fill the mansion and spill out onto the grounds. The Golden Boy son needs to look a little less Lone Ranger and a lot more James Bond.”

“I’ll leave the latter to you. You’ve got that whole Pierce Brosnan thing going on.”

Vin stood six-foot-four and had dark, strategically tousled hair. He had deep-green eyes and broad shoulders women seemed to go for.

Rogen was his direct opposite. A couple inches shorter, though still over six feet, with short, dark-blond hair, and blue eyes. He currently sported two days of stubble along his strong jawline. He was solidly built and athletic, whereas Vin was more sculpted in a refined, sophisticated way.

“I do look damn good in a tux,” Vin contended as he admired himself in the mirror mounted on the wall beyond the kitchen table.

“Spare me,” Rogen said, the sarcasm dripping from his tone. “Your ego won’t fit in this house with the both of us.”

His best friend chuckled under his breath. “Good point.”

“Who’d you decide to bring as the date du jour?” Rogen asked.

Vin flashed a mischievous grin. “As it turns out, Holly McCormick is back in town. She’ll be on my arm this evening.”

“And no doubt in your bed.”

“Feel free to join us. You know how insatiable she is.”

“The woman doesn’t have an off switch.”

She certainly enjoys her multiple orgasms. And we enjoy giving them to her.” He winked.

“Tempting,” Rogen mused. “Chances are very good I’ll be taking you up on that offer.”

Several months ago, he and Vin had swapped their offices at Angelini, Inc., headquarters in Tuscany for ones in River Cross. That was when they’d met Holly and spent one overly decadent night in her casita, pleasuring her until the sun came up. And she’d still wanted more.

The ménage had been a going-away present for her, at both men’s suggestion. Holly hadn’t even batted a lash at the risqué proposition. She was a curvy redhead with a hearty sexual appetite and zero inhibitions, which had made for a very memorable evening, with Rogen and Vin working in tandem to get her off. Repeatedly.

Though Holly was not, by any stretch of the imagination, their first foray into threesome territory. Being such close friends all their lives and having such vastly different personalities and dispositions lent to their special talent and innate desire to share a woman in that way.

The discovery of their particular gift had come sophomore year at Yale. Rather accidental, since Rogen had been at the library when Vin had gotten Amber Halston between the sheets. Rogen had slipped into the dorm room to grab some study notes just as Amber had been hitting her high notes. Things had escalated from there.

Both men had maintained a modicum of discretion with their forbidden affairs in college. When they’d starting working in the Italy offices after Rogen received his MBA and Vin graduated from law school, they’d come upon several gorgeous European women who were more than amenable to a ménage à trois.

Both Rogen and Vin had immediately realized that making a woman come with two pairs of hands and lips on her body and two cocks to satisfy her was a heady rush. And they were damn good at racking up the orgasms.

But always on a temporary basis.

“Holly’s aware you’re not looking for any sort of commitment, right?” Rogen had to lob the cautionary sentiment out there, since women flocked to Vin’s commanding presence and latched on quickly. Held on tight.

Rogen had his fair share of admirers, but he’d been told on numerous occasions that he exuded a razor vibe that apparently told women he wasn’t interested in a permanent love connection without him even saying a word.

“I trust my reputation precedes me,” Vin said. “I have neither the time nor the desire to get involved. In fact, this is the first night I’ve taken off in weeks. Your family keeps me busy, no doubt there.”

“Dad doesn’t believe in resting on his laurels. Conquer the world is his current mission.”

“Are you sure it’s not to rank even higher on the Forbes billionaires list?”

“It does annoy him that he flip-flops with Anthony Catalano on that damn list.”

“Well, I’ll bet he’s feeling a bit of vindication, throwing another extravaganza the Catalanos aren’t invited to.”

“They wouldn’t come if they were invited, out of sheer principle. Neither side cares about appearances when it comes to this feud, which I think everyone has long since forgotten how it even started.” He shook his head. “It’d be nice if they just fucking got over it already.”

“That’d certainly make things easier on the heirs.” Vin scowled. “Or maybe not. You and Jewel are nothing but a rose garden filled with thorns.”

Rogen didn’t allow himself to travel the path of wishful thinking when it came to wanting to see her. Jewel Catalano lived in the city, and from what he’d heard she didn’t visit River Cross all that often.

A moot point, really. They were long over. Still, Rogen would be lying to himself if he denied she was the reason he didn’t date any more seriously than Vin did. Both men had been hooked on her in one capacity or another since they were kids. And both men knew all that had ever brought to either of their lives was more complication.

Vin didn’t typically speak of Jewel, and Rogen respected his privacy on the matter. Rogen had no idea what had happened between the two of them after he had been sent to Trinity, a year after the dispute over the untouched land had flared. The exile from California had happened right around the time Rogen and Jewel had fallen in love—a huge source of contention for their parents, who’d proven they would do anything to keep the two away from each other. And succeeded, for the most part.

Rogen had his suspicions as to how Jewel and Vin’s friendship had progressed after he’d left but wasn’t really sure he wanted to know. Vin’s intensity when the subject came up was a loud and clear warning for Rogen to avoid the topic entirely. Vin clearly felt the same. Hence the scowl.

Rogen said, “I’d better get around. I’ll see you in a little while.”

“I’m taking one of the limos to pick up Holly. We’ll be along shortly.”

“Don’t get that particular party started without me.” He grinned.

Vin chuckled again, on his way out the door. Rogen hit the shower and shaved. As Chief Operating Officer of Angelini, Inc., which housed its auxiliary offices within the estate, Rogen was usually on the clean-cut side. But he didn’t mind the scruffy jaw when working the vineyard or doing his soil testing.

He dressed in an Armani tux, then raked a hand through his hair, making it stand a little on end. He took an all-terrain Rhino to the service entrance of the mansion and joined the festivities as they were getting under way.

He grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing server. There were numerous food stations and seafood towers, plus hot- and cold-passed hors d’oeuvres. Free-flowing champagne and the distillery’s top-notch cognacs.

A pianist and harpist were set up in one of the courtyards. A steel-drum band played in the gardens. An eighteen-piece orchestra took requests on the event lawn. And a contemporary band rocked the grand ballroom.

Tree trunks outside were all lit with clear twinkle lights. Candles burned in hurricanes and decorative lanterns. Inside, the chandeliers glowed brilliantly, sending glittery rays across the cream-colored marble floors. All of the rooms designated for entertaining flowed into one another, making it easy for groups to mix and mingle.

Rogen greeted guests, accepted pecks on the cheek, shook hands, and chatted everyone up as he moved toward the spacious great room by the entryway. There he dropped off his empty glass and was served another. He before strolling closer to the foyer to ensure there was a welcoming committee at the front door.

He drew up short when he caught sight of a striking blonde wearing a one-shouldered sparkling dress in ice blue that set off her sapphire irises. She stood on the landing of the steps that led down into the great room, close to the twin staircases that stretched and curved to the second floor and beyond to two more floors.

Rogen did a double take. He absorbed the sight of her from head to toe, including the slit in the left side of her dress that started at her slim ankle and ran clear up to the top of her shapely thigh where a diamond-encrusted brooch was pinned.

His cock sprang to life. His pulse shot through the roof.

It was her.

Rogen handed over his crystal flute to another server and worked his way through the crowd, his heart hammering. He took the three steps up to the landing and asked, “Are you a mirage?”

Jewel gave him a beautiful bright-white smile. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“Because I’ve fantasized about you appearing out of thin air when I least expect it.”

“Sorry to catch you off-guard. It couldn’t be helped.”

“Do you hear me complaining?”

Her smile softened. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about me showing up.”

“Like I just took a dive out of an airplane and am free-falling without a chute.”

“Interesting.” She stared up at him, her big blue eyes shimmering under the chandeliers. “I know the feeling.” Her voice was low and evocative. Breathy.

“Good.” He mentally shook his head. Maybe it wasn’t so good they still reacted strongly to each other. Especially after what Vin had said about the thorns. Rogen changed the subject. “I don’t recall seeing your name on the guest list.”

“Nor would you. I’m crashing. For a good cause, I promise.”

“I don’t care that you’re crashing,” Rogen said with conviction in his tone. “It’s fucking incredible to see you, Jewel.”

So much for changing the subject …

But damn—it’d been seven long years since he’d last seen her.

His gaze slid over her from head to toe and back up. Slowly, as he once again took in the long, sculpted leg on display, the gentle rounding of her hips, the dip of her waist where the material clung to her feminine curves, her enticing breasts, her bare shoulders.

He soaked in all that creamy, silky-looking skin. The long column of her neck. Her full, glossy lips, which were slightly parted as she drew in sharp breaths.

Shiny blond hair was swept away from her delicate features to fall in a sleek curtain between her shoulder blades. Her dark irises continued to glow seductively.

Rogen’s chest pulled tight. His cock pulsed with erratic beats.

“You’re sensational,” he said, completely blown away by the sight of her.

The corners of her mouth quivered. A hint of mist covered her eyes. “I’m not really sure I prepared myself enough for a reunion.”

Her fingers curled around her silver satin clutch as though that would keep her from touching him.

Frustration tore through him. Rogen burned for her touch. Instantly. Fervently.

“Jesus, Jewel,” he murmured. “You could stop a man’s heart looking like that.”

“Rogen…” She stared deep into his eyes. Searching them. Likely looking for all the elusive answers even he’d never found when it came to the two of them.

“I’ve missed you,” they said in unison. Each took a stride closer to the other, then instinctively stepped back.

Rogen let out a low growl, annoyed with himself. “We’re not fucking teenagers, Jewel. If I want to hug you, it’s no one’s goddamn business but mine.”

“I know. You’re right. Of course.”

He closed the gap. His head dipped and his lips brushed over her cheek. He inhaled her rich, sultry scent. And everything inside of Rogen went haywire.

“Fuck,” he muttered. Moved a bit away from her. Shoved a hand through his hair. His gaze roved her body again and his jaw clenched.

Jewel seemed to swallow down a lump of emotion before she said, “You look good. COO of Angelini, Inc., suits you. So does the tux.”

“I prefer my jeans, but what can you do?” He tried to lighten the suddenly tense moment. Yet every muscle in his body was rigid with wanting her. That rapidly. That painfully.

She gave him another pretty smile, though it looked a bit strained. Like she felt the electric current of their unwavering attraction—and the tormenting tension it elicited.

“How’d the California cowboy make it through an East Coast prep school and Ivy League college?” she asked.

“That’s the last thing I want to talk about.” He stepped toward her again, held her gaze, and continued the free fall. “Tell me why you’re here. And it’d better have something to do with being desperate to see me.”

Desire flashed in her eyes. Along with something deeper, darker. Something elusive. Alluring. Soul stirring.

Yet a heartbeat later—

“Yes, Jewel. Please do tell us why you’re here.”

Rogen winced at his mother’s smooth, cultured voice shattering the private moments he’d shared with Jewel. Too fleeting a span of time.

His father added, “This is quite a surprise, young lady.”

Jewel’s soft features hardened—a soldier preparing for battle. Regret replaced the desire in her sapphire irises. She appeared reluctant to drag her gaze from Rogen but turned her attention on his parents. “I apologize for the intrusion. I need to speak with you, Mr. Angelini. It’s important.”

Rogen’s parents exchanged a curious look.

His mother said, “I trust everyone’s well at your estate?”

“Yes, of course. We’re all perfectly healthy. I hope the same goes for your family.”

“It does,” his mother assured Jewel. “And thank you for the meritage. That was … considerate.” That last word seemed to push the boundaries of civility where Rogen’s mother was concerned.

Jewel pretended not to notice. “I was pleased to hear that you were entertaining. Your parties have always been the talk of the Valley.”

“I plan to host them more regularly.”

“That’s wonderful.”

Though the conversation was cordial, there was no mistaking the underlying hostility on his parents’ part, the contained aggression and bitterness exuding from them. It infuriated Rogen that they directed their angst toward Jewel. Like him, she was but a victim of circumstance when it came to the dispute.

But Rogen’s admiration for her surged as Jewel squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. She boldly told his father, “I only need a few minutes of your time. Then I’ll leave.”

Rogen didn’t like the sound of that. Though he was dying to know what business Jewel was here to discuss, he was mostly agitated that she intended to make a hasty retreat.

Hoping to stall her exit, he suggested, “Why don’t I get us all some champagne?”

He headed off for a tray of glasses, his mind whirling over how to get Jewel to stick around a while longer.

This was the first time since he’d returned to River Cross that he’d had the chance to see her, to talk to her. He sure as hell wouldn’t let the opportunity to spend more time with her slip through his fingers.

His family and a fifteen-year feud be damned!

Copyright © 2017 by Calista Fox and reprinted with the permission of St. Martin’s Griffin.
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Calista Fox is a former PR professional, now writing fast-paced, steamy books to set readers’ pulses racing. She has won many Reviewer’s and Reader’s Choice Awards, as well as Best Book Awards. Calista has crossed the country many times over by corporate jet and travels internationally, always with her laptop in tow to capture intriguing story elements and exotic locales! She is also a member of Romance Writers of America and a Past President/Advisor of the Phoenix chapter. Her books include the Lovers Triangle and the Burned Deep series.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Ultimate Night’s Delights: Erotic Historical/Fantasy Romance (Naughty Nobles Trilogy Book 3) by Kelli A. Wilkins @KWilkinsauthor

Please welcome Kelli A. Wilkins to the blog today as she talks about her new release: 

Ultimate Night’s Delights – Hot Historical/Fantasy Romance

Hi Everyone,

Today I’m sharing an “inside look” at the third book in my super-hot erotic fantasy trilogy, Naughty Nobles. The series includes Midsummer Night’s Delights, Midwinter Night’s Delights, and Ultimate Night’s Delights. Although the books are connected, each stands alone as an individual read.

In previous blogs, I wrote about Midsummer Night’s Delights and Midwinter Night’s Delights. Midsummer introduced readers to repressed newlyweds, Julian and Annabelle. They are strangers trapped in an arranged, sexless marriage. To loosen them up, Julian’s father sends them to the Marquis of Demby’s estate to attend a Midsummer Ball. (And this type of ball isn’t for dancing!)

The second book in the series, Midwinter Night’s Delights, picks up six months after the last story and follows the continuing sexual adventures of Annabelle and Julian. (And yes, this novella is just as hot – if not hotter – than the first one!)

Ultimate Night’s Delights is the third and final novella in the series. I never intended to write a trilogy, but the characters kept popping up in my head, and I knew they had more stories to tell! Readers and reviewers fell in love with the characters and the storyline, so I decided to write one more book that wrapped up the trilogy.

However, when I started thinking about the plot, I wasn’t sure what direction to take. I knew there had to be something interesting (beyond a naughty “anything goes” ball) that raised the stakes for everyone, and I thought about blackmail. From there, I developed the idea of the “Black Duke” and his mission to destroy Vincent. Then of course, I had to devise a clever way to tie it all together at the end.

I also enhanced a storyline and shared some insight on two secondary characters, Lono and Lobo. (Readers were briefly introduced to them in the second book.) In this story, I explain how they came to be employed by Vincent and Sabrina and what’s ahead for them in the future.

I think fans of the first two novellas will find this book to be a satisfying conclusion to the series.

Here’s the summary and a very adult excerpt:

Ultimate Night’s Delights

Julian and Annabelle are back for the final ball!

The Midsummer and Midwinter Balls changed Julian and Annabelle forever. Vincent, the Marquis of Demby, and his wife, Sabrina, introduced them to a world of erotic pleasures. Freed from their inhibitions, they now help other shy couples explore their sexual urges and hidden desires.

But life on Vincent and Sabrina’s estate is anything but tranquil. The notorious Duke of Blackwell has discovered the secret about the naughty balls and is out to destroy the marquis.

Vincent refuses to deny the rumors about the “anything goes” parties he hosts, and turns to his friends for assistance. Together, they devise a plan to defeat the Black Duke… and still find time for a few wicked games.

A HOT excerpt:

Annabelle knelt on the tile floor in front of Vincent and took his prick into her mouth. Hot and thick, it tasted like the minerals in the bathwater. She grasped his buttocks as she sucked him.

“Ah, that’s it. Go on,” he whispered. “Take more.”

She opened her mouth wider and drew him in deeper. When they had approached the bed, Vincent told her to get him hard so he could screw her properly. Lono—or Lobo—stood at the head of the bed staring off into space as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Sometimes Lono and Lobo participated in the games, but mostly they watched. Even when she tried to get a rise out of them, they barely noticed her.

Annabelle peeked at the other bed. Sabrina sat on the edge and Julian was on his knees with his blond head buried between her thighs. Would they switch partners later? She looked forward to making love with Sabrina. Their kissing and touching in the bathing pool had gotten her excited.

“Stop. Get on the bed,” Vincent said.

She obeyed and lay on her back, legs parted. Vincent knelt over her and picked up a jar of cream from the nearby table. He scooped out a handful and smeared it all over her, making her cry out. The hot lotion! She and Julian had used this before—it burned and prickled when it was first applied, but after a minute, it turned everything fiery hot and made you eager to screw for hours.

Vincent pulled two silk straps out from beneath the red coverlet. He opened her legs wider and fastened each ankle to a bedpost. Now she was completely open to him.

She squirmed on the soft mattress as Vincent positioned himself on top of her. This would be fantastic. Vincent was hard, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. Having her legs tied would add to the thrill.

“Lobo, take her arms,” Vincent ordered.

Lobo grasped her forearms in his wide hands. He stretched her arms over her head, holding her immobile.

“Thank you,” Vincent said, as he shoved himself into her.

Annabelle rocked her hips in time to meet Vincent’s solid thrusts. The cream filled her with a blazing lust. She strained against the straps, desperate to wrap her legs around Vincent’s hips. Instead, she had to remain bound and at his mercy…

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I enjoy hearing from readers and other authors. Feel free to drop me a line with questions or comments about the series.

Be sure to follow my blog for the latest updates and visit me on social media.

Happy Reading!

Kelli A. Wilkins

Meet the Author:

Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.

Her trilogy of erotic romance novellas, Midsummer Night’s Delights, Midwinter Night’s Delights, and Ultimate Night’s Delights was released in spring 2017.

Loving a Wild Stranger was published in January 2017. This historical/pioneer romance is set in the wilds of the Michigan Territory and blends tender romance with adventure.

Kelli's third Medallion Press romance, Lies, Love & Redemption was released in September 2016. This spicy historical western is set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877.

Her writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative guide filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: and Twitter:

She also writes a weekly blog:

Visit her website, to learn more about all of her writings, read book excerpts, reviews, and more. Readers can sign up for her newsletter here:

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Monday, March 20, 2017

Cover Reveal ~ Viable Threat by Julie Rowe ~ @julieroweauthor @entangledpub #Giveaway

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I am thrilled to be sharing the AMAZING cover for Julie Rowe's upcoming sexy new romantic suspense title, VIABLE THREAT! If you love alpha male heroes who are just waiting to save the day, and action-packed romantic suspense with as much romantic tension as heart-pounding action- look no further! I've got all of the details, along with a sneak peek look at the amazing cover! Read on!

About the Book:

Special Forces soldier and medic Walter River would give anything to snatch more than a few seconds of down time to see if he can rattle the no-nonsense and incredibly hot Dr. Lloyd he's protecting, but dodging explosions, snipers, and student radicals who've unleashed a lethal bio-engineered microorganism have made that almost impossible. Maybe he'll get a chance—if he can figure out how to keep them both alive. CDC microbiologist Ava Lloyd races to find a cure for a bio-terrorism organism sweeping El Paso. The few stolen moments with her very hunky bodyguard River have been explosive, but no matter how alluring he is, she can't afford to get distracted. The clock is ticking, people are dying by the hundreds, and once this crisis is solved, they'll both be off on their next assignment, thousands of miles apart.


Meet the Author:

Julie Rowe’s first career as a medical lab technologist in Canada took her to the North West Territories and northern Alberta, where she still resides. She loves to include medical details in her romance novels, but admits she’ll never be able to write about all her medical experiences because, “Fiction has to be believable”. Julie writes romantic suspense and romantic military thrillers. Her most recent titles include Viable Threat, the first book in the Disease Control and Enforcement series, and Viral Justice, book three of the Biological Response Team series.

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Friday, March 17, 2017

Guest Post ~ New Releases: Midsummer Night’s Delights & Midwinter Night’s Delights — Hot Historical/Fantasy Romances By Kelli A. Wilkins @KWilkinsauthor

Please welcome Kelli A. Wilkins to Sapphyria's Steamy Books today!!

New Releases: Midsummer Night’s Delights & Midwinter Night’s Delights 
— Hot Historical/Fantasy Romances

By Kelli A. Wilkins

Hi everyone,

Today I’m highlighting the first two books in my Naughty Nobles trilogy, Midsummer Night’s Delights and Midwinter Night’s Delights. Although the books are connected, each stands alone as an individual read.

Midsummer Night’s Delights introduces readers to repressed newlyweds, Julian and Annabelle. They are strangers trapped in an arranged, sexless marriage. To loosen them up, Julian’s father sends them to the Marquis of Demby’s estate to attend a Midsummer Ball. (And this type of ball isn’t for dancing.) 

Julian and Annabelle meet the marquis, Vincent, and his wife, Sabrina. Over the course of their visit, they learn how to open up and explore their sexuality. When they attend the Midsummer Ball, they shed their inhibitions while indulging in their wildest fantasies. 

Midwinter Night’s Delights picks up six months after the last story and follows the continuing sexual adventures of Annabelle and Julian. (And yes, this novella is just as hot—if not hotter— than the first one.)

In the sequel, we discover that Annabelle and Julian have taken what they’ve learned and gone wild. Ever since the Midsummer Ball, they have been overindulging in all sorts of lewd activities. Instead of being shy and repressed, they are more than eager to give in to their desires whenever (and wherever) the mood strikes—even if it’s at a formal dinner party. Needless to say, Julian’s father sends them back to Vincent’s estate to be disciplined and learn self-control. 

Although they have been invited to the Midwinter Ball, there’s a catch. Before Sabrina and Vincent allow them to participate, they need to learn how to control their insatiable appetites and undergo certain “punishments” along the way.

Midwinter is more intense than Midsummer. From the outset, readers know that Julian and Annabelle are learning lessons and being disciplined, but it’s all for their own good. I sprinkled in some BDSM throughout the story to make things very interesting. It was fun to explore a different side to the games that take place at the estate and watch how the characters reacted as they received their “punishments” throughout the book.

So, how did this sequel come about? At the end of Midsummer, I left the door open to a follow-up story, hoping that readers would want more. And they did! Readers and reviewers were interested in learning more about the characters and seeing what other erotic escapades awaited them. 

Some people wanted a prequel—a story devoted to how Sabrina and Vincent met and where they learned to play their wicked games. Others wanted a follow-up story to find out what happened to Annabelle and Julian and wondered if they would still play games with Vincent and Sabrina.

This story satisfies both camps. I let Sabrina explain her sexual history and how she became educated in playing naughty games. Julian and Annabelle learn about self-control as they become Vincent and Sabrina’s submissives and take their “punishments” in stride.

And what about the third book? At the end of Midwinter, I saw the potential for another, final, chapter in the saga. I’ll share more about Ultimate Night’s Delights in another blog, so stay tuned.

Here are the book summaries and an excerpt from Midsummer Night’s Delights:

Midsummer Night’s Delights:

About the Book:

At this Midsummer Ball, couples pair up everywhere—but not for dancing!

Young newlyweds Julian and Annabelle are miserable. Their arranged marriage is lacking everything—especially sex. Julian suffers from a lack of confidence and is harboring a secret urge. Innocent Annabelle’s longings go unnoticed and unfulfilled, no matter what she tries. 

But all that changes when they are invited to a Midsummer Ball. Their unconventional hosts, Vincent and Sabrina, introduce them to a world where their most intimate desires and hidden passions are explored—and fulfilled. Swapping and naughty games are just a few of the surprises awaiting them… 

Bonus! This e-book includes a sneak peek at the second book in the Naughty Nobles Trilogy: MIDWINTER NIGHT’S DELIGHTS.

Read the Excerpt:

Julian followed Vincent down the carpeted corridor, lost in thought. Vincent’s crude words and lewd behavior in the garden had shocked him. Yet, he was intrigued by his claim to be able to “cure” him and awaken his passion. But the idea of attending a ball where everyone would screw, terrified him. What would Annabelle say when she learned of this? How could he ever bring up the subject with her?

“Let’s go in here,” Vincent said, stepping into a room.

“Whose bedroom is this?” he asked as Vincent gestured for him to enter. Like his own bedchamber, the room was elaborately decorated and had an enormous four-poster bed along one wall.

“Shh, keep your voice down.” Vincent removed a painting of a castle from the far wall. He tossed the canvas on the bed and gestured for him to come closer.

He was about to speak when he heard a woman moan.

“Oh, yes… Go deeper,” she said.

His skin prickled. Was a woman having intimate relations in the next room?

Vincent had his face pressed against the wall and was watching from a hole cut into the plaster. Had he no shame? Did he spy on all his guests in their private moments?

He crossed the room, curious, yet offended. “You shouldn’t watch—”

“Shh. Don’t be a prude. Take a look for yourself,” Vincent replied, moving aside so he could look.

He peered through the small hole and saw a brightly-lit bedchamber. A naked, dark-haired woman was kneeling over another figure on the bed. After watching for another minute, he pulled away and frowned at Vincent. “It’s not right to peek in on people. That could be someone’s wife.”

“It is. Mine. That’s Sabrina.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Don’t you care that your wife is in there with another man?”

Vincent shook his head. “She’s not. She’s in there with a woman. Annabelle.”

“What?” He pressed his eye to the peephole again. Sabrina had moved on the bed and now lay on her side, her hand moving between another woman’s parted legs. He scowled. That couldn’t be Annabelle. 

Julian readjusted his position to get a better view. He heard a giggle, then saw a flash of light brown hair. A second later, Annabelle leaned forward and kissed Sabrina on the mouth. His mind reeled as he stared at the two women. 

His mouth went dry and he turned away from the wall. “Are they…”

“Screwing? Yes. And from the sound of it, they’re enjoying themselves.” Vincent pulled the flask from his pocket and opened it. “You look like you need another drink.”

Julian took the flask and drank down the rest of the liquor. How could his innocent Annabelle be naked? Frolicking with another woman? Dear God, she was his wife and he’d never seen her completely naked himself.

“How… how did this happen?” he croaked out.

“It seems your delicate, repressed wife has learned to release her pent-up desires… with a bit of help, of course.” Vincent grinned as Annabelle whimpered in delight. 

“But how? They’re women, and—”

“Take a look,” Vincent said. “You might learn something.”

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Order Midsummer Night’s Delights (Book 1 of the Naughty Nobles Trilogy) here:

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Midwinter Night’s Delights

About the Book:

Julian and Annabelle are back for another naughty ball!

The Marquis of Demby’s Midsummer Ball transformed Julian and Annabelle forever. No longer shy about satisfying their sexual urges, the young newlyweds give in to their wanton desires whenever—and wherever—the mood strikes. Anything goes in their open marriage, and they’re not ashamed to share their passions with others.

But everything changes when they are sent to Vincent and Sabrina’s estate to be disciplined. Before they can participate in the Midwinter Ball, they must learn self-control. Carnal punishments and sensual lessons are just a few of the erotic surprises awaiting them… before the ball even begins!

Bonus! This e-book includes a sneak peek at the third book in the Naughty Nobles Trilogy: ULTIMATE NIGHT’S DELIGHTS.

Order Midwinter Night’s Delights (Book 2 of the Naughty Nobles Trilogy) here:

I hope you’ll check them out. These erotic novellas are a great way to heat up a cold winter night! Look for Ultimate Night’s Delights coming later in February.

Be sure to follow my blog for the latest updates and visit me on social media.

Happy Reading, 

Kelli A. Wilkins


Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published more than 100 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels. 

Midsummer Night’s Delights and Midwinter Night’s Delights, the first two books in the Naughty Nobles trilogy of erotic historical/fantasy romances, were released in February 2017. 

Loving a Wild Stranger was published in January 2017. This historical/pioneer romance is set in the wilds of the Michigan Territory and blends tender romance with adventure.

Kelli's third Medallion Press romance, Lies, Love & Redemption was released in September 2016. This spicy historical western is set on the Nebraska prairie in 1877.

Her writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative non-fiction guide based on her years of experience as a writer. It’s filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

Kelli posts on her Facebook author page: and Twitter:

She also writes a weekly blog:

Visit her website, to learn more about all of her writings, read book excerpts, reviews, and more. Readers can sign up for her newsletter here:


Here are a few links to find Kelli & her writings on the web


Newsletter sign-up: