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Do you feel lucky? Seven tantalizing paranormal and contemporary romance tales designed to heat your days and melt your nights. This boxed set is only available for a LIMITED TIME for 99 cents so grab your copy before it’s gone.

Seven complete stories. Professionally Edited. Limited Release.

Forevermore by Denise A. Agnew

Mae Sutton travels to Scotland to investigate tormenting dreams that have plagued her since childhood. Once in the shadowy, misty land, she discovers a brooding Highlander—and a secret that threatens her very existence. Mae and Aidan have lived before, and the dark legacy that destroyed them once, may destroy them again…

Keep Me by Faith Andrews

Sexy, tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely worst nightmare. Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she is. When she runs into Marcus, her friend Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how he’s about to rock her world.

Encounter 14 by Monique DuBois

Brooke is determined to get lucky on her favorite night of the year: St. Patrick’s Day. When she meets a charismatic Irishman with the same thing on his mind, sparks fly. Will Brooke’s bad luck in dating take a turn for the worse, or has she just found the luck o’ the Irish?

Archangel Jed (A Novella of The Seven) by USA Today Bestseller Lisa Hughey

Her secret has the power to destroy them both….

Jed, Archangel of Wisdom and Knowledge, has something to prove. Luci, a human Sage, has a dark secret. While on a quest to find a book that contains the knowledge to protect both their worlds from their mortal enemy, a forbidden love blossoms. But can Jed save her when the truth is revealed?

Risqué Business by USA Today Bestseller Titania Ladley

Curvy Amy MacGowan has gained enough weight to tip the scale opposite a pot of gold. But she lives out her fantasies behind the headset of her 900 phone-sex company, Risqué Business. Just her luck, her hot ex-lover Gabe Rizzuto buys the café next door. Ah, just grand. Sooner or later, he’s going to notice she’s “bloomed,” and knowing his shenanigans, Amy’s in for some risky business.

Romancing Raine by Lynn LaFleur

Kaylen Montgomery is hit with instant lust when he sees Raine Bridewell…

Turning on the Irish charm has always made women fall at Kaylen’s feet. Not this time. Getting involved with another owner—or the brother of one—isn’t anywhere on Raine’s to-do list. Enter Shae, a four-inch fairy, who is sure Raine and Kaylen belong together.

Wolves In The Highlands by Megan J. Parker & Nathan Squiers

An artist sets out to find inspiration in the hills of Scotland and falls into the arms of two shapeshifting highlanders. As she’s entangled in their world, she finds more beauty and danger than she ever thought possible. These two beastly Scotsmen just may save her career…

If they can save her life first.

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Tracy Cooper-Posey & Hot Sex & Story Telling

Please welcome author Tracy Cooper-Posey. I’ve enjoyed Tracy’s books for many years, and I love her take on writing sex in romance stories. Take it away Tracy!

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My take on sex and romance stories.

If you’ve read any of my books at all, you’ve either noticed that the sex is way off the charts, or you’ve noticed that the sex is so mild it doesn’t register on the Richter Scale.

I would like to talk about that.

What prompted this post was a long series of reviews, and one final one I got recently from a reviewer who has read some of my titles, in a fairly narrow range. She mentioned that she was surprised by the story, which “wasn’t my usual” and the lack of sex.

I still don’t know if that is a good thing or not. Nothing else she said makes it clear whether she was disappointed or pleased by the absence of specified body parts and the departure in subject matter.

Nevertheless, her observations sat in the back of my brain, brewing. Now, a few weeks later on, I’m writing about sex. Not about that specific review, or any review or feedback in particular, but sex and how it relates to my stories. The reviews were merely activators that got me onto this subject.

How Readers See It

I’m about to make a series of bold, assertive statements, based upon several years of reader and professional reviews of my books.

There are as many readers who hate my hot, sexy books, as there are readers who love the hot sex. All of them read my sex-filled books and praise or ding them, accordingly.

There are just as many readers who like a book that focuses on the story and leaves the sex in the bedroom behind closed doors, as there are readers who think a book is incomplete without a bit of nooky, preferably a lot of it. This secoind group of readers read my books that gently by-pass the sex scenes, and find it disappointing in some indeterminate way. Note, I don’t think they consciously realize it’s the lack of hot sex that makes the story feel “inadequate” – but they’re savvy enough to realize that for them, something is missing.

There are even more readers than the above who either don’t know I write hot, sexy books, or don’t know I write books without hot sex in them. (PS: There’s also a lot of readers that don’t know I write anything other than vampire romances.)

Across all those sets of readers is a small subset of reader that will flatly refuse to read a book with(out) sex in it, even if the cover grabs them, the blurb makes their heart race, and it’s exactly their genre, sub-genre and the hero is blue-eyed and black haired, just like they prefer.

Clearly, how much sex is in a story makes a difference to readers.

Where The Divide Began

There seems to be a division between erotic romance and “normal” romance. Just calling non-erotic romance “normal” makes it sound like erotic romance is abnormal–a negative connotation–yet I see this tag used everywhere.

Unfortunately, this division began because of the history of erotic romance. It’s the new(ish) kid on the block, and when it was first introduced to Romanceland around the year 2000, frank sexual scenes were novel, naughty, and for readers who glommed onto erotic romance, the frank sex was the only reason for reading erotic romances. They could read just as many paranormals, historicals and romantic suspenses without the sex, but chose not to.

Publishers like Ellora’s Cave and the erotic imprints of other romance publishers encouraged this distinction by ensuring that the majority of an erotic romance story was focused on the sexual storyline.

Fourteen years later, romance readers have it pretty much tattooed on their brains that erotic romance is about the sex, with a bit of story thrown in to hold it together.

Erotic Romance Has Become A Major Division Of Romanceland

You get erotic romance, sweet romance and sensual romance – the big three divisions.
Underneath them, you get every sub-genre invented or about to be invented: Romantic Suspense, Paranormal Romance, Futuristic Romance, Urban Fantasy, Steam Punk, Historical, Time Travel and on and on and on. All three of the major divisions contain every single one of the sub-genres within it. (I believe Amish romances might be a rare exception, but having said that, I just know someone will email me to point out an Amish Romance title that is also erotic romance!)

Readers tend to stay within their preferred division.

What Sex In A Story Means To Me

Of course, I’m breaking rules. That’s pretty much the story of my life.

Way back when publication was a foreign concept for me, I started out writing sweet romances. That didn’t last long. I always preferred reading the heated, throbbing romances, so I swiftly shifted in that direction with each succeeding manuscript.

Finally, I began to write and publish with Ellora’s Cave, who required a very high level of sex in every romance. When I was writing for them, it was expected that (a) there would be a sex scene within the first 15% of the story, and earlier if you could manage it, (b) somewhere in the story the heroine would be penetrated in every orifice (that is, anal and oral sex were required), and (c) sex scenes would be fully developed and preferably longer than a page. (d) There were to be no closed door scenes at all (as in, don’t write; “he dragged her to the bedroom.” End of scene.) If the hero(es) and heroine(s) were having sex, it was to be described in detail.

One thing all that writing for Ellora’s Cave did for me: It cured me of any blushing hesitation over writing anything at all. I don’t duck scenes that need to be in my story – the sexy kind, the heart-wrenching kind, or the gross, horrible, or just plain horrifying kind.

It also taught me a lot about my own tastes in reading. It might be a surprise to you, but for me, the story is the supreme master. (This may not be such a surprise to you if you’re familiar with the imprint logo I use on all my books*).  For me, Story Rules. I frankly don’t care how much sex there is or isn’t in my story. I want the story to be well-told, and preferably, highly emotional and satisfying to read.

I like romance to hold a strong part of the story. The Romantic Interest sub-plots that movies insert make me want to throw up. The token female makes sheep’s-eyes at the hero, then there is ten seconds of them kissing, then thirty second of her wailing about how he has to come back to her at the end of the movie, and at the end, they kiss again. This particular form of “romance” makes me break out in hives and hiss at the director. I usually try to avoid that writer/director after being subjected to one of these storylines. Top Gun came perilously close to this line, for example. Jack Ryan; Shadow Recruit was also superficial and very light on female characters.
If you’re familiar with the Bechdel Test, you’ll probably understand my complaint. Romances should be well told. Not tools to give the hero (who gets all the character development) a set of balls for the primarily male audience who think such things are meaningful (“look at the sexy babe I kissed/bedded/made fall in love with me! I am invincible!”).

Mostly, I do not watch movies for their romantic quotient. I avoid disappointment that way.
Because a well told romance is important to me, I consider myself a romance writer first and foremost, regardless of the division and subgenre I’m writing in. I want that fully developed romance storyline, complete with strong characters butting head-on as they fall in love. Anything less is just disappointing.

How much sex gets displayed on the way through the story depends on a number of factors – all of them story-related. I pretty much know going into a story how much sex is gonna show. If the hero(es) is/are so alpha they make your teeth ache (and paranormal romance is littered with alphas), then the chances are pretty good that if they stay in character, those alpha heroes aren’t going to show so much as a glimmer of warmth in their eyes anywhere someone might catch them doing it. That means, most of their vulnerability and the emotionally weighted scenes are going to happen during and after sex, when the alpha is feeling secure about his manhood and safe enough to reveal how he really feels. Not describing all the sex in this case means the reader is going to miss a big chunk of the romance story. This applies double to MMF romances: Nearly all the scenes that show the heroes being brought to their knees for love happens in and around sex, because that’s a guy thing.

Romantic suspense is similarly over-laden with alpha heroes; men in uniform, men totting guns, men being manly.

You can get beta and gamma heroes in these genres, absolutely, but it’s not as common, and a beta hero that is capable of expressing himself anywhere other than the bedroom means the demands of the romance changes the storyline. Sex becomes just another expression of love, and is de-emphasized as a result.

Then there’s the story itself. If the hero and heroine are physically running for their lives, they’re wouldn’t normally stop and have hot sex as soon as the bad guy turns his head. This is one of the issues I have with the high-sex-quotient expectations of erotic romance as a genre. It artificially skews storylines, makes some stories impossible to tell within the erotic romance division (even if the story demands really hot sex in order to show the romance properly developing). Worse, it absolutely guarantees that the whole plot will come to a screeching halt for dozens of pages while the appropriate amount of fucking takes place.

No, I am not a fan of erotic romance, per se. I do like hot, frank sex in my stories. As long as it makes sense.

A Spectrum, Not a Division

A few years ago, I wrote a post kvetching about the classifications used to box people into a sexual orientation. Bi-sexual, heterosexual, etc. These tags drive me crazy.

When I am writing my romances, I don’t think about sexual orientation at all. I don’t label my characters. My story people fall in love, and that love changes their lives. It just so happens that some of the heroes fall in love with another hero and with the heroine as well. They may have had same-sex relationships in the past. Or not. It doesn’t matter – just like any previous romances the heroine had in the past has absolutely no bearing on this romance (unless the previous asshole makes it difficult for her to commit – but that’s part of romantic conflict, and nothing to do with sex).

In that particular post I proposed the idea that who you have sex with shouldn’t require a label. It’s just sex. Hopefully, good sex. But ultimately, sexual orientations range across a spectrum, and even the most heterosexual human on the planet can be curious about their own gender. It just means they’re curious, not bi-sexual.

Drawing artificial boxes and trying to place people in those boxes is pointless. It also leads to a lot of confusion. I’ve had readers and reviewers mention they were “shocked” when a hero kissed another hero, because I hadn’t warned them the hero was bisexual earlier in the book.  No, I didn’t carefully label the hero as bisexual (although I did actually hint that he wasn’t averse to taking men to bed, but they apparently missed the hint). I don’t think it’s necessary to label the characters. They are what they are – unique individuals who fall somewhere on the Kinsey scale.
Interestingly, when the Kinseys first published their Scale, they were careful to point out that anyone’s position on the scale could shift over time, or even from day to day. Sexual orientation is a moving target (like most women’s weight!). If it can change from day to day or from hormonal low to high, then sticking a permanent label on it is a waste of time. Wait five minutes and the label will be out of date.

It’s also dangerous, because the label sets up expectations and creates barriers. It also generates unwarranted prejudice in people who rely on those labels to classify others and judge them according to the label they add.

Sex In Romanceland Should Be A Continuum, Too

So, if sexual orientation is a sliding scale (or, a moving target), then the amount and quality of sex in stories should also be a sliding scale, shouldn’t it? I don’t see why there should be divisions that say “this book has the word ‘cock’ in it, so it’s erotic,” or why lots of sex scenes makes a book erotic. Or this book here slides over the sex scenes, so it’s a normal romance.

I actually hate the word “erotic” – it comes with so many negative connotations, because the world generally misinterprets what “erotic” really means. Many of my books are shoved into the “erotica” dumpster because there’s two heroes, and there’s frank sex.

I would argue that my books, and quite a few books by other authors find they’ve been shepherded into the erotica department actually don’t belong there at all. It’s only by virtue of the sex in them that they’ve landed there. But lots of sex or a lack of sex, or frank sex should not be the measure of whether a book is erotic romance.

If a measure must be used at all, the sole measure should be how much the sexual sub-plot affects the storyline. If the sexual subplot provides the major romantic conflict, and everything focuses upon what happens between the protagonists, then that is an erotic romance.
On the other hand, for example, a romance that is set in the future and spends most of its time focused upon the time-travelling adventures of the heroes and heroine, but also has a lot of sex happening between the three…that is not an erotic romance. The sex is hot and plentiful because most of the romance and relationship stuff happens during the sex. But the plot doesn’t fall apart if the sex is removed (although the characters become very flat and boring and the romance itself suffers badly, if not permanently). It’s a futuristic romance or a paranormal romance (or both), that just happens to have a lot of frank sex in it.

If the sex in a story is shoe-horned in, arrives early and seems gratuitous at times, then that’s an erotic romance, probably written to meet a publisher’s guidelines. The publisher’s name and the imprint on the spine can also be used as a guide to erotic romances.

The Bottom Line

Erotic Romance is a sub-genre of Romanceland, and it’s not going to disappear anytime soon, no matter how silly I think the artificial division might be. Like all the other genres, it helps you, the reader, find stories you want to read and will enjoy.

I, however, will continue to ignore the divisions and write stories with or without sex, genre mashing as I see fit, and using subjects and settings that enhance the romance and makes the story a great read.

For that is my artificial division: Great romances…and not.
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[* You’ll see my personal mantra, which has become my publishing imprint, on all my books, including the title page of the ebooks: Stories Rule. Turn your head sideways and read the logo: ]
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Tracy Cooper-Posey is an Amazon #1 Best Selling Author. She writes erotic vampire romances, hot romantic suspense, paranormal and urban fantasy romances. She has published over 70 novels since 1999, been nominated for five CAPAs including Favourite Author, and won the Emma Darcy Award.

She turned to indie publishing in 2011. Her indie titles have been nominated four times for Book Of The Year and Byzantine Heartbreak was a 2012 winner. She has been a national magazine editor and for a decade she taught romance writing at MacEwan University. 

She is addicted to Irish Breakfast tea and chocolate, sometimes taken together. In her spare time she enjoys history, Sherlock Holmes, science fiction and ignoring her treadmill. An Australian, she lives in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, a former professional wrestler, where she moved in 1996 after meeting him on-line.

Her website can be found at http://TracyCooperPosey.com. Tracy appreciates hearing from readers and can be reached at Tracy@TracyCooperPosey.com.
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Thunderclap for Get Lucky!

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Preorder of Get Lucky: Seven Steamy Romances #99cents

Hey everyone! It’s been a whirlwind of things since I’ve participated in the Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances for Valentine’s Day box set. So guess what? I’m in another box set with seven other authors. Here are the blurbs to tantalize you. Get Lucky: Seven Steamy Romances is only available for a limited time at 99 cents so grab yours while you can! Scroll down to the bottom to get the links!

 

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Do you feel lucky? Seven tantalizing paranormal and contemporary romance tales designed to heat your days and melt your nights. This boxed set is only available for a LIMITED TIME so grab your copy before it’s gone.

Seven complete stories. Professionally Edited. Limited Release.

Forevermore by Denise A. Agnew

Mae Sutton travels to Scotland to investigate tormenting dreams that have plagued her since childhood. Once in the shadowy, misty land, she discovers a brooding Highlander—and a secret that threatens her very existence. Mae and Aidan have lived before, and the dark legacy that destroyed them once, may destroy them again…

Keep Me by Faith Andrews

Sexy, tatted up, underwear model Marcus Grayson is every girl’s dream—or more likely worst nightmare. Tessa Bradley is a self-sufficient, take-no-bull, single mother—well, now she is. When she runs into Marcus, her friend Riley’s once-adorable turned smoking-hot little brother, she has no idea how he’s about to rock her world.

Romance Quickies (Encounter 14) by Monique DuBois

Brooke is determined to get lucky on her favorite night of the year: St. Patrick’s Day. When she meets a charismatic Irishman with the same thing on his mind, sparks fly. Will Brooke’s bad luck in dating take a turn for the worse, or has she just found the luck o’ the Irish?

Archangel Jed (A Novella of The Seven) by USA Today Bestseller Lisa Hughey

Her secret has the power to destroy them both….

Jed, Archangel of Wisdom and Knowledge, has something to prove. Luci, a human Sage, has a dark secret. While on a quest to find a book that contains the knowledge to protect both their worlds from their mortal enemy, a forbidden love blossoms. But can Jed save her when the truth is revealed?

Risque Business by USA Today Bestseller Titania Ladley

Curvy Amy MacGowan has gained enough weight to tip the scale opposite a pot of gold. But she lives out her fantasies behind the headset of her 900 phone-sex company, Risqué Business. Just her luck, her hot ex-lover Gabe Rizzuto buys the café next door. Ah, just grand. Sooner or later, he’s going to notice she’s “bloomed,” and knowing his shenanigans, Amy’s in for some risky business.

Romancing Raine by Lynn LaFleur

Kaylen Montgomery is hit with instant lust when he sees Raine Bridewell…

Turning on the Irish charm has always made women fall at Kaylen’s feet. Not this time. Getting involved with another owner—or the brother of one—isn’t anywhere on Raine’s to-do list. Enter Shae, a four-inch fairy, who is sure Raine and Kaylen belong together.

Wolves In The Highlands by Megan J. Parker & Nathan Squiers

An artist sets out to find inspiration in the hills of Scotland and falls into the arms of two shapeshifting highlanders. As she’s entangled in their world, she finds more beauty and danger than she ever thought possible. These two beastly Scotsmen just may save her career…

If they can save her life first.

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Release Day! Have A Little Be Mine!

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Today is the release day of Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances For Valentine’s Day. The great thing is you get ten stories by seven authors for only 99 cents. This boxed set is only available for a limited time, so be sure to snatch it up while you still can. This box set includes my hot paranormal romance called Heat Wave.

You can find Be Mine at several outlets in ebook format! Click here to get all the links.

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Goofs & Goofiness: Why I Love A Good Sense of Humor

Picture this. You’re in one of those vans that takes you home after you’ve dropped your car off at a dealership for service. The van has fancy doors that are automatic and when you try and close it the driver says, “It’ll resist you. It closes automatically.” You’re sitting behind the driver. You attempt to reach for the shoulder belt on your right because it’s actually the belt that’s loose against the seat and you discover there’s no latch for the seatbelt. Being the unobservant type you don’t see the left seatbelt because it’s tucked away and you vocalize that you don’t see the latch and everyone in the car (the driver and two other people) looks at you like you’re an idiot. You feel like a dunce for about two seconds. When you say, “Wow you have to be smarter than the seatbelt” you’re greeted with complete silence. As if you hadn’t spoken.

As the driver leaves the dealership the atmosphere is one of sullen silence. The unspoken signal is that everyone is either too tired, too caught up in their own thoughts to desire conversation and/or who knows what. It’s awkward. Perhaps they’re introverts and don’t like to talk much, and that’s okay. (I’m an introvert so I get that.) Many people aren’t comfortable chatting with people they don’t know well.

Yeah, I was the one having fun with the door and the seatbelt. I was the one trying to crack a self-deprecating joke. Why? I’m not visually observant. I’m blind as a bat and although I have glasses, my brain seems like it doesn’t care. Being an empath is part of that, too. I rely a lot more on what I feel in a situation. When I walk into a room I’m much more likely to pick up the atmosphere of what has happened in the room before and what is happening at the time. I’ll pick up things about people in the room. Noticing details such as pictures hanging on the wall might take quite a few more moments for me to notice. Often I have to remind myself to notice things. If I go into a place I’ve never been I’m more likely to have these situations happen where I don’t see what I need to see.

While I don’t have proof of what these people in the van were thinking while I was having fun with the van door and the seatbelt, I can tell you what popped into my head. Man, I love people with a sense of humor. People who like to put other’s at ease. I’m not talking about being artificial, but I love those people who aren’t afraid to joke when something quirky happens or when someone makes it clear they’ve goofed. People who don’t take themselves too seriously are great, too. I don’t like people to be uncomfortable when they’ve fumbled and these days I’m more likely to make a joke to laugh with them and try to show that I totally get it and it’s no big deal XYZ person didn’t know where the seatbelt was. I think that comes from a past where I was bullied by other kids. As a child my default setting when I goofed was to feel shame and humiliation. I know that seems pretty extreme and as an adult that doesn’t usually happen to me any more.

So the older I get the more I appreciate people willing to show warm-heartedness and a sense of humor based on inclusion rather than exclusion. What about you?

Heat Wave: Denise A. Agnew & Be Mine

Hey all! Hope you’re having a fantastic day. Today I thought I’d share a snippet of Heat Wave, my story in the Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances for Valentine’s Day. Hope you enjoy it!

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From Heat Wave

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Volcanologist Cassidy Harwell’s time away from her old hometown didn’t prepare her for the weirdness she encounters when she returns to Arizona to help a friend understand a bizarre phenomena in town that is creating chaos. There’s a strange humming only a few can hear, and people are sex-crazy beyond the norm. Cassidy encounters danger and police officer Jeremy Tate jumps in to save the day. Jeremy has always held a special place in her heart, and now he’s one hot man she can’t resist.

Jeremy has always wanted Cassidy in his life, but not if investigating the phenomena in town might throw her into danger. He’s along for the ride, ready to protect her and tackle the overwhelming heat growing between them.

With a paranormal mystery looming and their attraction sizzling, they could fall prey to otherworldly forces and lose a chance at the love of a lifetime.

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He left his bedroom in t-shirt, jeans and barefoot. One lamp near the couch threw muted light across the living room, while all the lights in the kitchen blazed. He grinned, amused as she moved about the kitchen doing multiple tasks. The coffee maker gasped and sputtered.

She looked up and smiled, and the entire world brightened. She wore a white top covered by an open long-sleeved navy blue shirt. Her wavy, almost black hair fell to just around her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled back at him behind those geeky glasses. She wore little if any makeup as far as he could tell and her skin was amazingly fair. She moved around as if she should have banged pots and pans in his kitchen and in his world all this time. She belonged here. The idea knocked him back, made him pause in the middle of the living room.

Her grin widened as she also stopped. “Hey there. Did I wake you up?”

Still stunned by his thoughts he said, “No.”

“Hope it’s okay, but I woke up with this huge appetite. I swear since I arrived in Bristol Peak my appetite is crazy. I’m hungry all the time. If I keep eating like this my ass isn’t going to fit through the door.”

“Are you serious? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your ass.”

She tossed another happy grin at him. “Flattery might get you somewhere. Omelet sound good?”

“Sure.” His stomach growled loudly. “Toast and bacon sounds good, too.”

“Bacon,” she said with a teasing growl. “Now I know you’re a real man.”

A flare of heat gathered in his groin. Christ, Tate, get a hold of yourself. He walked slowly around the kitchen counter and stood next to her.

“A real man, eh?” he said softly.

Her eyes widened a little, and she looked up at him. “Yeah.”

Damn, if her little tongue didn’t dart out to lick her bottom lip. He wanted that mouth under his again. He wanted to tell her exactly what he was thinking and feeling. Instead he started helping her with breakfast.

She shooed him away. “Have a seat. This is the least I can do. You’re giving me room and board.”

He watched her hustle around the kitchen, working with an efficiency and self-confidence that impressed him.

A considerable time went by before he saw money on the counter. “What’s this?”

“For food. I’m not staying here without contributing.”

He laughed. “Cassidy—“

“Nope.” She scrambled theeggs fast, like a woman possessed. “That’s it. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

He grunted. “I kind of remember that about you.”

“I’ve always been pretty good at getting what I want.”

As she moved around the kitchen, he grabbed a mug of coffee and sat at the breakfast bar and watched. He liked the efficient way she moved.

“Since when do you like to cook?” he asked. “You used to hate it, and if I remember right, you weren’t good at it.”

She lifted one eyebrow but didn’t pause. “I changed. I got tired of eating out of boxes and microwaves.”

“Me, too. But my skills still suck.”

They laughed. A burning need to know more assaulted him, as if they ran out of time. It was a crazy notion.

“Tell me everything,” he said.

She glanced up as she snatched a bread slice from the toaster. “Everything about what?”

“The last fifteen years.”

So she told him about her life in the shadows of volcanoes in Central and South America, and as she explained he worried.

“South American can be dangerous,” he said as he sipped black coffee.

She shrugged. “It can be. But I’ve never had a problem in all those years.”

Admiration mixed with his concern. Conveying his worry to any woman outside of his family members didn’t come easy. An urgency to confess everything in his life ran through him. He couldn’t stop himself.

“I wish you didn’t have to go back there,” he said.

She laid a plate of bacon, an omelet and toast in front of him. Her happy-go-lucky expression disappeared. “Why?”

“Because…I don’t like the idea of you in danger. It made me crazy when I realized it was you in that motel room and that idiot could have hurt you.”

Her eyes, usually as cool as a long drink of water, warmed and flared. “Well, if we’re confessing stuff…when I saw you it did weird things to me.”

“Weird things? That doesn’t sound good.”

“No, I mean weird as in here I was in a perilous situation and you saved me. It was like a hero rescuing the damsel in distress. I’ve never put much stock in that sort of thing, but everything inside me reacted that way. I was not only so happy to see you, my body was…”

Her body? God, he liked the sound of that. “Yeah?”

“I was…” She shrugged and her cheeks turned a bright pink. “I’m attracted to you. I was more than attracted. I was so hot it’s no wonder I didn’t combust.”

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Be Mine: Shoshanna Evers & Snowed In With The Tycoon

This week I’m highlighting Shoshanna Evers story, Snowed In With The Tycoon. Shoshanna’s story is in the box set Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances For Valentine’s Day. Take a sneak peak into this story!

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With foreclosure on her home looming and the Geddes Animal Rescue at risk, Sarah Geddes will do anything to save her land from being destroyed for handsome tycoon Mike Cavender’s multi-million dollar real estate development.

Sarah has learned the hard way after escaping an abusive relationship that she can’t trust men. But when Mike is snowed in with Sarah on the very piece of land they are both fighting for, she can’t deny the electricity coursing between them.

As for Mike, well, he has no intention of falling in love again after losing his wife in a car crash four years ago — especially not with the one woman who stands between him and his life’s work. Still, something about Sarah Geddes has him realizing that even when they’re snowed in, things can heat up quickly…

Their desire keeps them hot even in the cold of winter, and this time, she won’t be saying no… Soon Sarah realizes it’s not just her home she is in danger of losing to Mike Cavender – it’s her heart.

Snowed In With The Tycoon is a full-length steamy contemporary romance novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shoshanna Evers.

Excerpt:

“I came outside to be alone, Mike, and now you keep trying to delve into my personal life.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I mean—I’m not sorry I’m trying to get to know you better. I’m sorry this happened to you.”
She whirled around in his arms, forcing his hands to drop away from her. “I don’t want you to think you can get away with treating me like shit just because somebody else already did.”
Mike stared at her. “I would never—”
“I’ve grown a lot since I left Jeremy,” she interrupted. “I won’t be treated like that ever again.”
“I would never hurt you,” Mike said.
“If that were true then you wouldn’t be trying to get me to sell my home,” Sarah said. “I should never have told you about Jeremy. I just wanted to stand outside and cool off.”
“You should be beyond cooled off by now,” Mike said. “It’s freezing out here.”
“I’m not cold,” she lied.
“Do you want my coat?” Mike started to take off his wool trench coat but Sarah stopped him.
“I don’t want anything from you.” Sarah turned away when Mike leaned down and grabbed a handful of freshly fallen snow.
“I think I’ve just figured a way to get you to come inside where it’s warm,” he said as he pulled her turtleneck shirt open at the top and stuffed the snow down onto her bare skin. The icy coldness hit her like a blast and trickled down between her breasts.
“What are you, twelve?” she shrieked. She picked up snow and threw it in his handsome face.
He laughed and shook his head like a dog before leaning down to make a quick, loosely packed snowball. “Sorry about that. And this.” He threw the snowball and it hit her in the leg, bursting open on her jeans.
“You are unbelievable,” she muttered as she swung her own snowball right at his head. She didn’t pull any punches like he had done. Her snow ball hit hard.
“Wow, you should have been a baseball player or something,” he said. He rubbed his head and laughed when she used the opportunity to pelt him in the stomach with another ball of snow.
“You started it,” Sarah said as she walked over to him. Her hands were freezing from making snowballs without gloves on. “Hope you don’t mind, I need to warm up my hands.”
She shoved her ice cold hands under his coat and let them slip up under his shirt. Her fingers grazed muscle covered in a fine dusting of hair. Mike inhaled sharply.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sarah said sweetly. “Is it uncomfortable to have something ice cold on your chest?” She ran her hands up to his pecs.
“I get it, I get it,” he said. “I’m sorry I put snow down your shirt.”
“Oh, that’s fine. But this is your penance.” She let her hands linger, absorbing his body heat into her chilled finger tips.
“Okay,” he whispered. He put his hand behind her head and drew her even closer. Sarah looked up into his chocolate brown eyes as he pressed his lips against hers. Even though his lips felt cold, his kiss warmed her.
She opened her mouth and let him in, kissing him back, running her hands up underneath his shirt.
Her bodyclenched in anticipation of something that could never go anywhere—this kiss could never be enough to slake the thirst she felt for Mike.
“I thought you said this was never going to happen again?” she asked.
“I don’t want to think. I just want to kiss.” He opened his coat and wrapped it around her so her body pressed against his. The warmth of the coat covered her like a blanket. It smelled like him—like expensive cologne mixed with something else uniquely Mike.
“Nice coat,” she said against his lips as he gently nipped at her lower lip. She bit back a moan of pleasure.
“You can have it,” he murmured. “You can have anything.”
Sarah pulled away from his kiss and looked at him, the reality of their situation sinking back in. “I want my mother back.”
Mike stopped kissing her and looked back into her eyes. “I know. But keeping the house isn’t the same as keeping your mother.”

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Be Mine: Crashing Down By Cathryn Fox

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CRASHING DOWN

When reckless meets responsible…

Straight A student Kathryn Lane is all work and no play. She’s determined to keep her scholarship, and that means no distractions…until she takes a summer internship at Stone Cliff Resort and meets bad boy Noah Ryan. She knows she should keep her distance—after all he’s not the kind of guy she can bring home to daddy—but his disarming smile and dangerous ways are entirely too tempting.

College dropout, Noah Ryan takes one look at Kathryn and instantly knows her type—ambitious, driven and determined, just like he used to be, before the accident that derailed his life and left him an emotional wreck. He vows to avoid her, but when a co-worker backs him into a bet he can’t refuse, everything he’s been running from is challenged and he’s forced to confront his demons.

Soon, Kathryn and Noah are lost to everything except each other. As their lives become entwined, their passion is reckless, their heat all-consuming but when hurtful truths spill out, can Noah prove himself worthy of the one girl who can heal his wounded heart, or will the fire they ignited turn to ash when it all comes crashing down?

Excerpt:

“You reek of sex.”

Noah Ryan grinned at his buddy Jared, a guy he’d gotten to know over the last couple of years while living and working at Stone Cliff Resort in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. Taking his friend’s ribbing in stride, Noah scrubbed his hands through his disheveled hair, and sank down onto the driftwood next to him, setting his motorcycle helmet at his feet. He let his glance surf over the crowd gathered around the nightly, beachside bonfire. He zeroed in on a cute blonde with big tits and gave Jared a wry smirk. “Not yet I don’t.”

Jared reached into the cooler, pulled out a cold brew and handed it to Noah. “Yeah, well that’s a matter of opinion.”

“Fuck you.” Noah laughed and twisted off the cap, the taste of weed and smoke scratching his dry throat like coarse sandpaper. “How the hell can I reek of sex when I just crawled out of bed, alone?”

Jared shrugged. “Well your bed smells like sex, then.”

Okay, so that was probably true. His bed likely did smell like sex. Sometimes a hard, mindless fuck chased away the chills that had taken up residency inside him since the accident a little over three years ago. Then again, sometimes it didn’t. Sometimes the demons managed to tunnel their way past the wall he’d built despite the warm body next to him.

Noah took a long pull from the bottle, and washed the grit from his throat. Too bad the alcohol did little to drown the pain that blackened his soul. Then again, did he really deserve for it too?

He worked to push all dark thoughts aside, and tried to keep things light. He nudged his friend with his elbow. “Ah, come on, Jared. Don’t be jealous ’cause I’m getting all the play and you’re not.”

Jared waved to Ryan and Bobbie, a couple of locals who just rolled in, before he flicked his beer cap at Noah. “Yeah, well fuck you. I get all the play I need, or I would be if you weren’t always hovering around.” Two well-built dark haired hotties moved in front of them, smiling flirtatiously at Noah. “Christ, Noah, what the hell is it about you?” He clucked his lips and added, “You’re like nectar to the honey bee, my man.”

Laughing, Noah took another swig from the bottle as the cute blonde he’d been eying glanced his way. He caught the mischief in her gaze and pegged her as a local, a rich townie who’d just returned home from university. He knew her type all too well. She’d spend her days lounging on the water with her friends and her nights here at the beach, otherwise known as the Cave, where many of the resort staff and locals alike gathered for a little action. Not that he was judging her. He wasn’t. After all, unlike him she was getting an education and going places.

With exhaustion pulling at him, Noah stretched his arms over his head and stifled a yawn. He hadn’t planned on hanging out with Jared tonight, but since he couldn’t take staring at his ceiling for one more minute, he decided if he couldn’t sleep, he might as well get laid. The little townie gave him a look that said, come get some and his cock twitched, but before he made his move on the blonde, he shifted closer to his friend. He pulled an envelope from his back pocket and slipped it to him, wanting to do this exchange off resort and away from their manager’s, Donald Brake’s, watchful eye.

“Noah…” Jared looked down at the envelope and shook his head. “Shit.” He stole a quick glance around before he shoved the bills into his pocket. “But you were saving…you can’t afford-”

“And you can’t afford not to.” He looked pointedly at the swelling beneath Jared’s bruised eye. Even though he claimed the injury had happened when he fell off the raft during yesterday’s rough, white-water ride down Canyon Run, Noah knew better. Noah pitched his voice low, his words for Jared’s ears only. “You keep fucking with these guys and you’ll lose more than just your job. You know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Jared said gravely, dark eyes cast downward in worry as he rubbed his temples with his thumbs. “Christ I had a straight flush. I never thought I could lose.” He fisted his short-cropped hair and gave a tug. “I mean come on, what are the fucking odds that the other guy beat me with a royal flush?”

“A trillion to one,” Noah said. He didn’t to do the mental math that came so easily to him as he finished off his beer and reached for another, handing one to Jared as well. Even though Jared was as big of a fuck up as he was, the guy was a damn hard worker, and in a few short years had climbed his way up from bellboy to concierge. That job was his life, and Noah wasn’t about to stand around and see that get taken from him.

With his pulse on the action, it was Jared’s job to get to know the guests and see that their needs were being met. What he wasn’t supposed to do was socialize with those guests, or get himself invited to the after hour’s poker game that the resort’s management turned a blind eye to. The high-rolling businessmen, who came to town for the annual weeklong event, weren’t the kind of guys who took kindly to getting stiffed. You owed them money, you paid your debt. One way or another.

Noah’s glance shot to the blonde. Then again who was he too lecture about rules, considering he was about to break one himself. Even when off duty the staff wasn’t supposed to do anything to bring negative attention to the resort, which meant picking up a local for a quick fuck on the rocks was pretty much all kind of wrong.

“I’ll pay you back,” Jared said.

The blonde gave Noah a once over and a satisfied grin. “You just keep yourself out of trouble.”

Jared followed the direction of Noah’s gaze, and when he glimpsed the girl Noah had his sights set on, he shook his head. “You’re one to talk. That girl has trouble written all over her.”

“Good,” Noah said smirking.

“She’s got a boyfriend, Noah,” Jared warned. “And he’s a big bastard.”

“I think you’re mistaken.” Ignoring Jared’s warning, Noah stood and shoved one hand into his pocket, pulling his worn and faded jean lower on his hips, a not so subtle invitation that brought the blonde’s attention right where he wanted it. “I think she’s looking for a little play.”

Jared gave him a look that suggested he was either crazy, or had a death wish, or possibly both. Maybe he was right.

“Yeah? What makes you say that?” Jared asked.

“She wouldn’t be wearing a shirt that showed off her tits if she didn’t want me to look.”

While Jared cursed under his breath, Noah moved through the throng of people. Seconds before he reached blondie some douche bag stepped in front of him to block his path. Noah nudged him with his shoulder, shoving him out of the way. With single-minded determination he moved past him, but when the guy said, “Is there a problem here, pal?” it stopped Noah dead in his tracks.

He turned and sized up the steroid induced mouth breather and shrugged. “Listen dude,” Noah began. “As far as I can tell the only problem here is that you’re standing between me,” he paused to poke his finger in the direction of the girl watching him with big curious eyes, “and her.”

The guy grabbed Noah’s arm, his nostrils flaring as he yanked Noah closer. Even at six feet, Noah had to lift his chin to meet the guy’s eyes. The ogre gripped him tighter, his sausage fingers digging into Noah’s biceps.

Like a wire stretched tight, Noah snapped. “Get the fuck off me.” His skin came alive as he jerked his arm free. Christ, he didn’t like to be touched. Touching made him feel…well, it made him feel.

As old blood-soaked memories clawed their way to the surface, visions of his best friend clutching his arm like it was his lifeline swamped him. But Noah hadn’t been Jonny’s lifeline. Oh no, not at all. Noah was a fuck up, and the sole reason Jonny was dead.

“…Noah,”

He heard Jared saying something, pleading with him, but the words were lost in the foggy haze clouding his mind, riding circles around his brain on the pain that came with remembering.

“Maybe you should listen to your boyfriend,” the ogre said.

Noah laughed in his face. “Maybe you should suck my dick.”

The mouth breather fisted his hands and drew his arm back. Heart racing, Noah stood there, his body braced as he prepared for the pain. Welcomed it.

Deserved it.

Like a hard fuck, sometimes a good punch in the face sent the demons scurrying. For a little while, anyway.

The hit came sure and swift, and Noah’s teeth clashed as he flew backwards toward the water. The damp sandy shore padded his fall, but the cold waves crashing over his body snapped his groggy senses back to life faster than a broken condom. He jumped to his feet and spit a mouth full of blood onto the sand as the primate came at him again, his knuckles practically dragging on the ground.

“Stop it, Alex,” a shrill voice cried out and Noah’s heart sank as the girl he’d been stalking halted the fight. Jesus, he’d wanted that next blow. Craved it. Noah wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as blondie pounded her fists into Alex’s chest.

Fuck if Jared hadn’t been right. Blondie did have a boyfriend, and the big bastard’s name was Alex.

Alex grabbed the girl’s hands, and pinned them to her sides. She squirmed and fought against him, the back of her shirt lifting to show a tramp stamp that Noah was certain her good folks knew nothing about. Damned if she wasn’t just the girl he needed tonight.

“Stay out of this, Dara,” the ape named Alex warned.

Noah took a threatening step toward Alex. “Take your fucking hands off her.”

“Noah,” Jared warned again as the crowd gathered around them. The bonfire burned bright, the fiery embers sparking like angry fireflies in the dark night sky, casting a flickering spotlight on the scene playing out before them. “You start this shit again, and Donald won’t give you any more chances,” he bit out harshly, but Noah was too far gone, too far down the road filled with blood and bad memories to walk away.

“I didn’t start it.” He swiped his tongue over his swollen lip and jutted his chin toward Alex. “He did. I’m just going to finish it.”

Bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.

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Be Mine: Jan Springer’s Marley’s Menage

Be Mine: Ten Erotic Romances For Valentine’s Day is going strong in the rankings! Thanks to everyone who is preordering! I’ve shared a snippet of Heat Wave, my story in the collection, and today I have a sneak peak into Jan Springer’s Marley’s Menage. If you haven’t entered the rafflecopter contest, please do at the bottom of this blog. Enjoy!

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Single soon-to-be mom Marley Madison has had some wicked cravings in her day, but being pregnant has made her cravings downright…naughty. She wants a ménage and she needs it bad. When she gets word her local swinger’s club is having a ménage night specifically for pregnant women, count her in! Marley’s ex-flames Rick Antonia and Kacey Poole have just gotten back to town after serving in the Special Ops for many years. When the two men spot Marley at the Key Club, they can’t believe how much she’s changed. Her sweetly rounded belly arouses them to no end and her curvy breasts intrigue them. They want her back in their bed and they’re going to make sure her dream of a scorching ménage comes true! Suddenly Marley is pleasure bound and shocked that her two ex-lovers are as passionate as ever. She’s never been so aroused by their caring touches and tender kisses…but Marley was in love with them years ago and she’s vowed not to let that complication happen again…

Excerpt

“I’m proud of you, little sis. You wanted a baby without a man, and you went for it. You want a ménage while pregnant and I am giving you the go-ahead. I heard the Key Club is having a Baby Bump Ménage evening for pregnant women and for the men who have pregnancy fetishes. Since Jaxie has trained all and any male participants fascinated in having sex with a pregnant woman, you might be interested in putting your name in. Sex with complete strangers might scratch the itch, so to speak. Do you still have a membership with the Club?”

Marley nodded and laughed. “Who doesn’t in this town? But yeah, sure, I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t think too long. It’s tomorrow night and it only comes around every few months. It would be the safest route, because we all know how Jaxie loves to screen her members for sexually transmitted diseases, crazies and such. And it’s no strings, just the way you like it. If you decide to go for it, tell Jaxie to call me and I’ll give her the go- ahead to allow you to participate.”

No strings. Yes, she’d like that. Marley hadn’t had any problems with the guys she’d had casual sex with at the Key Club on other occasions. She just hadn’t had a ménage in awhile. Actually not since…pain lashed through her as memories of two of the sexiest men she’d ever known came to mind. She clamped down on the unwanted memories from her past. She didn’t want to go there. It would just ruin her mood. But she sure did have a need to feel a couple of men’s tender hands caressing her newly formed curves.

Bio

New York Times & USA Today Best Selling Author Jan Springer writes erotic romances for Spunky Girl Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Totally Bound, Siren Bookstrand and Pocket Books. She lives in Ontario, Canada on four acres of secluded wilderness. Jan enjoys gardening, hiking, kayaking, reading and writing. She is a member of the Writers Union of Canada and Romance Writers of America.

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~Ten Complete Stories, Professionally Formatted, Limited Release~

Snowed in With the Tycoonby Shoshanna Evers
When they get snowed in together on the same piece of land they’re each fighting for, unexpected desire sparks.

Wrong Bride†by Geri Foster
Short, sexy, fun…

Crashing Down†by Cathryn Fox
Will the fire they created turn to ash when truths come spilling out?

Eternal Ever After†by A.C. James
BDSM and HOT alpha Vampires… Oh, my!

The Erotic Dark (A BDSM Erotica Novel)†by Nina Lane
A downright dirty book!

Stay the Night: A Navy Seal Erotic Romance†by Caridad Pineiro

He was the kind of man that every woman would want . . .

Marley’s MÈnage†by Jan Springer
Single, soon-to-be mom, Marley Madison’s latest cravings are downright…naughty. She wants a menage, and she needs it bad.

Heat Wave†by Denise A. Agnew
He’s one hot man she can’t resist

Romance Quickies (Encounter 2)†by Monique DuBois
Brooke is determined to have a one-night stand, but will the sexy stranger let her ride him on the subway?

Morgan’s Match†by Krystal Shannan
The biggest catch to being a matchmaker…you can’t work a spell on yourself.

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