Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Giveaway & Guest Post: Pool of Crimson (The Blushing Death #1) by Suzanne M. Sabol

Pool of Crimson (The Blushing Death #1) by Suzanne M. Sabol

Killing vampires is easy. Trusting one will be the hardest thing Dahlia Sabin has ever done. Dahlia has lived a lonely existence as a killer of the undead. Known as The Blushing Death to those that fear her, Dahlia uncovers a plot by Columbus's Master Vampire, Ethan. He intends to raise a demon from the depths of hell to destroy the city, cement his power, and take control. In her pursuit to stop a demon from manifesting, Dahlia sinks deeper into the city's supernatural underworld and discovers that vampires are not only deadly; one in particular could be dangerous to her very soul and her heart. Patrick, the Master vampire's second-in-command with dark penetrating eyes and a cool, deadly sophistication, can't stay away and Dahlia can't tell him no.

There's something that neither of them knows, Ethan wants Dahlia's unleashed power for himself and is willing to do anything to get it. Dahlia is in a race against time to send the demon back to hell, at war with her better judgment, trusting a dark and intriguing vampire with his own agenda, while struggling to save her own neck. As the portal to hell opens, Dahlia has only herself to rely on in order to survive, if she can ... Also be sure to check out more action in the second book of the series with Dahlia Sabin, MIDNIGHT ASH.


“Well, Ma’am, it’s not the battery. I can tow it back to the garage on Third Avenue for you but that’s about all I can do here,” the tow truck driver said, after fifteen minutes of tinkering under my hood.
“I guess if it’s not going to start, I’ll have to take that,” I replied, my shoulders slumping in frustration.

“Do you need a ride, Ma’am?” he asked after watching me for a silent moment.

“No, Sir,” Jade said with a broad and bright smile that turned the corners of her mouth up in a sexy grin. The tow truck driver noticed, too, and couldn’t seem to take his eyes from her smile. “I’ll take her home,” she finished with a cocky hand on her hip.

The guy hoisted my car up onto the back of his flatbed and I waved goodbye to my ten year old, piece of shit, Pontiac. Damn it.

I slid into the warm leather seats of Jade’s fairly new BMW 3 Series Sedan. Everything was jet black, smooth, and sleek. It looked as if it was built for stealth. When she said that her dad had money, she wasn’t kidding. This thing was top of the line.

“So, where to?” she asked with a smile as she started the car in a roar of a beautifully tuned engine, something I hadn’t heard in a very long time.

“Grandview,” I said as I fastened my seatbelt. “I hope this isn’t taking you out of your way?” I suddenly felt ashamed. We’d gone to a sushi restaurant on the North end of town, but I had no idea where she lived.

“Don’t worry about it. I was just going to go home and start working on this Atiman thingy,” she said with a smile.“Ahriman.”

“Right, so this Ahriman could be a lot of things but if we combine it with the amulet you found, I’d say demon.”

“Demon, huh?” I asked as I shifted in my seat to face her. I’d grown up Catholic so I knew theoretically about demons but being told as a child about the fall of Lucifer and knowing that vampires were actually protecting themselves against demons were two different things.

“Yeah,” she said as she glanced at me from the corner of her eye then pulled onto I-71 South.
I caught a flash of headlights as I glanced out the rearview window.

“Especially with the caraway. That ingredient would guard against any demon since it’s powerful enough to guard against Lilith, the mother of all demons. The obsidian gives it a special twist I can’t quite figure out yet.”

A brand new white Dodge Charger pulled up alongside us at high speed in the lane to the left of Jade’s car. They slowed and maintained our speed, then dropped to just behind Jade’s rear bumper. The driver, a small woman with thick, curly, dark hair who could barely see over the dashboard, gawked at us.  The passenger, however, kept his head turned toward the driver and away from us.
The look in the driver’s eyes as they met mine was predatory and hungry and set my teeth on edge.
The passenger finally looked at me with a sneer. SMARMY! The glint of recognition in his eyes made my pulse race. Their presence was no coincidence.

“Now, I’ve never seen—”

“Jade,” I interrupted with a sharp tone. Her bright green eyes turned to me in surprise. “Can you slow down for me, please?” I said in a calmer tone, belying the pounding of my heart. An exit was coming up. We needed to make that without the Dodge Charger getting off, too.

Jade looked confused, but she dropped a good five miles per hour off her speed, taking her foot from the gas and not applying the brake. The white Dodge Charger did the same.

“Are we in trouble?” Jade glanced in her side mirror at the car slowing in the lane beside her.

“Not yet, just keep it at this speed and then take the I-270 West exit at the very last minute, then gun it,” I said, keeping an eye on the smirk cresting Smarmy’s lips.

I really wish I was driving. I’d show him a few tricks.
Jade did exactly what I said and when we hit the onramp, she laid her foot down on the gas, hard. The turbo engine revved and I whipped around in my seat to see where the white Charger was. It was hard to find in the darkness, and then I spotted it.
The driver was coming for us, across three damned lanes of traffic. Horns blared from the highway in long angry cries. She made the turn through the grass and headed up the hill, off-road, and toward us.

“Shit.” Smarmy and the crazy lady were gaining on us. “Go, go, go,” I yelled as the Charger closed in. I felt Jade’s car change gears and knew we had already hit 75 miles per hour.
“Get around this car, now!”

Jade swerved the car hard, and I drifted up, straining again the seatbelt before slamming my back into the door. I pulled myself back into the seat, my fingers clutched around the headrest as she straightened the car out. The white Charger bore down on us like a rampaging beast, all growling grill and glaring headlights. It was going to hit us. No, it was going to ram us.

Jade drove like a woman who wanted to avoid an accident or a ticket and the Charger drove like it wanted to send us into oblivion. That was the only thing keeping the Charger in proximity to Jade’s BMW. 
 God, I wish I was driving.

“Change lanes,” I screamed at her.

Jade slid the car easily into the next lane. A BMW should have been able to outrun the Charger any day of the week but not with Jade driving. “Drive this fucking car like you mean it!” I shouted in frustration.

The Charger got within a few feet of the bumper of Jade’s car and everything seemed to move in slow motion. I couldn’t do a damned thing but watch it happen. The Charger bumped Jade’s back end almost gently but the jolt rippled through the car like it was on a chain-pulled roller coaster. The force of the impact slammed me back in my seat and against the door. “Get over,” I screamed again over the pounding in my ears.
Jade jerked the car into the next lane then fought to straighten it out and keep control. Just as we were almost out of reach and I could see another exit, the metallic sound of metal on metal ripped through the air as the Charger clipped the back end of Jade’s car. I was flung back against my seat from the pull of the spin and pinned to the passenger side door as the car spun out of control. The entire world went silent as the tires squealed.
Tail lights. Trees. Head lights.
Taillights, trees, headlights.
Taillights ...

Suzanne M Sabol is the author of Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance. Welcome to my site! Stop in for exciting extras from the Blushing Death Series, tidbits of what’s to come, and exciting news.
Suzanne M Sabol is a member of Romance Writers of America; Central Ohio Fiction Writers; North East Ohio Romance Writers Chapter; Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal Chapter of RWA.
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Feature: The Story of Control By Adrianna Taylor

 The Real Truth about BDSM…

Written by British Dominatrix, Adrianna Taylor, The Story of Controlwill stimulate the reader’s most private inner fantasies as it reveals the secret, steamy world of BDSM.
The book fuses the author’s experiences as professional Dominatrix with her compelling life story; showing that the sweet-looking girl next door may actually lead a very different life, and be spanking bare bottoms behind closed doors in the house next door to you.
A must read for everyone who wants to expand their horizons.
About the author
Adrianna Taylor is a professional Dominatrix, known as Mistress Hallie Brookes. She has been a Dominatrix for 3 years, seeing clients regularly. She is 26, an attractive blonde, and a former fetish/glamour model. She is very bright, articulate, and a woman to be reckoned with. She lives in an ordinary, semi-detached house, in an ordinary housing estate in a medium-sized English town. However her life is far from ordinary. It is hard to believe this sweet, shy woman has a secret that she keeps from the outside world. In her secret life, Adrianna is known as Mistress Hallie Brookes, a formidable Dominatrix who likes to wield the cane on the bottoms of men.
The Story of Control is the first book in the story of Adrianna’s real-life experiences, mixed in with her life story. It is hard for most people to believe that this kind of thing could easily be going on in their neighbour’s house. Behind closed curtains. Of course, names are changed, and describing characteristics mixed up, to protect Adrianna’s clients’ privacy. Many people will find it hard to believe that this girl-next-door lookalike could be doing such outrageous things on a daily basis, quite possibly next door to where you live. And, proving that Adrianna is an ordinary person like you or me, the book is mixed with insights into the ordinary reality of her life when she is not being a Dominatrix.
BDSM is now a very popular topic thanks to a few well-known fictional novels. But The Story of Control is about factual real-life experiences in the world of BDSM, and the story of a young woman (who happens to be a Dominatrix) making her way through life - her loves and relationships. The Story of Control will appeal to both women and men, empowering both sexes to do (maybe) what they've always secretly wanted to do.
“This book is incredibly diverse, giving readers everything from blood-rushing depictions of my experiences through to the more poignant aspects of my personal story,” says Adrianna Taylor. “It also examines the changing role of women. For example, there have been Dominatrixes operating for centuries, but only now is society ready for one of them to come out of the woodwork and release a book. ’50 Shades of Grey’ has caught the public imagination, but it’s a work of fiction. This is the real deal.”
Taylor continues, “Readers will get to learn about a shadowy world that has always existed, but is often swept under the rug. I’ve literally seen and done it all – now you too can read about my very varied experiences.”
Extracts from a professional critique dated 12th May 2014:
“..it proved totally absorbing.”
I started reading it with the intention of merely reading the Prologue and Chapter One to get a 'feel' for the content but found myself so completely absorbed in it…. that I continued reading and read it from beginning to end in two sittings….”
“..it is a very sophisticated book of its type, carefully avoiding base and crude language and behaviour which elevates it above other books falling within the same genre.”
“…the reader feels privileged to have been led by the hand through this unusual world by someone as intelligent, self-aware and with such an absorbing personality as the author.”
For more information, to read excerpts, view recent photos of Adrianna,
 or to buy the book, visit: www.thestoryofcontrol.com

The Story of Control
is now available to purchase from Amazon on Kindle or paperback
Follow Adrianna on Twitter

Adrianna is available for interview via her agent, ​​​Nick Davies, at press@thestoryofcontrol.com
If you would like a copy of the book to review or feature on your website or blog, please contact Kris Barnes of Authoramp

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Cover Reveal: An Indecent Affair Part IV By Stephanie Julian

Indecent Affair Part IV (1)
Title: An Indecent Affair Part IV
Author: Stephanie Julian
Release date: September 15, 2014
About An Indecent Affair Part IV:
  Kat has uprooted her life and moved to Philadelphia. She's starting her own business and opening her heart. But caring for two men brings both rewards and pitfalls. Tristan and Adam are determined to keep Kat close and win her heart. But work dangers and family obligations conspire to tear them apart before their fragile relationship has a chance to grow into something stronger.


Kat’s mouth dropped open at Tristan’s bald statement. Naked and between them. Oh, god, yes. That sounded wonderful. She wanted that. And everything that went with it. All she needed was the courage to take what they offered. Go ahead. Do it. Say yes. Tristan watched her, his expression intent and a challenge in his eyes. From the very first, he’d been upfront about exactly what that he wanted. Which was her. Nothing in her life had prepared her for Tristan. No one had ever pursued her with such straightforward commitment. It made her ache for everything he wanted to give her. At the same time, it made her wary of giving herself over to him and having the rug pulled out from under her later. That was a game her mother liked to play. Give with one hand and take away with the other. Kat had learned to be wary of anyone who offered her anything with no visible strings attached. There were always strings. Something else her mother had taught her. Her gaze skipped to Adam, who had all sorts of hidden strings. She wasn’t sure she had the necessary tools to deal with him. He held his emotions so closely in check, she sometimes wondered if he felt anything at all. Well, anything besides lust. If they continued this affair, she’d have to learn to deal with that. And decide if she could live with a man who only wanted her sexually. If Adam didn’t commit… If he was only in it for the short-term... Could she live with knowing she would be only a bed partner to him? Can you live with knowing you didn’t even try? She’d regret it every single day. “I want that, too.” Tristan’s immediate smile lit him up, stealing the air from her lungs. His expression transformed into one of a man who’d gotten exactly what he wanted. Which was her. The thought made excitement sizzle and pop along her nerves. Then she slid another glance at Adam and panic nipped at her confidence. “It’s just…” She struggled to pick the right words. “I’m just not sure I know how to do…this.” Tristan shook his head. “There’s no right or wrong. We’ll figure out what works for us as we go.” She nodded but that didn’t exactly make her feel better. She liked having a plan. Liked knowing what was expected of her. Where she fit into the scheme of things. “Kat.” Adam’s voice made her blink before her gaze flipped to him. “Yes?” “We want this. Both of us.” Adam stared at her just as intently as Tristan had seconds ago. But his eyes lacked the warmth Tristan’s held. Or did they? She couldn’t read Adam. As much as she tried, as much as she wanted to, she didn’t know what he was thinking. The only thing she was sure of was Adam’s desire for her. That was clear as day. Frustration bit at her. Would it always be like this? Would she always be lacking something in Adam’s eyes? And did it matter, if she found what she needed in Tristan’s? “Do you? How can I know that for sure?” Adam’s chin lifted. “You can’t. You can only trust me when I say that I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” She absolutely believed that. She also knew that Adam’s bond to Tristan was so strong, Adam might accept her into his bed simply because he knew that’s what Tristan wanted. Except that didn’t explain yesterday’s encounter. “Did you tell him?” The question escaped before she could bite her tongue. She wanted to take back the words immediately. Glancing at Tristan, he didn’t look shocked or surprised as Adam nodded. Thank god. That pressing weight on her shoulders suddenly felt twenty times lighter. “Good. That’s…good. I don’t want there to be secrets.” With a widening grin, Tristan took a step closer. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. Adam and I know each other. We trust each other. You’re not a prize we’re competing for. You’re the woman we want to make love to.” Desire heated her blood at the warmth in Tristan’s eyes. Her fingers itched with the urge to reach out and run her fingers along Tristan’s strong jaw. To feel the slight abrasion of his whiskers against her skin. To let her fingers run down his neck to the broad muscles of his chest. Wanted to strip off his shirt and press her naked body against his. She wanted Adam to plaster himself against her back, grip her hips with his hands and bite her neck so hard he left a mark. Her gaze flipped to Adam, who’d held his ground. “But you have to understand,” Adam said. “I’m not Tristan. I’m not easy.” Amazingly, Adam’s blunt statement made her smile. As her lips curved, Adam’s expression lost some of its darkness. “I’ve actually been able to pick that up on my own.” Tristan cut the distance between them by another step and her heart skipped a couple of beats. “So are you ready to eat?’ Tristan asked. She blinked. “You want to eat first?” Tristan’s grin widened and even Adam’s lips curved. Reaching for her hand, Tristan squeezed her fingers then rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “We’re not just interested in sex.” Neither was she. But relationships were fraught with even more pitfalls than “just sex.” “Okay.” “Kat.” She looked at Adam. “Yes?” “Do you want to eat?” She did. Her stomach rumbled at the thought. “Dinner. Yes. Let’s order dinner.” “Or would you rather we lay you out on the table and show you why you won’t be sorry you said yes?”

Have a look at Part I, Part II & Part III of An Indecent Affair

  Part I
Indecent Affair Part IOne night. One woman. Two men. Twice the desire.
Katrina refuses to give in to her mother’s demand to marry a man she can’t stand. After years of trusting no one with her heart or her body, she wants to be swept off her feet, to experience complete surrender, if only for one night.
Tristan has lusted after Katrina for years and tonight he’s making his move. He’ll steal her away from his brother, who doesn’t deserve her. Then he and his best friend, Adam, will give her exactly what she wants…
  Amazon // B&N
Part II
Indecent Affair Part II
Katrina is finally taking control of her life. She's quit her job in Boston and is opening her own law practice in Philadelphia, home to Tristan and Adam. She spent one sensually mind-blowing night in their arms. And then she snuck out before morning.
Tristan is looking forward to breaking down Kat's walls and starting a relationship. Adam isn't sure Kat is the woman he and Tristan need in their lives. And he'll do whatever it takes to make sure they don't make a huge mistake...

Part III
Indecent Affair Part III CoverLetting her insecurities get the better of her, Katrina pushed Adam away after another amazing night in bed between him and Tristan. In the light of day, she realizes she needs to apologize. She only hopes Adam will listen.
After walking out on Katrina, Adam believes the only way Tristan can have a shot at a relationship with her is for Adam to step aside. He’s not the kind of man she needs in her life and Tristan has wanted her for too long to give up now.
Or course, passion has a way of derailing the best of intentions… Amazon//B&N
About Stephanie Julian:
Stephanie JulianI'm a reformed reporter who enjoys making up stories much more than writing about real life.
In sixth grade, I found my mother's stash of romance novels hidden under her bed and realized they were much more interesting than the books in the school library. I devoured Rosemary Rogers, Bertrice Small and, most especially, Kathleen Woodiwiss. In college, I majored in English and continued to expand my favorites list. Shakespeare, the Canterbury Tales, the Bronte sisters, Mary Shelley. Then I graduated and discovered there wasn't much I could do with an English degree. That's when I found out they would pay me to write for a living at a newspaper. Want to learn how to write tight and clean? Work for a daily local and condense a three-hour meeting with an angry mob of residents upset about a sewer system overhaul into 15 inches in 20 minutes. After my sons were born, I freelanced, working at home in my drafty attic office, and developed a two-book-a-day Harlequin habit that turned into a writing habit. My first attempts at romance were firmly rooted in the Harlequin tradition and I sold my first two romances to Avalon Books under the name Stephanie Scott. But writing sweet romances was not what I'd had in mind. I wanted to write books where people actually got to have sex. I contracted my first erotic romance to Ellora's Cave and never looked back. I write sexy series that combine heat with heart. Four are linked by Etruscan Magic: Magical Seduction, Lucani Lovers, Forgotten Goddesses and Darkly Enchanted. I also write the silly-funny, super-sexy Lovers on the Fringe series and the straight contemporary DeMarco Investigations series. I'm also writing the serial menage, INDECENT. BY PRIVATE INVITATION, NO RESERVATIONS and OVER EXPOSED comprise the contemporary erotic romance series, Salon Games. I'm happily married to a Springsteen fanatic and I'm the mother of two sons who introduced me to the joys of Slipknot, Warped Tour and never-ending headaches.  

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