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**Spotlight** Wicked Indulgence by Anne Lange

 I am very pleased to welcome back Anne Lange to my blog, featuring her newest sexy release Wicked Indulgence from her super hot and award-winning Vault series. 

Title: Wicked Indulgence

Series Title: The Vault Series: Friends and More, Book 2

Author: Anne Lange

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic, Ménage, Light BDSM

Heat Level:  Scorching - Sexy, creative and hot, almost anything goes - not for shy readers

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Blurb

Two men. One woman. How wonderful wicked can be.

Jamie prefers one-night stands to the risk of hurting someone he loves. He's not willing to repeat the past. Years ago his naïve attempts at Dominance left his girlfriend bruised and frightened, and she mysteriously left town rather than show her face around him again.

Daniel wants something more. He hopes that one day he and Jamie will find that perfect woman to share forever. As members of the prestigious BDSM club known as The Vault and co-owners in a veterinary clinic, he never thought she'd walk through their door. Or ask for his best friend.

Melissa has done everything she can to protect the only man she's ever loved. Finally rid of her abusive ex, she's living on her own terms. Only she never counted on Daniel, a man who ignites enough sizzle in her body to compete with her passion for her first love, Jamie. And in order for them to be happy, she needs to find a way to put the past, and the people who won't remain there, behind her for good…and convince Jamie that he was never the monster he thought himself to be…

Reader discretion: contains spanking, bondage, voyeurism, sex club, m/f/m ménage romance elements

 Excerpt

Striding forward as if she knew exactly where she was going, Melissa entered the hallway. Several doors opened off each side, and people had gathered around a few of them, their attention trained on whatever was happening inside. She moved forward, pausing at the first doorway to peek in, but even on tiptoe she was too short to see over the crowd. Eventually a couple in front of her shifted their stance, and she managed to sneak a peek between their leather-clad bodies.

She stifled a gasp. A raised platform was centered in the room that held a large mattress covered in a plain white sheet. On the mattress were two women and one man. The man, who appeared to be about forty-five, lay flat on his back. One of the women, a busty brunette with a butterfly clip in her hair, straddled his chest on all fours, letting her big breasts dangle over his flushed face. They were huge compared to Melissa’s own small handfuls, and the man had captured both and squeezed them together. He tongued and sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. Above him, the woman’s back was bowed, her neck stretched long as she tilted her face up, squeezed her eyes closed and held her bottom lip between her teeth.

The other woman, a pixie of a thing with a matching haircut and long, dangly earrings gripped his cock in a tight fist while she bobbed her head, stroking her hand up and down to meet the movement of her mouth. The guy thrust his hips up in time with her downward motions. Between the slurping and the groaning and moaning going on in that room, it was only a matter of minutes before at least two of them managed to snag the stars they were reaching for.

A group of people lined one of the walls watching, and few others stood cuddling and petting their partners while their eyes were glued to the scene in front of them.

Melissa decided to move on. She could definitely see how watching stuff like this could turn someone on, but she was on the hunt for a specific person and she needed to find him before one of her watchdogs discovered she was here and hunted her down.

She continued to the next room, which contained two women, one of them leaning over a bench while the other spanked her with a paddle. The one on the bench was stark naked, her blond hair gathered in a ponytail that hung down the right side of her face. The redhead doing the spanking wore the slimmest stiletto boots Melissa had ever seen. She had partnered it with a pair of black leather boy-cut panties and a black with purple trimmed bustier. Dark coal liner rimmed her jade green eyes and a slash of red lipstick stained her cheeks.

Since that scene didn’t do anything for her—and frankly, the redheaded woman scared the crap out of her—Melissa decided to keep going. A large crowd seemed to have gathered at the next room and there seemed to be a fair amount of grunts coming from in there. Melissa strode in that direction while trying not to draw too much attention to herself.

When she got to the door, she had to push past two other couples and a big burly dude with a shaved head, wearing a dark suit with a red tie. The seams of his jacket looked like they might burst with teeniest flex of his muscles and the tie looked like it was strangling him. He was handsome as hell, as were many of the men here, but he wasn’t the man she was looking for. He gave her a questioning look, then looked over her shoulder and around.

“Are you here with anybody, miss?” He kept his voice low to avoid interrupting the show

“Ah…”

He turned, fully blocking her path as well as her view. Damn it. Behind him, a whistling sound wailed through the air, followed by the sharp sting of leather against flesh. A low grunt came next, with a long moan in its wake.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“Um, no, I’m new. Tonight’s my first night.” Crap. If she didn’t get past this guy soon, Kyle or Gabe would be sure to find her. And then she’d be in trouble.

“I don’t recall Mr. McBride telling me there would be any newbies tonight.”

Melissa tried her best for contrite. “I’m sure it was simply an oversight.” They were going to kill her.

He snorted. “Have you met Mr. McBride? There’s no such thing as oversight.”

He had that right. Unfortunately she knew Mr. McBride well. Didn’t matter which one he was actually referring to.

“Look, I’m sorry, but until I speak with one of the boss men, I don’t know who you are or how much freedom you’re supposed to have around here. So you’ll need to—”

“She’s with me.”

Melissa closed her eyes as those three words surrounded her. Sadly, she couldn’t do anything about the sizzling effect this voice had on her blood. Or the way it played havoc with her senses, her pussy, and her nipples.

She had wanted to find him, but not like this.

“Master James.”

Author Bio

Shoes are her addiction, but books are her passion.  Anne Lange grew up with a love for reading. If you take a close look, she’s got either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo nearby at all times. You know, just in case there’s time to sneak in a chapter or ten.  Anne reads many genres of romance, but prefers to write sexy stories, often with a dash of humor, and usually with a side of those sinful pleasures your mom never told you about.  And always with a happily ever after. 

While embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. Though not always successfully. Who needs a clean house every day?  And what’s wrong with cereal for dinner? She lives in Ontario, Canada with her wonderfully supportive husband, three awesome kids who are growing up way too fast, and the family pets, Rocky the bearded dragon and Lily the chocolate lab. 

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#spotlight -- Shehanne Moore on How To Write Sexy

I am so pleased and honored to have Shehanne Moore, the Queen of Smexy Hisotrical Romance on my blog today, discussing what makes sex good when writing a romance.

Shehanne:

And the good sex award goes to….. 

Now there’s a question. Four books, four very different couples, one thing in common. Sex. Some of it not that brilliant. Why? Because I don’t like writing sex scenes? Believe it or not, it can be difficult to write.  Or because I think that one of the most important aspects of writing a sex scene is to make it appropriate for that couple at that stage in the story?

Let’s start with the sex in The Unraveling of Lady Fury.  It’s sex all right and quite a lot of it, but it’s cold. Flint broke Fury’s heart, now she needs an heir, so she sets the terms of exactly how this  encounter will be and—it’s not nice. It’s cold. It’s clinical. She will use a cream. He will keep his hands to himself. Of course eventually it’s back to how it used to be in the old days.  But you are not going to bring a couple with that amount of baggage to together and expect an instant blaze and I did have a lot of fun writing him trying to get around her rules. I think I’d give them a good sex award eventually.

 Moving on, the sex in His Judas Bride was kind of scorching. Games are being played and these games get out of hand. Also neither the Black Wolf or Kara have been with anyone for a long time.  But do they qualify for a good sex award when this passion gets completely out of control and they’re not really caring about what happens next? Eventually love comes into it, so they get a little bit more tender.

I think Devorlane Hawley and Cassidy Armstrong from Loving Lady Lazuli would win the bad sex award hands down.  The problem here was that here’s a man who has experienced it all and feels nothing, sex is one wild night’s ride to him. As for Cass? Well, beneath her glittering, premiere London jewel thief exterior, she’s a virgin. So the big question was what’s so different about her that she keeps him when the initial encounter is a complete disaster.  It’s awkward, it’s fumbling, she nearly falls all her length when her leg gets tangled in her skirt, then she ends up slapping him when he has the temerity to ask if she’s a virgin. But when Cass is  torn between looking a complete fool and not wanting to give herself up to him, she turns the heat up.  That also ends in disaster, but perhaps it’s because he never quite has her to his satisfaction that he keeps coming back for more by which time he’s hooked. I’d give them a good sex award but not till the very end of the book.

So what is the sex like between Sin and Malice, hero and heroine of my new book, The Viking and the Courtesan? Pretty hot, largely because of the hero’s guilt that he’s cheating on his pretty horrible betrothed. But the catch with this time-slip story is that without true love this couple can never be together, so they have to learn sex is about more than a scorching screw. The catch is that to start with the arrangement between them is purely business.

What tips can I give for writing a sex scene?

1. Never write what you are uncomfortable with writhing.
2. Anchor the sex to where your couple are in the story.
3. Remember sex is a great source of conflict and tension in a story. When I was writing the first sex scene in Loving Lady Lazuli I initially had Cass succumbing to Devorlane. That one touch and she is swooning with need scenario has been done- pardon that pun – to death. So I ripped the scene up and explored things differently. This leads me to…
4. Vary your scenes that way. Length-pardon that pun too- how much you describe, cut to fade occasionally. Repetition can be dull.
5. Remember the five senses. Appeal to each. Set your scene carefully that way even down to the lighting. 
6. Watch the flying body parts. Phrases like,  ‘she exploded, her head hitting the pillow’ sounds like she stood on a hand grenade and it went off.
7. Think about the physical possibilities of what you are describing. I think the main thing is to make it real. Sometimes that can mean lousy sex. Just look at the possibilities opening up when that sex starts to get better.

 Excerpt 

He reached down, grasped her skirt, the material so wet he could have wrung drips from it. Delicious. As for her lips, her fingers tugging at his belt, even as he brought his lips back on hers, they drugged and beguiled. But most of all, they drove him. Of all the women he’d had, he couldn’t think of one who did this to him. Cost him his restraint. Made him just want to have her at any cost.  He had to be inside her whatever the insanity.

                The frantic fumbling, the way her fingers tugged his clothes, yanking his tunic free of his breeches, then working inside the tight waist, drove him to the edge. Her skirt was around her hips so his hand clasped naked thigh. She hooked her leg over his hip. He hoped she was ready for him because he couldn’t hold off. Heart, blood, breath pounded. So did he. Her eyes stared with a wantonness, a desperation, that increased his. Although she was cold and shivering he had never known a woman so hot.

Blurb The Viking and The Courtesan

In 898 AD she wasn’t just from another land.

Wrecking a marriage is generally no problem for the divorce obtaining, Lady Malice Mallender. But she faces a dilemma when she’s asked to ruin her own. Just how businesslike should she remain when the marriage was never consummated and kissing her husband leads to Sin--a handsome Viking who wants her for a bed slave in name only? 

She came from another time.

Viking raider Sin Gudrunsson wants one thing. To marry his childhood sweetheart. Only she’s left him before, so he needs to keep her on her toes, and a bed slave, in name only, seems just the thing. Until he meets Malice.

One kiss is all it takes to flash between two worlds

But when one kiss is no longer enough, which will it be?  Regency London? Or Viking Norway? Will Malice learn what governs the flashes? Can Sin? 

Where worlds collide can love melt the iciest heart?

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BIO

When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains alongside Mr Shey, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She firmly believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life.

Shehanne caused general apoplexy when she penned her first story, The Hore House Mystery—aged seven. What didn’t she work at while pursuing her dream of becoming a published author?

Visit her blog to find out about past releases and hear more about her forthcoming time-slip historical,  The Viking and The Courtesan. 

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Fit To Be Tied? It's time for a party!

OOoh! I'm so excited. *squee*

Get your e-readers charged everyone. Felicity Kates' (that's me!) latest book, Fit To Be Tied, the long awaited sequel to Steam Bunny is here! To celebrate she's having a party on July 31 and giving away copies of her book. So stop in at the party for a chance to win awesome prizes and schmooze with some of your favorite authors who will be there too: Shehanne Moore, Anne Lange, Renea Mason, Zara Cox and Rissa Blakeley. The party link is here: Whoohoo party time!

And here's what the new book is all about:

Fit To Be Tied 

Release date: July 31, 2015
Series: Little Miss Kick-Ass, book #2, standalone sequel to Steam Bunny and Super-Sex Me. (no cliffhangers)

Genre: Erotic paranormal romance.

Tags: billionaire, sex god, Viking, alpha hero, urban fantasy, ghost

Length: 40,000 words approx. (novella)

Heat level: High (like as in scorching)

Content warning: contains voyeurism, light ménage, explicit sex scenes, graphic language, profanity, may trigger readers sensitive to miscarriage.

Blurb:

He was the bad guy in Steam Bunny. The superhero lover in Super-Sex Me. Now find out what deep dark secrets make Race Lindstrom Fit To Be Tied in the latest erotic romance novella in the Little Miss Kick-Ass series.

1 Viking sex god + 1 kick-ass heroine = 130 pages full of hot sex scenes, snappy dialogue and heart-aching romance. Grab a glass of wine, a fan to cool yourself, and a box of tissues. You're going to need it.

From bestselling author, Felicity Kates, the Little Miss Kick-Ass series continues.
Casey’s BFF, Astrid Bitten, takes center stage this time with her nemesis, Race Lindstrom.
Is love written in the stars by the gods, or just a fantasy?

~Astrid~

He's a liar. A manipulative ass. He doesn't deserve a second chance. Yet I can't stop thinking about him and that night we shared in Chicago four weeks ago. He dominates my dreams, making me want him more each day. Trapped with him at an Ice Hotel in Sweden, do I have a hope in hell of resisting him? Maybe not, but I'll kick his ass if he ever calls me his goddess again.

~Race~

She's the love of my life, my dream, the goddess I've been waiting an eternity for. I know she hates me for the deceptive life I've led, but I want to give her everything she's ever craved, fill each second of her life with bliss. But...trapped for a weekend in the place where my life went to hell, how can I avoid the nightmare that haunts me? Not to mention the ass-kicking Astrid will give me when she discovers the darkest secret of my past.

Steamy excerpt (readers 18+):

“I never lied to you,” I say with as much conviction as I can put into my voice without resorting to using my unique gift in persuasion. If she’s going to trust me, she needs to do so on her own.

“No? So sleeping with me to get a deal with my best friend was what? Honest business?” Her eyes flash with anger as she speaks in hushed tones. “You used me, Race. Just like you’re using me now for this stupid reality TV show. If I didn’t love Casey and Lucas so much, there’s no way in hell I’d ever be here as part of this wedding crap. So just shove it with your games and your lies.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, she settles back against her seat and resumes looking out her window.

So edgy and untrusting. Not that I can blame her, but damn. How can I explain to her any differently than the few hundred times I’ve already tried? What will it take to get her to understand, without using my gods-given gift of influence, that meeting her at that Fan Expo convention changed my life forever?

Yes, I went there for business. Yes, my intention was to swindle a deal. And, yes, I set out to do so by compromising the fiery relationship between Lucas and Casey. But it wasn’t the Buxom Bunny who caught my eye.

Maybe I should have ignored my attraction for Astrid and kept on walking by. Saved us from the pain we’re experiencing now by keeping everything strictly business. But being around her eased the lonely ache, even as it twisted it with memories best left buried. And I couldn’t deny the startling realization, which imprinted on my body that first intensely erotic night we shared, that maybe, just maybe, the gods have handed me a precious second chance.

I’ll be damned before I’ll let that go, no matter how stubborn she is.

“I fell in love with you.” It’s the honest truth, but the mistake in saying so is obvious the moment the words blurt from my mouth.

“Oh, please,” she scoffs as she stiffens in her chair, clearly offended by the idea. “Don’t start with that bullshit. That’s low, even for you.”

“It’s not bullshit.”

“No?” She presses her fingers to her temples and sucks in a breath, fighting for calm. “Do you even know what love is, Race?” she asks, her patronizing tone loaded with anger as she folds her hands in her lap.

“Yes.”

I’ve felt the pleasure of it burn in my chest, seeming so long ago now, at Charity’s first shy kiss. And I’ve felt the absolute agony of it as the body of my wife grew cold in my arms. The rage and helplessness of knowing, that even with all the unique power I was born with, there was nothing I could do to stop death.

Yes, I have loved. And I vowed never to fall victim to the gut-wrenching insanity again. Yet here I am, more insane than ever, at the mercy of Astrid’s rejection.

White knuckled, her hands grip the armrests as the plane banks toward Kiruna. Out of the corner of my eye, the small city looms large in the window, but if Astrid notices the dazzling view, it doesn’t show. Her nostrils flare, her gaze fixed squarely on me.

“We fucked, Race. You got what you wanted. I learned my lesson. End of story. So stop trying to prove what a con you are. I get it.”

No, she didn’t get it. Not by a long shot.

“Just tell me one thing,” I say and wait for her to stop rolling her eyes and settle her gaze on mine again. “Before you knew my name. When you thought I was just some guy in a costume. How did it feel when we were together?”

Exciting. Beautiful. Alive.

I see the truths we both experienced flash within her eyes before her expression turns hot with shame. She sucks in a breath and blinks, her chin lifting slightly. Wary. Distrustful.

She opened for me so briefly, but the beauty I saw within her stole my heart. My crumpled, damaged heart. Does she think I enjoy feeling this vulnerability? This painful re-awakening?

“It was fun. That was all,” she snaps.

“That wasn’t all.” Not even remotely. One day soon I’ll have to explain the full extent of my secrets to her as I’m certain she must already have questions about her own. But first, she needs to trust me. “Now who’s lying, Astrid?” I can’t help prodding.

She felt the recognition in her soul. I saw it in her eyes and smile when she looked at me the moment we met at the convention. I saw it in her dreams while she slept beside me that one precious night we shared.

Before the so-called truth of my narcissistic business identity intruded, and the callous shell I worked so hard to build out of my loss and pain came back to bite me. Hard.

Race Lindstrom: professional asshole and womanizer.

The betrayal I knew she would feel as soon as she recognized my name took root with swift, uncompromising fury. She clings to it now as a shield. But it’s a shield I fully intend to crack. Swiftly. And without mercy.

Whether she wants to accept it or not, she is mine.

“Do me a favor, Race? Don’t talk to me for the rest of this trip. Don’t look at me. Don’t touch me. Just leave me the hell alone.”

“I can’t. You were right about one thing, Astrid.” I lick my lips as her own purse in frustration. “I am a selfish bastard. I love you. I want you. And I won’t stop until you are moaning my name with my cock buried deep inside you. Bliss, sweetheart. I’m going to give you bliss or die trying.”

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Other books by Felicity Kates:

Steam Bunny available free on Kindle Unlimited for the summer (or winter depending on which hemisphere you are). 

Super-Sex Me available free on Kindle Unlimited as part of the Just Desserts anthology of sexy bite-sized erotic stories. 

About the Author:

Felicity Kates is a mild-mannered manager by day. At night, she trades in her sensible shoes for stilettos and lets her imagination run wild. Felicity enjoys writing fun, flirty fantasies that combine geek humor with strong characters who have super-sexy desires. She lives off of coffee and dreams and loves to go for walks along the shores of Lake Ontario, taking pictures of whatever catches her eye. A romantic at heart, Felicity is a firm believer in snuggling under blankets and reading a good book to warm up the cold Canadian winters. When not writing, she can most often be found enjoying the quiet company of her husband and son, whom she loves very, very much.

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The Final Quarter is here with Anne Lange!

A quarterback facing the end of his career must come to peace with his past, and accept his present, before he can move on with his future.

Mitch Ryland accomplished what his father said he never would—he made something of himself.

When his wife suggests she’d like to start a family, Mitch is thrown for a loop. He’s never told her about his life before he ended up with his foster parents or his plans never to become a father. So when he’s taken out of the game, his failings from the past come back to haunt him, and Mitch blames his injury on his loss of focus. He’s unprepared for his career as a professional quarterback to be over. Nor is he ready to tell his wife about why football is so important to him. He’d rather put emotional and physical distance between them and focus on getting back in the game.

Serena Ryland has dreamed of becoming a mother. But when she mentions the idea to her husband, he freezes her out and she has no idea why. She’s worried that if they don’t start talking soon, she’ll lose him forever. When he refuses to come home to mend from an injury, she takes matters into her own hands, determined to spend more time with him, hoping to reignite the romance in their relationship. But she’s unprepared for the things she learns on this trip. Her husband has been carrying a few secrets that just might change the outlook of their future.

Reader Advisory: This book contains oral sex in a public environment and light bondage.

Publisher's note: This book is part of a series but can be read as a standalone title.

Mitch sighed and shifted in his chair. The knee he could handle. Bruised and sore, he’d limp for a few days, but it was his shoulder he worried about most. This was the third time he’d dislocated it. The first official time the team doctor knew about. His fingers itched to massage the joint, but he didn’t dare. No way in hell would he show any sign of weakness. The one thing his father and grandfather had drilled into him from a young age. A lesson he’d learned well. “It’s more than just a simple sprain or a bad bruise, Mitch, and you know it. This is potentially career ending, especially if you don’t do as I’ve instructed. You need to rest it. Whatever you’ve been doing to keep this from us isn’t helping. Today’s proof of that. And it’s not going to get better until you do something about it. And you can’t do something about it until you’re not on the field every day.” Noah took a deep breath, his expression full of compassion. “Apply ice to reduce the swelling three times a day for fifteen to twenty minutes. That shoulder needs to be kept stable. We need the swelling to go down so we can take a good look at it. I want you to wear an arm sling for the next three weeks. “I’ve scheduled an appointment for you three days from now then we’ll have a better idea what we’re dealing with. You’ll probably need to go through some therapy regardless of whether you end up heading down the surgery path or not. With some rest, maybe some therapy, and a light training regiment, we’ll see if there’s been any change.” Panic swept through Mitch. He clenched his hands into fists on his thighs. “And if it doesn’t get better?” “We’ll discuss that when the time comes.” Mitch, well aware of the consequences, filled in the blanks. Surgery. Rehab. Months off the field. If he ended this season on the injury reserve list for next season, he’d miss training camp and wouldn’t be allowed to practice or play until the doctor cleared him. And if he did practice and aggravated the injury, or possibly made it worse, he’d be out for the rest of that season. Or longer. On top of that, he’d have to deal with his standings. Out of play meant his rating would be affected and his stats would tank—and not only his. The team would take a hit as well. He’d disappoint the fans. He’d disappoint his friends and family. He might never be the same afterward. He’d end up a nobody. Just like he’d been told. His football career may already be at the top of the spiral, just waiting for that push to send him off the edge and into the vortex. He’d always compared his life to a house of cards. Painstaking to build, easy to destroy. The king sits perched at the top, but then one slip, one tiny tug or poke on one of those cards and the whole thing would come tumbling down. A tremor now rocked the house beneath his feet.

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Shoes are her addiction, but books are her passion. Anne Lange grew up with a love for reading. If you take a close look, she’s got either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo nearby at all times. You know, just in case there’s time to sneak in a chapter or ten. Anne reads many genres of romance, but prefers to write sexy stories, often with a dash of humor, and usually with a side of those sinful pleasures your mom never told you about. And always with a happily ever after. While embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. Though not always successfully. Who needs a clean house every day? And what’s wrong with cereal for dinner? She lives in Ontario, Canada with her wonderfully supportive husband, three awesome kids who are growing up way too fast, and the family pets, Rocky the bearded dragon and Lily the chocolate lab.

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**Cover reveal*** Lies You Tell by Mariah Kingsley

I have been a very negligent blogger. But you know what it means when I disappear? Yep, it means I'm writing. 1 short story and half a novel later and I have surfaced to make a few announcements.

The first being that today is the cover reveal for a lovely and talented author, Mariah Kingsley, who I've had the pleasure of working with on the Just Desserts anthology.

Here's is the gorgeous cover of Mariah's upcoming new release, Lies You Tell.

Isn't it gorgeous? Here's what the story is about:

Aubrey married the first man that she had ever loved. Robert was loving, hard working and her every fantasy come true. But the life that she has come to love has some things that just don’t add up. One phone call disrupts the careful balance of lies. With the truth unearthed she comes to the conclusion that she has only one choice, kill him. To protect her family, she will betray her own heart.

A desperate man…

In a scramble to save the life that he has made with Aubrey,he takes her away. His only choice is to come clean, show the love of his life who he really is. With no other place to go, he takes her to the last place he has known love, the place he never wanted to return. Facing the ghost of his past and the fear of losing his future, he opens his heart, hoping his wife will see the man that she loves under all the lies.

It sounds so intriguing. I can't wait to read it!!!

The second announcement is that you can find Mariah's short story Sweet and Sassy in the Just Desserts anthology, along with 21 other hot erotic romance stories. I've read this one, and let me just say...Gio will be one of your new book boyfriends. Mariah writes very HOT stuff. Check out this teaser. The picture alone speaks for itself.

Are you ready to indulge in your secret desires?  JUST DESSERTS: A Collection of Bite-sized Delights. 22 erotic romance stories by some of today's hottest bestselling and up and coming authors, available for a limited time for 99 cents. From contemporary to paranormal, hot alpha males, to light BDSM and menage, there's something in this collection for everybody.

Pre-order your copy today! One-click Amazon.

Romancing the Capital 2015: It was AWESOME

On April 17th and 18th 2015, I had the time of my life.

Talk about being lucky. 2 days of fun, with like-minded book lovers at the inaugural Romancing The Capital writer/reader conference.  What a special time. So many friendly, happy smiles. Don't know what I'm talking about? Here's a video I made to remember it all by. I like to call it 2 days of fun in 4.5 minutes.

Very special thanks to Eve Langlais and her legion of minions for putting it all together. It was a tremendous success.

Best news of all...it's happening again next year. May 5, 6 and 7th 2016.

The attending author list is already prepared and people are busily making plans for costumes for the dinner events. It's guaranteed to be another blast of fun. Tickets are on sale now but you'd better get one fast. The early bird price of 50$ is only available until May 31st 2015. Then it goes up to regular price of 65$. Tickets include 2 dinners at the event as well as all of the workshops/seminars etc. for the length of the conference. It's a steal of a deal!

RTC 2016 Tickets can be found HERE.

But you want to know an exciting secret about next year's Romancing the Capital conference?

I'll be there, doing my very first ever BOOK SIGNING. *squeeee* With lots of swag to give away, and books (yes, plural!) and doing more than a little hyperventilating from the excitement.

Hope to see you there!!

Kate and awesome author Anne Lange at RTC2015

xx
Kate

Anthology Update: Secret Hungers presents Persephone and Felicity

JUST DESSERTS: A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights presented by SecretHungers.com

Just Desserts is a buffet of deliciously naughty stories. These delights are as diverse as the authors who write them. It is my pleasure to reveal two of the more than twenty contributing authors to Just Desserts-debut, new, multi-published, award-winning and bestselling authors. ENJOY TODAY'S SPECIAL! Today, we feature one new and award-winning, multi-published author. Take a moment to get to know them.

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Cherry Tart by Persephone Jones

A stand-alone erotic short story

contemporary erotic romance

#erotic, #dessert, #cherry, #tart, #contemporary, #anthology, #short story

  Divorced Cherry Hartley has an embarrassment of riches. A beautiful house, a flourishing business and not one but two gorgeous men living across the street from her. Both of whom keep sending her unmistakable come-hither looks. She could pick bad boy Bryce, whose reputation in bed precedes him. Or she could choose newly arrived good guy, Gavin. Lucky for Cherry, Gavin has a sweet tooth. She knows exactly how she'd like to welcome the handsome young architect to the neighborhood...with a yummy homemade cherry tart.

Get to know Persephone

Persephone Jones lives in the piney woods of east Texas with her computer geek husband, two dogs and one cat. The only child of divorced parents, she learned early on to entertain herself by inventing imaginary worlds where the dragons are tame and the damsels don’t stress. She spends most of her time reading, writing, and listening to those pesky muses. Apparently they like horror movies, eighties music and Tex-Mex. Unfortunately muses don’t do housework. But always just in the nick of time they swoop in and rescue her with a hunky hero, a smartass heroine and a happy ending. Her works in include contributions in two award-winning anthologies, His and Alpha's Claim.

This sexiest food is:

Dessert of course! Got to save the best for last.

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

1. I love horror movies. I’m a hardcore horror film addict. 2. I love iced tea like most people like coffee. 3. I have an encyclopedic knowledge of music and very eclectic tastes. 4. I have a fear of heights. 5. I’m left-handed. As a child, I wrote my letters backwards.

The sexiest place in the world is:

I'm a bit of a homebody and feel most comfortable at home. So, probably the bedroom!

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Super-Sex Me - Felicity Kates

Stand-alone Erotic Short-Story from the Little Miss Kick-Ass series

erotic romance, paranormal, superhero, cosplay, nerdrotica

#erotic, #romance, #Sexy, #food, #superhero, #cosplay, #PNR, #OneNightStand, #Fika, #Fetish, #hotread

Astrid Bitten isn’t smitten. All she wants is a night of sexual adventure to bring some excitement to her lonely life. When she meets the most gorgeous guy she’s ever seen at a Fan Expo convention, she jumps at the chance to explore what lies beneath the stretchy spandex of his superhero suit. But is she ready to discover the truth of her secret cravings? Race Lindstrom wants a second chance. At life, at love, at using the gods-given talents he’s been born with for good rather than evil. When he spies the golden-haired goddess across a crowded room, he knows he’ll never let her go. But second chances don’t come easy. He’ll have to satisfy her deepest hunger if he wants to make her his forever.

Get to know Felicity

Felicity Kates is a mild-mannered manager by day. At night, she trades in her sensible shoes for stilettos and lets her imagination run wild. Felicity enjoys writing fun, flirty fantasies that combine geek humor with strong characters who have super-sexy desires. She lives off of coffee and dreams and loves to go for walks along the shores of Lake Ontario taking pictures of whatever catches her eye. A romantic at heart, Felicity and is a firm believer in shopping therapy to warm up the cold Canadian winters, but can most often be found enjoying the quiet company of her husband and son, whom she loves very, very much.

The sexiest food is:

Whipped cream. It tastes like heaven and it comes in a can, so you can spray dirty words on your partner and then have fun licking them off again.

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

• 1) I worked in an animation studio in Toronto for several years, creating kids TV shows. 2) I have no tattoos or piercings, not even pierced ears. 3) I grew up reading science fiction and fantasy and didn't read my first romance novel until I was 25. 4) Johnny Depp and I go way back, but Luke Skywalker was my first crush. 5) I have a fear of heights and would rather take a 3 day train trip than a four hour flight.

Sexiest place on earth is:

The igloo village hotel in Iceland. The domes are made of special glass that resist frost, so you can make love under the northern lights while keeping warm and toasty in the middle of winter.

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