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Spotlight #2 on Monica Corwin

As I said in the first Breathless Press spotlight today, author Monica Corwin has THREE books releasing from Breathless this month! The second spotlight today is the second of those books. 

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The Queen of Hearts is tasked with a mission she cannot refuse. Assassinate one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy—her former lover.

Rebecca, once called The Queen of Hearts, is the most feared assassin in the galaxy. Released from the Red Queen’s prison, she takes one last job in order to collect the bounty and flee to the edge of the verse. The cards are flipped into the air when she finds March at the end of her blade.

March, codenamed The Ace of Hearts, was Rebecca’s friend, lover, and partner. Believing her dead, he launches a revolution against the regime who took her from him five years ago.

Can she overcome the time they spent apart and the torment she endured during her incarceration to claim vengeance against those who wronged them both?

EXCERPT:

The door creaked open as if the hinges hadn’t been tended in sometime. No one had real doors anymore. Most buildings had a retractable atom field designed to recognize specific people. A real door was an unexpected novelty and made things much easier.

The main room displaying a plethora of colorful headpieces sat devoid of life. A tea room took up space in the back so she squeezed through the small opening and found a handful of tables. One man sat on a thick wood stool with a hat and a tea cup before him. He wore black clothing, and his long brown hair fell halfway down his back with a red ribbon tied in the center.

She approached carefully, intent on not startling him. No honor was served in a backstabbing, either for the victim or the killer.

He set the glass down with a clink but didn’t turn. “I’ve been expecting you.” His voice sounded deep and rich like dark, hot chocolate.

“Well, then please turn and face me like a man.”

The man stood and turned. Before her stood a ghost. Even if he’d been marked for death, she wouldn’t kill him while he wore someone else’s face.

Paint the Roses Red is available from Breathless Press.

BIO:

Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who believes romance is for everyone no matter their preferences. Displaced in Central Pennsylvania, Monica Corwin attempts to spend her days writing away in her home by the river. In reality she chases around a toddler and writes when she can. In her free time she drinks entirely too much coffee and collects tomes on King Arthur. Monica Corwin has over thirteen published works from publishers such as Crimson Romance and Cleis Press. You can find her on the web at www.monicacorwin.com

Breathless Press 5th Birthday

 

In August, Breathless Press is turning 5!  To celebrate we are releasing a limited edition Hardcover collection of our special birthday Wonderland Tales and to make sure that you’re able to indulge in a little birthday fun, we are also having a month long 50% off sale across our site (www.breathlesspress.com).

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Finally, 3 lucky winners could win prizes in our birthday giveaway through Rafflecopter!

5th Birthday Rafflecopter Giveaway

1st Prize: 1 x Limited Edition Hardcover copy of our birthda Wonderland Tales, a $20 Amazon GC and a $5 Breathless Press GC.

2nd Prize: Paperback print edition of our birthday Wonderland Tales, a $10 Amazon GC and a $5 Breathless Press GC

3rd Prize: A paperback print edition of our birthday Wonderland Tales, a $5 Amazon GC and a $3 Breathless Press GC

Spotlight on Edie Hart

The second spotlight today is on Breathless Press author Edie Hart. And remember, Breathless Press is celebrating their fifth anniversary all month, including a great giveaway. Just click on the picture below to enter. Welcome!

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After Lexi witnesses a murder, she becomes a target for a cold-blooded killer. Will Burg, the detective assigned to her case, be able to keep her safe?

While checking out a house for a showing, realtor Alexandria Edwards stumbles upon a savage slaying. Now witness to a murder, she soon becomes the target of a cold-blooded killer.

Jonathan Burgess, Lexi’s brother’s best friend, is the detective assigned to protect the sexy blonde. Burg has always thought of Lexi as a little sister, but seeing her all grown up has turned his innocent thoughts into forbidden fantasies. Will Burg be able to keep Lexi safe while also keeping his growing feelings for her in check?

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With one swoop, Burg lifted her in his arms. She made a squeaking noise and grabbed hold of his neck. Her softness smelled of wildflowers in the sunshine. Smiling, he shouldered the front door open. “Which way to your bedroom?”

“Down the hall and to the left.”

He made his way through the kitchen, past soft pastel furnishings in the living room, and down the hall to her bedroom, which was decorated in varying shades of blue.

He set her gently on the bed. “Where are the clothes you think you want to wear?”

“In the closet and in that dresser over there.” She pointed at a mirrored dresser in the corner. “Top drawer.”

Burg went to the dresser and pulled out matching lacy panties and a bra. Skimpy, lacy panties and bra. Perspiration beaded across his upper lip. Jesus, everything about this woman is hot.

He set the underwear on the bed then went to the closet. “Which outfit do you want?” he asked, turning to her.

“That black skirt there.” She pointed. “And the black blouse next to it.”

Burg pulled the clothing out of the closet. Then after placed the clothing on the bed, he went into the living room to wait. “Let me know if you need any help,” he called out.

Wandering around the living room, Burg went from picture to picture, watching Lexi and Nate grow. In one picture, a very young Lexi sat next to a little girl that looked almost exactly like her, except the other child had green eyes instead of blue.

Burg heard a small moan coming from the bedroom. He stood outside the door and called out, “Do you need help?”

“I don’t want you to see me in my underwear.”

“You’re like a little sister to me,” he said, knowing she was not like his sister at all. Also knowing his feelings for her were not brotherly in any way. He slowly pushed the door open.

“Like a sister?” Clutching the hospital gown to her chest, she searched his face.

“Like a sister. Scout’s honor,” he said, lifting two fingers.

“Come around behind me.” With one hand still clutching the gown, she reached for her bra with the other. “No peeking. I’ll put it on, and you just fasten it for me.”

Burg moved and sat behind her on the bed.

She glanced over her shoulder. “Are you peeking?”

“Nope.” His breath fanned the stray hairs that had become loose from her ponytail along her neck. Burg had the sudden urge to kiss along the path the hair followed.

She shivered and fumbled with the bra and gown, attempting to keep herself covered from view while putting on the bra.

She managed to get the straps halfway up her arms but was unable to get them over her shoulders.

Burg grasped the straps and settled them over her shoulders, trying hard not to look at the sides and tops of her breasts that became exposed before the bra was in place. Who was he kidding? They were the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. He wondered if her nipples were a rosy red like her lips or more of a pink color.

“Burg?”

“Um, yeah?” A couple of small freckles dotted her shoulders, and she smelled like flowers in the spring.

“Could you please fasten it for me?”

“Uh, sure.” He managed to get her bra fastened after only one try, which he thought was pretty good considering how much of a distraction she was.

After grabbing the blouse they had picked out, Burg came around to face her again. He held out a sleeve and helped her slide her arm into it. Pulling the shirt around her, he helped her put her other arm in the sleeve and slid it up and over her shoulders. He dropped his gaze and glimpsed her breasts spilling out the top of her bra. It was the most glorious sight he’d ever seen.

Clearing his throat, he made a point to look at her from the neck up. “You…ah…want me to help with the buttons?”

She managed to button the bottom of the shirt, but the top two buttons were left undone, leaving her bra and the tops of her beautiful breasts exposed. “Yes, please.”

He fingered the top of her shirt and lightly brushed the skin above her breasts. Lust coursed through him, leaving him shaky.

She drew in a breath. Pretending that nothing out of the ordinary was happening, he forced his fingers to button her shirt without laying her flat on the bed and kissing her senseless the way he ached to do.

Taking a little extra time and making sure to brush his fingers across the pulse on her throat, he straightened her collar. “There you go, sis.”

Available from Breathless Press

BIO:

Edie Hart was born in the Northwest suburbs of Chicago. She still resides there with her husband, two children, dog, and three cats. She has been making up stories in her head her entire life and has finally decided to put them in print.

Edie is a true romantic at heart and believes that everyone deserves to be loved unconditionally—including the stubborn alpha heroes she writes about. Be sure to check out One Bad Day, the first book in the One Day series, available now from Breathless Press.

Spotlight on Sally Max

It’s Breathless Press Day again, and today’s first spotlight author is Sally Max. And Breathless Press is celebrating their fifth anniversary!  They have a great giveaway going on all month, so click the graphic below to enter. Welcome! 

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Lousy Magnet

(M/M Novella)

A Fun Spaceship Romp!

Direct Buy Links: (Available August 1st, 2014):

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All Romance Ebooks

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Blurb:

A fledgling romance separated by over 790 million miles isn’t Lee’s worst problem. His best friend turned secret lover wants to keep their relationship hidden. On a surprise visit home to mars, can Lee convince his boyfriend that he is worth taking a chance on?

Lee and Clint haven’t seen each other in over two years. Ever since Clint was deployed to Saturn’s moon Titan, their communication consisted of short emails and spotty voice messages.

The last leave home didn’t leave good memories. Culminating in a confused and livid family, and the relationship remaining concealed.

This time can Lee and Clint keep their hands off each other long enough to solve their festering issues?  Or will the past replay itself and Lee will be left broken-hearted and alone… again.

 

Author Bio:

After not being able to answer, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” when she was little, Sally Max decided she wouldn’t settle on just one profession.  Instead, she lives vicariously through her characters on the page, and gets a taste of every possible scenario she can imagine.

Sally Max currently resides in central Florida with her fiancé and a rambunctious black and white tuxedo kitty.

See what Sally is up to at www.sallymax.com

 

Excerpt:

“It’s been too long.” Dolly smiled at him across the table. “What has it been, two years?” She must have realized the last time they had seen each other happened to be the same day her brother had shipped out. Glancing down, as if suddenly aware she had brought up a touchy subject, she fidgeted. Lee hadn’t wanted him to go.

Twenty-two months, two weeks, a handful of days, but who’s counting—

“Something like that,” Lee tried to smile for her but couldn’t make it go to his eyes. Instead, he just settled for a half-crooked grin that he hoped she would read as sincere. “Are you in town long?”

“You want to get rid of me?” Dolly teased, placing her hand on his.

Looking down at her small pixie-like hands, Lee realized they were just smaller versions of Clint’s hands. The nail beds were the same size and shape. Even her cuticles were identical. Clint’s hands were probably calloused and rough from his time away. When Lee looked up at her face, all he could see were Clint’s eyes. How didn’t he know that they had the same eyes? The blue of Earth’s oceans matched in those two small globes. A pang of emotion swept over him and knotted in his stomach. He couldn’t identify what it was. Regret? Longing? Sorrow?

“What’s wrong?” Her soft southern drawl that she would never be rid of seeped out of her words. The same drawl that flowed from Clint’s tongue every time they video messaged.

Tears sprang to his eyes. Lee would never call himself an emotional man, but at that second in time, he missed Clint with body, heart, soul, mind—every bit of his being. It went beyond reason, as the only thing he longed for in the universe was a hug from his fair-haired officer.

“You miss him that much, don’t you?” Dolly asked as though reading his mind.

Lee coughed and blinked furiously. “Excuse me?”

“Lee Louis Love, I’ve known you since you couldn’t pronounce my last name correctly and called me Dolly Wafers instead of Waters. We went to first grade together. I can tell how much you miss him.” She started playing with her fork, then added softly, “We all do.”

“I…” Lee didn’t know what to say. Dolly was one of his best friends growing up, but he had never truly discussed his relationships with her. Clint and his affair needed to remain a secret. “So, what brings you to the Moon? I was a little surprised to hear from you.”

“Truthfully?” Dolly asked. The waitress returned with Dolly’s Coke and a Moon brand beer that was fairly common around the dome.

“Of course.”  Lee said.

“You.”

A bit of beer went down the wrong pipe, and Lee started coughing. His face felt warm, as he hacked into his hand.

“Excuse me?” he croaked out between sputters.

“I know you are in love with Clint.”

Special Guest Raine Delight

My sincere apologies to Raine. This post was supposed to go live yesterday, and due to a blog glitch, that didn’t happen. 

 

  1. What’s the strangest thing that’s inspired one of your stories?

RD: A science article on what would happen if gamma rays from deep space hit earth and what would happen to the planet. *grins* that kicked off my Space Pirate Futuristic/Sci Fi story I am slowly working on.

 

  1. Tell us about your latest book.

RD: My latest story is a free read I had in an anthology a bunch of us indie published. Moonlight Masquerade is only one of two M/M Stories I wrote and it tells the tale of a man who works long hours, has a secret admirer and just about hates Valentine’s Day. Needless to say the days leading up to Valentine’s Day leave Skylar in a knot.

 

  1. Is there a plot you’ve always wanted to write but haven’t been able to yet?

RD: I always wanted to do a sweeping fantasy story complete with mages, elves and magic. J Hoping to do that in the future.

 

  1. What books do you have available now (title and publisher)?

RD: Currently I have six books out with Secret Cravings Publishing. Five are my Devon Falls Series (Paranormal Erotic Romance) and one stand alone title.

The Devon Falls Series includes:

1- Sticky Magic

2- Red Hot Magic

3- Fiery Magic

4- Haunting Magic

5- Moonlight & Magic

They can be read as a stand alone book but I have a sub-plot that winds its way through the five books so I would read them in order.

My stand alone book available as well is called Fantasies Unbound, paranormal erotic romance.

 

  1. What books do you have coming soon?

RD: I am currently working on formatting Moonlight Masquerade for Amazon, Smashwords and Are then I am cleaning up a short story for submission as well. I am hoping to get back into writing now that things have calmed down here at home.

 

  1. What’s your favorite thing to drink while you’re writing?

RD: It’s coffee in the morning, and then I switch to green tea or Pepsi in the afternoon, water in evening.

 

  1. What genre are most of your stories? Why did you choose that genre?

RD: Paranormal Erotic Romance. I love the fluidness of the paranormal genre. You can have shifters, mages, vampires and elves run amuck and I love the genre.

 

  1. Which author have you always wanted to meet and why?

RD: If I could, I would love to meet Nora Roberts or Sherryl Woods. They create some amazing stories out there and I love reading their books, sometimes multiple times.

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Moonlight Masquerade by Raine Delight

Contemporary M/M Short Story

Buy links coming later in the week

Author Note: Moonlight Masquerade was formally in the anthology, On Valentine’s Day

It’s Valentine’s weekend and for Skylar Everclear, it’s a holiday he wishes he could forget.Mysterious roses keep popping up on his doorstep. No idea what is going, a little disturbed by this secret admirer, he tries to forget it all since he just got rid of the latest line of loser boyfriends and just wants to do his job at the local bakery. But when he meets his new neighbor, Marc Douglas, he finds himself drawn to the quiet young man even as he tries to not let his libido take over. But on Valentine’s Day, a mysterious rose again pops up with a note to meet his admirer that night. Will Skylar take a chance that love is right there waiting for him?

Short teaser:

Skylar opened his door and groaned. Another damn rose was lying on his doormat. It made him wary that he had no idea who was doing this but every freaking night this week he either came home to a rose on his porch or opened the door to one. It was enough to feel creeped out now. He looked around, seeing no one, shut the door with a soft click and leaned against the door in despair. It has been three months since he threw out his lover, Saul, after catching him fucking some other guy after one of the numerous block parties the neighborhood held in the summer and autumn months and frankly he didn’t know what to do anymore. All he did was work, sleep and work some more. He always seemed to pick those guys who are bound to break his heart.

“I must have ‘Loser’ tattooed on my forehead the last few years.” Skylar muttered to himself.  “Why can’t I find a nice guy for once? One who won’t lie, cheat or steal and break my heart by telling me I wasn’t good enough for them.” Sighing, Skylar grabbed his backpack, keys and cell phone as he hurried to get ready for work. As a baker in the local bakery, his day started earlier than many others. With Valentine’s around the corner, he was working longer than normal hours. He was in the bakery at four in the morning and not coming home till almost five at night some days. It made for hellish days but he enjoyed what he did. Plus he enjoyed seeing people enjoy his desserts and hey, the paycheck after days like this made a nice chunk of change in his bank account. His mind on what items he needed to get done for the next few days, he opened then shut his door, locked it and made sure to pick up the rose before he stepped all over it, crushing the fragile blooms. As he turned and walked to his car, he wondered who his mysterious admirer was.

 

Author Bio and Links

Raine Delight loves to be pampered by her harem of men that exist solely for her pleasure. Wait…..that was in a movie she saw. Hey, she can dream. J Raine loves to fight with her muse, attack her manuscripts and find a way to silence the many voices in her head. Inspiration hits at odd times and for Raine, a blank word document page gives her many possibilities on story ideas.  Living with her two kids, a significant other who supports her every move in writing and doesn’t seem to mind she gets up at 2 am to type away on the computer. With a love for Johnny Depp, movies and 80’s hair bands, Raine finds a way to bring all her chaotic thoughts into a story that tells her readers about love and romance.

Where to find her online:

Website: http://authorrainedelight.com

Blog: http://authorrainedelight.wordpres.com

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/author.rainedelight?ref=tn_tnmn

Romance Reviews Author Page: http://glbt.theromancereviews.com/mypageprofile.php?location=RaineDelight07

Publisher:

Secret Cravings Publishing: www.secretcravingspublishing.com

 

Spotlight on Kirsten S. Blacketer

Our second Breathless Press spotlight today is author Kirsten S. Blacketer, who also has two releases this month. Welcome and congratulations!

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Torn between duty and desire, a knight and his lady must decide if their love is worth the price of treason.

Madeline Campbell has been whisked away from her uncle’s barony to be reunited with her family in the Scottish Highlands. Her happy reunion quickly sours when she realizes her father intends to present her as a bride to the winner of the Highland Tournament. With no one to turn to for comfort or guidance, Madeline chooses to do her duty to her clan as well as her father and marry the winner.

An English knight has no place on Scottish soil, but Alexander must complete the mission with which he was tasked. Find Madeline and ensure her safety. When he finds her, he must decide between his honorable duty and his love for Madeline.

No one can deny their attraction and their desire for one another, but when it sparks jealousy in the other clansmen, they have no alternative but to run. Secrets emerge from the shadows of the past and threaten to tear their happiness apart. How can one choose between their duty and their heart?

Buy link- A Shadow’s Kiss

 

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Katie never expected her impromptu vacation at her best friend’s dude ranch to have such glorious scenery…or tight wrangler clad cowboys.

Frustrated over losing her job, Katie accepts her best friend’s invitation to spend a few weeks at their dude ranch in Wyoming. She never expected the stampede of desire when she caught a glimpse of her first authentic cowboy. Her mind immediately wondered what the handsome cowboy hid beneath his dusty wranglers. Katie never expected to find a man, let alone one whose kisses turned her limbs into jello. Can she return to her life in the city and leave the charming cowboy behind?

Buy link- A Cowboy Sunrise

 

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Stick Kirsten S. Blacketer in the middle of a chaotic home with two children, a hyperactive dog, and a camouflage wearing husband, and she can cook and clean with the best of them. But when the sun goes down and the children are nestled in bed fast asleep, she tucks away her pots and broom and like Cinderella she transforms.

Her characters creep forth from the dark recesses of her mind taking their places in the castles and forests built from her words. No simpering heroines linger there with forlorn gazes turned to the horizon, waiting for their Prince Charming. They straighten their spine, arming themselves with blade and bow, prepared to do their part in defense of their honor and destiny. She breathes life into the women she believes our ancestors to be, showing how they lived and loved with passion and grace.

Never bored by the tales still left to tell, she battles the ever sarcastic muse in her quest for romance.

Spotlight on K.E. Shade

It’s Breathless Press day today, and the first spotlight is on author K.E. Shade, who has TWO new releases this month! Congratulations, and welcome!

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In order for Adele to find her one true mate, she’s got to learn to see beyond the veil of vain beauty.

Adele lives a privileged life. High in the great oak that is her kind’s home, the pixie does as she pleases including playing cruel pranks on the wingless sprites who dwell in the tree. When one of the Council of Eight decides Adele needs to be taught a lesson, the pixie is cast down into the world of the sprite. Without the finery that made her one of the privileged of the society, Adele must find the meaning of true beauty and what love entails, or be cast out forever.

Buy Link – Her Beauty Within

 

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When Ella realizes that her mysterious guest, Travis, has a deadly past, she has to come to terms that it may just be the cause of her husband’s untimely death.

Ella Gilby lost her husband to the perils of living in the wilderness of the new frontier. When her son finds a wounded man in the barn, she does what any Christian woman would do for a needy soul. She takes him in until he’s able to move on, but never expects the attraction to blossom between them.

Buy Link – An Outlaw in Her Bed

 

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K. E. Shade is multi-published author Kastil Eavenshade in disguise pandering her romantic shenanigans. When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties, she’s dreaming up her next heart-beating tale. No period in history—past, present, or future—is safe from the clutches of her muse. Her passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh Penguins hockey. She credits her parents for her free spirit as they’ve always supported her in every aspect of her life. Without them, she wouldn’t be here.

Visit her at her website.

Special Guest Kimber Vale

I’m part of the Absolute Write Erotic Author blog hop, and today’s Kimber Vale’s turn on my blog. After you read here, be sure to check out my interview yesterday on Kate Lowell’s blog, and for a master list of all participants, visit Crane Hana’s blog.

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Have you ever written outside the romance genre? If not, do you ever plan to? 

I’ve written horror shorts under my real name and had them published with small presses. My first serious writing endeavor was a (yet unfinished) 140,000 word paranormal young adult. I like flexing my writing muscles and will probably write a non-romance novel or two in the future. Currently, I’m having a ton of fun writing MM romance, though, and I’m sticking here for now simply because I have way too many books planned to go off on another tangent.

Do you have a favorite character out of all the ones you’ve written?

It’s usually my most recent MC.  At the moment, my boy Kyrie from my upcoming August 18th release, “Hard Act to Follow,” is my favorite. He’s a funny, flamboyant actor who had a bit part in my last Shooting Stars book, “Double Takes.” Kyrie insisted he get his time in the spotlight, and he and Greg have definitely stolen my heart. I plan to revisit them both for another book, “The Second Coming of Kyrie.” Just kidding. That won’t be the title. 😉

What do you hate about being an author?

I’d say the thing I dislike most is budgeting my time. Friends and family don’t tend to see writing as a real job, and I have a hard time saying no to people even when I’m busy with writing deadlines. It’s real! I’m not screwing around jerking off to porn all day, people! Okay, maybe a small portion of the day, but that’s research, damn it!

What inspires you?

Music, no doubt. Also showers, apparently, as I tend to get good ideas while getting clean. I should do it more often.

How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?

The same way I celebrate everything—sushi and alcohol.

If you had to include a soundtrack with one of your books, give us the book title and three tracks that would be on that soundtrack.

I’m going to go with my next release again. I have a lengthy Spotify playlist for “Hard Act to Follow,” but I’ll pick the three I think best fit.

Call and Answer by Bare Naked Ladies  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xS8XLMxeWLk

Sleeping with a Friend by Neon Trees  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BB7R0ZY9w94

Where Did the Party Go? by Fall Out Boy  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9hESWfeXG0

How hard is the editing process?

I’m rather anal about this, so it burns. It burns!!!!  My eyes, that is, not my anus.

Have you ever tested out one of your sex scenes on your significant other?

Yes indeedy. In my first Shooting Stars book, “Forever is Now,” Chance has a bit of fun with a bottle of tequila during a sex scene. My husband served as my guinea pig (anything for a BJ!) and was kind enough to give me Alex’s line about feeling like his dick just did a shot. In turn, I was kind enough to supply the happy ending. At least I got a swallow of tequila out of the deal.

What’s your favorite font?

Oh, wing dings, for sure. They really up the editing ante.

What’s your signature cocktail? 

Jack Daniel’s. I’m freakin’ fancy. I even stick my pinkie up sometimes (more frequently my middle finger, especially after a few fancy cocktails, but you know how it is).

 

Bio:

K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kimber-Vale/311761975532531?ref=hl and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at http://www.authorkimbervale.com.

Kimber on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kimber-Vale/e/B006HMAY06/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1403746544&sr=8-2-ent

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Blurb for Double Takes: Shooting Stars 2:

Ah, the life of a rock star. Everyone thinks it’s nothing but sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

Not for Giovanni Savale.

For the lead singer of Three Deaf Mice, a band that reached its pinnacle in the late nineties, it’s nothing but an ugly divorce with a custody battle, money trouble, and now the nightmare exposure of starring in a reality television show. When his producer decides to cash in on an infamous interview Gio did years ago, and give the self-confessed bisexual rocker an onscreen boyfriend, things really hit the fan. Gio is certain his sexual experimentation back in his drug-abusing days meant nothing — after all he’s been married for nine years, clean and sober for nearly as long, and he has a son. And Gio is not remotely attracted to Kyrie, the funny, flamboyant actor they choose for his love interest. Of course, Lance Garrett, the mysterious and sexy owner of the local antique shop, Double Takes, is a whole different story. The guy has Gio planning out a future he never imagined. With the threat of losing all custody of his ten-year-old son, ghosts from the past returning for revenge, and the cameras rolling, can Gio keep his head above water and his heart from getting broken?

 

 

Special Guest Maryn Blackburn

Welcoming fellow Loose Id author Maryn Blackburn today. Thanks for stopping by!

Thanks for having me, Karenna. (My mom would be so pleased I remembered my manners.) I’m Maryn Blackburn, author of Brick by Brick, a ménage à trois novel published by Loose Id. Here’s what it’s about:

Natalie and her husband James, who runs a Tucson masonry firm, are happy enough despite business being in a continued slump. After nearly a decade, their sex life has less spark than it once did. They’ve idly talked about a threesome, although they cannot imagine who (or how) they could ask. It’s a spicy fantasy until the night they attend a party where handsome actor Gage Strickland needs another guy to rescue him from his adoring fans, all of them women.

After two bottles of first-rate wine, their fantasy becomes a reality, but not the one Natalie imagined. She is not the object of two adoring men, one of them faceless and conveniently disappearing when the loving’s done. Instead, the other man is the gorgeous Gage, he’s the one in the middle–and what does that make James?

Because she loves her husband, she accepts his new reality. Their intimacy is refreshed, their needs like newlyweds’ as the days pass waiting for Gage’s call, until they can only conclude he never will. They were a one-night stand.

Gage does return, seeking not just sex but a relationship, although he has no idea how they work. He has his reasons for choosing sex with strangers in the past, since they’ve been eager to do what Gage wants for the bragging rights. Now he’s inclined to leave at the first sign of trouble rather than working through it.

Tripped up by Gage, the ménage stumbles often but continues. Natalie soon fears her James prefers Gage over her. There’s one thing Gage won’t do in the bedroom, but is her willingness enough to hold onto her husband? Or will Gage sabotage the whole thing before they reach that point?

I hope I haven’t told too much, but it’s probably like telling you Dorothy makes it back from Oz. You know how it’s going to play out, just not the details. Like Mom said, the adventure is in the journey, not the destination.

Oh, and the one question which will come up? Yes, Gage is based on a real actor, although it doesn’t matter who. But know this: A book that starts out as the worst sort of fan fiction, imagining your life intersecting with an actor’s and what might happen next, can become something richly complete and entirely free of him and yourself. I actually prefer Gage to the man he’s based on, since I got to mold him. The actor refuses to let me do the same for him, as if he had the right to control his own life. Imagine that!

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Interview with the Characters:

 

Interviewer: What is it that drew you all toward a threesome?

 

Natalie: Have you seen Gage? My god, the man’s handsome. I remember feeling aroused the first time I saw him, although at the time James was the only one I I thought would benefit.

James: That would have been great, but what happened was better. Who doesn’t get a rush from something new? Plus Natalie’s right. Gage has the kind of bone structure the camera loves, and he takes care of himself. So at first it was just animal attraction.

Gage: Shut up, both of you. Polished rock in a fancy box.

 

Interviewer: Oh, you’re modest, then?

 

Gage: No, I’m kind of vain, but I know physical attraction only goes so far. If you’re a handsome son of a bitch who’s selfish or mean, any relationship is doomed. Well, unless you’re happy with a door mat glad to have the mud off your shoes. None of the outside matters. It’s who you are inside.

James: “It’s who you are inside”–and I’ve been inside. Very nice.

Natalie: James!

James: Relax. They know already. That’s part of why they want to read about it.

Natalie: Looks are for the early part, before you have more to go on. The two men I’ve been in love with? I don’t even see them as they really look, which is a shame. The fact that I love them makes them attractive to me. I’m going to want these two when they’re losing their hair and sporting beer bellies, I imagine.

Gage: Yeah? Not that I plan to get fat or lose my hair, but who does?

James: I do. I couldn’t believe how a few weeks off equals a few pounds on. I should be laying brick for the exercise alone.

Natalie: Or giving up beer.

Gage: Like that’s going to happen.

 

Interviewer: What are some of the challenges of a three-way relationship?

 

James: People don’t get it, or they don’t approve. With strangers, you try not to care. Fuck ’em, right? But you can’t adopt that attitude with family. My twin brother was a total dick at first. And the people you work with look at you funny, although since I own the business, they don’t say anything. They may have to accept it, but they don’t have to like it.

Gage: I really worried my career would take a hit. What if they only sent my agent scripts with a bisexual or gay character? But so far, both the industry and my fans seem to be all right with it. And the press gave me fifteen minutes of the spotlight then moved on to somebody else. There’s no shortage of celebrities doing shocking things, huh?

Natalie: Being in a committed relationship probably helps everyone get over it. People approve of love.

James: It’s pretty hard to come down on the other side of that. It’s like opposing good health.

 

Interviewer: So being in love means it’s been smooth sailing, for the most part?

 

Natalie: Hardly. Three people means three times the problems. Jealousy, that was a big one for me. This new guy’s handsome and rich and not the same old thing. Just try to compete with that.

Gage: I didn’t even know it was a competition, much less that she thought I was ahead.

James: I never stopped loving you, Nat. You know that.

Natalie: Well, now I do. At the time, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to share you.

 

Interviewer: And now you do?

 

Natalie: And now I can.

James: I’m not the linchpin here. Nobody is. We all share ourselves with the other two.

Gage: Don’t ask me to share the dinosaur mug. That’s mine and Natalie’s.

 

Interviewer: There’s an inside joke here?

 

Gage: Yes. Can I?

Natalie: Go ahead.

James: I don’t know what either one of you is talking about.

Gage: So listen and you will. There’s this cup, with a dinosaur attached to the bottom, inside. It’s cute.

James: Oh, that. It’s juvenile.

Gage: Which is why you never use it. So Natalie’s always the last one who used it, and that’s why I like to choose it. Which is also juvenile.

Natalie: But sweet. It really is. Why don’t you say things like that, James?

James: I don’t have to. I love you, and I buy you waffles.

 

Interviewer: Another inside joke?

 

James: Yeah, but it won’t be funny to anybody else. Let it go.

Natalie: Good idea, but maybe we should go out to breakfast.

Gage: Fruit plate for me. My agent says I’m getting fat.

James: He’s wrong.

 

Interviewer: Your images on the cover suggest you’re all in great shape. Any workout or diet tips?

 

James: Lay brick for six to ten hours a day, five days a week, sometimes six, and eat whatever you want. Also, I was sucking it in a little.

Natalie: Keep your curves covered in dark clothes and hide between two guys who are buff?

Gage: Oh, stop. Natalie’s body is how women are supposed to be shaped, as round and full as a great wine. Look, she’s blushing. My tip is eat less than you want and put yourself in the hands of the most sadistic personal trainer you can find a couple months before filming starts.

Natalie: And get yourself an agent who knows you’re a pro who will be in shape when it’s needed?

Gage: Yeah, that, when your contract is up.

 

Interviewer: So, back to the threesome. What smaller problems does a ménage present?

 

Natalie: Even with a big bed, somebody’s in the middle and can’t control how much of the covers is on them. Usually it’s me.

James: Poor Natalie, suffering so much. Here’s one: It’s hard to agree on what you’re going to do, whether it’s a movie or what to make for dinner. Pleasing three is way harder than two. We’ve given up on trying to pick the restaurant. Gage does that.

Gage: I’m still trying to strong-arm them into letting me set up a vacation. They don’t have passports, which puts a crimp in it. Small problems? There’s never enough coffee for three. I always need to make another pot, but then we waste it. Half-pots never come out right.

James: You suffer nearly as much as Nat with her covers.

Natalie: Tragic. I’m really aware–we all are–how trivial our problems are. I don’t want us to seem all smug fussing over the blankets and coffee and vacations when people face real crises every day with courage and grace. We know we’re so very lucky.

Gage: See why we love her?

James: How could I not?

 

EXCERPT from Brick by Brick:

“You’re an actor too?” Gage sat straighter, his expression freshly attentive.

I rarely saw James flush with pride, not even when customers gushed about his artistic masonry. “Just TV ads.” He drank. “None lately.” He lifted himself from the recliner with a little groan, then added another log to the fire and prodded it to life.

“They still show his cotton ads,” I said. “Putting on a T-shirt. Taking a pair of jeans off the clothesline and smelling them, and the camera goes back and you can see there must be hundreds of pairs. Flopping onto this big bed and the sheets puff up around him. My sister thought that one was dirty, the expression on his face.”

Gage was a good audience, listening more than talking, laughing a lot when I blurted whatever was in my head without thinking first. Time glided past rapidly. Gage moved to refill my glass; I wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. I asked James with my eyes if I was doing all right.

“Go ahead, Nat,” he said. I knew that lazy smile. He wasn’t drunk, just uninhibited, loose to the nth degree. Some of our best sex included that look—and some of James’s best TV ads did too. “It’s a party, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Gage filled my glass halfway before the bottle emptied. “A good party.”

“With only three, I think we have to call it an intimate gathering,” James said.

Gage’s smile dazzled. “Do I open the next one?”

What the hell. “If you like your gatherings really intimate,” I said.

“I think she wants you to stay,” James said, laughing. “Open it, already.”

The cork squeaked out. “See if you taste layers of fruit.” Gage sounded a little buzzed too.

James sipped, rolling the wine in his mouth with a frown of concentration.

“Taste it? Blackberries and raspberries? Kind of voluptuous and round. God, listen to me, one bottle and I turn into a pompous wine asshole. Anyway, it’s really ripe and full-bodied. Like Natalie.” He held his glass up, admiring the color.

Or toasting me? No. Ridiculous.

James raised his glass as well. “She’s something in that dress, isn’t she?” At Gage’s nod, he added, “You ought to see her out of it.”

 

Spotlight on H.K. Sterling

It’s another two-spotlight Friday with guests from Breathless Press. First up is H.K. Sterling’s new book A Taste for Danger, available on the Breathless Press website. Thanks for stopping by!

Still licking his wounds over blowing it with the love of his life, Detective Jack Heart finds himself in over his head with corporate politics, treachery, and vipers of the female variety.  Under pressure to solve the case, Jack’s taste for danger will place him and those he loves on a collision course with disaster.

Still licking his wounds over blowing it with Carolyn Woods, the love of his life, Jack Heart drinks to excess daily. His apartment is in shambles, he’s isolated himself from all his friends, and he stumbles to the couch every night to sleep off an alcoholic stupor. All that changes when he receives a phone call with a job offer from a man he barely knew.

Suddenly, Jack must track down an embezzler inside a swanky corporation riff with politics, game-playing, and treachery. The deeper Jack goes, the more dirt he finds. Can this out-of-place detective survive and still crack the case? Not to mention some women he works with have plans for him—plans that are way more than he bargained for.

One thing is certain: Jack’s taste for danger will take him to the edge of disaster.

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As he gathered his jacket up to go, another visitor stopped by. At the door stood Cheryl Wong. Hola. Habla usted español u otros idiomas?” Cheryl was a petite woman with pale skin and dark hair that hung loosely around her shoulders. Attractive, now that he saw her up close.

Jack stared at her, perplexed.

She came in and closed the door. Then she took a seat at his desk. She seemed comfortable, like she had done this before. “Sorry,” she said now in English. That’s just my way with new people. I like to find out if there are any other bilinguals here and Spanish is the most common.”

“Ah,” said Jack. “Well, I speak a little football and baseball, but that’s about it.”

Cheryl laughed. She was prettier when she smiled. But then most women were.

“You are on your way out?” she asked. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor? My car is in the shop and I took the subway here this morning, but I don’t want to take it back after dark. Would you be able to give me a lift home?”

Jack was nothing if not gallant. “Sure, I could do that.”

Then she threw a twist in. “You know, there’s a bar on the way. We could stop and have a drink.”

Jack studied her. What was she up to? He’d have to go through with it to figure her out.

“If you’re up to it,” she added.

“Okay, sure. But I can’t stay too late.”

“You have a wife or partner?”

Blunt, this one. “No, I just have some work I have to get to.”

“Your first day, and they’re already piling it on? That hardly seems fair.” She pouted her lips in sympathy.

What was that song? Maneater? He had a feeling it was an apt description of Cheryl Wong.

Jack made sure to get his parking pass from the secretary for tomorrow. He wasn’t made of money, and today was gonna cost him twenty bucks. Cheryl followed him out, and they took the elevator down together. Jack thought this little get-together might be a good chance to interview her. What was she head of again? He couldn’t remember. He’d have to ask her. His instincts told him to wait until the bar.

Jack made sure to put his briefcase in the trunk. Cheryl brought a satchel with her and sat up front. She directed him out. Apparently she lived not too far away from him, although in the city, even a block of traffic could turn a short drive into an hour. Stuck in rush hour, Cheryl made small-talk.

“So you dined with the big cheese today?” She opened.

“Word gets around fast.”

“Yes, anytime someone from HQ comes, everyone knows it. Knows to be on their toes.”

“I see.”

“What they can’t figure out is whether to be on their toes around you.”

Now he got it. She was on a scouting mission for the office. He wondered if they drew straws. “I’m just a nobody,” he said.

“I doubt that,” said Cheryl, “or the Deputy VP wouldn’t have taken such an interest in you. So what are you here to do?”

She said it smiling and casual, but underneath he could feel the shark in her.

“I’m not allowed to discuss the details,” he said.

“Oh my,” said Cheryl and raised her hands as if she was being held up. “Never mind. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Thanks,” he said, then stayed quiet. She didn’t try to pry anymore. He wondered if she would after a few drinks. Wait. That was his plan. Who was playing who here?

The bar she chose was a nice one, and after parking, they were seated in a booth at the back almost immediately. A rowdier crowd held court around the bar, but they sat away from the noise.

They each ordered appetizers and a drink. Jack stuck with beer. He didn’t want to get liquored up. Cheryl ordered a fruity drink. Then the sparring commenced.

Cheryl started first. “So what did you do, Mr. Jack, before you came to work with us?”

For some reason Jack didn’t want to say he was a detective. “Freelancer,” he answered. “What did you say you were in charge of again? I’ve met so many people today I can’t keep anything straight.”

“Government Contracts,” she answered.

“Oh that’s right.” Now he remembered.

“And what did you do as a freelancer?”

“Oh you know,” he said, putting her off, “found things that were lost, protected possessions, that sort of thing. Before that I was a cop.”

Cheryl’s expression remained impassive. “A policeman. That sounds exciting.” Cheryl took the toothpick in her drink and began to eat the fruit on it. Only the way she was doing it… Could she be? Nah… Jack thought to himself as she sucked on a cherry. Well I did wear a suit today. And shaved.

“It wasn’t that exciting,” he said. “Just worked a regular beat. Got shot up one too many times and retired.”

“Oh,” here she went with the pouty lips again, “do you have scars?”

“A few.” He could picture some of his friends falling all over themselves by now. “How do you like working for Devonshire? How long have you been there?”

“I like it ok. It’s a job, you know? I’ve been there five years. Most people have worked there longer.”

“So people must like it.”

“Yeah. Good salary and benefits. People stick around.”

“What about Jerry Wilson? He didn’t stick around.”

Cheryl laughed and twirled the stick with pineapple on it around in her hand. “What is this, the third degree?” she asked, still half-laughing.

“No, sorry. I just heard he was my predecessor and wondered what happened. I like this job; I want to make sure I don’t make any mistakes.” Jack figured that sounded good enough.

Cheryl looked thoughtful. “Jerry was here for about six months, I think. I always got the feeling he didn’t leave on his own accord, if you know what I mean.”

“Ah.”

“But I don’t know any more about it. If you really want to know, ask Cindy. She knows everything. But it’s probably confidential.”

“Yeah.”

Cheryl looked him in the eyes and sucked down the pineapple. Their appetizers were done, and they had each downed about two drinks. Then she surprised him. “Hey, you want to get out of here?”

Their eyes met and held each other’s gaze. Jack stared, dumfounded. After that comment, well…I’m game if you are. He arched an eyebrow. “Sure,” he said, “my place or yours?” Jack’s experience with women had usually been that they felt more comfortable in their own homes. Cheryl surprised him again.

“Yours is fine. Is it close?”

“Pretty close, yeah.” He thought of his dump of an apartment. He hadn’t cleaned it in forever. There were probably old pizza boxes and bourbon bottles around.

Cheryl wrapped her coat around her.

Oh well. What the hell. A month had gone by since his last blonde spree. If Cheryl was okay with it, then he would be too. “I have to warn you,” he said. “I live in a pigsty.”

Cheryl laughed again. “All bachelors do.”

“Okay then,” said Jack as they walked out into the night. “Away we go.”

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H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with imagination, intelligence, a kick, and twist endings. She likes to focus her writing on romantic suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and anything that is spicy and unexpected. Sometimes her books may even go dark. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Short Spy Romance out called Eyes Only, a Mystery/Thriller titled A Taste For Killing, and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology, My Bloody Valentine. H.K.’s books are suitable for 18+.

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Special Guest Dianne Hartsock

And our second spotlight of the day, Breathless Press author Dianne Hartsock. Thanks for stopping by!

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Can Ashton let go of his jealousy and be the friend and lover that Lance needs?

Ashton has been in love with his best friend for years, watching him grow from a pretty high school boy to the gorgeous erotic dancer at the club where they both work. The problem is that Lance enjoys the attention of a variety of men while Ashton wants him for his very own.

After a day spent denying his attraction for Lance, standing by while their friend Trey openly flirts with him, Ashton decides it’s time to make his move or risk losing his man forever. Once Lance knows how he feels, he’ll realize they should be together. Or is it already too late?

EXCERPT:

“Fuck!” Ashton shouted, a mixture of anger and ecstasy as Lance swallowed again, then let his softening cock slip from between his perfect lips. Ashton leaned on his elbows, his chest heaving while he caught his breath. With a last kiss on his thigh, Lance climbed off the bed, sleek limbed and graceful, and walked to the dresser with a sassy sway of his hips.

Ashton stared after him and moaned, not sure if he wanted to pull his friend’s ass back into his arms or punch him in the face. It would be incredible to wake up with Lance every morning and make love to him. But he sternly reminded himself that they were only friends and Lance needed to stop climbing into his bed at night uninvited.

“You do remember you have a bed of your own?” he asked more sharply than he’d intended.

Lance gave him a smirk over his shoulder, making a show of licking the last of Ashton’s spunk off his swollen lips. “You told me to wake you at seven.”

“I didn’t mean… Oh hell.” Ashton fell back on the pillows and threw an arm over his eyes. He swore in exasperation when the mattress dipped and Lance’s familiar scent surrounded him. “Dammit—”

Soft fingers touched his mouth. “Don’t be mad, baby. I didn’t mean anything.”

BIO:

Dianne is the author of m/m erotic romance, both contemporary and fantasy, the psychological thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer. If she can’t be writing, at least she has the chance to create with the beauty of flowers and bring a smile to someone’s face. Currently, Dianne lives in the Willamette Valley of Oregon with her husband, and both her children have chosen to attend colleges close to home, for which she is forever thankful.

Dianne is a multi-published author with Breathless Press, being the proud owner of her Shelton in Love series, Wee Willie Winkie—a Naughty Nursery Rhyme—and having stories in various anthologies, her most recent ones being Callum’s Fate in the Down on the Farm anthology and The Dark Bokor, part of the Walking Dead books and Three Little Men in the My Bloody Valentine anthology.

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