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My Interview with Peri Elizabeth Scott

Published May 19, 2018 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Another super Evernight author is about to be introduced to you. 🙂 Please make welcome Peri Elizabeth Scott.

  1. What first drew you to writing?

I feel like I’ve written forever and it came out of never being able to tell a simple story or answer a question without flourishes. My family called me their story teller and I suppose it went from there.

2. How long have you been writing?

I wrote my first novel, The Time, in 2009, a post-apocalyptic/dystopian set in Manitoba, Canada, and without a hint of romance. I had no idea where to submit it and finally self-pubbed in 2012. I keep getting emails from people who would like to see me write a screen play. Now, that’s very kind but overwhelming.

3. Have you always written in the romance genre, or did it take you a while to find your niche?

My second novel came about when I read an erotic romance, a free read when I purchased an ereader. I thought I could write something similar and did, under another author name. To my surprise, my submission was accepted and I haven’t looked back. I self-pub and write for three publishers.

  1. How would you describe your writing style?

There’s always lots of the human condition in my work, particularly angst. Gaining your HEA is worth the long, hard slog. I sometimes build in some suspense and enjoy that ride, too.

5. Who are your favorite romance authors? Favorite authors in other genres?

There isn’t room to list all the romance authors I follow, and I add more every day. I can cite Joey W. Hill as being right up there, along with Cherise Sinclair and Rosalind James. As for other genres, I read a ton of zombie books and enjoyed Adrienne Lecter and Bobby Adair. Science fiction: Eric Thomson (Siobhan Dunmoore), and mystery/fiction: the incomparable John Sandford, Thomas Perry and Lee Child.

6. What are the primary influences on your writing?

My career of working with abuse victims primarily impacted my writing. I’ve dealt with most of my vicarious trauma by writing informed consent no matter the relationship and lean now toward contemporary or sci fi romance. My heroines have a feisty side and my alpha males are capable of humility and making amends.

  1. Major milestones in your writing journey so far?

Next month I intend to amalgamate my author names with a new website, FB page etc. and celebrate with an indie release of another post apoc, this one with plenty of romance!

  1. What are some of your writing tips and tricks? What triggers your story? Do you keep a notepad handy? How do you find time to write?

Anything can trigger a story. Overhearing a conversation by strangers in the grocery store, something I see on the drive home, a dream. I make notes in my phone, having learned a long time ago I won’t remember when I get home. 🙂

I don’t have enough time to write, but I carve out minutes whenever I can. It’s wonderful to lock the door and sit down and let my mind loose and my fingers fly on occasion when no one is around and making demands.

9. What are some of the most important things you have learned as an author that you weren’t aware of when you started writing?

I learned immediately about POVs. No head hopping! I’ve always been a “show not tell” kind of person but I told far too much in the beginning. Most importantly is the marketing and social networking that I still don’t truly understand and don’t try hard enough to master. I write primarily for me and am eternally grateful when someone else reads my work and enjoys it.

10. What is the most important thing you’ve learned, either in writing or publishing, or both?

 Fight the urge to become defensive and despondent when you feel constructively criticized or challenged about your work. Consider the advice and input once you calm down. In the end it’s about your voice, your words and your book, but there are people out there who can make you better. The cruel ones, those who hide behind their computer screen and spew misery can destroy all the kind reaction, so it’s best not to read them!

  1. Any wise words to everyone out there?

Wise? How about my opinion? If you want to write, write. Anyone can publish a book. However, seek support, join author groups, find beta readers and above all, a good editor to put out the best product you possibly can. Expect to market your baby.  And don’t expect to get rich, lol.

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Blurb: Feeling trapped into marriage, Beckett Kilmer doesn’t hide his disdain for his young wife, although he certainly wants her physically.

Grace didn’t deliberately trap the man she loves, but ignorance is no defense, neither in a court of law nor the law according to Beckett.

When she loses their baby, he is kind and supportive but remains distant. Grace despairs, also trapped—but by the skeins of love that bind her.

Mysteriously finding herself capable of resisting him, she plans to assert her independence when Beckett comes to his senses, recognizing his reprehensible behavior. He strives to make amends and convince Grace to reconsider.

Still determined to leave, she then finds out she is pregnant again and Beckett redoubles his efforts to repair their relationship. Can Grace find it within herself to forgive and trust him again?

1. Lovely cover! What inspired you to write your contemporary romance, Nothing in My Heart? Have you always been interested in this genre? If not, what piqued your interest enough to write this novel?

I’ve always been intrigued with arranged marriages, specifically those in historical romances. I wondered what it would be like to write something similar in a contemporary style. I could ‘see’ a vulnerable young woman swept off her feet by a good-looking charmer who needs to grow up and grab a pair. And who better to teach him than the vulnerable young woman as she learns to stand on her own two feet and have a relationship that enhances her life and doesn’t replace it?

2. How long did it take to write?

Approximately six months, given that I had many interruptions.

3. What was the greatest challenge when you wrote this novel?

I didn’t want the heroine to forgive the hero too readily and I know there will be some who believe I might have! There are times when an HEA stings a little, lol.

  1. What are you working on right now?

I have a short read coming out shortly after this book, one that is all about a black pickup truck. No spoilers. And I was successful in a submission to a teen antho call, something I had no idea I could pull off. It’s very different and was amazing to write. And that’s it for now. I edit for three authors and they have recently become very prolific and require my dedicated time.

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Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. She closed her part-time private practice as a social worker and child play therapist and pretends to work well with her husband in their seasonal business.

Writing for years, along with her alter ego and three coauthors, she has published over 50 novels and reads most everything she can lay her hands on.

http://www.perielizabethscott.com

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Excerpt for Nothing in My Heart:

Beckett’s big form blanketed her far smaller one as he increased his thrusts, driving her toward that cliff of mindless insensibility her orgasms always conferred. He braced his weight on his forearms, head tucked into her throat, lips tight against the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder.

He’d slipped into bed, naked and urgently erect, stripping off her nightgown with a muttered imprecation before bestowing a hard kiss that caused her to open to him, his mastery of her senses chasing away the last vestiges of sleep.

Her body instantly responded, the flush of arousal dampening her core, nipples tightening with desire as his big hands cupped and molded her breasts. There was no need for additional foreplay although he tested her readiness with a finger before settling between her thighs and entering her.

It was a vastly familiar, nightly routine, one she desperately anticipated—to her shame—and their coupling tonight should have culminated the same way. With a climax, the sensation giving her the connection she craved, however fleeting, because that was all Beckett would give her.

Purchase links for Nothing in My Heart:

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/nothing-in-my-heart-by-peri-elizabeth-scott/

https://www.amazon.com//dp/B07D4KPLM8

https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/nothing-in-my-heart

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/nothing-in-my-heart-peri-elizabeth-scott/1128717845?ean=2940155258322

http://www.bookstrand.com/nothing-in-my-heart-mf

Thank you for coming today, Peri. Your book looks and sounds fabulous and I have enjoyed getting to know you as an author. 🙂

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Spotlight on LM Spangler!!!

Published May 9, 2018 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Today it is my pleasure to place a spotlight on fellow Evernight Author, LM Spangler, with her new contemporary release, My Ex-Partner’s Ex-Wife.

But be warned…This novel is classified as Sensual/Erotic.

Blurb:

She’s smoking hot…and his ex-partner’s ex-wife.

Ridley Asher found herself unemployed.
Jack Sterling needed an administrative assistant.
No brainer, right?
Ridley became Sterling Motor’s administrative assistant…and the object of Jack’s desire. He had no idea the attraction was mutual.
After an incident involving her ex-husband, they grow closer, both mentally and physically.
Little do they know, her ex has no intention of letting her go.
Can they explore a life together even though she’d once belonged to someone else?
Excerpt:
“Thanks, Jack. I know this might be awkward for you,” Ridley Asher said. “You never hung around us much.”
She had no idea. Jack’s libido went into overdrive every time he’d see her. Even in the presence of Dean Asher. Ridley was temptation with a capital T. Curvaceous, stunning, exotic. A man’s fantasy.
And his ex-partner’s ex-wife.
“It’s no big deal, Ridley. You need a job and Sterling Motors needs an administrative assistant. You win, and I definitely win. I’m organized when it comes to restoring cars, but I can’t organize this business to save my life.” He’d just walk around the shop with a raging woody for eight or so hours a day.
“Umm. Wha-what about Dean?”
Her ocean-blue eyes searched Jack’s. A frown turned her full lips downward. Her response bothered him. Ridley deserved to smile.
“Dean doesn’t play into this. This is purely a business decision. You have the skill set I need and you understand the restoration process. You literally know the nuts and bolts of a job.” He leaned back in his beat-up leather desk chair, elbows on the arms, and steepled his fingers. “I will let Dean know I hired you. Just to avoid any surprises.”
She nodded. “Fair enough,” she admitted, wringing her fingers. “I hope I don’t put you in a bad situation, but I appreciate you hiring me. I can’t believe the firm closed down. We were in the green every quarter I worked there.”
“I’m not sure, but their loss is my gain.” He rose from his chair, reaching his full height of six-feet-two. He leaned his head from side to side, cracking the vertebrae in his neck. “I know this is spur of the moment, but can you start today? You’re already here.”
“I could, but I have Dozer with me.”
A brow rose. “Dozer?” A large piece of construction equipment popped into his mind.
A soft smile graced her face, adding alluring beauty to an already exquisite face. “My very large yellow Labrador retriever.”
He gave a mental eye roll. Dean had mentioned that she couldn’t find a man so she’d gotten a dog instead. Jack seriously doubted she had trouble finding men. His mechanics and metal workers had stopped whatever they’d been doing and watched her walk to Jack’s office. A magnet had nothing on her.
“He’s welcome here. Three of my men bring their dogs with them. My only rule is they have to wear a fire retardant vest when they are around sparks or blow torches.”
“Again, fair enough.” She rose from the chair opposite Jack’s desk and maneuvered around the beat-up metal piece of furniture. She laid her hand on his arm and stood on her tiptoes. “Thank you, Jack. I’m glad Denny gave me the heads up on the job.”
Her lips brushed his ever so softly, probably not to entice, but to show her gratitude. Every nerve ending in Jack Sterling’s body roared to life. She returned to her chair and leaned over to pick up her purse. Her jeans hugged her heart-shaped bottom to perfection. Erotic pictures filled his mind.
Interested? I know I am. 🙂
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             LM Spangler lives in South Central Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, three
dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and some fish. Her son serves his country in the US
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             She is a fan of college football and any kind of baseball and likes to watch the Discovery, Velocity, HGTV, DIY, Science, and any channel showing a college football game. She also watches old game shows like $25,000 Pyramid and Match Game.

New Release by Jacey Holbrand

Published August 19, 2017 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Hello, my friends. It’s my pleasure to have another super Evernight author, Jacey Holbrand, with us today to tell us about her new release, Seduced by Him. Take it away, Jacey…

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Warning: Sexual content, M/M

Hey folks! I’m happy to announce that I have another story out! It’s called Seduced by Him and is the second book in my series: Helldorado Mongrels MC. But first a little about me…

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Jacey Holbrand believes life and love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share her stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.

Jacey loves to hear from readers! Click the link to eMail her: JaceyHolbrand@gmail.com

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This story is the second book in my series called Helldorado Mongrels MC. The series follows different immortal shifter families, a couple of humans, and the quest for stolen gold. It takes place in southern Nevada. I’d been toying with the idea for this series for the past few years after catching an episode of Haunted Highway on Syfy regarding the Hellhounds of Eldorado Canyon.

In book two, Seduced by Him, two human brothers are at the end of their camping trip in the canyon where, as teenagers, they had a frightening experience in a gold mine when confronted with wolves. Jarrod Russell, one of the heroes of this story, is jealous his brother found love, and he wonders when he’ll find his other half. Which doesn’t take long since he runs into him in a store and then in a casino.

Jarrod and Tex, the sexy stranger (who is based off of Brock O’Hurn in case you were wondering 😉 ) he keeps running into, have a one night stand that’s turning into something more when Jarrod is kidnapped by Tex’s fellow Helldorado Mongrels MC members.

Want to know what happens when Jarrod finds out the guy he’s super attracted to is an immortal wolf shifter and if he escapes the Mongrels? Well, you’ll just have to read the book now, won’t you? *wink*

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Wolf shifter and member of the Helldorado Mongrels MC, Dante “Tex” Valentin is restless and dissatisfied. He goes on a ride in search of excitement, never expecting to encounter his mate—a human male, who disrupts his world.

Jarrod Russell is envious his brother, Cameron, found love. Wondering if fortune will ever smile on him the same way, he runs into a man who rocks his world. A man he believes could be the love of his life.

When Jarrod and Tex’s paths cross again, a passion-filled night connects them. Because of who they are, though, they’re in danger from the Mongrels. Will their relationship be over before they even have a chance to love?

Be Warned: m/m sex, anal sex, language, violence

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The blond haired man without a name stood naked in his room.

Bare as the day he was born, too, Tex sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, and took in the view.

Tall, athletic physique. Classically handsome features with a full mouth. Cock that sported a slight curve. It didn’t appear to be overly big but still seemed to be larger than average. Just like he liked a man’s dick.

“What do you want me to do? Please. Tell me.”

He loved it when his partners had the touch of pleading in their voices, had amorous longing in their gazes, begging him to take them and use them as he saw fit. But this blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty wasn’t like the others. The lean, well-toned man didn’t fit the type of guy he’d normally go after—big, brawny, and rough around the edges—much like himself and the other Mongrels. No, the stranger from the store was the complete opposite, almost angelic, and the thought of claiming him sent lusty rivers of heat down into his rigid shaft.

“I want you to drop to your knees before me, take my cock in that luscious mouth of yours and suck me dry.”

A visible shudder racked the man’s body, and for a second he looked as if he might refuse, but then he closed the distance between them and knelt.

The angel positioned himself between Tex’s thighs and gently grasped his length. The bend of his fingers stroked him, feeling like the finest linen glancing against his skin. Tex’s body sizzled as his man’s appraisal of his body seemed to devour him. Then the stranger licked and kissed his cock and balls, sucked him into his mouth, and Tex felt as if he’d arrived home.

The guy laved its length and circled his fingers around its base, then traced the underside with the tip of his tongue and feathered his ball sack with the ends of his fingers.

Tex let his head fall back, enjoying the way the guy took command of his cock and savoring the delicate feel of the man’s moist and warm mouth on his shaft and his hands as they smoothed up his body.

So soft. Such a gentle caress. I love the way he’s touching me. Not enough though. Need to…

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Thank you for having me on your blog, and readers, thank you for stopping by today!

Love & blessings to all! ❤
Jacey

Love that excerpt! Thank you for stopping by, Jacey.

Below are the covers for both books in this series. Grab your copies and enjoy a couple of good hot reads.

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Spotlight on April Zyon!

Published October 14, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

April is dying to show off her new book, Hacked. Please welcome her.
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Blurb

Holly Smith has always had a certain affinity with computers. By day, she strengthens Internet security for corporations. By night, she’s a hacker. When she hits upon what she believes to be an author’s unpublished manuscript, she finds herself reading about a world where warriors of old wage war against a dark force bent on consuming everything it touches. Then she finds out it’s all true.

Demaratus of Corinth has seen a lot during his lifetime. And while many things prove useful, he finds technology to be a greater hindrance than a help. Sent to find the hacker who managed to penetrate their base’s security, he is stunned to realize who she is to him. As the darkness closes in on them, Demaratus and Holly will have to battle to survive not only the coming fight but the war that is gaining momentum.

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Buy Links

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LYIBZY6/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LYIBZY6/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LYIBZY6/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01LYIBZY6/

Evernight Publishing
: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hacked-by-april-zyon/

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/hacked-mf

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hacked-2098645-147.html

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Excerpt:

She nodded and stood. She watched him as he watched her, taking her time. “Do I call you ‘Sir’?” She whispered the question. “I saw that in a movie. The Dominant ensured his submissive’s pleasure, and she called him ‘Sir.’ Is that right?”

“Only if you are comfortable with it. You can use my name, or that ridiculous nickname you’ve come up with, if you think it would be easier. I am not your Master and never will be. While I will be your Dominant, and you my submissive, this is always going to be an open relationship where we make our own rules. So go with whatever works for you, little warrior.”

She went to her knees, her hands behind her back and knees braced apart. Her head down and tilted to the side, she shuddered in need. “I think that I’m going to love you, DC. For the rest of your life.”

“Seeing you like this makes me wonder what sort of movies you’ve been watching,” he commented. She saw his feet move and in the next moment his fingers under her chin brought her face up. Leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees, Demaratus regarded her with what she could only assume was curiosity. “What else have you learned?”

“I’ve watched bondage movies, spankings, blindfolds, all of them with the woman submissive to the man. I like that. I think that I’ve learned how to give a blow job, but I don’t know, since I’ve never— Shit, there I go again.” Blurting out everything in my mind. Bloody brilliant.

“Sucking a man’s cock is something not every woman likes. Some love it, some do it out of a mistaken sense of duty, and others hate it but do it because they believe it is the only way that they might get fucked themselves. That’s not what we’re about. If we try something and you realize your expectations outshone the actual attempt, then we will never do it again. Now, what would you like to try first, little warrior?”

“I would really like to try the blow job, please? Sir.” She had never wanted to do anything so much in all of her life like she wanted to take him into her mouth.

Rubbing his thumb lightly over her chin, he nodded, then leaned back. Demaratus slouched slightly and studied her. Reaching down, he undid his belt and the buttons holding his fly closed. He lifted his hips a bit to push off his pants.

She smiled. “Do you know just how much I love the way you look at me like that? How do I do this?” She asked the question even as she licked her lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, but goodness, my mouth is watering.”

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About The Author

Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.

Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to – creating a career for herself.

As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah.

This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.

Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publishers with Evernight Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing.

Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!

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Spotlight on Jordan S Gray!

Published October 13, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Jordan is visiting today to showcase her new release, PRUDE.  Don’t you just love the cover? I know I do. 🙂

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Blurb:
Rebecca Washington is a girl in control. Well, at least when it comes to acing her college classes. The rest of the time, she seems to be at the mercy of everyone else. Like when she’s dumped in front of her peers, hit on right afterwards by a jerk for some stupid bet, and then paired up with the jerk for a lit project.

In order to maintain her perfect GPA, Rebecca will need to give a stellar presentation while ignoring the prying eyes that will be staring at her. When her partner, Derek, starts to ease her fears of public speaking with his laid-back attitude, she’s forced to confront her new feelings about him and his charming smile. Rebecca knows falling for a guy who teases her for being a prudish nerd can only end badly, but what if it’s just another thing out of her control?

 

Excerpt:

Derek grinned. “What do you think about your ex’s girlfriend?”

“Obviously that she’s annoyingly beautiful and, apparently, fun.” The word left a bad taste in her mouth.

“I could say the same about you right now.”

Rebecca felt her face redden even more. She pushed her bangs behind her ear, trying to find something else to stare at other than Derek’s mischievous eyes. Nothing seemed worthy.

“I know we’ve been doing well with the whole friends’ thing,” Derek started.

Rebecca cocked an eyebrow. “What now? Are you going to make fun of me?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said. “I was just wondering if, as a friend, I’m allowed to ask you to dance.”

She let out a choking laugh. “Here? We’re at a party.”

He gestured to the several groups of people who were dancing. “People dance at parties.”

“I don’t think we should.”

“Because you don’t want to, or because you don’t want to draw attention to yourself?”

“Maybe the latter,” Rebecca mumbled to the ground.

Derek took her hand, pulling her to the center of the living room. At first, their position terrified Rebecca, until she realized it was the most popular dancing spot. In the crowd, she felt shielded from prying eyes, like it was just the two of them.

There’d been times, when Rebecca was home alone and listening to music, where she’d danced. But she had never done so in a public setting or with someone else, and in heels too. She bit her lip nervously as Derek guided her hands around his neck.

“Relax,” he muttered. “It’s just a dance.”

His statement didn’t reassure her at all. Her heart beat faster as she realized that she could feel every inch of him. They were so close. Her head was practically resting on his shoulder, and her body was pressed firmly against his.

The feel of his hands on her waist made her shiver, her crop top inching up slightly as they began to move. Rebecca tried to focus on the beat, but it was really no use. Her fingers clasped together as she mentally reminded herself that playing with Derek’s hair was not a friendly thing to do—even if it looked really soft.

They swayed together, his hands staying rigidly in place. Rebecca wondered what he was thinking about and why he’d decided to dance with her, but it was no use. Derek was likely someone she’d never fully understand.

The song switched to something with a faster pace and erratic rhythm, but Rebecca hardly noticed. Derek moved a hand away from her hip, leaving Rebecca feeling a little colder, until he used it to brush a piece of her fallen bangs behind her ear.

She had no idea how her legs and hips were still moving because, on the inside, Rebecca was totally, completely still. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his breath on her neck. Every single one of her nerves were on fire, zapping around in her body like lightening. Rebecca had never felt more alive … or scared.

One of her hands drifted down to Derek’s chest, and she pressed against it. She hoped that he’d know she was trying to get away, but he only pulled her closer to him. Rebecca let out a gasp, clutching his neck and shoulder tightly.

“Are you having fun?” he asked softly.

Rebecca nodded once, unable to muster up anything coherent. Her brain was shutting down, and she wished it was from embarrassment or anger. No, this was something entirely different. So often Rebecca felt like the two-halves of her were always in disagreement, but now, every part of her felt the same. She didn’t want him to let go.

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About The Author:
Jordan S Gray is a full time mother, college student, and writer. She never did quite grow out of that emo stage, and considers coffee, punk music, and Taylor Swift to be the necessary fuel for her writing. PRUDE is her debut novel, and you can find her on Twitter @JordanStephanie where she procrastinates most of her adult responsibilities and all of her schoolwork.

Purchase links:
All Romance eBooks — https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-prude-2098184-149.html
Amazon US — https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LWULKIT
Amazon CA — https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LWULKIT
Amazon UK — https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LWULKIT
Amazon AU — https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01LWULKIT
Bookstrand — http://www.bookstrand.com/prude-mf
Evernight Publishing — http://www.evernightpublishing.com/prude-by-jordan-s-gray/

Social Media Links:
Website: https://www.facebook.com/jordanstephaniegray
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32035169-prude?ac=1&from_search=true

Spotlight on Lea Bronsen

Published October 12, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Please welcome fellow Evernight author Lea Bronsen with her new release, Hot Model Mine.

Hi, and thank you so much for hosting the third and last book of the Hot Model Mine trilogy!

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After sexy cover model Yushka proposed, life is more turbulent than ever for erotic romance author Andrea. He is expecting a baby with his ex-girlfriend, who says she doesn’t want to keep it. How will Andrea’s sons take upcoming life changes? To make things more complicated, her ex goes to great lengths to coax her back, and one of her sons’ girlfriend is a tad too interested in Andrea’s young and very handsome fiancé…

On the writing front, Andrea anxiously awaits news on her latest manuscript submission, and she has to decide whether to accept her publisher’s offer to model in a sexy photo shoot—the same kind she and Yushka did in Cannes—in the hopes of making a new “Cover Photo of the Year”. Considering the erotic poses the previous photographer demanded, can Andrea model with another guy other than Yushka?

Excerpt

We enter a hall so big the tiniest sound echoes. It’s quite humbling. I shrink in my clothes and barely dare to breathe. Dark wood furniture towers over us, with a mix of contradictory smells—orchid-scented sanitizer and old dust—filling the space.

Shoes clamping on a hardwood floor, we follow the tall, silver-haired man into a living room with exquisite furniture, gold-framed mirrors, and classic paintings on the walls. Heavy velvet curtains adorn the windows, and an impressive floor-to-ceiling library on one side has to contain literary curiosities from every part of the world. Marveling, I study each magnificent object.

The man stops and glares across the room, his facial expression clearly one of annoyance. What an oppressive atmosphere.

Yushka stands beside him and stares in the same direction.

I follow their gaze. A young and strikingly beautiful woman is half-seated on a green velvet couch with her legs folded underneath her. Dark doe eyes and pink lips stand out in a pale, oval face. A waterfall of rich, glowing auburn-colored hair contrasts with her white dress. She looks cast in a scene from the Russian classic Doctor Zhivago. Beneath full breasts, a pregnant belly protrudes, far too round and big for her frail frame. Jekaterina?

My chest tightens. The more I look at her, the more her beauty takes my breath away. She’s the woman Yushka was in love with last year. The one he slept with and impregnated.

Her gaze is riveted on him, the recognition and warmth fiery.

I shoot him a glance. His features are tight, as if he’s trying to hide his reaction, but he doesn’t take his gaze off her. This is exactly what I feared. They’ve had feelings for each other. Maybe meeting now will revive them. He has fallen for her once, so why would he not fall for her again?

I feel bad, nauseous, want to get out of here. But she’s carrying the baby girl I’m going to call mine very soon. I need to overcome my unease. Hopefully, once the formalities are done, this is the only time we’ll have to meet.

She tells him a few words in Russian, her voice the cooing of a turtledove.

Yushka replies calmly, but his throat sounds choked. He grabs my hand, palm sweaty, and leads me to a sofa opposite hers. His discomfort is more than clear in his features. He tears his gaze from her and searches me, his expression vibrating with an intensity I seldom see. It hits me—he’s afraid.

I squeeze his hand. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” he replies instantly, but his tension is palpable.

My chest tightens to a painful level. What is he so nervous about? From his interaction with Jekaterina, this has nothing to do with the baby. It’s about them, their relationship, and me. Is he afraid he’ll have to choose between us?

Goodness, I’m delirious. I sit very still, take small, shallow breaths, and pray for everything to be all right. Then bolt out of this house after the arrangements are resolved.

Jekaterina addresses me, her dark pupils glimmering. “You’re very beautiful. Are you a model, too?”

I’m as taken aback by her speaking a fluent English as I am by her compliment, and need a few seconds to shake myself. “Um, no, I’m not.”

She raises a brow. “That’s funny. I would’ve sworn you were a model. So how did you two meet?”

“At an author conference.”

Yushka clears his throat. “Andrea writes books, and I’m featured on the cover of her last one.”

“Oh, how exciting.” Her lips curve upward. I can’t decide whether it’s a genuine smile or she’s faking it.

“Yes,” he continues. “That’s why we … uh … were bound to meet. They had organized a Meet-and-Greet for authors and cover models of their books.” Why does he sound like he’s trying to make an excuse?

She flutters her long lashes at me. “What kind of books do you write?”

Before I can answer, her father walks over to a cabinet and picks up a bunch of papers. “All right, enough chit-chat.” His voice booms like thunder.

Oooh, sounds exciting!

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About the other books in the series

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The Perfect Shoot (book #1)

When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for THE cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits…

Get The Perfect Shoot at http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-perfect-shoot-by-lea-bronsen/

 

Mine to Love (book #2)

The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test. Will their love be strong enough to have a future?

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About the author

Lea Bronsen

I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic dark/contemporary romance.

I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:

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New Release! Wyoming Secrets #2

Published September 16, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Good morning (or evening, depending on where you are in this world). Just a quick note to let you know that Guarding Alesha is now available on Amazon. This is Fred Bursey’s story. If you’ve read it, you’ll recognize him from book 1, Guarding Flint.

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Alesha Jennings would do anything to protect her son from his ex-cop, drug-running father…even kill if she had to. A leak in the Witness Protection Program had her on the run. Brent Malcolm had served his time. Now he was out and revenge would be at the top of his agenda. She’d prepared for this day, but hadn’t counted on her next-door neighbor becoming involved in her troubles.

Fred Bursey is undercover posing as the local handyman and he’s determined not to let Alesha out of his sight. He’s vowed to keep Alesha and her son safe, but a leak in the WPP is proving hard to find. Would the raven-haired temptress ever trust him? Especially once she learns he’s a cop?

Excerpt:

Prologue

Juan DeCarlo would not live to see tomorrow.

Plans were already in place for his cellmate of the past two months to have a deadly accident—shortly after Brent’s release. He’d suspected from day one that Juan was working undercover to gain information. Last night he’d been informed that Juan was a Deputy Sheriff, and as Brent often talked in his sleep, he didn’t want his plans thwarted at this point.

Damn! He wished he could break that habit…the one thing he had no control over had led to his arrest. His wife, the traitorous bitch, had heard him making plans, going over shipments and such, while he was asleep. She’d even had the nerve to follow him and gain more information before going to his boss with her knowledge. A hush-hush sting operation had taken care of the rest and he’d ended up serving time. She’d ruined his reputation and that of six friends who’d been with him.

Alesha Jennings…had a nice ring to it. She thought her and the brat were safe within the boundaries of the Witness Protection Program. He smiled as he anticipated the fear on her face when he showed up to confront her.

He uncurled his fists, relying on the calm he’d perfected during the past ten years. Patience, Malcolm. You’ve waited ten years. You can wait a little longer.

In a few minutes, he’d walk out of prison a free man…a model citizen…a man who had learned his lesson. He’d served his time and played his part. He’d keep a low profile, report to his parole officer and, when the time was right, he’d make his move.

I’m coming for you, Babe. I’ll be seeing you real soon.

His guards arrived and led him from the holding cell where he’d waited for his release. They walked him straight to the gate where his brother, Warren, waited. As they pulled away, Brent Malcolm settled in his seat and never once looked back.

Chapter One

The early morning phone call jolted Alesha Jennings from a sound sleep. This couldn’t be good. Dread caused her hand to shake as she lifted the receiver. “Hello.”

“Hello, Alesha. This is Marshall Keton. Brent’s being released today.”

She jerked upright, threw back the covers, and touched her bare feet to the cold floor. This had to be a dream…a very bad one of nightmare proportions. “Today?” She raised her free hand to cover her rapidly beating heart.

“They say he’s been a model prisoner. The parole board felt he’d learned his lesson.”

“And the others?”

“Also released. As long as you stay in the Witness Protection program, you and your son will remain safe.”

“Yes, I understand.” But she didn’t—not really. “Thanks for calling.”

She weighed her options as she replaced the receiver on its base, effectively putting an end to her conversation with Marshall Keton, her liaison with the Witness Protection Program. A swift glance at the clock had her on her feet and crossing the hall. She knocked on her son’s bedroom door. “Colby, time to get up.”

Alesha continued down the hall and into the bathroom. Once finished with her morning ablutions, she opened the door to find Colby leaning against the opposite wall, patiently waiting his turn. “Good morning, sweetie,” she said as she ruffled his already tousled hair. “Grab your shower. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Okay, Mom.”

He snagged a towel out of the linen closet and disappeared behind the bathroom door. Colby had his father’s chestnut curls, but that’s where any resemblance ended. His eyes were a shade darker blue than hers were and his slight build, long and lean for an almost ten-year-old, made him a favorite on his school’s sports teams. He was a natural athlete and she was proud of his accomplishments.

She entered the kitchen and put some eggs on to boil, started a pot of coffee for herself, and set the table. When she heard the bathroom door open, she put bread in the toaster, poured Colby a glass of orange juice, and set everything on the table as he appeared, fully dressed and shiny clean, to take a seat at the table.

She’d built a good life for them here in Thayne, Wyoming, but had never once stopped looking over her shoulder. Her testimony had been instrumental in busting a drug ring in Chicago. A drug ring headed by her, now ex, cop husband and a band of his cronies. All seven were convicted and had served ten years. Now they were out.

Marshall Keton assured her she wasn’t in any danger, but she knew different. Those men still had connections in law enforcement. If she stayed with the program, Brent would find her. The question uppermost in her mind—the one that had her worried for their safety—being when?

“Mom, can I have more juice?”

“May I, and yes, I’ll get it for you.” She grabbed the pitcher of juice from the fridge and refilled his glass, then filled her coffee mug and took a sip of the hot brew as she joined him for breakfast.

“We’ve got tests this morning, but we get to watch a movie this afternoon,” Colby said.

“Oh, which one?”

“I don’t know. Teach said it was a surprise.” He smiled and downed the rest of his juice. “I need to leave early. Some of the guys asked me to play baseball with them before school.”

“Will the teachers be there this early?” Alesha asked, concerned.

He nodded his head. “Miss Bryant said she’d open up the ball locker for us.”

“Well, I guess it’s all right then.”

“Great! I’m outta here.” He grabbed his lunch box and stuffed it in his book bag, then headed for the front of the house. She followed him onto the deck where he gave her a quick hug, then raced down the stairs, hopped on his bicycle, and was out of sight in no time.

He was growing up much too fast. It seemed like only yesterday she’d been changing his diapers and cuddling him close. Now he was up and going without her. But that would have to change. With Brent out of jail, she’d be keeping a closer eye on her son…a much closer eye.

Alesha went back inside, poured a fresh cup of coffee and stood looking out the window, thinking and seeing nothing, as she sipped the hot brew. She’d had ten years to prepare for this day. Everything was in place, ready to move at a moment’s notice. She only had to grab Colby, drive to the next town, ditch her car, and pick up the Jeep she’d purchased last month under an alias. Her prized photos were already in the Jeep, not one of which had identifiable landscape markers. Witness Protection had taught her well.

Yet she hesitated. What would it hurt to allow Colby to finish out the last two weeks of school with his friends? Alesha chewed her lower lip in concentration as she worriedly paced from room to room.

If Brent had already found out where they were living, he could hop a plane and be there in a matter of hours. Would he dare come straight here? Surely, he knew he would be watched, at least until the Sheriff’s office was satisfied that he wasn’t in contact with his former affiliates in crime.

Yes, she and Colby would be safe enough here for the time being, although she’d start driving him back and forth to school. She’d also have to pay the Principal a visit, tell her their story, and inform her that Colby’s father was free…just in case.

She picked up the phone and dialed the school’s number.

* * *

Fred Bursey studied the bungalow next door. He saw Alesha through the kitchen window with the help of high-powered binoculars. He’d been trying to get close to her for months now, but she always fobbed him off. Her aversion to cops was legendary, but as far as she knew, he was the local handyman. What could she possibly have against him?

Or was it men in general? He’d studied her file in detail before accepting this assignment and, after what she’d been through, he really couldn’t blame her for being wary.

Alesha was friendly enough, as long as their conversations remained impersonal, but her clear, sapphire gaze always seemed to bore right through him, suspicion evident in their depths. He’d enjoyed the time spent with her and her son, often joining them in a game of soccer, or playing basketball with Colby in front of her garage. The kid had the makings of a star athlete and he had his mother to thank for it.

They were always together, except when Colby was in school. Fred looked at her now and almost drooled. He couldn’t help but wish he could inspire that kind of devotion to him, but she just didn’t appear interested.

Marshall Keton with the Witness Protection Program had approached his boss, Captain Shane Gillespie, and asked for help. He had discovered a leak in the program and rented this bungalow for Fred just after Christmas. He’d wanted someone close by who could provide immediate protection for Alesha and her son if needed. But Fred hadn’t counted on being attracted to the raven-haired beauty.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this teaser. 

Warning: Some foul language but no heat. 🙂

Guarding Alesha is available here.

And, in case you missed it, Book 1, Guarding Flint is available here.

These books are only $2.99 each. Download and enjoy! 🙂

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