Friday, February 23, 2018

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from Finding Fulfillment by Lynn Burke #BDSM #Erotic #Novella

Today's excerpt is from Finding Fulfillment by Lynn Burke.
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I jerked off after my late lunch, thinking I’d be more relaxed and in control once Jade arrived for my…little test. No such damn luck. Nancy rang to let me know Jade had arrived and I instantly went hard. I wanted to tell Nancy to just send her on in, but the gentleman in me wouldn’t allow such an action, hard-on or not.

Standing, I buttoned my suit coat to hide the bulge in my pants and headed for the office door. When I pulled it open, our gazes collided and my attention slid down her neck to where her pulse thrummed. Satisfaction coursed through me.

“Jade,” I smiled, knowing the lust simmering inside of me shone in my eyes. “Come on in.” I stepped back, gesturing her past me and breathing in the scent of snickerdoodles. My hand moved without thought to rest on her lower back as she walked into my office. Her breath caught, and a quick glance up into my face had me jerking my hand away.

Fuck. Can’t touch.

I cleared my throat and shut the door behind her. “You look amazing.”

Pink tinged her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Why don’t you have a seat on the couch today?” I motioned toward the loveseat beneath my office’s lone window with its upward slanting blinds for privacy.

I sat in my office chair but swiveled to my right to face her.

Jade perched on the couch’s edge, knees together and hands folded on her lap.

I took my time drinking in the sight of her—barely there makeup, hair caressing her shoulders, naked lips, and that dress.

Goddamn, she’d never looked better. The color of her name, the dress wrapped snug around her, the cleavage of her pert breasts barely concealed by the deep V-neck. Stiff nipples, bare legs, and strappy tan heels…and if she followed my thoughts for our meeting, no panties.

My cock strained, hands shook.

Get a grip, man. You’re thirty-five years old, for Christ’s sake, not some teenage jerkoff who can’t control his shit.

“How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?” I murmured, tearing my attention from the darkness between her legs.

Her blush deepened as she shrugged.

I forced myself to settle in my chair. “Sit back, darling. Relax.”

She eased backward into the couch, but tension hitched her shoulders high.

I wanted the test I had in mind to reveal what I hoped it would, but being strung tight would hinder her response to me. “How was your week?”

“Long and boring, same as last week.” She sucked in her lower lip and released it, sending another jolt of lust straight to my cock. “I’ll admit, my nervousness over today probably made it worse.”

“What are you nervous about?”

“The meaning of your note. Your plan.” Her voice escaped as a whisper, and she swallowed. “Wondering if you’ll finally touch me beyond a mere brush of fingers.”

My hand flexed at the thought as my heart picked up pace. “More than anything, I want that exact thing.”

We stared at each other for a few long seconds, the sexual tension thick between us.

I needed to wait until Nancy left. “All in good time,” I finally said, needing to clear my throat. “For now, talk to me. Tell me about your hobbies. What you like to do for fun.”

Jade heaved a deep breath, her breasts rising and drawing my focus downward. Pebbled and begging for my teeth, her nipples pressed tight against the green material covering them.

“Talk to me, Jade,” I encouraged, returning my gaze to her face with a slight smirk which she returned.
A half hour flew by as we chatted, and the inner office ring of my phone startled me. I picked up. “Yes, Nancy?”

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to head out early for the day.”

“That’s fine. I’ll finish up with Miss Matthews here in a few minutes. Would you mind locking the front door on your way out?” I asked as always whenever she left before me.

She agreed and I hung up, turning back to Jade. Her brow furrowed, she played with the ties of her wrap dress.

“Jade.” She glanced up. “Close your eyes for me.”

She obeyed without hesitation, her brow smoothing, and my chest swelled with the trust she showed me.

“I’m going to tell you a story, and I want you to imagine it in your mind. Can you do that for me?”

Her plump lower lip disappeared inside her mouth again as she nodded.

The sound of the front door closing filtered through the blood rushing between my ears.

Time to play.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Press Release: Roane Publishing signs four authors for their upcoming ONE SULTRY DAY anthology! #Romance

Roane Publishing is pleased to announce an upcoming sweet romance anthology, ONE SULTRY DAY, slated for an August release. More information regarding the release of this anthology will be made available shortly. In the meantime, please join us in welcoming three returning authors and one new Roane family member - and their ONE SULTRY DAY stories:

Deryn Pittar - Escorts for Hire
T.E. Hodden - Ghosts of Lost Summers
Sharon Hughson - Love Unexpected
Lily Carlyle - Second Chance Summer

If you are a book blogger or reviewer interested in participating in the marketing events surrounding the release of ONE SULTRY DAY, please take a moment to join our Blogger Reviewer team by visiting our website and completing the interest form.

~The Roane Publishing Team

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Guest Post: Meet Bobbie Crawford, the Founder & Owner of Nurture Your BOOKS™! @NurtureYourBook

Meet Bobbie Crawford, the Founder & Owner of 
Nurture Your BOOKS™!

Thank you for the opportunity to guest post on your blog. I’m delighted to be here today.

Someone asked my a very pointed question about what makes us different from all the others. To answer their question, I’d have to give some background on Nurture Your BOOKS™, and where it all began. More than 7 years ago, I noticed, through my book blogging hobby, that there were countless indie and self-published authors who needed help with services and promotion that would have normally been provided through a traditional publisher. I had always been very professional, maintained very high standards for any work I did; when I was asked by several authors if they could hire me, it seemed like a natural next step, to give serious thought to starting an author and book promotion Company. It took some time to find the right name and we played with a few different ideas over the first year or so, before settling on Nurture Your BOOKS™. With the new branding came exciting changes and a business plan that would keep us flexible and viable in an ever-changing literary landscape.

Now that the history lesson is over, we are different from all the others in many ways, not the least of which is the ethical standard that prevents us from promoting an author’s work if it doesn’t meet industry and our own, promotional standards. In short, we won’t take your money for promotion (unlike 95% of service providers out there), unless your book is at its best. If a book isn’t at its best, ie: poor book cover design, a manuscript that needs professional edits, etc., we can help you get it to where it needs to be, or we can point you in the right direction. Once the book meets standards, we are ready and able promote and market it.

If you’re interested, I’d invite you to read a few of our client testimonies and visit our website to learn more.

An avid fan of reading, collecting old books and painting watercolors when the mood strikes, Bobbie Crawford is the Founder & Owner of Nurture Your BOOKS™ and she works on a little bit of everything, focusing primarily on the one-on-one with clients as a Book Publicist and Virtual Book Tour Coordinator.

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Friday, February 16, 2018

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from Battle for Love by Valerie Bowes #Historical #Romance

Today's excerpt is from Battle for Love by Valerie Bowes.
We hope you enjoy today's tease!


Normally a place of bustle, full of horses and ostlers and boys who darted about on errands, the yard was eerily quiet. She could see lantern-light shining through a stall door where the grooms had taken refuge from the chill in one of the stables, and hear the muffled shouts as they indulged in a game of cards, but no-one came out to challenge her as she took a few deep breaths of the cold air.
A spatter of raindrops brought goose-bumps to her arms, and she turned to go back indoors. Before she could reach the doorway, there was a flicker of movement on the dark stair, and Boult stepped out in front of her.
“It is only I, Miss Worth,” he said, seeing her start at his abrupt appearance. She could see his satirical smile in the faint light that filtered down from the windows above,  and the suspicion struck her that he had seen her leave the room and followed her.
“The attractions of the inn-yard would appear to have visited us both at the same time,” he added smoothly, and she was sure of it. Perhaps he thought she had done it deliberately, to entice him? The idea brought the hot blood of anger rushing to her cheeks.
 “Indeed, I was so heated that I felt the need of some coolness, but it is far too chilly to remain out here,” she said. “Please to let me pass, sir. I wish to go upstairs again.”
He stood back, but the doorway was narrow and she had no intention of squeezing past so close to him. The memory of what had happened the last time stirred in her stomach. The hard maleness of him brought thoughts to her mind that she was ashamed of. She stood still and directed a pointed stare that held no more warmth than the yard behind her.
“I most humbly beg your pardon.” He moved aside, but she could hear the laugh in his voice and her temper rose. With her nose in the air, she marched past him but, as she set her foot on the first stair, he stayed her with a hand on her arm.
“I have to admit to a certain subterfuge, Miss Worth. You are quite right. I did come in search of you. You see, the second waltz is yet to come and I was hoping that you would reconsider my request and grant it to me. I assure you that, unlike your previous partner, I’m accounted a dancer of some accomplishment.”
Thoughts tumbled through her head. Why shouldn’t I? It will show everyone I’m not an old maid yet. Anyway, what harm could he do, in a room full of people? It’s only one dance, and he’s easily the most good-looking man in the room. He said I have kissable lips. And Will is not here.
“Very well, Mr Boult,” she said.
She came face to face with Will Carlton the moment she walked through the door into the bright ballroom.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Cover Reveal: MUST HAVE FAITH by Deborah Garland #Romance

Must Have Faith
A Darling Cove Novel
by Deborah Garland
Release Date: June 4, 2018
Publisher: Roane Publishing

Keywords: Contemporary Romance, Novel, Series, Small Town, Family Drama, Runaway Bride, Reunion, Second Chance, Police, London

It’s easy to think the jilted groom is probably a jerk. But what if he’s not? What if he’s the good guy?

Faith Copeland has moved back home to the North Fork, where she has to live with stares and whispers behind her back. In Darling Cove, she’ll only ever be Greg Mallory’s runaway bride.

Darling Cove Police Officer, Gregory Mallory has been living with the scars and shame of being left at the altar. Since Faith took off, he’s not wanted to settle down, putting the Mallory name in jeopardy.

When his runaway bride returns, Greg’s tough fa├žade begins to wear away.

Can Greg and Faith deny the attraction still burning inside them after so long? Will they survive this time around if it doesn’t work out?


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Friday, February 9, 2018

#FREEBIE #FRIDAY Excerpt from A Symphony of Heartstrings by T.E. Hodden #PNR

Today's excerpt is from A Symphony of Heart Strings by T.E. Hodden.
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My next stop is University College. I make my way down into their science labs and find the student pigeon holes. There are two girls taking classes here who have been stubbornly refusing my best efforts to have their paths cross for over a week. They brushed past each other at three different Rag Week events, finding a thousand different distractions when their eyes only had to meet for a moment.
Today however, I feel lucky.
I take the results from their latest tests from their pigeon holes and swap them over. Then I take some DVDs of “Little Shop of Mysteries” from my pocket and leave them in the two piles of internal mail
Both Ceri—nineteen, pansexual, and Muslim—and Bennytwenty-two, cute as a button, and eternally cheeky—loved the show as kids. I tuck cards in the slip cases of the DVDs inviting them to consider the college's Retro Culture Group that meets on Tuesdays in a local pub to discuss such important topics as cartoons, science fiction, and collectibles. If the girls don't track each other down to hand over the exam results, they can meet at the pub.
I duck out of view and lurk at the bottom of some stairs.
The girls arrive at the pigeon holes at the same time as they do every day. They nod politely, same as always, without noticing each other. Today, though, they pause. Ceri is the first to give a polite laugh. She turns the DVD over in her hands with a nostalgic grin.
Benny catches her eye and hands her the results envelope. They exchange letters and a few words. They get chatting about the DVD. Both have enthusiastic smiles on their lips. Benny does not notice that she is playing with her hair more. Ceri is stumbling over her words.
Their eyes meet, and there is a bolt of lightning between them. They shake hands, and there is a cautious enquiry if one might like to have a coffee with the other? They make a tentative agreement.
I leave them to sort it out amongst themselves. It is not a set thing, but I can come back in a few days if they need a bit of a nudge in the right direction. I don't linger to see how they get on. I have a busy afternoon ahead of me.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

#GuestPost When Research for a Story turns Questionable by Melissa Crispin #WritersLife


When Research for a Story turns Questionable
by Melissa J. Crispin

A fun fact about me: I love the idea of putting a spin on fairy tales and legends.

To prove this, I have written a Beauty and the Beast retelling called The Crimson Curse that was released with Roane Publishing last year. My twist on the classic story was to make Beast a woman.

Just the other day, I began a new tale that will be a Robin Hood retelling. Without giving too much away, I will divulge that one of the characters is going to die a suspicious death. I wanted to make sure that whatever I wrote into the story would be believable, and so I turned to Google and began searching for information. Some of my searches were mundane. They were related to things like…

-          Drinkware and attire in medieval times
-          Common Old English phrases
-          Daily life of noble men in the middle ages

These helped to shape the era in my mind and gather various traits and physical descriptions for characters. But then, my later searches morphed into topics of a more questionable nature. Those touched on subjects such as…

-          Poisonous plants
-          Followed by several searches of… [poisonous plant name] overview, symptoms, effects, etc
-          Tasteless, colorless, odorless lethal poisons

It occurred to me that my recent browsing history could potentially be unsettling to someone who didn’t know me. Also, in the event that someone died from food poisoning in my area, I’d be a prime suspect! I could just imagine myself trying to explain to authorities that all of my research was only for a story.

I’m sure that other writers have found themselves researching strange, unusual, and at times, morbid themes for the sake of a compelling story. Have you ever searched for information and hoped no one ever found out about it?


Melissa J. Crispin lives in Connecticut with her husband, two kids, and an adorable Siberian Husky. She spends her days in the corporate world, and pursues her passion for writing in the late nights and early mornings.

From micro-fiction to novels, Melissa loves to write stories in varying lengths. But, no matter the story, it's almost always about the romance.