Tuesday, February 23, 2016



Vampire MC member Anton “Rogue” Balan, aka Blondy, has turned his back on the powerful Sons of Sangue, betraying the brotherhood he once considered his family. Or so his vampire brethren think. Changing his appearance, his persona, and signing up with rival gang, the Devils, Rogue has gone deep undercover to catch the La Paz Cartel’s kingpin. Having lost a woman he once thought he would spend eternity with, Rogue now feels he has nothing left to lose . . . that is until a temptation named Kimber James invades his dangerous world. 
Strait-laced Kimber has a problem and his name is Anton Balan. After an impulsive night of passion with him more than a year ago, the small-town librarian still has the hots for the sexy biker next door. She can’t deny her desire for Anton, even though she suspects he’s hiding a secret even darker than his affiliation with an outlaw MC. As for Rogue, no matter how much he tries to refuse the scorching need he has for Kimber—as much as his duty depends on it—he’s powerless to deny his rising feelings for her. And when a blindside by an enemy he once trusted puts Kimber’s life at risk, Rogue’s tarnished honor is put to the ultimate test. 


“Where you off to, Rogue? Use some company?”

Bobby happened to be the one Devil Anton could say he actually liked. He placed the cap on his head and buckled it beneath his chin. “Not today, Preacher. I’m going north for a few days. You tell Tank I’ll be back in about a week. If he needs me, he can call. I’ll be a day’s ride out.”
He scratched his whiskered chin. “I doubt he’ll be too happy to hear you left these boys on their own.”

“They aren’t fucking kindergartners. You tell them boys if they give me cause, I’ll give them a beat down when I return.”

“What do you want me to tell Tank?”

“I don’t give a fuck. For all I care, you can tell him I have a piece of ass I need to attend to.” Which brought one woman to the forefront of his mind.

Kimber James.

All legs and tits large enough to make a grown man’s mouth water.

He always had been a breast man, and Kimber certainly had more than her fare share. Pillows from heaven. Too bad she’d no doubt rather take on a pit of vipers than bed his sorry ass again.

He shook his head at the injustice.

Being Mr. Nice Guy had gotten him on the fast track to nowhere.

His former best friend hated him and had mated with the one woman Anton thought he could be happy spending the rest of his days with. Tamera Cantrell, though, wasn’t meant for Anton as much as he might’ve envisioned at one time. She belonged with Grayson “Gypsy” Gabor, no matter how much Anton had hoped otherwise.

Which brought him back to Kimber James.

The last time Anton had seen her, he had all but run her cute little derriere out of his house, while she cursed the ground beneath his feet. The motorcycle cut he wore over his white tank weighed heavy, damning him for the very thing she detested.

Her parting words mocked him. “Too bad. I really thought you might be one of the good guys.”

Yeah, well so did he. Anton turned the key to his motorcycle and gassed the engine. With a final nod to Bobby, he turned the big bike around in the parking lot and aimed it north. With any luck, he’d leave California behind in a few short hours and be back on familiar turf.

First stop? The Blood ‘n’ Rave. He could certainly use one of the blood donors the barkeep, Draven, had hand selected for the secret society that fed the Sons of Sangue. He’d have to use the back door to keep any of his fellow MC brothers from seeing him. Even though his entire life at the moment was a ruse, the rest of his brothers actually believed him to be a traitor.

Tightening his hands on the rubber grips of his sixteen inch ape hangers, he pulled back on the gas and buried the needle of his speedometer. The taller handlebars aided in a more comfortable ride for someone of his height. Comfort was certainly key with the long ride he had ahead of him. Anton planned to lay his head on his pillow at his farmhouse on the coast before the sun rose over the Pacific.


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A daydreamer at heart, suspense author, Patricia A. Rasey, resides in her native town in Northwest Ohio with her husband, Mark and her lovable Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Todd. She has two adult sons she is extremely proud of and are actively making their own paths in life. At the age of twenty-nine, her boys both tucked away in school all day, she decided to put her creative writing studies to use. A graduate of Long Ridge Writer's School, Patricia has seen publication of some her short stories in magazines as well as several of her novels.

Ms. Rasey is a three-time recipient of the Word Weaving Award for Literary Excellence and a three-time winner of the prestigious RIO Award Of Excellence. She is also a three-time EPPIE finalist and was a 2001 nominee for Romantic Times Magazine's Best Electronic Book. Additionally, Twilight Obsessions and Twilight Visions, two anthologies she was a part of, was nominated for the PEARL, the Paranormal Excellence Award in Romantic Literature, in the Best Anthology category. Her short story, In The Mind of Darkness won the P&E 2002 Horror short story category.

When not behind her computer, you can find Patricia working, reading, watching movies or MMA. She is currently a third degree Black Belt in American Freestyle Karate.

Ms. Rasey's work includes the novels...

-- Deadly Obsession (currently not available).
-- Kiss of Deceit.
-- Facade.
-- The Hour Before Dawn, sequel to the best-selling Deadly Obsession (currently not available).
-- Eyes Of Betrayal, sequel to the best-selling Kiss Of Deceit.
-- Love You to Pieces (not yet published).
-- Lawfully Yours, her first historical romance.
-- Eternally Yours, sequel to Lawfully yours.
-- Dark Savior.

...As well as the novellas and award winning short story...

-- Fear the Dark
-- Sanitarium
-- In the Mind of Darkness

You can write to Patricia at:
Patricia A. Rasey
P.O. Box 385
Napoleon, OH. 43545

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Christi Caldwell’s *** Rescued by a Lady’s Love *** Blog Bash

“Rescued By a Lady’s Love” 
Lords of Honor series Book 3 is available NOW!!



Destitute and determined to finally be free of any man’s shackles, Lily Benedict sets out to salvage her honor. With no choice but to commit a crime that will save her from her past, she enters the home of the recluse, Derek Winters, the new Duke of Blackthorne. But entering the "Beast of Blackthorne's" lair proves more threatening than she ever imagined.
With half a face and a mangled leg, Derek—once rugged and charming—only exists within the confines of his home.  Shunned by society, Derek is leery of the hauntingly beautiful Lily Benedict.  As time passes, she slips past his defenses, reminding him how to live again.  But when Lily's sordid past comes back, threatening her life, it's up to Derek to find the strength to become the hero he once was.  Can they overcome the darkness of their sins to find a life of love and redemption?

“I don’t give a bloody hell if it is the damn Queen of England for tea and biscuits, do not darken my door.”
She stared unblinking at the door. This was William’s brother? This foul-mouthed, mannerless brute? A more rational, sensible woman would be fearful of the beast who dwelled on the other side. However, she was long past fearing a snarling, petulant duke.
The butler, Harris, looked painfully at her, his expression conveying an absolute uncertainty of how to proceed. He tried once more with his employer. “I-it is about the g—”
“If you say it is about the girl, I’ll have you hung by your ballocks.”
Oh, that was really enough. Lily reached past the servant, and ignoring his shocked gasp, she pressed the handle. 
She furrowed her brow. Humph. Well, she’d not anticipated that. Lily tried again. 
“Harrison, if you jiggle my damn handle once more, I’ll myself remove your hand from you body.”
A small giggle cut into the end of the duke’s vile speech and Lily whipped her head to the right. A little girl in white skirts stood at the end of the hall. The widening of her cornflower blue eyes indicated shock at being discovered. Then the giggling imp ducked back behind the wall and disappeared. 
Lily gave her head a shake. What manner of place was this? Angry, shouting men. Giggling, unattended children...and those same unattended children giggling at the shouting, angry men?  
Poor Harri. The man appeared one more outburst from the duke away from casting up his mornings account. Alas, Lily should have learned long ago from her own experience that ordinary people were capable of extraordinary courage.


USA TODAY Bestselling author CHRISTI CALDWELL blames Judith McNaught’s “Whitney, My Love!” for luring her into the world of historical romance. While sitting in her graduate school apartment at the University of Connecticut, Christi decided to set aside her notes and pick up her laptop to try her hand at romance. She believes the most perfect heroes and heroines have imperfections, and she rather enjoys torturing them before crafting them a well-deserved happily ever after!

Christi makes her home in southern Connecticut where she spends her time writing her own enchanting historical romances, chasing around her feisty six-year-old son and caring for her twin princesses in training!

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Sunday, February 14, 2016

Cover Reveal: Rushing the Goal (Assassins Series Book 8) By Toni Aleo





Introduced in Toni Aleo’s Bellevue Bullies Series, it’s the Sinclair brothers’ big sister’s turn to find love in the next installment of the New York Times and USA Today best-selling series, the Assassins.

Lucy Sinclair was no stranger to pain.

She grew up with three younger brothers, met a bad boy, got pregnant by him, married him, and then suffered through a nasty divorce from him. Pain. That was pain. To top it off, she even had to go through the heartbreaking divorce of her parents. Through it all, she survived. All she cared about was making sure her daughter was happy and taken care of. Despite an ex-husband hell-bent on ruining her life, she fought to overcome. She’s gotten to the point that she’s okay with being just okay. She never cared about herself because she never had the time. It was Angie and only Angie she focused on, but that all changed when Benji Paxton offered to help her daughter on the ice.

Benji knew the moment he saw Lucy, he’d never be the same. Especially when she came with the bundle of crazy that was her daughter. His heart wasn’t ready for them. After years spent sobering up and finding who he was without the alcohol, he never forgot he was being punished for not appreciating the love he had when he was younger. Because of his past, he had gotten used to being alone, a recluse, but even he had to admit it was getting old. He was lonely. Hockey wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted a family; he wanted his true love.

And Lucy and Angie were just that.
They were just two lost souls.
Floating through life with no purpose.
But finding each other gave them direction, a chance at a future.

And had them both Rushing the Goal to be together.


** Due to the problems I have experienced with the Barnes + Noble Preorder system for my last two books, I will not be offering preorders with them for Rushing The Goal. I appreciate your understanding. -Toni

Friday, February 12, 2016

Xan’s Feisty Mate (Iron Wolves Book 2) By Elle Boon


Breezy has loved Xan Carmichael for years, but she’s tired of trying to get him to notice her. She’s suffered long enough and is ready to move on.

Xan didn’t want a mate, but when someone tries to harm the only woman who had called to him and his wolf, he’s ready to rip the world apart to keep her safe.

The past has a way of coming back and haunting your present, and Breezy has just become the focus of a deranged killer. Will Xan and the rest of the Iron Wolves be able to save her before whoever is out to end her life succeeds, or will the stubborn alpha claim her in time?
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Xan’s Feisty Mate
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Breezy couldn’t believe her ears. Xan was saying everything she’d ever wanted to hear. Could she believe him? What if he changed his mind? Wolves mated for life she reassured herself, except in her parent’s case, she didn’t know of any other wolves who separated. She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“You’re my mate, Xan.”
He bent and kissed her, a sweet so unlike Xan kiss, she felt tears well again. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it?” His thumbs brushed away her tears.
She smiled. “You really can be sweet.”
His hands reached for her ribs and began tickling. “Take it back. I am a big, bad ass motherfucker.”
His teasing was a surprise, endearing him to her even more. “You’re that, too. So, when does this debauchery begin?”
Her words had him going stone still. “We don’t need to do it now. I can wait a day or two.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I’ve waited twenty-seven years. I think I’ve wanted you since I knew what it meant to want a man. There’s no reason to wait, unless you’re not up for the task.” She looked pointedly down at his lap. The large erection evident. Thankfully she was a nurse and knew he would fit, even though he looked like he’d stuffed a third arm down his sweats.
“Woman, you truly are a bad girl. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.” He lifted them both in one motion from their seated position in the recliner, her arms went around his neck making him realize she trusted him with her safety.
“Hmm, I think I might be the lucky one.” She traced his lips with her tongue, making him stumble.
A swat on her ass had her yelping. “That’s one. I owe you nineteen more.”
The sting his slap caused didn’t hurt, but she tensed the entire walk to his room, until he kicked the door shut. “Xan, I’m not into spankings and stuff.” With her arms around his neck, her legs locked around his waist, she explained about her childhood, and the beatings she’d endured on a regular basis from her mother. By the time she finished, minutes had passed, and Xan maneuvered them onto the big bed.
“Oh, honey, your mother needs to be strung up by her fingers and have her eyes plucked out one by one. That’s just for starters. I’d like to…” She stopped his tirade with a kiss. His vehemence on her behalf was endearing, but she didn’t want anyone else in their bedroom.
“I only told you so you’d understand where I’m at. I don’t know if I can be what you want. If you want to stop before we start, I’ll understand.” It would kill her, especially if he chose, or when he chose another. She’d have to leave the pack, but that would be better than knowing she couldn’t be what he needed.
“Your mother has no place here with you and me. We will do only what feels good for the both of us. However, I will spank your ass if you put yourself in danger.” He growled.
She swallowed but nodded. “I’ll do the same to you.”
He laughed. “Good luck with that.”
He twisted their bodies so she lay under him. “Now, where were we?” As his head bent and his mouth covered hers, she forgot about everything except how much she wanted him.
One big hand skimmed up her side, slipping beneath her borrowed T-shirt. Her stomach muscles jumped under his touch. Her nipples beaded, begging for his attention, which he quickly gave as his nimble fingers found one hardened tip, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.
She pressed her pussy up against the thigh he’d inserted between her legs, and clutched at his back. “Don’t stop, oh god.”
He moved his thigh a little faster, pinched his fingers and kissed her at the same time. She cried out, coming on a scream, but feeling empty.
Breezy sucked in a deep breath, needing to feel him inside her. Her hands worked at the waistband of his sweats, but he stopped her. “Slow down.”
“Fuck that. I want you in me.”
He chuckled. “You’ll have me. I want you so damn much I hurt, but let’s make sure you’re ready.”
Xan lifted up and she stared at his face, amazed at the control he had. He straddled her legs, keeping her from moving and frustration ate at her. “What the hell?”
The diabolical man laughed. “Ssh. I’ll take care of you.” He whisked the shirt over her head, staring down at her breasts, then he bent and licked one then the other tip. “Fucking beautiful.” He pushed her breasts together and buried his face between them. “One day I’ll slide my dick between these, and fuck you here while you lick the tip till I come.”
She moaned. “You’re going to make me a nympho.”
“That’s my girl.” He continued to kiss and lick her in little nips, moving down her stomach.
Breezy watched his blond hair pause by her belly button, his tongue swirl around the little indent as his hands tucked into the leggings. “Lift up.”
She helped him shove her borrowed pants down and watched as they sailed over the side of the bed. His big hands lifted her legs, and spread her for his broad shoulders. Uncaring that the lights in the room were on and he could see every single imperfect ounce of her body, Breezy fell back on the bed, moaning at the first touch of his tongue on her.
He hummed, his hands holding her open while his lips, teeth and tongue brought her to another climax within minutes. Breezy wasn’t sure if it was normal to come so quickly, but she squeezed her eyes shut, clutched the bedding below her and bit her lip instead of screaming out his name.
“I want to hear you. Feel you when you come.” Xan grabbed her hand and put it in his hair.
His eyes glowed up at her almost feral in their expression.
He used the flat of his tongue, becoming more aggressive. She stroked her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky texture, sure she couldn’t come again, when he pushed a finger inside her.
She closed her eyes, the feel of the thick digit working in and out new, yet an added pleasure. Her thighs gripped him, and she pushed up against his face. Another finger entered her, his speed increased, and then he was licking and sucking her clit with more vigor. He wiggled his tongue, the raspy texture and rougher caress drove her mindlessly closer to a third climax. She panted, and cried out his name, one hand fisting in his hair, the other digging into his shoulder.
“Oh, yes. Xan, right there. Harder.”
Xan eased out from between her legs, licking his fingers. “You taste delicious. I think I will make a meal of you morning, noon and night.”
“We will never get anything done, and we have jobs to do.” She reminded him.
“Fine, then breakfast and dinner.” He kissed her stomach, then stood and tossed his pants to the side.
He surprised her when he crawled on top of her, holding his weight off of her with his strength. “You realize once we do this you’re mine forever. Actually, you’re already mine, so there is no going back. I’m going to mark you and hope like fuck you plan to mark me.”
Breezy looked up at him. “I’m going to mark you so big nobody will be able to miss it, Xander Fucking Carmichael.”
He laughed. “Does that make you Breezy Fucking Carmichael?”
“I’ll get that tattooed on my ass for you.”

About Elle Boon

Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.
She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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Other Books by Elle Boon

Erotic Ménage
Ravens of War
Selena’s Men
Two For Tamara
Jaklyn’s Saviors
Kira’s Warriors
Akra’s Demons, Coming Soon

Shifters Romance
Mystic Wolves
Accidentally Wolf
His Perfect Wolf
Jett’s Wild Wolf

Paranormal Romance
Berserker’s Rage
A SmokeJumpers Christmas
Mind Bender, Coming Soon

MC Shifters Erotic
Iron Wolves MC
Lyric’s Accidental Mate
Xan’s Feisty, February 9, 2016

Contemporary Romance
Miami Nights
Miami Inferno
Miami Blaze, Coming Summer 2016
Phantom Force
Delta Salvation, Coming March/April