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Saturday, January 17, 2015

#BookBlast A Different Kind of Cosplay by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985

Blurb:

Zachary has a dilemma. His girlfriend, Reese, has a special birthday coming up soon and he has absolutely no clue what to get for her. It doesn’t help that Zach does not share or really understand Reese’s biggest hobby—comic books, superheroes and everything that goes with them. Zach raids Reese’s DVD collection for inspiration, and what he finds there gives him an idea…possibly the best one he’s ever had.

Sure, Reese has fantasized about her favorite superheroes. All those muscles and rakish smiles are to die for. She didn’t think Zach would ever really understand, though. But he proves her wrong in the best way possible.

Excerpt:
Zachary sighed at the calendar entry in his phone, which was reminding him for the third time about Reese’s upcoming birthday. And it wasn’t just any birthday—she was going to be thirty.

There were perks to dating a doctor—the uniform was pretty hot, for example—but when that doctor had no particular fondness for jewelry, flowers or chocolates, buying her presents was nigh-on impossible. And because of her work schedule, a surprise weekend away was out of the question. He’d long since learned to always keep the receipts.

Most people get their partners something to do with their hobbies or interests. However, Reese was even awkward in that regard. Her main hobby was so complex that Zach didn’t have the first idea what to get her to do with it—Reese was an uber-geek. Films, graphic novels, collectibles, all that jazz.

Obviously he could just ask what she wanted, then go out and get it, but then it wouldn’t be a surprise. And it was too easy—he wanted her to know he’d really made the effort.

Snoozing the calendar reminder once more, Zach threw the phone onto the sofa, then walked over and started rooting through their combined film collection for something to watch after dinner, which was almost ready. Reese was on-shift at the hospital until silly o’clock, so he had the house to himself and could watch whatever he liked. An action movie it was, then.

Running his fingers along the spines of the DVDs and Blu-rays, he suddenly paused. The Avengers leaped out at him, for some reason. He’d seen snippets of it before, as Reese watched it pretty frequently. The parts he’d seen hadn’t looked too bad, actually. It was essentially an action film, he decided, but with superheroes in it.

He pulled the case off the shelf, an idea beginning to form. Maybe if he watched it beginning to end, he’d seen what drew Reese into that world so much, why she was so fascinated by the films, the graphic novels and so on. Even if he didn’t get it, though, maybe it would still give him some inspiration for a gift. He had nothing better to do that evening, in any case, so it was certainly worth a try.

After putting the disc in the player, he headed into the kitchen to see how his dinner was coming along. A meal in front of the television was the order of the day, it seemed.

A few minutes later, he settled onto the sofa with his lasagna and garlic bread, a bottle of beer on the table next to him. Time for some Avengers action.

Within half an hour, he’d ascertained that the film wasn’t just for geeks. In fact it was easy to see why it had such a wide appeal—the cast was supremely attractive, whatever gender you were into, the plot was interesting and the dialogue seriously witty. He’d already developed quite the crush on the Black Widow, and Nick Fury’s right-hand woman had a lovely pert backside.

Trying to put himself in Reese’s shoes, Zach looked at the male characters. Okay, when it came to this film, straight women clearly had more eye-candy than they knew what to do with. He vaguely remembered a bunch of crazy stuff going around on the Internet about Loki—even the villain of the piece had sex appeal, for heaven’s sake! So much so that it had spilled over into even Zach’s limited social media presence. He barely used Facebook, and he’d never gotten the hang of Twitter. And yet he knew about the rabid fangirls. That was another score for The Avengers, then—truly mass-market appeal. If only there were mass-market gift-buying options.

Sighing, he tried to empty his mind and concentrate on the film. The more he tried to force an idea to present itself, the less likely it would be to happen. He’d just enjoy the entertainment and keep his fingers crossed that his subconscious provided something useful.

Once he’d made the decision, it wasn’t difficult to get sucked back into the narrative. It was engaging, easy-going and fun. Zach surprised himself by thoroughly enjoying the entire thing. Reese would be pleased when the next film came out at the cinema and he offered to go along with her.

He’d keep his new found admiration quiet for now, though. He didn’t want to arouse her suspicions, although she was bound to know he was planning something for her milestone birthday.

The question remained—what the hell could he do or buy to blow her away?

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

#Interview with @RobynBachar for Sunsinger



Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires, and gratuitous violence against the kitchen sink. Her paranormal romance Bad Witch series, historical paranormal romance series Bad Witch: The Emily Chronicles, and spicy space opera romance trilogy Cy’ren Rising are available from Samhain Publishing. Her books have finaled in PRISM Contest for Published Authors, the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards.

As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.




What is your story's heat level? How do you approach the sex scenes?
Sunsinger is a ménage, so I suppose that makes it spicy. ;-) I approach sex scenes like any other scene in a romance, because it’s important to me to ensure that each scene impacts the development of the characters’ relationship.

How do you maintain activity as a writer when sitting at a desk all day?
I can’t afford to sit at a desk all day—literally, because I don’t make enough from my writing to write full time. I have a day job that keeps me pretty active, because it involves a lot of running around and moving boxes. I also have a puppy who needs at least one long walk a day, if not more. If she doesn’t get a walk, she starts chewing on the furniture.

What is it that you loved about the main characters in your story?
Malcolm is my favorite character in the series, and he knows it. I LOVED writing him. He’s such a sweetheart—an absentminded, soft-hearted computer hacker. He’s a perfect match for Andee and Galen.

What do you feel is your strongest type of writing? Humor? Angst? Confrontation scenes? Action? Sex? Sensuality? Sweet Romance? And why?
Action! I love including fight scenes and epic battles. Sunsinger has a lot of fun space opera action in it.

Are you social media savvy? If so what do you suggest for others? If not, why not?
I am addicted to Twitter. I recommended that authors use social media to interact with their readers. Don’t spam announcements about your book every 10 minutes—no one wants that. We want to hear about what you’re working on, what you’re reading, and see pictures of your pets.

What are some things from your life or things you have observed that you've infused into your stories?
My snark. My inner commentary is always entertaining. I love putting a good zinger into my writing, especially when a protagonist gets to insult the bad guys.

If you had an unlimited budget, where would you like to visit for story-related research?
Ireland! I promised my mother that I would take her to Ireland one day, but I haven’t had the funds to make good on that promise yet.

Any fun facts about the research for your book?
Research, no, but I did name five characters after players on the Chicago Blackhawks hockey team.

Finally, tell us a little about your newest release!
Sunsinger is the final book in the Cy’ren Rising trilogy. It’s an erotic space opera romance with a f/m/m ménage. It’s a ton of fun, and has appearances by the characters from Nightfall and Morningstar. I loved writing it, and I hope readers enjoy it! :-)

Excerpt:

“Greetings, Lord Degalen. I trust you are calling for instructions on how to return my property.” The vid screen remained dark—apparently Archivist de la Cruz didn’t trust anyone with his image.

“Malcolm is not property. He is a free citizen of Cyprena.”

“According to the latest reports, Cyprena is no longer a free world. Lord Bildanen has returned your planet to the Syndicate, under his rule as High Lord.”

Galen scowled, imagining wringing Bildanen’s traitorous neck. “Lord Bildanen’s rule is not recognized by my house. But I did not contact you to discuss Cy’ren politics.”

Chuckling crackled over the speakers. “No, you called to bargain for keeping Malcolm yourself. I understand that both you and Lady Andelynn are fond of young Malcolm. He is quite…entertaining, but he is not for sale. Malcolm is too valuable for me to part with.”

A growl rumbled from Galen’s chest, but he bit his temper back. Of course Andee was fond of Malcolm. Everyone was fond of him—he was shy but endearing, and tempting in ways that a Cy’ren lord should certainly not think about.

“I require Malcolm’s aid, and he requires access to the Collective in order to provide that aid. What will it take to restore his access?”

“Return him to me, and I will restore his access.”

“Unacceptable.”

“Malcolm is my property. That is non-negotiable. I could be persuaded to lease him to you, for, say, six standard months,” the archivist proposed. “That should be long enough for you to conduct your business, but after that I will collect my property.”
Robyn will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Monday, November 10, 2014

#BookBlast: The Bannockburn Spell by @Nancyadams_A



I am a full-blooded Canadian, right down to the maple syrup running through my veins. I enjoy watching hockey, but despise skating...and the cold.  I enjoy a good helping of Tourtiere with a side of Poutine as must as the next person, yet I am only bilingual when it comes to swear words.  I am proud to say I survived my token shot of Newfie Screech, although I did refuse to kiss the Cod - that is never going to happen - and I openly admit, that I fell in love with the Rocky Mountains the first time I saw them.

I have many occupations written down in my passport, mom, wife, author...zookeeper!  However, I have to say that writing is by far the easiest part of my day.

I have three small -but legal- addictions: bed lines, lavender, and books.  All of which, are replenished on a regular basis.  Reading into the wee hours of the morning, is one of many bad habits, next to spontaneously rearranging furniture and randomly painting rooms in my house.

Author Contact links:

Blurb:

With the help of a bet, an eight-hundred-year-old marriage contract, and a spell, ex-SBS soldier Will might just have enough in his arsenal to capture Meghan’s heart.

Since arriving in Little Glen, Scotland, Meghan Kennedy’s life has got decidedly more interesting. She enters into a bet with hunky ex-SBS soldier, William MacKenzie, discovers an ancient marriage contract and to top it all off, she learns that she had a spell cast on her…eight hundred years before she was even born. None of it matters, because she refuses to make the same mistake twice. Will’s hard body and sexy grin don’t matter, his beautiful hypnotic eyes don’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that every time they kiss her body calls out for his, as though denied of his touch for hundreds of years.

Ex-SBS soldier William MacKenzie is disciplined, trained to be an efficient soldier and he takes the same approach with his life as he does his business. Then Meghan arrives, with her fiery temper and hair to match, all he can think about is Meghan. Her feisty temper bemuses him, her beauty astounds him and her stubbornness annoys the hell out of him. Lucky for him, he doesn’t know how to quit, he can be just as stubborn and occasionally ruthless, and he will use any means necessary to get her. Of course the ‘means’ at his disposal just happen to be a bet, a marriage contract and an ancient spell, but if in the end Meghan belongs to him, who is he to argue?

Excerpt:
Meghan began to get dizzy looking back and forth between the four men. She put up her hands and said quite firmly, “I have both my father and Duncan’s eye colour, and I look more like my mum, but my temperament and apparently my hair…are from my grandmother, or so I’ve been told.” With that said she batted her eyelashes at them innocently.
           
Hamish and Stewart began to laugh as Ray chuckled. “That you do, lass. And do you know you would be my granddaughter, if old Duncan here hadn’t come along and stolen Ruth from me?”
           
She had never heard that before. Turning, she looked to Duncan for the truth, but all she saw was murder in his green eyes.
           
Meghan eyed Ray. She had met her grandmother Ruth only once, but it was so long ago the memory had faded. But she did know her grandmother had been a beautiful and spirited woman, so she had a hard time believing that this stocky little man had almost stolen her away from Duncan.
           
“Good thing for me you’re not.” She playfully waved her hand and chuckled the rest of her insult. “I’m not a big fan of heels.”
           
“Meghan!” Duncan scolded.
           
Will coughed trying to hide his laugh. Okay so maybe she shouldn’t have insulted him but she didn’t like what the little twerp had said.
           
She raised her hands. “That’s not what it sounded like…I meant…” She looked at the men standing in front of her and groaned inwardly. Ah crap!
           
“Look, it’s just that we Kennedy women like our men tall, dark, handsome, with a”—she struggled for the right word—“commanding presence. Short and sweet just isn’t our thing. But you seem funny. Funny’s good too.” She noticed that Duncan was still scowling. “What? I apologised.” This time Will laughed outright.
           
“Oh for God’s sake!” She was just about to give Ray a proper apology when Hamish cut her off.
           
“Tall, dark, handsome, with a commanding presence, eh? Does that sound like someone we know?” Hamish gave his friends a nod.
           
What was he talking about? All four men shifted their gaze behind her. She froze. “What? No, no. That’s not what…”
           
“He is tall,” Ray confirmed.
           
“And he does have dark hair,” Stewart pointed out.
           
Meghan gaped, looking back and forth between the men, her heart starting to race.
           
“Hold it!” she said loud enough to get their attention. “You misunderstood what I…”
           
“No, we didn’t,” Ray beamed.
           
What was wrong with her? She had described her perfect man with him standing right behind her. But was that enough? Nooooo, she just had to say it out loud and in front of three complete strangers and Duncan.
             
“How about you, Will? Do you know anyone who fits that description?” Stewart asked.
           
“Yes, surprisingly I do.”

Nancy will be awarding $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC plus an ecopy of The Bannockburn Spell to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.