Friday, December 19, 2014

Eight Nights with a Hero featuring Joan Swan!

                                        Eight Nights with a Hero
Authors:         Dee J. Adams, Chris Almeida & Cecilia Aubrey, Carolyn Crane, Misty Evans, Adrienne Giordano, Stacy Green, Katie Reus and Joan Swan
Publisher:       Éire Publishing, LLC
Release Date: December 16, 2014
Genre:             Romantic Suspense

From Joan Swan

Blurb for First Temptation (Covert Affairs Series, Book 2)

Counter terrorist agent Taft Walker knows the Mexican cartel smuggling game. But posing as part owner of an adult store to ferret out the newest tunnel into the US is a first. So is Zoe Brooks, his partner, new to undercover and a sex-toy virgin. Taft’s up for the sexy challenge. At least until he sees the real Zoe beneath her tough façade and realizes, for the first time in his life, he’ll have to risk his heart to win.

After the death of a teammate, Border Patrol Agent Zoe Brooks is ready to get off the front lines. She’s willing to tolerate a swaggering partner like Taft for a chance to work investigations with ICE. But she’s not prepared for the way he understands her deepest, sexiest desires. Or the fact that she’ll have to break her own rules to grab hold of the passion she’s always wanted.

Excerpt from First Temptation

“Walker,” Rio said. “I’m not finished.”
He shrugged. Swiped half of Brooks’s English muffin.
She picked up her fork and fisted the handle, holding it over her plate with a go-ahead-make-my-day glint in her eye.
Taft laughed. At least she had a sense of humor. If nothing else, he’d get some entertainment value out of annoying her.
“Because of the nature of the store, you’ll have to work as a team,” Rio said, killing Taft’s idea of relegating Brooks to shopkeeper. “The cover is for a couple taking over new management of the shop.”
“Why?” Taft didn’t try to hide his disdain. He was so not going to couple with Brooks.
Rio picked up his coffee and sat back in the booth. He took a long sip and met both their gazes in turn.
“Because it’s an adult store,” he said, then clarified. “A sex shop.”
Surprise made Taft bust up with laughter, interrupting Rio. “Sorry, dude. Sorry. God, I love this job.” He gestured. “Go on.”
“And since we need two agents to run the op,” Rio continued, “a heterosexual couple seemed like the most believable scenario.”
Oh, yeah. That partner thing.
“Also,” Rio said, “Picasso evidently has a thing for porn. Specifically live porn. He gets off on watching couples get it on and would be attracted to a young, hot couple running a sex shop. If we’re lucky, if it’s played right, he could go to inspect the tunnel, see the shop, see you two—or the agents running the shop—and walk straight to us.”
Taft sat back, took a big bite of the English muffin, and chewed around a lingering grin. He glanced at Brooks. Her mouth was open, her face drained of color.
He chuckled and slid a purposeful, hot glance over her face and chest. It took effort. Nothing turned him off more than a woman in uniform. “Now I know you’re not going to work out for this assignment.”
“What,” she said, her voice ice cold with warning, “does that mean?”
Taft glanced at Rio. He was watching closely—to see how they’d work together, Taft knew. Which was perfect. He was going to send Brooks over the edge. Then maybe he’d get a hot partner he could authentically get it on with.
He leaned over and glanced beneath the table, then sat up with a heavy sigh. “Baby, you couldn’t sex yourself up enough to fit into a store like that if you worked at it for a month.”
Her fork hit the plate again. But this time it hadn’t fallen. She’d thrown it. “Oh, you don’t think so?”
“Okay,” Rio broke in, “hold on—”
“Nope,” Taft said to Zoe, ignoring Rio. He shoved the rest of the muffin into his mouth. “I know so.”
She slid sideways out of her chair and stood. Instead of storming out like he expected, she held his gaze and rolled her shoulders in a slow shrug. The oddly sensual move made her jacket fall off her shoulders. But the look in her eyes was what hinted that Taft was about to eat his words. As unfathomable as that still seemed.
The jacket moved down her arms in a smooth slide until it reached her hands, where she fisted the fabric and tossed it onto the chair without looking away from him.
Taft slouched back and waved his fingers in a bring-it gesture. “Gonna give me a lap dance, Agent?”
“In your dreams, Agent.” She lowered her hands to her duty belt and stroked the leather. Her fingers were long and slender. The scraped knuckles seemed out of place. Slowly, purposefully, she unlatched her belt and dropped all her cop crap to the empty seat beside hers.
Taft’s gaze rose from her slim hips, evident now without all the weaponry covering the great curves.  She swept off her ball cap and shook out her hair.
Long, thick, shiny waves of copper tumbled around her shoulders, softening everything about her. And with her hair down, her hat off, a full view of the way those green eyes dominated her delicate face…
Oh yeah. He was going to eat his words. 

About Joan Swan

Joan Swan is a New York Times bestselling author of passion, danger, and suspense. In her spare time, she also writes bestselling red-hot contemporary romance as Skye Jordan. Joan lives on the beautiful central coast of California with her husband and two daughters, and in her spare time enjoys riding her horse, running her dogs on the beach, cross fitting, gardening, knitting, reading and escaping to movie matinees.


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Thursday, December 18, 2014

Q&A with....Pippa Jay!!!!

1.  Tell us about your newest release. 

No Angel is a futuristic urban fantasy short with a sexy, conflicted incubus and the lost angel he’s sent to find.


How far would you fall for love?

Centuries ago, guardian angel Lucien committed a terrible sin. He gave into his own desires and revealed himself to the mortal woman he'd been charged to protect. By kissing her, he condemned himself. Torn of his wings and his angelic powers, thrown down into the City Below, Lucien now serves Satan as an incubus who claims souls for his master from the City Above, and who feeds on the energy stolen from his mortal lovers. Dark, sexy and charming, he's been top of his league for decades uncounted.

Until His Infernal Highness decides to send Lucien looking for a lost angel. Lucien has no idea what he did to deserve such a punishment, and the touch of an angel could destroy him. Yet the challenge and the potential kudos of seducing one of his former heavenly kin leads him on.

But when he finds the angel, he learns he still has more to lose than his already forsaken soul.

2.  What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story? 

That I have some very strange ideas about Hell and who Satan might be. I also used a body part word that I’d shied away from so far, but it fitted the style and content of the scene. ;)

3.  Do you have any interesting quirks or rituals? 

I don’t know that anyone would describe them as interesting. I have a thing about numbers, so I like to have matching, round or even numbers for things like reviews or likes. I won’t even get out of bed or do anything without my glasses on - I hate not being able to see properly. I don’t like to step on cracks in the pavement.

4.  What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer? 

Oh, the list is waaaay too long to mention! My top author influences just now are Neal Asher, Jaine Fenn, and Isaac Marion.

5.  What does your family think about your career as a published author? 

They’ve finally stopped calling me crazy and consider it fairly cool, especially my kids because their teachers take interest in it.

6.  Besides writing, what other interests do you have? 

Watching and reading scifi, sewing (particularly making cosplay outfits), drawing, creating graphics and mock covers for my books, dancing to keep fit, and I have a pet leopard gecko and five bantam chickens to care for.

7.  Can you tell us what is coming up next for you? 

I’m working on edits to re-release my debut novel, the rights for which reverted to me earlier in the year. I also have a YA dystopian romance releasing in April 2015.

8.  How can readers connect with you online?

My favourite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter, but you can find me at the links below, and I have a Contact Me form on my website.
Blogs –
Adventures in Scifi -
Spacefreighters Lounge -
Amazon page -


A new burning consumed his body. He wanted to reach out and hold her. Wrap his arms around her, and drown in her kiss. But even as he took one shaky step toward her, the light and goodness within her scorched him and he staggered back a step, one arm thrown up to shield himself.
"Lucien." Her voice washed over him like a sweetly scented summer breeze. He dared to drop his arm and look at her again.
"Miranda." Her name came out as a growl, and he cursed himself for it.
Her frown deepened. "Lucien, what's happened to you?" She took a step closer and he shied away. No matter how she'd come to him, welcomed him, her angelic powers could still be deadly. "Oh, my love, what have you become?"
My love. The words cut him as deeply as the priest's forgiveness. The pain stirred his resentment. She had been the cause of his fall. The reason for his torment. And now she was scolding him for it?
"What I am is what you helped turn me in to." He raised his head, glared at her. "What I am is because of you."
She shook her head. "Is that really what you think? That it's all my fault?" Tears glimmered in her eyes. "I've watched you for a long time now. Waiting for the right time to come to you. I've seen how your existence has come to trouble you more in the last decades. How the tasks set to you have crushed what remains of your soul."
Lucien snorted. "My soul? I lost that with my heart. And my wings."
"No. You didn't. You hate what you do. You sealed your heart in stone to protect yourself, but you can't bring yourself to fully give into the darkness, no matter what."
Lucien shuddered. "You're wrong."
"You know I'm not." She took another step toward him, and though he tried to back away he found himself trapped against the brick wall. She put up her hand, palm outward, as if to touch him. His breath stalled in his chest and his whole body might just as well have become stone. He couldn't move.

About Pippa:

After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).

You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.
You can also find her on Facebook, Pinterest, Google+, and Wattpad