Tuesday, May 03, 2016

Promo Spotlight on... LEAGUE of ROGUES SERIES By DARCY BURKE

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Darcy Burke is the USA Today Bestselling Author of hot, action-packed historical and sexy, emotional contemporary romance. A native Oregonian, Darcy lives on the edge of wine country with her guitar-strumming husband, their two hilarious kids who seem to have inherited the writing gene, and three Bengal cats. Visit Darcy online at www.darcyburke.com and sign up for her newsletter, follow her on Twitter at twitter.com/darcyburke, or like her Facebook page, www.facebook.com/DarcyBurkeFans.
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Monday, May 02, 2016

Spotlight on.....Kill or Be Kilt by Victoria Roberts

Kill or Be Kilt by Victoria Roberts
Highland Spies, Book 3
ISBN: 9781402292064
Release Date: May 3, 2016
Genre: Historical Romance


About the Book

It’s been three years since Lady Elizabeth Walsingham ended her childish crush on Laird Ian Munro, the fierce Highlander who scared everyone but her. She’s a grown woman now, heading to London to find a proper English gentleman. But when the wild Highland laird walks through the door, she’s that breathless youth all over again.

Ian tries hard to avoid the young lass who’s confounded him for years. But now that they’re attending court, he must keep watch on her night and day. Danger is at every turn and advisors to the Crown are being murdered. Ian soon realizes the girl he’s been protecting is a beautiful lady who needs his help, almost as much as he needs her.


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Victoria Roberts writes sexy, award-winning Scottish historical romances about kilted heroes and warriors from the past. Prior to ever picking up a single romance novel, she penned her first young adult novella at 16 years old. Who knew her leather-studded motorcycle hero would trade in his ride and emerge as a kilt-wearing Highlander wielding a broadsword? Victoria lives with her husband and their two beautiful children in western Pennsylvania. 


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Excerpt from KILL OR BE KILT

Elizabeth didn’t wait for the driver’s hand and stepped down from the coach into the glade. She walked with hurried purpose, and branches cracked under her feet as she made a mad dash through the brush. It wasn’t long before a bunch of thistles attacked the hem of her skirts, and she was pulling and tugging to free her dress. As she stepped behind a bush to see to her personal needs, she yelped in pain.
She should’ve known better than to lower herself too far to the ground. Something pricked her bare bottom. Closing her eyes, she stood. She glanced over her shoulder, and the unyielding patch of nettles appeared as though they mocked her for being so careless. After reaching behind her and determining no unwanted remnants of the dreaded plant remained, she dropped her skirts and wandered deeper into the forest.
Although the summer solstice would soon be upon them, spring had bloomed in the Highlands like a sigh of relief after the long, dark months of winter. Leaves were green, blossoming flowers blanketed the fields, and the sun was shining. If she weren’t so distraught over Uncle Walter’s death or irritated by her sister, this would have been a perfect day.
Elizabeth jumped when something snapped behind her.
“’Tis only me,” said Laird Munro. “I did nae mean to startle ye. Are ye hurt? I heard ye cry out.” He gazed into the forest and, as if he was expecting some­thing to appear, uncertainty crept into his expression.
Rays of sunlight through the pine trees cast his face in contorted shadows. His long, red hair was ruffled by the wind. He looked powerful standing there in his kilt and tunic, not to mention the hand that rested on the hilt of a very large broadsword strapped to his waist. There were age lines around his mouth and eyes, but she’d barely noticed. After all these years, Ian still had a commanding way about him, but she certainly wasn’t going to answer him with the truth—well, at least not all of it.
“Nettles pricked me.”
He closed the distance between them. “Do ye want me to have a look? Ye donna want to leave any nettles beneath the skin.”
“Thank you, but there’s no need. I’m certain noth­ing remains.” An unwelcome blush crept into her cheeks as he held up a large flask.
“If ye pour water over it, the pain will lessen. Where did the wee bastards pierce your skin?”
She felt her face turn to crimson. “I don’t think I need the water, but thank you just the same.”
“If ye change your mind, lass, let me know.” Ian secured the flask on his belt. “We’re resting the horses, but ye should nae be wandering this far into the trees. Let me escort ye back.”
Elizabeth wasn’t about to defy his order. As she walked beside the laird, she silently cursed when the memory of being held in his arms in the bailey came to mind. But as quickly as the thought emerged out of nowhere, the feeling passed. She girded herself with resolve, refusing to relive the humiliation of the past.


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Friday, April 29, 2016

Promo Spotlight: DIRTY BASTARD by Emily Minton and Shelley Springfield

Title: Dirty Bastard
Series: Grim Bastards MC
Authors: Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2016 Cover Artist: Cover Me Darling
She's a biker chick with an edge.
Daughter of an MC president, Trix Slade is used to living on the wild side, but nothing prepares her for being kidnapped by the Grim Bastards MC. Hellbent on getting back home, Trix will do anything to get away from her captors--anything. There’s only one problem, Boz is as sexy as he is wild-- a tempting combination for a woman like Trix.
He's a bastard with a soul.
The Bastards’ president, Boz Creed, wants to bring Trix’s father down and knows the best way to get to him is by using his precious daughter. Determined to get the revenge he seeks, Boz is willing to do anything to get what he wants--anything. There’s only one problem, Trix is as sexy as she is stubborn--a deadly combination for a man like Boz.
Can love between two rival clubs survive without someone taking the ultimate fall?

His hand slowly moves down, pushing my hair back.  Then, he slides his fingers through my long locks, before grabbing the back of my neck.  There is something about his touch that is different this time.  It’s gentle but also electrifying, sending a zap of pure energy through my body.  It’s also possesive, as if he is marking me as his own. I want to be his, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in the world.
Grabbing my hand, he asks, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah,” I mumble, fear creeping into my voice.
As much as I want him, my mind is running in overdrive. Being a virgin, and the daughter of an MC President, I have very little experience with this shit.  Other than a few kisses from high school boys brave enough to risk my father’s wrath, I’m completely naïve about this stuff.  Well, as naïve as a girl that grew up in a biker clubhouse can be. I’ve always wanted Boz, even dreamed that he would be my first, maybe only.  But now that it’s about to happen, my ass is freaking out in a major way.
“Don’t be nervous.  Nothing will happen that you don’t want to,” he says, reading my mood.
He then takes my hand and leads me into the treeline behind the clubhouse.  With each step we take, the sounds of the party grow more faint. The only light is the shining of the moon, making it seem as if we are in a world of our own.  We walk in silence for a few minutes, until we come to a clearing just beside a creek. It’s a place I know well.
He takes the blanket from me, and as he spreads it out on the ground, he says, “No one should bother us here.”
My eyes stare at the moonlight reflecting off the water and ask, “How did you know this place was here?”
“Your dad showed it to me a while back.  The fucker made me go fishing with him,” Boz says, surprising the shit out of me.
This spot has always been special to me; it reminds me of Mom.  We lost her to breast cancer, not long after I met Boz for the first time.  Losing her nearly killed Dad and me both.  Being here brings back a ton of wonderful memories of her and our family.  It’s where my mom taught me to swim, where we would have tea parties and talk about girly crap.  It’s also a place my dad would take us, just to get away from the club for a few minutes.  He said it was our spot, a place for our family to be together.  The last time Dad brought me here was the day after Mom’s funeral.  We sat by the creek, and I cried in his arms until I fell asleep.
“I know it’s no fancy bed, but I always liked it out here,” Boz says as he sits down and pulls me down beside him.  “I hope you’re okay being out here.”
The sound of crickets chirping reaches my ears as a huge smile spreads across my face. I’m more than okay; I’m absolutely estatic.  I have the man of my dreams by my side, and we are in the most beautiful place God ever created.  How could it get any better?
I look up at him and, with all honesty, say, “I think it’s perfect.”
He raises his hand and runs his thumb along my cheek. “Good.  A woman like you deserves perfection.”
I know he’s running a game on me.  I can tell that these are lines he’s used a million times before.  Still, it doesn’t matter.  He is saying everything I need to hear, everything I’ve ever dreamed he would say. I want more, more of him.
He then leans down and places his lips on mine, igniting a fire deep inside me. A nearly silent whimper escapes me, allowing his tongue to sneak inside.  His lips are aggressive and fierce, his tongue gliding against mine as he devours me.  It goes on and on, before he finally pulls back and leans his forehead against mine.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he says with a groan.
Not guarding my words, I tell him, “I will remember that kiss for the rest of my life. I will never forget the way your tongue feels when it’s wrapped around mine.”
He lifts his head just a little and simply stares at me for a second, as if he can’t beleive what I just said.  Finally, his lips come back to mine.  He slowly pushes me backwards, until I am laying flat on the blanket, and continues to kiss me as his body comes down on mine.    We kiss for a few minutes, our hands all over each other.  Touching and caressing, we get as close as we can to each other with our clothes still on.
Finally, he starts to lift my shirt.  As soon as his hand touches my stomach, I go wild.  Sitting up, I pull off my shirt. I do the same to him, trying to jerk his shirt off.
“Slow down, darlin’,” he says, slipping off his cut and tossing it on the edge of the blanket.
He then pulls off his shirt, giving me my first glimpse of his ink-covered chest.   I reach out to touch the massive Grim Bastard tat, but he stops me, going in for another kiss.  At the same time, he reaches up and rubs his hand along the seam of my bra, barely touching my breast.
Slipping a finger inside the cup, he whispers, “So fucking beautiful.”
He reaches around and unsnaps it, allowing my bra to drop to the ground.  “Oh yeah, more beautiful than I ever imagined.”
His lips meet mine again, stealing my breath away.  His hand caresses my breast as he takes my puckered nipple in between his fingers and squeezes, before giving it a twist.  My pussy convulses with anticipation of what’s to come.  I am soaking wet with desire. Unable to stop myself, I rub my thighs together just to get a little friction.
He tightens his fingers on my nipple and says, “Fuck, darlin’, you’re gonna have to quit doing that. I can feel the heat coming off of that sweet little pussy everytime you move.  My dick is already so damn hard, it’s about to bust out of my pants.”
“I want you.”  I reach down and rub my hand over his jean-covered cock.
At first contact, fear starts to fill me again.  He’s hard as hell and so fucking huge.  I may have never touched a dick before, but I’ve seen my fair share around the clubhouse.  None have been this big. The thought of him trying to fit in my body is as terrifying as it is exciting.
My hand works up and down his length, squeezing tight each time I come to the tip.  With each squeeze, he lets out a grunt.  The sound is driving me insane with need.  He pulls back enough to unbutton my jeans.  He slides them down, taking my panties with them.  As soon as they join my other clothes, he comes back down on me.  
As his tongue invades my mouth once again, a moan of pure pleasure escapes me.  As if he knows what I need, his hand slides between my legs, tweaking my clit.  Instinctively, I lift my hips to meet his searching fingers.  I need his cock to be inside me.
When he finally rubs his fingers in between my folds, he mumbles, “Fuck, Trix.  Your pussy is soaking wet.  I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my dick.”
“Please,” I beg, not quite sure what I am asking for.
One of his fingers enters me, curling up to touch the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside. It feels so damn good I almost come from the pressure alone.  As he slides his finger in and out, he uses his thumb to rub small circles over my clit.  Unable to hold back a minute more, I let out a long moan.
I grab onto both of his shoulders and pull him toward me, needing his lips on mine.  As his tongue enters my mouth again, he pushes another finger inside, stretching me to my limits.  My hips keep moving against his hand, until fireworks explode in my body.
As my pussy convulses around his fingers, he groans.  “Your pussy is so fucking tight.  I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
Placing my lips on his, I say, “I need you inside me now.”
He kisses me one more time before getting up to unbutton his jeans.  “I’d like nothing more, darlin’.”
After he gets his pants unsnapped and the zipper down, he kicks off his boots.  Just as he starts to push his jeans down, the sound of someone walking through the woods hits my ear.  “Boz, brother, get your ass back to the club house.”
Boz stops, zips his pants back. “What the fuck?” Reaching over for his tee, he hands it to me.  “Put that on, darlin’.”
“Who is that?” I ask, covering myself up as quickly as possible.
He just shakes his head, before walking to the edge of the clearing and shouting, “What the hell do you need, Round?”
I hear heavy footfalls hitting the ground, just before an older man steps into the clearing.  He doesn’t even bother to look at me as he says, “It’s your dad.”
“What the fuck did he do now?” Boz asks, walking back to the blanket and shoving his boots back on.  “You do know I’m not his keeper, right?”
The older man doesn’t answer, just turns around and starts back to the clubhouse.  Over his shoulder he says, “Hurry the fuck up.  He’s hurt bad.”
Leaving me without a word, Boz takes off at a run.  I jump up, pull on my jeans and head after him, not even bothering with the rest of our stuff.  As soon as I step into the clubhouse, I see Boz in my dad’s face.
When I get close enough, I hear Boz talking in a menacing whisper.  “Who the fuck shot him?”
It’s at that moment, I see Boz’s dad lying on the floor, his vacant eyes staring at the ceiling.  His chest is covered in blood, and there is no doubt in my mind that he has drawn his last breath.  Unable to hold it back, my stomach revolts.  Leaning forward, I heave today’s lunch onto the floor. One of the old ladies comes over and grabs my shoulders, pulling me into her arms.  She leads me out of the room, away from the dead body.
Just as we step outside, I hear Boz shout,  “I asked you a fucking question.  Who shot my father?”
“I don’t know,” Dad says with a shake of his head.  “He’s been running his mouth all damn night, putting his hands on the old ladies.  You know this shit was bound to happen sooner or later.”
That’s the last I hear before I am jerked outside.  Peeking at Boz just before the door closes, I see his eyes on me.  From the look on his face, I can tell that any chance we had is gone.
USA Today Bestselling author, Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children. Emily loves to read and has more books on her kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but she intends to read every single one. She has published nine books, but there are many more are floating around in her head. She hopes to get them all on paper before long. She loves sharing her dreams with her readers.

Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn't see herself leaving the bluegrass state anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.Although Grim Bastards is her first published novel, she has been a fan of romance reads for many, many years. Shelley loves all sorts of genres of romance but Contemporary, New Adult, and Romantic Comedy are her all-time favorites.
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Thursday, April 28, 2016

Promo Spotlight: BANGER'S RIDE by Chiah Wilder

Title: Banger's Ride
Series: Insurgents MC #5
Author: Chiah Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: April 23, 2016
Banger, President of the Insurgents MC, isn’t looking for a woman to replace his beloved wife. Ever since she died, he’s closed his heart to loving again. He satisfies his carnal pleasure with the club girls and hoodrats. It’s safer that way. 
The President of the national club may have sparkling blue eyes and an infectious smile, but make no mistake, if someone crosses him or his club, he’d slit their throat in a heartbeat.
Set in his ways, tough, tattooed, and a no BS-type of man, Banger is doing just fine until he meets the sassy, curly-haired, single mom who can cook the best fried chicken he’s ever tasted. 
He can’t get enough of her cooking…or her. 
For the first time since he’s been widowed, he wants a woman in his life warming his bed. 
And the no-nonsense woman, who has a body made for sinning, has turned his world upside down.
Belle Dermot is a widow with two kids whose husband left her penniless. Wanting a fresh start, she moves to Pinewood Springs and takes a job at the local diner cooking tasty, home-cooked meals.
After finding out her husband was a cheating louse, the last thing she wants is another man in her life. She has her hands full with a rebellious teenage daughter, paying the bills, and fending off nasty accusations that she poisoned her husband.
Then she meets Banger, the muscular, handsome, and rugged biker who comes crashing into her life. 
If only he wasn’t so nice to her and didn’t get her all hot and bothered. And why did he have to be so damn good in bed?
As hard as she tries to push him away, he keeps slipping back into her life, helping her with her problems. And Banger’s not the type to let go once he decides on something. And he’s decided to make Belle his. Now, he just needs her to agree to be his woman…
The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Banger and Belle’s love story. This book contains violence, sexual assault (not graphic), strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. If any of these issues offend you, please do not read the book. HEA. No cliffhangers! The book is intended for readers over the age of 18. **For a limited time, Book 1, Hawk's Property, is included as a bonus book.**

“OMG I can’t even begin to describe how fantastic this book is! I am utterly in love with Banger! He’s a total bada@@ and you can’t help but latch onto him! Belle is everything you want to be in a woman and she won’t take Banger’s crap!!! I’m addicted to this series, I need more now!!” ~Alpha Book Club
“I loved this book and can't wait for the next installment of the Insurgents MC. A great mix of romance, suspense and a bit of angst thrown in.” ~Ebook Indulgence
Chiah Wilder is the author of Hawk’s Property, the first book in the Insurgents MC Series. It is a full length, standalone novel. Its release date is set for October 27, 2015.

Always a lover of books, she began writing at a young age and continued through college with collections of short stories. Figuring she had to grow up and get a “real” job, her writing was placed on the back burner. 
Her love of reading has always be center front in her life. Chiah’s love of bad boys both in and out of fiction has inspired her Insurgents series. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. In fiction there are no rules or boundaries, and fantasies can go as far as the characters want to take them. Steamy, biker romances with rough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons. 
Returning to writing has been a dream come true. Writing and publishing Hawk’s Property has been an amazing journey, and she is happy to share the Insurgents family with her readers. She is busy writing her next book in the series.
Chiah would love to hear from you. You can contact her at: chiahwilder@gmail.com
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