Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Celtic Love Knots, Volume 10, by Kiki Howell

Purchase at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
ISBN : 978-1-60313-311-1

Celtic Love Knots, Volume 10 includes the following two stories:
“Sexual Magic”

“The nostalgic smell of old magic reached her as her hand gently passed over the bindings of the Books of Shadows. Each journal held within it a part of her heritage. Each was written by one of her ancestors of their lives, their spells, their beliefs and more.”
A cast circle of sexual magic, an ancestral Book of Shadows, and a sexual magic spell cast in desperation hundreds of years ago leaves Caitlyn angry that her destiny may have been tampered with.
Now, she needs to know if she is meant to be with Brent, a man who often doesn’t understand her ways but to whom she is undeniably pulled.

“Tailltean Marriage”

“Are we still going through with it?” A deep voice blew warm breath into her hair, and a muscular chest sent a delicious warmth through her back.

“Having second thoughts as the time draws near are we?” She laid her head back against him to comfort herself as she had so many times before.

“No way. As of tonight, Allena Collins, you will be my wife for one year and a day.”

Ten years ago at their first Lughnasadh, Allena and Devyn made a pact to go through a Tailltean Marriage, a trial marriage, if they were both still unattached on Lughnasadh the year they turned twenty-eight.

Even though Allena and Devyn have been best friends sharing everything for years, once their hand fasting ceremony is over they fear that sex will change their friendship.

Melisa at Simply Romance Reviews said of Celtic Love Knots, Volume 10: “the plot was great…it definitely had the spice…”

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Coming Soon From Whiskey Creek Press Torrid:
Mystic Stones, An Anthology January 2009The Witch’s Beast, A Torrid Twisted Tale April 2009

The Centurion and the Queen by Minnette Meador

a historical romance by Minnette Meador
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Blurb: Centurion Marius is a tough leader to his men, despite the shame that drove him from Rome. Delia is sister to an uncaring Corieltauvi tribal king, warrior queen to her people. The last thing she expects is to find herself craving the touch of an enemy. Thrown into the clash between 80,000 angry Britons and 10,000 Roman soldiers, they find themselves on opposing sides, in love, and unable to stop the future. The revolution that sparked their desire...could now destroy them.

“Ms. Meador weaves a beautiful story that I could not get enough of. Her characters are so full of life and were enjoyable to read. The setting was great too…This is one author that I would love to read more. The Centurion and the Queen is a book that will please those that love steamy romance to historical nuts. I was impressed with the balance between the two and recommend this book.” – Coffeetime Romance – 4 Cups

“This book was my first one by Minnette and I'm looking forward to reading more of her works. She brings you into a new time and very quickly has you integrated into the lives and settings of her characters. You feel for them like they are your friends and easily develop emotional bonds with them and their community. I encourage you to try out Minnette's work and see how enmeshed you will become in her wonderful settings. This book pulled me in and I read it in two sittings, just before bed and right when I awoke.” 4.5 - Nightowl Romance

a historical romance by Minnette Meador
Sequel to The Centurion & The Queen
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Blurb: The Boudicca revolt has been squelched, the tribes of the Iceni and the Trinovantes have been exterminated by the Roman Governor of Britannia, Suetonius. He has sworn his revenge on the remaining tribes for the Celtic insolence.

Marius and Delia are now King and Queen of a broken Celtic tribe, and Marius has to use all his skill and cunning to help his hunted people as they flee before General Suetonius' sword. Reluctantly donning the mask of the liberatio mysticus, the “phantom” that hides the scattered tribes, the couple recruits Marius' ex-Roman century and what few Celtic warriors that remain to face the deadly Roman machine. They struggle to keep their people together and prevent the rest of a nation from fading into history.

But they are threatened by secret plots, jealousy, and a new enemy that hammers a wedge between them, a wedge that even an unborn child may not be able to dislodge when Marius falls under the charms of Delia's sworn enemy. Sacrifices will have to be made to save their people, to keep the nation together, to survive the Roman rage. In the end, it may be more than their love or their lives they lose.


Monday, September 22, 2008

A Hard Day's Night by Shara Bloodstone

A Hard Day's Night by Shara Bloodstone
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-314-6 (Electronic)

Just back from school abroad and on the dean's list for her prudent behavior, Zoe Weiner moves in with her dad for the summer. With the super energy of an over-achiever, she's ready to run his mega-successful restaurant before completing her last year of college. But when exotic out-of-towner Jonte Barbera tempts her with erotic pleasures hitherto unknown, Zoe is seduced by his good looks and charm, and her suppressed wild streak emerges. She soon finds herself accepting Jonte's hedonistic offerings, burning the candle at both ends between exhaustive late-night work and extreme play. When Zoe's high school sweetheart Dane Clark returns to town, however, deeper emotions seize her, and the balance between excessive carnal pleasures and artful living becomes a true contest of character. Will Zoe learn the difference between lust and
love, and choose the man who is right for her, before she loses everything, including herself?......

Contemporary / The Arts / Chick Lit / BDSM (Light) / Interracial / Multicultural / Ménage / Group / Contains Some Lesbian Content Heat Level: 3 Extended Novella (31k words)


Jonte pushed his lips to one side and tried to figure out the best way to get Zoe up into the Jacuzzi. Kayla called over to ask what was up.

"Your friend Zoe, here," Jonte called back, "is wasted and won't get up."

Between giggles, Zoe whined, "I can't--I'm too high!"

Jonte bent down beside her. "Here, let's start by getting you into a robe, anyway."

He grasped her little dress by the hemline and yanked it over her head. It got caught around her breasts because, instead of leaning forward to help, she started wiggling around. The truth was, she felt weird about stripping naked in front of a guy she barely knew, even though she was high--and in spite of Kayla's lack of inhibition.

"Zoe! Help me out here," Jonte said, frustrated.

He finally succeeded in removing the layer of cotton that separated Zoe's skin from the external world.

She laid back against the lounge chair, undressed down to her mango-colored thong.
Jonte breathed a sigh of relief. "Look at that pretty body," he said. "Come on, let's get in the hot tub."

When he tried to yank her up, she still remained dead weight.

"I want my robe," she insisted.

An exasperated sigh escaped Jonte, but he set about helping her into the robe. He managed to get an arm into a sleeve and drew the bulk of it behind her back. After he stuffed her other arm into the other sleeve, Jonte pulled the terrycloth lapels around her. She squirmed, finagling it into place before plopping right back down against the lounge.

She grinned and spoke with a silly accent. "I no can get up right now, Jonte. You go in the Jacuzzi. I be in as soon as I can."

Jonte shook his head in disappointment. "Shit, girl. You got to get it together." Zoe merely shrugged, too wasted to care.

A moment later, Jonte headed for the hot tub.

Zoe turned her head enough to see him slip off his robe. The sight of his magnificent, naked physique made her jellied muscles seek to melt into utter compliance underneath him. He placed his robe neatly over the one he’d brought for Kayla and turned toward the Jacuzzi.

Outside lights hadn’t been turned on in the Weiner’s backyard. Illumination emanated from a light somewhere inside the house, the dim light beneath the Jacuzzi waters, and the moon rising in the blue-black sky. Roy had seen to it that tall fences kept neighbors with a proclivity for spying from leering over at their backyard activities. Zoe figured this had lent a feeling of security to Jonte and Kayla, prompting their immediate disrobing. As for her, well, a sense of modesty tended to keep her from jumping as readily into nudism as her friends.
Seeing Jonte naked in the moonlight, however, his cocoa-colored skin glistening enough to outline his well-developed muscles, she thought she might be able to overcome any predisposition toward shyness.

From where she lay, Zoe had to tilt her head back to keep watching Jonte walk toward the Jacuzzi steps. Between the sinewy thighs that carried him to the edge of the lively waters jutted his smooth, dark cock at half-mast. Even semi-erect, Zoe was impressed by its size.

He stepped onto the first step, into the churning waters. “Mmm,” he said, “nice ’n’ hot.”

She watched him descend another and splash water over his chiseled abdominals until the water reached his waist. Steam rose from the surface as he scooped up handfuls of heated liquid and rubbed it over his substantial biceps, neck, and head.

Zoe lost sight of him when he immersed himself fully. She turned back around and relaxed, wondering when the effects of the recreational drugs she’d ingested would wear off enough to give her back her energy. Lying there, she could hear Kayla and Jonte enjoying the delicious sensation of immersion in the hot water.
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Sunday, September 21, 2008

The Hanged Man by Diana Castilleja

Titania gripped the knob of her closed dressing room door and took one more cursory look around before meeting her band onstage. Without warning, an undulating wave of anger and hatred slammed into her, and she staggered backward with a cried squeal of alarm.

Her first terrified thought was that someone had discovered her, and she yanked in her mental barriers to block the waves of emotion. She forced air in and out of her lungs. Bowing her head, she let her eyes drift closed as the onslaught continued without mercy. Sparks scattered in front of her vision as she stilled, completely frozen, and fought for control. She concentrated, forming a solid wall between herself and whoever was out there. She knew without a doubt it was a man, close, at the bar by the stage. It took work to be able to breathe normally, keeping the pressure of his emotions at bay.

He had come to kill; she knew that with a certainty that chilled her to the quick. His hatred pulsed, feeling thick around her. There was a tang of insolence in his hatred, a sense of omnipotence. She studied the waves, unraveling them, and found…emptiness. A dark chasm where his soul had once been.

She shuddered with a convulsive shake, ripping her thoughts back to her own mind. Her eyes snapped open, her entire being feeling colder than she'd ever felt in her life. Her arms wrapped around her body, and she rubbed herself in reaction. She took a deep breath, feeling relief blossom inside her when she focused and found herself still ensconced in her dressing room.
She had touched death and was still living.

She jumped a foot seconds later when a knock echoed through her door. "Tani! Hey, come on. The natives are getting restless."

"Coming," she shouted through the door. She swallowed down the quake that dared to grip her. She pictured the strongest walls, the thickest barriers she could imagine, adding a prayer for strength before she reached for the door again. It was going to be hard to do her show with him in the audience.

Laney, her backup singer, stood right outside when she found the strength to come out of her sanctuary.

"You feel him too, don't you?" Laney asked, taking one look at Titania's taut features, and then casting a furtive glance to the darkened stage.

"How could I miss him?" Titania shuddered again. "Cold, so cold." She stood staring at nothing, but feeling everything. Like a cold hand had found her, gripped her and wouldn't release her.

"Hey, if you can't get on the stage, don't make yourself sick over this." Laney looked backward over her shoulder and called out to her husband.

Houston put an arm around Laney immediately, taking in their drawn faces in a glance. "You two going to be all right?"

"I have to do something about this," Titania told them, feeling the man's intent and knowing she had no other choice.

"You're kidding, right?" Laney's green eyes grew. "You'll pass out trying to fix this. I don't think you can reach this one. Even I can feel him, Titania," she breathed. "Easily."

"I have to try. Someone is going to die tonight. I know it. That's why he's here. I have to try," she repeated, imploring her friends for their support.

Houston passed a hand over his hair, watching Titania. His shoulders tightened in indecision. Both she and Laney were pale and wide-eyed, feeling the absolute desolation of the man in the crowd. Titania could tell even Houston sensed a touch of overflow from the guy lying in wait, and he had nothing but his natural instincts to go on. Houston's watchful gaze kept moving out to the darkened stage then flickering back over the girls with decided concern. That was all the sign she needed to know Houston knew he was out there too.

"All right," he murmured with hesitant approval. "Do your thing. I know you would without our blessing simply because he needs it."

Titania's eyes unfocused as a shiver tore over her frame with little warning. "He's not the only one. Someone else… He just got here. So much hate," she whispered, her voice sounding far away, even to her own ears. Her vision shot up to them, a new chill sliding up her spine.
"Whatever happens tonight, you two stay safe."

Laney gripped Titania's arm. "What are you talking about? You've never given us a warning."

"I've never felt this before." Titania's head swiveled in slow motion to the darkened stage. "It's only between them," she said with a small touch of relief. She swung back around, her gaze unrelenting. No matter what her night brought, she'd make sure her friends weren't caught in the middle between the two men whom she could feel so easily. "I mean it. When this is over, get everyone out of here. We'll meet at the hotel tomorrow afternoon."

"Is the party here, or onstage?" David, their drummer, joked as he sauntered up to the trio. He caught Titania's expression and stuttered to a stop next to them. "Oh, Lord. How bad is it?"
"It's bad," Houston said. "Two sets, no encores."

"Gotcha." He made a pistol out of his fingers, clicking his tongue at Houston. "Don't worry, Tani. We got your back. We also know you can't help yourself either," he told her in an understanding, brotherly voice.

"Thanks, guys." She took a steadying breath. Her arms fell to her sides, having forgotten they were wrapped around her body. "I'll be fine. There's always someone out there. He's just very angry tonight."

Houston leaned over and kissed her forehead. "And you're an angel in disguise. Just be careful," he warned her, his brown gaze assessing with his warning. She nodded, knowing how far she could push after years of being in the public's eye.

Her smile was weak but heartfelt as the men flanked the women to take their places on the pitch black stage. Justin was already onstage, swinging his guitar onto his shoulder. He nodded once as David spoke to him, climbing onto the dais where his drums were.

Titania took a long, deep breath. She heard Houston start the count and felt herself relax, felt the first chords reach her as his music always could. The welcoming cheer made her smile. Houston was incredible on the guitar, a born talent.

Before she could have second thoughts, she began to sing and did what came naturally, her gift flowing from her in waves, and prayed she could save the one who had been targeted.
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HeartFast by Linda Mooney

They were the Guardians, sixteen special men and women with incredible powers. They lived on a world that, eons ago, had suffered a devastating plague that had rendered more than half its population unable to reproduce. In order to assure the survival of their species, the HandFast law was enacted. Every month, twenty couples, complete strangers, were drawn by lottery—couples whose sole purpose would be to procreate.

It was a cold and impersonal law, but it worked.

When StarLight and Master Hunter heard their names called out to be HandFasted, their neat, orderly lives were turned upside-down. Gone was the comfortable companionship and brother-sister working relationship.

Now they were forced into an intimacy neither had wanted, nor expected.Neither were they prepared for the overwhelming passion they would find in each other's bodies, as well as in their hearts. But things would only get more complicated and dangerous, because someone had deliberately placed their names in the lottery as the first step in destroying their world and every Guardian living.

An OUTSTANDING READ from Simply Romance Reviews

HeartFast was not just a satisfying romance, it was also a mind-teasing mystery and science fiction read as well. Visual imagery was well written, and the mystery surrounding the unsanctioned handfast skillfully told. While I can usually figure out what's coming, this story kept me guessing to the end.

Emotionally conveyed, StarLight and Master Hunter's story was equally touching, painful and poignant to read. I look forward to further stories in this new series.
-- Christine, Simply Romance Reviews

HeartFastAn erotic sci-fi romance by

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Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press Torrid(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-293-0(print)
ISBN# 978-1-60313-292-3

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Size: 102.5K (super novel)Heat rating: sensuous/explicitTrailer:

Sexual Deceptions 1 by Rayne Forrest & Brenda Williamson

Sexual Deceptions 1 - Brenda Williamson & Rayne Forrest

Mischief at Midnight by Rayne Forrest
Madelyn Murphy isn’t your typical spoiled rich girl. She only has one household drone, after all. Why? Because she’s so liberal, she does her own cooking.

Triple D Drones’ owner, Dallas Dyson, has made a fortune in the service drone industry. He’ll even lend a helping hand himself if someone’s in a pinch.

When Madelyn’s service drone breaks just before a dinner party, she calls Triple D Drones for help. When the new “Dallas” prototype shows up to lend a hand, Madelyn finds she needs help with more than serving dinner. Isn’t service what a Triple D drone does best?

Slave of Saharic by Brenda Williamson

Renn Saharic needs a new Interactive Partner. At an auction selling replicas of women, he picks out the one he wants, but is outbid. However, luck is on his side when the new owner thinks the replica is broken, and sells Renn the love doll. Taking her home, Renn grows attached to his new possession and plays with her as if he were a boy in a toyshop, wishing she were real. Cadie is a slave from the planet Ceres. She pretends to be a replica to escape and ends up on Earth and in the hands of a new master that has no idea she’s real. While devising a plan for her freedom, she discovers Renn isn’t as bad as other men she’s known. His gentle passion makes it hard to leave. But love can’t be real if she stays to be the Slave of Saharic.

ISBN:ebook: 978-1-60313-377-7print: 978-1-60313-376-0

Surrendered Victory - KC Kendricks

Now available at Amber Allure
#2 Bestseller June 2008
#4 Best Seller, second quarter

Dalton makes Reed tingle in all the right places. Now Reed’s ready to answer the question that’s haunted his every failed relationship. Is he really gay?

Reed walked into Dalton’s life and everything changed. This time, Dalton won’t hide the fact he’s gay from anyone, even his son.

Together they surrender all to each other and claim the ultimate victory - love.


…Dalton's hand rested on the table, palm down, relaxed. The pale band around his wrist where he normally wore a watch showed off his suntan. Slowly, he rolled his hand over. Anyone watching wouldn’t think a thing about the small gesture, so easy and natural as he did it. But I knew it for what it really was.

Invitation. Promise. Please.

My own personal Rubicon lay before me. The line that once crossed changed worlds. What was would cease and what was to be would come to life with the touch of that hand, and I trembled in the face of it.

Always before I’d shied away from this moment, running from the commitment the acceptance of truth would bring to my door. There would be no more denials, no more flight. If I crossed my Rubicon, I would be forever changed.

The freedom that beckoned took my breath away in much the same orgasmic way Dalton did…
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ISBN 978-1-60272-283-5

Also available - Passion's Victory

ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-330-6

KC Kendricks