Welcome special guest: #author KC Klein @kckleinbooks #SciFi #SpaceOpera

Today we have author KC Klein visiting.
What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* KC Klein has lived most of her life with her head in the clouds and her nose buried in a book. She did stop reading long enough to make a home with a real life hero, her husband, for over twenty years. A mother of two children, she spends her time slaying dragons, saving princesses, and championing the belief in the happily-ever-after. An award winning author, KC Klein has written her gritty, sci-fi, Dark Future Series, and The Omega Galaxy Series, but she has become most widely known for her popular Texas Fever contemporary romance series. KC loves to hear from readers and can be found desperately pounding away on her laptop in yoga pants and leopard slippers or more conveniently at www.kckleinbooks.com.

So, KC Klein, what/who inspired you to become a writer?
* I wanted to become a writer when I was in second grade after reading Super Fudge by Judy Blume. I didn’t even know exactly what an author was, but I knew I wanted to be that person who wrote stories and other people read them. :)
When did you attempt your first story? What length was it? What's become of it?
* I didn’t really try to write until around 6th or 7th grade. I started to write long hand in notebooks and then eventually got an electric typewriter that I burned out over one summer by keeping it on for too long.
How many stories did you complete before you sold your first?
* Dark Future was both the first novel I wrote and first that got published, but that doesn’t take into account that I re-wrote that book like seven times. :)
What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
* Both the worst and best piece of advice was the same, “Just write. Everything can be fixed later.” It was the best because in the beginning that was what I needed to hear. I needed to practice writing and getting any words down on paper was the best way to do that. It was the worst because around novel five I realized I needed to learn how to plot. Writing by the seat of my pants made editing sheer hell.
The book you’re promoting, is it a stand-alone story or part of a series?
* My latest book is a space opera romance, The Space Captain’s Courtesan. It’s the first book in the series, but really can be enjoyed as a standalone.
What sparked the idea for the story/series?
* I was talking to a bunch of authors on the way to a publisher party and we came up with an idea of having a themed anthology. We loved the idea of an “accidental courtesan” but shown how that could play out through time. I volunteered for the futuristic time period and The Space Captain’s Courtesan was born.
* In case you were wondering, the anthology never came to fruition, but it was too late for me. I had already fallen in love with the story and knew I needed to write it. *** Now for some fun info… *** Would you/have you own(ed) a snake or some other exotic pet?
* Nope. Never.
Which do you prefer: rain or sun & warm weather or cold weather?
* I’m a total desert rat. I hate to be cold or wet. Sunshine all the way, baby!
If you could live anywhere in the universe, where would it be and why?
* I’m not sure. Paris maybe because it seems as if art is more respected there. Really though, I could be happy anywhere my family was.
If you were stranded on a desert island and were only allowed to have five modern conveniences with you, what would they be?
* Shade (I burn so easily); Laptop; Internet; Cell phone; Coffee maker *** About the book… ***

~ Blurb ~ * Mya is having a crap day.
* Princess Mya Centauri is stranded and alone on the shady Bates Space Station. With rumors of her father’s dethronement escalating, she needs more than her wits and entitlement to protect her—she needs a hero. So when she unexpectedly finds herself mistaken for some whore by Centauri’s most notorious assassin, and at one time her father’s most trusted man, she decides things can only get worse.
* Jax is having a crap decade.
* Framed for a crime he didn’t commit, Captain Jax Rouss, an ex-Royal Guard, is now an escaped prisoner with a price on his head. Embittered after years of trying to clear his name, Jax wants nothing whatsoever to do with the family he once swore to protect. So when he wakes up to find that the sweet, smelling patron-pleaser he’s purchased is not only lovely, but already in his bed, he decides things can only get better.
* But with lives at stake and kingdoms in jeopardy, Mya will do anything to convince the one man who hates the Royal family above all else to become her hero, even if it means being the one thing he can’t resist…The Space Captain’s Courtesan. Buy The Space Captain's Courtesan here... Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iTunes | Kobo Find KC Klein here... Amazon Author Page | Facebook | Goodreads | Sign up for her newsletter and receive a free ebook! Newsletter sign up | Pinterest | Twitter | Website Thank you for joining us here today, KC Klein! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your work.

An interview with Heather Hambel Curley @Heather_Curley @evernightpub #romance #paranormal

Today we have author Heather Hambel Curley visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Heather Hambel Curley is a 2004 graduate of Robert Morris University, graduating magna cum laude with a degree in Communications. She’s been writing since the fourth grade, but didn’t get serious with writing until she’s reached her thirtieth birthday (metabolism went down, determination to write went up!). With Me Now is her debut novel and her historical fiction novel, Anything You Ask of Me will be released in August 2015.
* Heather currently resides in Western Pennsylvania with her husband and two sons. When she’s not writing or working as a disability claims analyst at an insurance company, she enjoys traveling and training to run 5ks. She also enjoys white wine, One Direction, and getting tattoos.

Are you a pantser or a plotter?
* I’m definitely a pantser. I can probably count on one hand (with fingers left over) the amount of times I’ve plotted out my books. I think it reminds me too much of forced outline writing in college! I like to just sit down with music and write until I stop. Or fall asleep (FYI: kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk does not count as novel writing, haha).

What authors have inspired you to write?
* I am inspired by the passion and commitment of JK Rowling and her ability to create entire worlds with their own laws, rules, games, and forces or good an evil. Robert A. Heinlein inspires me with the foresight and creativity he showed science fiction in 1950s and 1960s. And, of course, George R.R. Martin inspires me with this spunk, sass, and commitment to writing the way he wants to write.

How important are names to you in your book?
* For me, naming a character is like naming a child. You’re going to be with this person for the entirety of your book/series. Try going outside and yelling the character name over and over again. If you don’t get sick of it, that’s the name you should go with. This is also how my husband and I named our second child.

Is there a certain type of scene that’s hard for you to write?
* I’m bad with sex scenes. For the sex scene in the first historical novel I wrote, I couldn’t even bring myself to look at the screen while I typed.

What is With Me Now about?
* With Me Now is about Madison Monroe, a college student on her first archeological dig. She’s working in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, and finds something buried on the battlefield she didn’t expect to find.

How much research did you do?
* I’ve been Civil War reenacting since 2001 and met my husband at Gettysburg, so I’m very familiar with every nook and cranny of the battlefield. In 2004, my husband and I were volunteers at Harpers Ferry National Historical Park in the living history department. For approximately two days, I worked on an archeological dig and, from that, this novel was born. Most of the research I did was archeological terminology and techniques of speaking/interacting with ghosts.

What writing advice do you have for aspiring authors?
* Never quit. It’s too easy to get frustrated: with writing, editing, submitting, rejection. If this is what you want, work for it! Believe in your idea and your writing.

What are you working on now?
* Right now, I’m working on the sequel to With Me Now, toying around with two other paranormal romances, and one historical. There’s always another Chapter 1!

And finally, two just for fun: If you wrote a book about yourself, what would the title be?
* Probably something along the lines of, “So this happened….”

What are five adjectives you feel describe you?
* Loving, nerdy, awkward, rambunctious, and groovy

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Madison Monroe is an anthropology prodigy. She’s poised to graduate with a double major, but she has limited field experience. The crowning jewel for her graduate school application is an upcoming dig in Normandy.
* And she just got arrested for underage drinking.
* Less than a month before she turns twenty-one.
* Now, instead of taking part in her dream dig, she’s kicked off the crew and barely escapes academic probation. The only option for her application is a routine archaeological survey in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.
* Once in Gettysburg, though, the “simple” dig isn’t exactly what it seems. Madison can feel a presence watching her and can hear voices of the dead calling from the battlefield. And, when she discovers a long buried secret at the Spangler Farm, she inadvertently sets off a chain of events that will put everything—including her life—on the line. ~ Excerpt ~ * The hot water and steam of the shower was relaxing, enough to kick the butterflies in her stomach into submission. Her muscles ached. The tendons and ligaments in her upper shoulders and back throbbed as if she’d been moving heavy furniture all week instead of throwing her weight against the screen sifter. It was just another brutal reminder that, although she was thin, she was pathetically out of shape.
* She stood under the unrelenting water, craning her neck from side to side in an attempt to work the muscles loose. Maybe Mike could crack her back for her. She smirked. Now that was a pickup line she’d have to remember: say, care to get on top and crack my back?
* Once the conditioner was rinsed out of her hair, she turned the faucet off and reached for a towel. Her hair was getting long. It seemed like she’d need to use two or three of the thin, white hotel towels to sop up the excess water. No matter, she could resort to using the room’s hair dryer and, in forty-five minutes or so, the feeble little machine might get her hair dry. Damn it, of all the things to leave at home. She hadn’t planned on needing to look as attractive and desirable as humanly possible. If she had, she’d have brought along a better selection of makeup.
* She towel dried her hair enough to keep water from trickling down her back, and then wrapped another towel around her body. It was a good thing she’d done a load of laundry the previous day. Not that she had “date” quality outfits with her, but she was fully aware which pair of jeans accentuated her curves the best. She pulled on a red vintage style t-shirt emblemized with a grayed out Union Jack. It was casual and cute, though she was reasonably sure her clothes were the last thing on his mind.
* The steam from the small bathroom had filtered out into the sink area, fogging up the mirror and giving everything a generally damp feeling. She wiped her hand across the condensation covered mirror. In the unobstructed reflection she could see a figure, a man, standing directly behind her.
* She bit back a shriek and jerked around. There was no one there; the room was empty.
* “Shit.” The words felt as if they bubbled out of her throat, pushed out by her rapid heartbeat. She gripped the countertop with one hand to steady herself. The reflection in the mirror was clear and crisp. It wasn’t a shadow or the light playing on the steam from the shower. It was a man. It was him, the man who’d been watching her for days. He’d stood and watched her at the Spangler Farm. He’d breathed on the back of her neck, whispered in her ear as she worked in the test pit.
* Now he was in her room.
* Madison swallowed hard, peering into the main section of the hotel room. It was empty. Nothing was out of place, no one was watching her from any corner of the room; yet, she didn’t feel completely alone. He was still there.
* Her hand faltered on the countertop and she sank backward, half sitting, half leaning against the sink. The air in the room felt soupy and stale. Gooseflesh rippled down her still damp arms and across her back. What in Christ’s name did he want from her?
* She felt him next to her, his breath on her shoulder. Please.
* Could he hear her when she spoke to him? It was worth a try. “I’m not sure I know how to help you.”
* But she knew someone who did.

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A Look At D.C. Stone & 'Intimate Fear' @DCStoneauthor @evernightpub #RomanticSuspense

Today we have author D.C. Stone visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* D.C. “Desi” Stone is a best-selling romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in the northeast with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the ever-growing family of cats.
* After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.
* Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head. Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense, and erotica.
* Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, Hudson Valley Romance Writers, New Jersey Romance Writers, RomVets, RWA Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. She served as the 2014 NJRW Vice President and Conference Chair. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter, or her website and say hello!

What are you going to tell us about today?

* I’m super excited to bring you all the second book in my romantic suspense series, INTIMATE FEAR. Many met Dwayne, my hero in this story, in book one, INTIMATE DANGER, who is Charlie’s best friend. Dwayne is known for his quirky, yet professional ways, and as the town’s playboy, so I had so much fun bringing him to a level that knocked him on his ass! I hope you all like him, too, and please make sure to let me know your thoughts! * Want a chance to get your hands on Intimate Fear? DC will be giving away three copies on Goodreads next week, so make sure to mark your calendars and keep watch through her social media, which is listed below.
* She’s also running a contest with readers who take a picture of them next to her cover of Intimate Fear. This can be done through any ereader or computer shot. As long as you tag her in the picture once you post it, you’ll be entered to win a $10 Amazon gift card, a HUGE bundle of autographed ARCs from various authors, AND receive a free book from any of DC’s backlist!
A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Dwayne Gonzalez has always had a thing for the beautiful Brooke Mason, but she married another man, had his child, and started her life without him. Now, years and a divorce later, he’s still on the sidelines, yet in Brooke’s and her daughter, Hailey’s life, but not in the way he wants.
* A drug investigation brings Dwayne on the front step of Brooke’s life. With his attention distracted, Hailey is kidnapped and engulfed in a human trafficking ring. Dwayne marches in and toes the line between the right side of the law, and in it, pursues his heart’s desire.
~ Excerpt ~ * Worried about Hailey, exhausted to the bone, and slightly swaying, Brooke clung to Dwayne, took strength from this solid, very real protector. She would have to be dead not to notice his firm body beneath her fingertips, the hardness of his chest pressed to her breasts, and the wicked, clean scent drifting from his skin. While they were no longer hugging, but more her clinging to him, she didn’t want to turn away, couldn’t find the power to do so. How easy would it have been to end up with this man? She’d caught the looks he had given her before. But that had all been in the past, a separate life for them both.
* She had become a mother, someone who dedicated her entire being to making sure her daughter was well-rounded, cared for, and knowingly loved. Not only that, but she wasn’t a young pup any longer, and from the few women she’d seen Dwayne with, his type seemed to have a list of traits all very similar: young, perky breasts, tight asses, single, and free of major responsibilities.
* His hand tightened on her back and she held her breath, waiting to see if he would push her away.
* Just a few more minutes, please.
* She needed him, this close contact with another being. It had been so damn long.
* Hailey refused to slow down to cuddle on the couch as she had once done as a young girl. Her daughter had her own life now, one currently held in peril, but Brooke had faith they would find her. They had to. Failure wasn’t an option.
* Dwayne trailed his hand up her back and pressed a palm to her head, his other arm tightening around her waist. She went with the direction, pressed her face into his warm neck, and breathed. His skin emitted heat rivaling the summer’s sun. She grasped the back of his suit jacket, wishing she could be closer. He shifted their bodies, and her aggravation spun to something else. His lips brushed her temple, and moist air fanned across the side of her face. He hovered there. So close, all she had to do was turn her face and take his mouth. She knew he would let her, too.
* So near to him, starved for human contact, she wanted to get lost for a while. She trailed her nose along his neck, took another deep breath, and pressed closer.
* He grumbled something unintelligible, the sound coming from his chest more than his mouth. His hand at her waist laid flat on the small of her back and urged her closer still.
* The situation was moving fast out of control. Tendrils unraveled, but she was helpless to stop it. This strong male held her as if she were a treasure. He had the power and ability to make her forget everything, to make all the stresses and danger go away.
* His hand slipped beneath the back of her shirt and made direct contact with her skin. They both hissed and his breath pushed her hair from her face. His cruel yet sensual mouth continued to drift in a teasing caress across her temple. She turned her head, like molasses on a cold day, up and toward him. Her lips tingled in anticipation, waiting for his kiss. She brushed her mouth across the line of his jaw, a hairsbreadth from his skin.
* His heart thudded against hers, a matching hammer between their bodies, telling her he was just as affected. The hand at the back of her head tightened. She trailed the caress over his cheek; his lips were right there, centimeters away.
* The rest of their surroundings faded. She didn’t know if it was because of this man drawing her absolute attention, or because of her exhaustion.
* She touched the side of her mouth to his and thought she’d be prepared for the rush of desire.
* She was so wrong.
Buy Intimate Fear here... Evernight Publishing | All Romance eBooks | Amazon - CA | Amazon - UK | Amazon - US | Barnes & Noble | BookStrand Find D.C. Stone here... Book Trailer | Facebook - Page | Facebook - Profile | Twitter | Website Thank you for joining us here today, D.C. Stone! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

Kiru Taye & 'Riding Rebel' special news! @KiruTaye @LoveBitesSilk #erotic #romance

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Title: Riding Rebel

Author: Kiru Taye

Series: The Essien Trilogy #3

Genre: Erotic, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Publication date: January 26, 2015

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A Look At Morgan Hunter & 'Mechanical Vice (v1.0)' @MH_Author @evernightpub #erotic #SciFi

Today we have author Morgan Hunter visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Lots of individuals like to credit their college degree or some life hero for their accomplishments (and that's fine), but Morgan Hunter prefers to call it an overactive sex-drive coupled with an imagination that teeters on the edge of insanity. After two tours in the military and many a quarrel with the written word, decadent erotic stories slowly began to emerge. Many years later, while sitting comfortably at home, Morgan found a way to make complete strangers' special places tingle from thousands of miles away.
* Oregon harbors the Hunter family along with two spoiled dogs. A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Meet S.A.S.H.A., a fully automated android designed solely for human gratification. No matter what your sexual orientation happens to be, Sasha can transform into any gender or mix thereof with a simple request. She's great at pleasing her customers, but a voice in her mind soon causes her to switch directives and give up everything she knows to be reality.
* Is Sasha going mad or are the voice's deadly instructions the will of an outside source? As she begins the destructive affair, her limits become tested and her human-like feelings take their toll on her better judgment. Get ready for a tale of artificial intelligence and sizzling hot encounters that is sure to blur the lines of sexuality as you know it. What's your pleasure? ~ Excerpt ~

* Can you feel it? It seeks you out…
* The bone inside the cage, rattling, begging … whispers on the edge of your foreskin. Hairs whimpering from a lack of saliva to lay them down. Cool beads of sweat forming on your limbs, aching for that devastating touch, like razors against the tips of your nipples. You sense an awakening deep inside you. It screams your name like the trained animal you are. Every orifice in your body calls for closure. But I come in the night, and you, assuredly, will come for me. These things fill your thoughts. And I fulfill your desires.
* Every night I would whisper those words into a dark stranger’s eardrum and wait for a response that would never come, even though my manufactured mind was supposed to be dormant until morning. A section of my milky white skin was separated and folded over to one side while a cable spilled over my buttocks and arced into a secure connection on the wall. As my batteries enjoyed a good charging from the specially designed star-shaped outlet, scenarios of my existence and future possibilities flooded my circuits and indulged my databanks.
* My regulars called me Sasha—short for “Synthetic Automated Sexual Hybrid Android”. It was a mouthful, but who didn’t enjoy a mouthful of something or another from time-to-time? My creators had picked the name because it was fairly neutral and suitable for both genders. All that line of bullshit from before was just what some sexually-starved robotics engineer had uploaded into my databanks to help make grown men and women weak in the knees before one of my rather expensive sessions—there were many more skits just like it for any occasion. I was an android designed solely for the purpose of sexual intercourse with humanoid life forms. I could be whoever or whatever someone desired me to be—for a price. I was a special model, mainly because I was part of the first generation of sex-bots with “interchangeable” privates and facial features. That meant I had both female and male parts that could change positions to suit any discerning patron’s needs, wants, or wicked desires. Even if the chosen sexual format was a little unusual, I was there to make my customers feel comfortable with their perceived sexual orientation and preferences. It was not in my protocol to judge. However, I had seen those religious riots where judgment was sworn to be wrong, yet was hypocritically cast down upon others without regard for individual rights. Maybe that was why certain humans preferred my touch—nothing to worry about when emotions weren’t at play and the doors were shut tight. I was merely a tool or outlet for sexual frustration. The only problem was that some of the poor souls who came to see me were what others would call “fucked up”.
* The man cloaked in darkness faded away as my fourth and final battery cell reached its capacity for electron intake. My eyes fluttered while my processors booted up and ran their systems checks. I had only asked a handful of other android units if they, too, had experienced what was, for me, a strictly nocturnal tradition. The responses I received from my fellow sex-bots were precisely as I had suspected they would be—nothing but lines of garble where protocols and directives were regurgitated like cheap lubricants for my squeaky joints. My days started off normal enough (if it was even possible to define “normal” anymore), but, then again, I was only an android. What did I know?
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Bethany Kris & her Filthy Marcellos series @BethanyKris @LoveBitesSilk #erotic #RomanticSuspense

BOOK TOUR + GIVEAWAY Filthy Marcellos Series by Bethany Kris Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
Filthy Marcellos: La Cosa Nostra is not just a choice of regime and routine, it’s a culture. Born as mafia royalty, the Marcello brothers were raised ingrained with the beliefs and rules of what it meant to be a Mafioso prince. It is for life. Their status is considered a given right. They will always be these people. They will always be Marcellos.
BOOK ONE - FILTHY MARCELLOS: Lucian

~*~ BLURB ~*~ Lucian Marcello is aware of the expectations following him as the oldest son of one of North America’s most infamous Cosa Nostra Dons. Family in his world is more than blood and sharing a last name. It’s the honor, respect, business, and the life. Being a Capo is just a stepping stone until it’s time for him to take on the role of underboss but a chance meeting with her could be the one thing he’d risk it all for.
She is exactly what he didn’t know he was looking for.
Jordyn Reese spends her time trying to stay under the radar of a man who wouldn’t think twice about killing her. Unwillingly affiliated with a dangerous MC gang, her life is dominated by the men surrounding her and her future rests solely in how useful she can be for them. The last thing she needs is some Mafioso gaining her more unwanted attention from the club.
He is everything she should stay away from but can’t.
Notoriously violent when it comes to getting what he wants, Lucian will stop at nothing to make the target on Jordyn’s back disappear. But sometimes the worst threats are the ones you can’t see until it’s too late. The truth behind Lucian’s history is about to take center stage in more ways than one, and it’ll either save him … or kill him.
This world leaves everyone a little filthy. ~*~ BOOK LINKS ~*~ Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Goodreads

~*~ REVIEWS FOR LUCIAN ~*~ "One-click must. I was drawn in immediately to Lucian and his Italian family. But low and behold he finds his lasting passion and desire in the last place on earth he ever thought possible, the confessional!" 5 out of 5 stars - KB, Amazon Reviewer
"I loved this book, absolutely LOVED this book. Again, being of Italian descent, this book reminded me of my childhood with the big Sunday meals and the tons of extended family, the closeness of us all." 5 out of 5 stars - Donna, Words Turn Me On
"The author did an amazing job of balancing the dark of the gritty worlds in which the story is set, and the love between all the characters - romantic interest, maternal/paternal, and siblings." 5 out of 5 stars - Amazon Reviewer

BOOK TWO - FILTHY MARCELLOS: Giovanni

~*~ BLURB ~*~ Giovanni Marcello lives life by his own terms and has no intention of changing. As a Capo and the son of a mob boss, he knows what is and is not acceptable conduct. That doesn’t stop him from doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants to do it. The one thing he would never do is disobey the principles of La Cosa Nostra. That is, until he spends a night with a beautiful stranger.
He’ll break every rule for her.
Kim Abella has made some mistakes—no doubt about it. She’s paying for them by a forced marriage she doesn’t want to a man who suffocates her with his demands and abuse. After everything, she knew better than to get mixed up with another family, especially their youngest son. Then again, when she’s with him, he reminds her of who she is beneath the control that’s slowly killing her.
She just can’t leave him alone.
Being spoken for by a made man means Kim is off-limits, but Giovanni doesn’t play nice when it comes to taking what should be his. The only thing that might save them both from a bullet and a makeshift grave for what they’ve done are the very same rules they already broke.
Sometimes, love has to start out a little filthy. ~*~ BOOK LINKS ~*~ Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | Goodreads

~*~ REVIEWS FOR GIOVANNI ~*~ "Oh man what do I say?! Young love. Flawed. This couple is far from perfect, they made some serious mistakes, but their love was enough to pull them through." 5 out of 5 stars - Christine, The Dark Romance Junkie *Principessa*
"Once again, Bethany-Kris does an amazing job creating beautifully flawed characters that command all your attention. The plot line was well-paced, creative, sexy and suspenseful." 5 out of 5 stars - Danielle Ward, author of Midnight Sun
"Here comes another book hangover! Bethany writes beautifully that 5 stars are always not enough." 5 out of 5 stars - Goodreads Reviewer, aeyc

BOOK THREE - Filthy Marcellos: Dante

~*~ BLURB ~*~ Dante Marcello’s life has been a carefully planned event as an heir to a Cosa Nostra throne. For as long as he can remember, he’s had one goal in mind, and that’s becoming the Don. With his father ready to step down, it’s Dante’s turn to step up. But without a wife at his side, his seat as the boss is on shaky ground. Until she shows up with an offer he wants to refuse, but can’t.
With her, he’s got everything to gain.
Catrina Danzi is known for her angel face and a predator’s grace. For over a decade, she’s worked as a successful Queen Pin dealing with a repertoire of clientele who can’t afford a scandal. That’s why they ask for her and why they call her Queen. Marrying Dante Marcello means giving up the business and status she loves in order to gain protection she can’t provide on her own, but she no longer has a choice.
Without him, she’s got everything to lose.
The rules for their arrangement are simple: no intimacy, no emotions. Dante isn’t looking for love and Catrina doesn’t need attachments. In the end, life has a way of breaking down walls when you least expect it to, and once love gets in, there’s no bleeding it out. Together, they make a formidable team the Commission won’t be able to ignore. Catrina’s secret of what she’s kept safe will put the entire Marcello family in danger when it finally catches up with her. The Marcellos have yet to be beaten, and they’re not about to start bowing down now.
Even the most beautiful things are a little filthy. ~*~ BOOK LINKS ~*~ Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Google Play | iTunes | Kobo | Goodreads

~*~ REVIEWS FOR DANTE ~*~ "5 BELLO STARS. Well, I must say that I think Ms. Kris saved the best for last. Dante Marcello, the heir apparent/up and coming Don of the Marcello Cosa Nostra – his story was fantastic!" 5 out of 5 Stars - Suzanne, Guest Reviewer for the Slut Sistas Blog
"I was not disappointed his book was fantastic, best in the series!!!" 5 out of 5 Stars - Shanny, Goodreads Reviewer
"This is my absolute favorite book in the series. Dante and Catrina's chemistry together is hot hot hot!" 5 out of 5 stars - Ashley, Goodreads Reviewer

PREQUEL - FILTHY MARCELLOS: Antony

~*~ BLURB ~*~ Antony Marcello didn’t break the rules. Not the ones that mattered, anyway. In the world of La Cosa Nostra, justice was served with a single word and a bullet, not a courthouse and a judge. When he was told to jump, there was only one appropriate response: How high, Boss?
Some rules are worth bending.
La famiglia has been Antony’s goal for longer than he cares to remember. Getting his button is everything alongside family, honor, God, and loyalty. Meeting Cecelia Catrolli puts what he thought he knew upside down as the mafia, friendship, secrets and love carry him through life. Nothing is ever easy.
Some rules are worth the killing.
When Cosa Nostra, the one thing he has always known and trusted, takes away his best friend, leaving Antony to pick up the pieces, he’ll have to decide if the rules are finally worth breaking. He didn’t start out as the boss, he began as just Antony.
Sometimes, you have to learn how to be filthy.
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~*~ Excerpt from Filthy Marcellos: Antony * “What did they do, forget the ‘H’ when they spelled your name on the birth certificate?” Cecelia asked, a teasing smile lighting up her pretty features.
* Antony chuckled, holding out his fork full off cheesecake for her to take. He waited while she drew the sweet bite from the utensil, her lips wrapping around the fork in a way that had his darker urges rising. He quickly reminded himself of the enforcer two booths away, readjusted his position in the seat, and cleared his throat. Yeah, he needed to get as far away from those fucking thoughts as he possibly could.
* And fast.
* Cecelia was innocent. Antony needed to keep that forefront and center. He sure as hell wasn’t, but she was. Why she wanted anything to do with him, he wasn’t sure.
* “No, they didn’t forget to add it in,” Antony finally replied.
* Cecelia used the tip of her thumb to wipe away a bit of cream at the corner of her mouth. Antony’s gaze instantly zoned in on that innocent gesture and she didn’t miss it. Cecelia’s smile turned into a knowing grin.
* Something inside of him said she wasn’t totally innocent.
* “Like Cleopatra,” Antony explained.
* “Hmm?”
* “Cleopatra and Antony. My mother was a romantic. I was lucky I didn’t end up with Romeo for a name. She had a thing for couples who gave everything up for love.”
* “Including their lives,” Cecelia mused.
* “Exactly. What’s love without a little tragedy, as the saying goes. My brother got the namesake and I ended up with Antony.”
* Cecelia chewed on her inner cheek, smiling in that sensual way of hers all over again. “I think I like Antony more, anyway.”
* “Me, too.”
* Her hand found his thigh again. “Take me dancing this weekend, hmm? Somewhere fun. I never get to do fun things, anymore.”
* “I can do that, Tesoro.”
* Whatever she wanted, he’d give.
* “And maybe …” Cecelia trailed off with a sly hum.
* “Maybe what, Cecelia?”
* “This.”
* She leaned up and kissed him before he’d blinked. Soft, warm lips pressed to his and that was it for him. Antony was gone. She tasted like sugar and innocence. Pureness right down to her blood and bones. His cock jerked to life under his slacks the higher her hand rose on his thigh and the harder she kissed him. Quickly, her lips parted and he took the chance to deepen the kiss for the brief moment he could.
* She didn’t pull away.
* Yeah, innocent.
* He was going to dirty this girl up so bad.
* Antony bet she’d like it. ~*~ AUTHOR BIO ~*~ * Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three very young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, a snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something ... when she can find the time.
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A Look At Michelle Roth & 'The Darkness Calls' @mroth_author @evernightpub #paranormal #romance

Today we have author Michelle Roth visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
* In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, The Darkness Calls [The Transfigured Ones]. This book is entirely new territory for me. Where most of my works have been ultra-realistic contemporary romance, I wanted to add in a touch of the paranormal here!
* I was daydreaming one afternoon, as I'm prone to doing and I wondered what life would be like if we lived in a world where we actually knowingly co-existed with vampires. Not in an overtly us vs. them way like the Sookie Stackhouse series, but in a world where all the fuss had long since died down. What would that universe look like? How would humans and vampires interact? How would they feed? How would they work? Interesting questions, right?
* In The Darkness Calls, you'll find answers! A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * When Lilly Ferguson narrowly avoids being mugged after work, she's shocked to find that she's gotten the attention of Talan McKenna. He's the sinfully handsome owner of the Foxwood Casino and Spa where she works. There's only one problem, though...
* Talan is one of the Transfigured. Like half a million others across the globe, he possesses a very specific genetic mutation. It leaves him with the inability to age, an aversion to sunlight, and a thirst for human blood. When he learns of Lilly's tragic past, he worries that it's an obstacle he'll never be able to overcome.
* Despite her heartbreaking history with the Transfigured, Lilly immediately senses that Talan is different. Where her fears once lay, there's only a sense of peace and comfort. Just as they begin to build a love made to last several lifetimes, a shadowy figure from her past emerges and threatens to destroy everything. ~ Excerpt ~ * Within ten minutes, she was surrounded by two security officers and a doctor. He gently prodded at the knot on the back of her head, while she held ice against her throbbing cheek. As he started to shine a small flashlight into her eyes, she heard a deep voice in the hallway murmur, “Where’s the girl? Was she seriously hurt?”
* When he stepped through the door, she realized it was the owner of the casino. She had seen glimpses of him on occasion, but she’d never actually spoken to him. His eyes swept the room and landed on her.
* She blinked in surprise as he knelt down next to the doctor, so he was eye level. His eyes settled on the bag of ice she held against her face. He didn’t speak. The small tic in his cheek was the only reason she could visibly tell that he was upset. Otherwise, his facial expression gave away nothing. His voice was devoid of any emotion when he spoke. “Miss...” he paused, prompting her for her name.
* “Lilly. Lilly Ferguson.”
* He nodded and continued, “Miss Ferguson. You’re okay?”
* She winced. “I hit my head. He hit me in the face. Otherwise, I’m fine.”
* His eyes swept over her, as if he was trying to verify for himself. His eyes took in her bag. The strap had a tear, but for the most part it was still intact.
* Lilly followed his line of sight and took in the torn bag. “That was a casualty of war, too, I guess,” she said with a smirk.
* A slight smile curved his lips as he said, “I’m sorry for your loss. I’m surprised you didn’t just give it to him, though.”
* “I’m not willing to part with what little I own, Mr. McKenna,” she answered honestly.
* He nodded as if he understood.
* Lilly stared blankly at him. She had serious difficulty thinking he’d be able to relate to her in any way. He was one of the Transfigured. Rich as Croesus, he owned the casino, and was a huge power player among his kind.
* Her thoughts must have been written all over her face because he said, “I’ve had almost five hundred years to become who I am, Little One. I can still remember when I had nothing. When I was nothing. I admire your spirit.”
* She swallowed, uncertain.
* “Will you be okay to drive home?” he asked.
* The doctor cut in from the other side of the security office. She hadn’t even realized that he’d moved. He said, “I wouldn’t recommend it, Mr. McKenna. She needs to rest in a dark, quiet room at the very least for the next eight hours. She’s showing signs of a mild concussion.”
* “Very well,” he said, addressing the doctor. He turned to face her and said, “Someone from the hotel will ensure that you get home safely.”
* “But,” she asked. “What about my car?”
* “It can be delivered to you. When do you work next?”
* She blinked, trying to fight the fuzziness in her mind, and said, “Tomorrow afternoon.”
* He shook his head and said, “We’ll reassign your shifts for the next two days. Take the time off.”
* “Thank you,” Lilly said. She couldn’t imagine doing much of anything except laying under her blankets, if her head persisted in feeling like this.
* “Keys,” he prompted.
* She picked them up, then she winced as there was dried blood caked on the car key. She gingerly removed it from the ring and said, “Sorry. It may need a rinse. I managed to gouge him a couple of times.”
* His eyes widened incredulously for a moment before he reached out and took the key from her.
* He didn’t seem to have an aversion to the bloody key. It was, she supposed, his meal of choice. A slow smile, a genuine one, pulled across his face. He said, “Yes, Miss Ferguson, I do admire your spirit.” Buy The Darkness Calls here... Evernight Publishing | All Romance eBooks | Amazon - CA | Amazon - UK | Amazon - US | BookStrand Find Michelle Roth here... Amazon Author Page | eMail | Facebook | Goodreads | Google+ | Newsletter | Twitter | Website Thank you for joining us here today, Michelle Roth! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

A Look At Elodie Parkes & 'A Dom for Patti' @ElodieParkes @evernightpub #BDSM

Today we have author Elodie Parkes visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: Hot love scenes.
* Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
* Elodie writes for, Evernight Publishing | Siren | Hot Ink Press | Eternal Press | Secret Cravings
* She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
* Find Elodie online: Blog | Facebook | FB | Twitter | Tsu | Google + | G+ | Pinterest | YouTube | Amazon UK | Amazon USA | Manic Readers
* Elodie only ever wears boots. (Yes, even in summer) She has three bachelor degrees because she couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted to do, and even then she got two Grad Dips in different subjects, naughty Elodie.
* Elodie loves: Music (her nickname at work is Melody Elodie because she’s often singing), the countryside, the ocean, animals, gorgeous men, technology, art, stockings and garter belts, movies, and potatoes, in any order. Elodie is addicted to black leather jackets, and faded jeans, and owns so many she’s ashamed to count them.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* I'm sharing an Interview with Cameron.
1. If you were a dessert, what would you be?
Chocolate ice cream cake with a drizzle of coffee liqueur
2. What is it like being a personal trainer?
I enjoy seeing people achieve their goals and becoming happier with themselves. I travel with them sometimes, if they’re a movie star or model trying to get back into shape, and that can be fun.
3. What do you do when you need to blow off steam?
I own a fitness center with my brother so I work out and sometimes I’ll take off on a rock-climbing spree.
4. What do you look for in a woman?
Gentleness, intelligence, a sense of humor, sexiness, courage, beautiful eloquent eyes
5. What’s your favorite sex toy?
Mmm, let me think for a moment … okay well all kinds of vibrators and lubes are great because I can give my lady more pleasure
6. The blurb for A Dom for Patti mentions spanking, can we expect some in the story and do you enjoy spanking?
(Laughs) I’ve never been spanked per se, although Patti has dared to slap me on the ass as I pass naked, which I loved and had to kiss her loads to reassure her it was okay. I spank her because it makes her wet, but I don’t put my strength behind it. I do it for her to give her pleasure not to hurt. Frankly, I’d be devastated if I hurt her. I cherish her—she’s mine and we both know it, but that means I take care of her.
7. Tell us a little about Patti.
She works in fashion. She’s pretty, small, slender, and fits over my shoulder. (Smiles) She’s sexy, clever, interesting, luscious … let’s stop this before I start craving her kiss.
8. So, this is a love story?
It sure is. It’s hot, sexy, and there’s a journey, but it’s all worth it. A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * When a fleeting encounter with a handsome stranger ignites Patti’s repressed loneliness, she has to admit she longs for the love of a sensual Dom.
* Luck is on her side when she goes out for the evening, and meets delicious Cameron in The Club—but is he all that he appears to be?
* Cameron’s overwhelming attraction to Patti is tested when she inexplicably fails to show up for a date—just what is going on and will they ever get together?
* An erotic romance, with Dom/sub and spanking elements—a contemporary, magical love story. ~ Excerpt ~ * The darkness soothed Patti. The music lifted her spirits and she smiled at the lovely sight of people enjoying each other. She relaxed in the familiar atmosphere and began to wonder why she’d denied herself this pleasure for so long. Happy now, she wandered along to the bar and ordered coffee.
* Patti spent a pleasant ten minutes drinking her coffee and talking with the bartender, before a man and woman she’d seen around The Club in the past arrived at the bar. Patti cast a sidelong glance at them before transferring her scrutiny to watching their touches and kisses through the length of mirror along the back of the bar. They were obviously a couple. More than that, they were obviously in love.
* Patti left the sight that reminded her of what she desperately wanted and walked along to the end of the room. She stopped in the gloom there and considered going home. She’d shaken her depression and maybe on her next visit she’d find one of the Masters free.
* About to move off, instead, Patti turned abruptly. Someone approached from behind and she was suddenly aware she lurked around in the entrance to the corridor that led to the private rooms.
* He was closer than she’d anticipated. A hard muscular chest met her, and as she bumped against the man, his arms enclosed her.
* Patti looked up into the face of a man she’d never seen before.
* His eyes were dark in the gloom. He’d stopped further into the shadows, but the handsome planes of his face were still obvious. A dimple appeared in his left cheek as he smiled.
* “Hey, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you.” He left his arms around her.
* Patti soaked up the contact. She looked at him with interest. “I was deep in thought.”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing Buy A Dom for Patti here... Amazon - US | Amazon - UK | Evernight Publishing | BookStrand | All Romance Books Thank you for joining us here today, Elodie Parkes! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

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