Sunday, August 6, 2017

Sunday's Safe Word Shelf: Purity by Faith Starr


Title: Purity
Author: Faith Starr
Series: Hilltops #2
Genre: Contemporary, Suspense, BDSM
Release Date: May 29, 2017
Publisher: Loose Id
Summary:
Derek Dorian likes to party hard in the bedroom. After all, he is a Dom and co-owner of Hilltops, a club catering to those who like to play outside the box sexually.

Emily Jenkins is an assistant editor in the romance department at Dorian Publishing, the company Derek's family founded and owns.

Emily's unlike any woman Derek has ever met or been attracted to. She's pure, almost angelic, and even better, she's never been touched.

Their romance becomes one of teacher and student. Emily is eager and willing to learn everything Derek has to teach her. Derek is willing to show Emily the world, one which includes everlasting love.


#1:
Emily
Once again, he and I had the elevator to ourselves. After the door closed, I apologized for the gazillionth time. “I’m so sorry about the scene in the conference room. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.” The flashback of the experience was just as bad, possibly worse.

“I’m glad it did. You did an excellent job today, Emily,” he raved. “You should be proud of yourself. The passion in your eyes while you shared your thoughts about the manuscript was evident to everyone sitting in the room. I found it absolutely intoxicating to see such desire.” He added his killer smile to his words of praise.

“That’s how I feel about books. I’m passionate about reading, and the fact I can actually be a part of the process from author to bookshelf is incredible. I’m so excited for the opportunity to work with Susan.” Luckily, my nerves had calmed to the point where my hands remained steady while I gently clapped them together in enthusiasm.

“And I’m happy to have you on board.”

I beamed with pride to hear him say such nice things about me.

And with that, the two of us stared at the metal doors in front of us, neither one of us speaking. It was an uncomfortably silence, the air suffocating. Shit, I had forgotten to speak to maintenance about the air situation in the elevators. My bad. Now I had no oxygen to inhale whatsoever, my lungs dying to take their next breath. It could be that the intense chemistry between us had depleted what little air we had left to breathe. It’s too bad the elevator didn’t have emergency oxygen masks like airplanes did. One might’ve been helpful about now.

I tried to think of something good to say, my body too afraid to move. And just when it came up with something, I turned to say it and found myself flush against the wall in the elevator with Derek’s tongue down my throat, my mouth openly giving him access while the rest of me screamed to push him away.

Holy shit!

What we were doing was so wrong, but at the moment I didn’t care, because Derek Dorian wanted me, yes, me. Besides, it was the hottest kiss I had ever experienced, his lips softer than I had imagined. The way his tongue took charge, a bit more domineering than any mine had ever played with. Mind you, I could count on one hand how many there had been. But my tongue loved every second of it.

His body caged mine, our movements desperate, frantic, as if we were long-lost lovers who had finally been reunited. We couldn’t press our bodies closer to one another if we tried, and yet, my mind and body ached for more, needing a deeper connection to him. The throbbing between my thighs became more intense as our kiss progressed, especially when he ground his hardness against me. Fuck my vibrator, I could tell Derek would satisfy me so much better. Screw that, beyond words better.

Shit. I couldn’t allow myself to have an orgasm from a kiss and simple rubbing. If I was being totally honest, suggestive, heat-induced, and mind-blowing better described our actions.

I melted into his touch. I’m talking pure goo, jelly in a jar. I held on to his arms, my legs too weak to keep me upright.

#2
Derek
“You truly look beautiful tonight, Emily.” So much so I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I sat opposite her.

“Thank you, Derek.” She glanced down at the table, taking a deep breath.

It was clear she wasn’t comfortable with these types of compliments. Oh well, she’d have to get used to it because I planned on dishing ’em out left and right.

“No need to thank me. Thank your mother. She’s the one who blessed you with your good looks.” I popped a piece of the fresh sourdough loaf into my mouth.

“I think my mother would like you.”

I drank some water to wash down the doughy bread. “And why’s that?”

“Because I do.”

Again, she peered down at the tablecloth, avoiding eye contact at all costs while mine, on the other hand, remained locked squarely on her. She said really sweet things, as pussy as that sounded. I’d never engaged in a conversation like this with any other women. Emily was right when she said she was different. In fact, she was in a totally different league.

“So have you decided if we’re entering together or separately this evening?” I figured I’d put her out of her misery and move on, taking another bite of the scrumptious bread.

“I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with,” she replied, shifting uneasily in her chair.

“You already know what I’m comfortable with. I mean, I am the one who asked you to attend with me.”

She took a deep breath for what I assumed to be courage, practically spitting out her reply. “Then we’ll enter together.”

I beamed with pride over her choice, a dilemma she’d obviously been sitting with for a while.

“I’m pleased with your decision. I want you to know people are going to talk and to be prepared for it, because it’s going to happen. I’ve never brought a date to a Dorian holiday party.”

“Never?”

One would think I’d just admitted to robbing a bank, her shock evident.

“Don’t look so surprised, Emily. I’ve made it perfectly clear I don’t mix business with pleasure at the publishing house.” I took another bite of bread and another sip of water while she barely touched hers. Her bread lounged peacefully on her small dish right where I had placed it.

“And what about at your club?”

“My club’s a different story altogether. There it’s all about pleasure. Maybe you’d like to check it out sometime?” Then again, maybe not. Her face turned the color of the red tablecloth.

“I don’t think so.” She shook her head in case I didn’t comprehend her words alone.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” A little persuasion never hurt anyone.

“I think that may be one area where you and I differ.”

I got jealous of the tablecloth which received way too much eye contact from Emily. That didn’t stop me from probing though. She could stare at the intricate designs in the table covering all she wanted, but I wanted to find out more about her. “And why’s that? If you’ve never tried it, how do you know you won’t like it?”

“Because I’m not into public displays.”

Finally her gaze focused in the right direction—mine. “Then what are you in to?”

Bam. Her eyes went down again, and this time she smiled shyly, clearly amused. “Again with the sexual innuendos?”

“I’m just trying to get a feel for you.”

Her mouth fell open in surprise, another smile taking shape. “Was that another one?” she accused.

“No, baby, you’ll know when I’m making one.” She needed to close her mouth. It gave me too much food for thought.

“I don’t mind the talk, Derek, but walking the walk’s a totally different story.”

Her playful teasing ceased, replaced with seriousness. I didn’t understand the point she tried to make.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.”

Putting good manners aside, I rested my elbow on the table, leaning my chin on my closed fist. “What idea do you think I have about you?”

“I’m not too sure.” She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, leaning back, putting as much space between us as physically possible under the circumstances.

“Then why make the statement?”

“Fair enough.” She nodded, sitting forward again, matching my stance with her chin now resting on her fist, her version so much prettier than mine. The way her head angled down and her eyes gazed up at me made me glad my dick was under cover and hidden underneath the table. “Why don’t you tell me what idea you have about me then?” she asked curiously.

I had lots of ideas of what I wanted to do with her, but, sadly, that wasn’t the question she asked.




Author Bio:
When she's not managing her husband’s medical practice or taking care of her three kids, Faith Starr loves writing erotic romance fiction.

Faith is passionate about putting herself into the minds of her characters, giving them a life of their own with all of the emotions that go along with it. She is head over heels in love with each and every alpha male she creates and the confident women who steal their hearts.

Faith has found her passion writing in the romance genre. Creating heartfelt love stories has become key in giving her inner spirit the creative outlet it desires. She is a hopeless romantic, with a little spice, who truly believes in the “Once Upon a Time” and “Happily Ever After” ending.


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Sales Blitz: Infected Waters: A Titanic Disaster by Alathia Paris Morgan

Title: Infected Waters: A Titanic Disaster
Author: Alathia Paris Morgan
Genre: Paranormal Historical, Horror
Release Date: September 7, 2016

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Everyone knows the tale of the Titanic…a doomed voyage…here is what actually happened on April 14, 1912. Murder, chaos, and the undead threaten to sink the ship faster than any iceberg.

As a nurse, Nora Ryan was prepared for the common illnesses, but what she discovers instead is an infection modern medicine has yet to name.

Head steward, Jonathan Davis was not expecting to meet Nora and he certainly wasn’t expecting to fight a deadly infection alongside her. As the first victim of this strange illness dies and passengers are rapidly becoming infected; these two strangers must find a way to stop these undead creatures from taking over the ship.

The trip home from England to America becomes hectic for the Lambert family when they overhear startling rumors from their second class stateroom. People are dying, and the dead are taking anyone they can sink their teeth into with them. Will their family make it to their destination or will they be caught in the rising tide of infection that intends to leave no living being behind?


“Aren’t you worried that you could catch whatever he has?” Jonathan asked as he tried not to take a step back in fear.

Pointing to his obvious scrapes, Nora replied, “The only way for this type of infection to spread would be if you had an open wound and it touched yours. I would like to know what caused it though.” Nora rose to empty the water and returned with a bottle of alcohol to cleanse the gashes. “Find someone you can trust. Have him come and hold this man down while I pour this over his wounds. I can’t stitch him up until the infection goes away.” Nora continued to prep by collecting bandages to wrap his legs, chest and shoulder.

Jonathan left to do as she asked. He returned a short time later with two of the men who had helped to carry the patient to the infirmary.

“Keep watch outside, and don’t let anyone inside.” Jonathan warned one of the men. “Now you, grab hold of his arms while I hold his feet,” he commanded his other subordinate.

“Are we ready?” Holding a towel next the patient’s neck to catch any alcohol that dripped, Nora was in place.

“Yes.” They both answered in unison.

“Tightly, now. Even unconscious, his body will react.” Nora began pouring the liquid over the shoulder wounds.

The man simply moaned and shook his head back and forth.

Waiting for his body to recover slightly, Nora moved into position by his chest.

“Lift him up onto his side under the shoulder, and do it gently. I need to make sure I get the entire side of his chest area covered. Quickly, so it doesn’t hurt his other wounds.” Nora knew the wounds on the back of his leg were going to hurt worse since they appeared to be much deeper.

Wincing as the liquid poured out, Nora wasn’t expecting the reaction from the unconscious man.

The scream of pain from the man erupted and Patrick, the man holding his arms, lost hold of him as he jerked. In the process of trying to regain hold of his shoulders, Patrick accidentally pressed on the shoulder with the scratches, causing the man to bite his wrist.

“What the bloody hell?” Patrick yelled as he tried to detach the man’s teeth from his arm. “He won’t let go! Bloody hell, that hurts!”

Jonathan let go of his hold on the man’s feet and leaned forward to pry the man’s teeth from Patrick’s arm.

“Wait. If you rip the teeth away, you’ll cause more damage to his arm.” Nora cautioned as she tried to be gentle.

“Forget what she says. Get this mad man off me now. AGHHH!”

Jonathan reached behind the patient’s head and pinched the base of his neck, causing him to release Patrick’s arm.

Covering the dripping wound immediately, Nora pulled Patrick over to the side. “Press this on it and don’t move.” Turning to get the alcohol and a fresh bandage, Nora didn’t want Patrick to think about what was coming next.

Moving his arm over the basin, Nora sighed as she lifted the bandage to uncover a perfect impression of teeth.

“It’s torn, but not ripped to shreds. Once we get it clean I can stitch it, yet when it heals, the skin will be so tight it might tear either way.”

“Just pour the stuff already. Bandage it up. I’m going to go lie down in my bunk and get drunk,” Patrick stated as he eyed Jonathan, willing him to say anything contrary.



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✯✯✯✯✯My love of "The Walking Dead" and the history of the Titanic come together in a wonderful and adventure filled story. Ms Morgan definitely did her homework regarding the Titanic which made me very satisfied. The characters were well developed. I felt like a sister to some and I even rooted for the "infected" to bite one specific character. LOL. As I was reading I swore Ms Morgan must be a fan of "The Walking Dead" as there were subtle touches of the show in the book. Whether coincidence or not it didn't change my feelings about the book and it didn't take away from the story. This gets a full 5 icebergs and I'll definitely be reading another one of Ms Morgan's stories. ~ Traci Hayden on Amazon

✯✯✯✯✯I so enjoyed this book. Take the Titanic and add a zombie; a courageous twist that many authors might not try. The book had two big pluses for me. Firstly, the author did a really good job in her depiction of this terrible historical disaster. Secondly, she entwined the zombie plot effortlessly and in a very good character driven way.

This was an entertaining, engrossing and thoroughly researched story that didn't disappoint. ~ Book Collector on Amazon

Author Bio:
Alathia is known to those around her for having an a long time love affair/obsession with Dr.Pepper, she has asked to be buried with a can so that it never runs out in the after life. Always bossy, she uses her mothering instincts to help others and share awareness of abuse in child and domestic situations.

A B.S. in History and English gave wings to her vivid imagination in book form. A supportive and loving husband has given her the chance to make her dreams a reality. Their three daughters and three dogs keep her busy while writing is a great way for her to wind down and destress.


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Release Day Blitz: The Devil has a British Accent by ZN Willett

Title: The Devil has a British Accent
Author: Z.N Willett
Series: The White Carpet #1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 6, 2017
Summary:
This is no simple Hollywood story of famous boy meets ordinary girl, who then fall in love and live happily ever after.

This is about the town of dreamers and make believers; skilled at casting spells of deception and deceit. And what happens when the spell is lifted, and everything that you believe in is merely an illusion?

When the world of happily ever after is altered and obscured, and not only by one enticing man?

For Lauren Moreau, her journey is full of raw emotions that will tempt you with curiosity and intrigue, and squeeze out passion and angst until your heart bleeds.

This is Hollywood, after all...


Everything I saw was unreal, until a disturbing question came to mind. “Was I dead?”

Suddenly, the flapping of wings and clashing of swords became louder as the ground shook. The sky lit up again, and I gasped at what looked to be hundreds of those things fighting in the distance.

A strong gust of wind blew by, and one painfully knocked me forward. I pushed myself up again, but was singed by red and yellow glowing rocks that surrounded me and hissed like lava.

As I glanced down, I saw blood dripping from my head as it flowed down my arm, making me aware of the pain that throbbed through my skull. I struggled to keep my eyes open, while the sound of battle grew riotous in the distance.

I blinked out the tears, my eyes fixated on two magnificent, human forms glowing close by. Something about them seemed real, but as the pain in my head grew more intense, I began to struggle for consciousness. When I called out for help, one heard me and turned its head.

My addled brain thought, “It couldn’t be?”

It looked like him from a distance, but his skin was different, brighter, and eerie in a way.

He swiftly appeared in front of me, and I panicked. But, when his hands cupped my face and his fingers gently wiped my forehead, I knew.

Authors Bio: 
Z.N. Willett is the girl who has seen more than she has ever wanted; yet decided to add to that world by writing Hollywood romances. A northern girl, but a southerner at heart, loving anything and everything about love and romance. So much that once upon a time she had a career as a wedding and events coordinator. When Z.N. decided to do something she was passionate about, she added her love for travel to the mix. An avid shoeaholic, deep down she's a sappy romantic who happens to believe that love can truly conquer all.


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Cover Reveal: Irish War Cry by Victoria Danann

Title: Irish War Cry
Author: Victoria Danann
Series: Order of the Black Swan: DIT #3
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Expected Release Date: October 31, 2017
Summary:
CRAP IN A CAULDRON

Move over knights. There's a new kind of hunter in town.

Rosie hired talented Irish elf twins, Sheridan and Shivaun O’Malley for the newly formed Department of Interdimensional Trespass. Sheridan was partnered with Torn Finngarick. Shivaun, a.k.a. Shy, was more than ready for her own assignment. The nickname was a fine joke because the wild child bent on becoming a legend was anything but shy.

It’s a double date when Sher, Shy, and their partners are tasked with running down the hoard of Demon Politic using a thousand-year-old portal under St. Patricks as a revolving door from their world to ours. The revelation of their impact on the course of human history is jaw dropping and Black Swan wants the influence of outside agitation stopped.

By any means.


“Is there a woman under all those freckles?”

Shy O’Malley gaped. “Funny, Chuck.” She vocally punched out his name like it had a bad taste.

“What was that about?” Deck asked.

Declan Tikkanen was a half human Finn with an Irish elf mother. He’d been trained as a vampire hunter, but left after witnessing his partner’s death while they’d been on patrol together. He’d sought a quiet life raising reindeer in the far north, but Simon Tvelgar persuaded him to take a break from retirement and come to work for his new project, D.I.T., on a trial basis. He’d just been assigned as Shivaun’s partner.

“Nothin’.” She paused and decided she had more to say. “I just can no’ imagine why anybody would agree to be called ‘Chuck’. I mean, where is his self-respect. Does he no’ know that whenever a body says his name they’re thinkin’ ‘upchuck’?”

Deck laughed exposing very white, even teeth. He was good looking when he laughed. “You have a boyfriend, Shivaun?”

She snorted. “Aye. A trio of beauties.”

“Three boyfriends?” Deck was clearly amused.

“That’s right.”

“Humans have a word for that.”

“A good word?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No.”

“Suppose ’tis a good thing I’m no’ human then.”

Simon Says #1(Coming August 21, 2017)
Summary:
Simon Tvelgar wasn’t always the staid and steady director of the Order of the Black Swan headquarters in Edinburgh who manages the most unruly congregation of talented misfits ever assembled into one organization.

No. He was once a young, beautiful, athletically gifted knight, wild and lustful as any, until he fell in love with a Scottish fae girl who on bereavement leave. He lost her to the stones of the Orkneys as they picnicked there on Lammas twenty years before. She was swallowed up and faded from view, a look of panic on her face as she reached for him while her mouth silently formed his name. He lunged to grab her, but she was simply gone.

Year after year he traveled back to the Orkney Islands and talked to locals, but Shivaun was never seen again. Simon channeled his sorrow and loneliness into work until he eventually rose to the highest position open to an ex Black Swan knight.

Now, for the first time, he thinks there might be someone who could find Shivaun. Rosie Storm.

This novella introduces a new Black Swan series, D.I.T., Department of Interdimensional Trespass.


Finngarick #2(Coming September 29, 2017)

Summary:
“When it came to my attention that D.I.T. was going to Dublin, I thought of Torn Finngarick. After all he knew the culture and could, perhaps, be useful. I confess to the ulterior motive of wanting to see all the floaters brought in from the cold. He was one of the remaining few. And everybody deserves another chance. Right?

As I mentioned earlier, my wife was working for Black Swan setting up a unit called Department of Interdimensional Trespass. It seemed that creatures coming and going at will were causing havoc that had, until recently, been unexplained, believed to be fiction of the myth or folklore variety, or dismissed as interplanetary visitations. Rosie was busy hiring and training people who were going to function as police.

Anyway, I had served with Sir Finngarick when I was first knighted as the fourth member of the infamous Z Team and came to know him quite well. Most believed he was irredeemable. I did not.” -Glendennon Catch, Sovereign, Jefferson Unit

Author Bio:
New York Times bestselling author of thirteen romances. Victoria's Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES for the past THREE YEARS IN A ROW. Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

Her paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on "imaginary" creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and, occasionally, enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, werewolves, hybrids, psychics, or past life therapists. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners... usually.

The rich characterizations come from being a lifelong student of behavior, casually, and a serious student of behavior academically. She also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.

Victoria lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.

Victoria is co-host of the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast. 


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