Thursday, April 24, 2014

Evernight Book Boyfriend Blog Hop - Doyle Frost



The Book Boyfriend Blog Hop is back and better than ever!

The authors of Evernight have a brand new team of swoon-worthy book boyfriend candidates. A sexy assortment of cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, and shifters are just a click away.

Get ready to find your next book boyfriend... 




  

“Tell me you need me again, and say my name, woman.”
Meet Doyle Frost, reformed thief and unrepentant playboy. He's a white tiger shifter with an appreciation for the finer things things in life. Born in Ireland over a century ago, he taught himself to blend in with the rich and privileged, travelling the world and enjoying the best of everything money can buy.
"...Banff was a world class playground for the rich, and Doyle would have liked to stay and play for a while in one of the luxurious hotels they passed. Safely out of the godforsaken snow and foul weather of course, preferably in a hot tub with room service, brandy and a willing woman to pass the time."

“You’re mine, Tessa. And I don’t share. At all.”
Now he works for Finders Keepers incorporated, putting his skills to work to retrieve items stolen from their rightful owners. Charming, stylish and in control, he relishes his life as a rogue and has no intention of changing, until he meets his match, a leopard shifter and fellow thief named Tessa.
"...He set his shirt down atop his jeans and then looked to the pups. “That’s a four-hundred dollar shirt. If either of you so much as breathe on it I will break one of you in half and make the grief-stricken survivor buy me a new one.”

"Snow! I’m a tiger, not a fucking yeti.”


Doyle's Official Biography 

When I asked Doyle for his biography, I got a bit more than just the facts. Everything you see in brackets was his embellishment. He insisted I include them ... and who am I to argue?

Age: Over one hundred. (Just you never mind how much over. Suffice it to say I am still very much in my prime.) 

Eyes: Ice blue. (One of my best features. Well, top ten anyway.) 

Hair: Pale Blond. (utter one blond joke and I'll introduce you to my tiger.)

Height: 6.1" (What, that's the only measurement you're giving them? Trust me, that's not my most impressive one.)

Born: Kilarney, Ireland. (Yes, I still have an accent...when I want to. Women love a bit of brogue.)

Current Residence: San Juan Islands, Washington State. (A nice, private island where I can let my tiger loose without getting shot at.)

Favorite Drink: Cognac. (Best enjoyed by a warm fire, sans clothing and in the company of a beautiful woman.)

Favorite Guilty Pleasure: None. (Guilt? never. I don't feel guilty about any of my pleasures, where would the fun be in that?)

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You’re one step closer to meeting your next Book Boyfriend...

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Hayes Family Shenanigans

Alternate Title: Why you should never turn your back on your parents when there's chocolate involved

Easter chocolate: so good your mother will steal it.
(at least mine did)


This weekend was Easter, and so I braved the traffic and the less than Spring-like weather to head out to my parents' place for some family time.

As you might recall from previous ramblings, my Dad has been cursed by the culinary gods, and after years of producing perfectly cooked turkeys, this past decade has been one bird related debacle after another in a string of events most commonly referred to as turkcastrophes. (you can read a summation here if you're in need of a laugh.) Needless to say, my mother issued the edict that there would be no turkey for Easter. We would have ham instead.

As I entered the house, I was greeted by my two, fuzzy, four footed siblings,Hari and Stitch, and the distinctive odor of overcooked meat. Yep, you guessed it, the ham had followed in the footsteps of so many turkeys before it and succumbed to the Hayes family culinary curse.

Not the actual ham. Mum would have killed me if I tried to take a picture of ours.

Once we salvaged the ham, the rest of the visit went wonderfully, with plenty of laughter and teasing. We even had a visit from the Easter Bunny (or at the very least one of his cousins) when an adorable, long-eared guest arrived on the patio to check out my parents' garden.

After lunch, we sat back to enjoy a bit of Easter candy, and that is when I learned a terrible lesson. You can't trust anyone when it comes to chocolate, not even the woman who raised you. I had about a third of my tasty chocolate bunny left when my mother casually suggested I check on the status of my laundry. (Yes, I take home laundry when I visit...don't judge me.) I waved it off and said I would in a minute. I should have really clued in when she prompted me to do it right at that moment.

I didn't.

Years of training kicked in and I went to do what my Mum had told me to do. And that is when her evil plan became evident. I happened to glance back over my shoulder to say something, and caught her breaking off a chunk of chocolate from my bunny! Thievery! Did my Dad alert me to this? Oh, no, of course not. Having caught her in the act, did my loving parents apologize? Ha! The thief devoured her ill gotten gains without a hint of remorse and told me to get going to the laundry room.

I took two steps, checked again and she had my bunny back in her hand! By the time I had the dryer on, my poor rabbit had been ravaged, and there was nothing left to do but to put the thing out of it's delicious misery. I may need therapy to get over this betrayal.

Then again, they did send me home with leftovers...so maybe we're even.


PS. Mum. I warned you that if you took that last bite, it was going in a blog, and you taught me to never make a threat I wasn't willing to go through with. ~ love you. S.














Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Laurie Roma Guest Post – 3013: CLAIMED



3013: CLAIMED is the third book in the best selling Sci-fi/Futuristic/Ménage erotic romance series, set in the year 3013!


This book is very special to me since I fell in love with Commanders Jax Spartan and Sullivan Archer while I wrote 3013: MATED. I knew I wanted them to have a woman who could hold her own against them, and Serra Lysander is strong enough to do just that.

I love characters that are flawed, who bring their own issues into a relationship because it makes them real. With that said, I’d like to think everyone can relate to the characters in my story,  despite the fantastical settings of the 3013 world. Whatever happened in the past or how many obstacles life throws in anyone’s path, everyone deserves love and a chance to find their own happily ever after. Just as I was able to give Jax, Archer and Serra their happy ending, I wish that for all of you. Happy reading, and thank you for joining me on a journey into the future…


As one of Earth’s greatest leaders, Commander Jax Spartan lives his life by a strict code. Dedicated and alpha to the core, he is the epitome of what every Elite solider aspires to be. Second-in-command Sullivan Archer rules by his best friend’s side, and together they form an unstoppable force that few are foolish enough to challenge. Jax and Archer have always known they’d share their chosen, but their hearts have already been claimed by the woman they’ve vowed will belong to them.

Alliance scientist Serra Lysander is a genius who has kept the planet safe with her inventions. She’s lived a sheltered life, separated from society by her brilliant mind and her overprotective mother. The only time Serra has truly ever felt accepted is with the two men that will cost her everything…

When danger leads Serra straight into the arms of Jax and Archer, they will do anything to keep her safe, even claiming her despite the fact she is off limits. With the future of the Alliance on the line, will their love and dedication be enough to save them, or will they be too late to stop the growing threat from destroying them all?

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STORY EXCERPT

Regent Spartan’s eyes narrowed. “Who have you called in?”
“Director Stryker and Ambassador V’Dir.”
With a satisfied nod, Regent Spartan said, “They are the best. If she’s innocent, they’ll clear her. The information we have is that the sale for the new stealth technology is set to be held on New Vega in a few weeks. Serra Lysander is booked on a private shuttle for New Vega before the deadline. That is highly suspicious. Even you have to admit that.”
“And why is she back on Earth now?” Regent Marks asked. “She hardly ever comes back on planet, so why has she decided to come check out the drones we’re testing the stealth tech on? We aren’t set to add it to the fleet for another three months, so why is she here now? She arrived here in the Capital. If she is here to examine her creation, why didn’t she arrive in Light City where the testing site is? We need to know what the hell she is trying to hide!”
Jax stared at the regents, knowing the older men saw the hard edge that gleamed from his own eyes. “Archer,” he snapped.
Knowing what Jax was asking for, Archer stepped forward. “Serra Lysander comes back to Earth every year for a two week period this time a year so she can attend the Freedom Day Gala. She’d never fly into Light City unless she has to, because that is where her fathers are stationed. Since they’re more interested in spending their free time with their mistress instead of seeing their daughter, Serra doesn’t bother with them. Tania Lysander-Dobbs is sure to stay clear of Earth if Serra is going to be anywhere near her fathers.”
“Why would Serra have handed the technology over to the Alliance if she just wanted to sell it?” Jax asked. “If you’ve looked at her accounts, you know she doesn’t care about credits. She hardly spends anything, and has more than she could spend in a lifetime anyways. All her time is focused on work.”
“Still, that doesn’t explain about the timing of the sale,” Regent Marks argued.
Jax turned to glare at the regent. “It’s not her, and you’re wasting time thinking it is.”
Regent Spartan sighed. “Jax, we are doing what we have to in order to protect the Alliance. Hell, to protect Earth. This new stealth program Serra has created far surpasses everything we have to date. Christ, even our systems can’t pick it up on scans. Can you imagine what would happen if one of our enemies had that tech? They could get within range to destroy our shields before we even knew they were there. There is too much at stake for us to simply let her go because you believe her.”
“Our people are working on a system to detect the stealth mode, but they’ve hit a wall and can’t figure out how to do it.” The irritation in Regent Mark’s voice was clear. “We have to figure out who is selling our tech and track the buyer so we can shut it down from that end. We need information, and that woman is the key!”
The grin that crossed Archer’s face was anything but amused. His amber eyes had a dangerous gleam to them that warned everyone in the room that he wasn’t a man to cross. “We’ll figure out who is behind this. Believe me.” He jerked his head toward the door. “Jax.”
Jax nodded then pulled the door open, striding out into the hallway. The two regents scurried out of the room after them, their protests falling on deaf ears. Jax simply glared at the soldier standing guard in front of the closed door to the interrogation room and watched with satisfaction as the poor man shifted to the side with a hunch of his shoulders as if trying to escape notice.
“Jax! Stop ignoring me. You can’t go in there,” his father growled.
“Watch me.”
“Damn it, have some sense! You have no authority in this!”
“Oh, but I will. Anything that has to do with Serra is our business, and therefore gives us the authority to act on her behalf.” Jax’s smile was feral. “She belongs to us. Consider her claimed.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Serra sucked in a harsh breath as she admired his strong, beautiful body. He was like sculpted marble, all hard muscle and sinew covered with golden flesh. She loved the hard contours of his body, and the large cock that jutted out proudly from between his thighs.
She was fascinated by the differences between their bodies, and wanted to look at him, up close and personal. He reminded her of a large jungle cat, and she was mesmerized by the way his muscles moved as he stalked forward. Lust mixed with curiosity when he sat down right in front of her. She drank him in, studying the rigid shaft that had filled and risen so it slapped against his hard abs.
Positioning herself between his legs, she hesitated before she set her hands down on his hard thighs. The solid muscle beneath her fingers flexed as she slid her hands up slowly. Tearing her gaze away from his straining flesh, she looked up into his eyes, needing to ask him for what she wanted. As if he knew she was holding back, he frowned at her.
“What do you want, Serra? Ask me and it’s yours.”
“I…I want to study you. Is that bad?”
“Go ahead, baby. But I have to warn you, I’m already riding the edge. It won’t take much to push me over. I want you too much, and having you stare at my dick isn’t helping.”
She looked back down at his hard flesh and saw his shaft jerk under her gaze. “It seems to like the attention,” she murmured.
He choked back a laugh. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.”
She glanced back up at him and smiled, knowing he could see the emotions swirling in her eyes. “No, Jax. I’m going to be your life, as you will be mine.”
“Serra,” Jax growled low in his throat. “Finish your inspection before I take you right here on the damn floor.”
Hearing the strain in his voice, she decided to stop stalling and get on with her experiment. She knew he was holding onto his control by a thin thread from the tension all but radiating from him. Looking at him like this was an experience unlike any other she’d ever had. She wasn’t just a scientist studying a subject. She was a woman learning her lover’s body.
Serra had often heard other women talking about their sex partners. She’d heard men’s penises often described as being odd looking, or even strange and ugly. Now, seeing Jax with her own eyes, Serra knew they were wrong.
Jax was beautiful…every single inch of him.
His hard cock was large and thick, with heavy veins pulsing under the skin of the shaft. The mushroomed head looked soft, almost supple, and she was utterly enthralled as a drop of liquid appeared at the tip from the tiny hole at the end. Pre-cum. She knew what it was, but had never seen it before.
And she wanted to taste it…taste him.
Jax leaned back on his hands, letting his head fall back as he let her do her thing. It was a kind of torture. To sit there patiently and let her study him, when all he wanted to do was throw her on the ground and pound himself into her until he got rid of the damn hard-on he’d been packing for days. He knew about her need to understand everything around her, and he struggled to give her that. Jax not only wanted her to be comfortable with his body, he also wanted her to be able to ask him for anything she needed.
It had been difficult for him to leave her earlier, allowing her time with Archer so she wouldn’t feel overwhelmed or unsure about their commitment to caring for her. He’d seen too many other bonding units run into issues if both men claimed a woman together the first time they introduced her to the pleasures they could give her, and he didn’t want that for Serra. Stepping back had been hard as hell, but he hadn’t been lying when he said he would do anything for her.
Shit, he’d kill for her…waiting a few hours to fuck the hell out of her wasn’t even in his top ten list of difficult tasks he’d do for her. He let his mind drift as he closed his eyes, trying to relax, but they popped back open as he let out a hoarse shout when he felt her tongue lap at the pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock.
Holy galactic sonic boom, she really was trying to fucking kill him!
Serra hummed in her throat as the taste of him exploded on her tongue. His flavor was rich, almost earthy, salty with a hint of sweetness she hadn’t expected. She was encouraged by his throaty growl, and engulfed the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking lightly on the spongy head as she swirled her tongue around it to collect another pulse of pre-cum.
“Sweet God, baby! Fuck, that’s good. Suck it. Suck my cock for me.”

BIO:
Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and mainly writes contemporary, romantic suspense, and sci-fi romance. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.

An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at laurieromabooks@gmail.com.

3013: THE SERIES
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Monday, April 14, 2014

Getting the groove back

This weekend I actually got away from the computer and went outside. Yep,outside, where the big flaming ball of fire in the sky could beat directly down on my pasty white skin. If it weren’t for sunscreen, I might have been incinerated…

I actually have this on a t-shirt ....

The thing about being a writer is that we tend to live inside our heads. After all, that’s where the stories are, not to mention that when a story is working and the story is flowing, it provides a high as potent as any drug. Between my full time job and the writing, I can forget the outside world exists for the most part, and that’s not a good thing.  The winter “blech” was hard to shake this year, and it affected everything from my diet to my writing.

So, I took the weekend off** from writing. I caught up on some television, read a book, walked in the sun, and even saw a movie with friends. I feel like the last of the winter blues has finally slipped away, leaving me recharged and ready to dive into the fray again. Fresh veggies in the diet, fresh word document open and waiting for me to start writing, and I caught myself singing in the shower this morning.

Yep. I’m back! (still off-key, but back.)

How did the long winter affect you, and what are you doing to get your groove back now that the sun is coming back?





**Off in this case means I only wrote a few hundred words, finalized details on 3013: STOWAWAY, proof read a fellow author’s next release and stalked my inbox waiting for an acceptance/rejection letter from Evernight for Wilde Edge.