Friday, March 26, 2010

In the Limelight by KC Kendricks

In the Limelight
now available at

Shining a light into darkness seduces love into the open. Containing both Shine A Light, and Seducing Light, In the Limelight is two bright stories of love found while living in the limelight in one paperback anthology.

The individual stories are also available via download from Amber Allure.


Asher Myles struggled to put his life back together after an identity thief striped him of everything but his talent for capturing light and shadow with a camera lens. With a new job and a new start, Asher’s on his way to Montana – and a meeting with the man he’s fantasized about since he first saw him on the silver screen.

Nick Light, actor, director, and Hollywood royalty, doesn’t like paparazzi. When he agrees to have his Montana ranch photographed for a style magazine, the unexpected happens – he falls for the man with the camera. Nick’s secret comes out when he realizes Asher is also gay.

If there’s one thing Nick can’t resist, it’s a man with a talent for seducing light.


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After being viciously outed by his spiteful ex-lover, Van MacKenzie, fallen Hollywood and Broadway star, lands on stage in a small town community theatre - and in the arms of set designer Shane Hollister. Van knows his attraction to the talented young man could seal the fate of his career, but he can’t resist having a ‘summer thing’ while performing at The Globe. When an act of violence catches them unaware, Van recognizes the message was really meant for him. Walking away from Shane might be the smart thing to do to keep him safe.

Shane Hollister had established himself as a Broadway set designer before his father’s accident forced him to move home to St. Charles. Needing work, Shane accepts a job at The Globe. To his surprise, the small operation equals any big city production. When Donovan “Van” MacKenzie signs on for the new show, Shane grabs the chance to have a summer fling with his big screen idol, refusing to allow Van’s past to intrude.

Shane knows he has only one chance to catch a fallen star, and keep him for his own.


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Monday, March 15, 2010

New! RUNNER'S MOON: CHALLA by Linda Mooney

(Book 4 of the "Runner's Moon" series)
Erotic Sci-fi Romance
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid
(ebook) ISBN# 978-1-60313-683-9
(print) ISBN# 978-
Word Count: 82.2K

She was one of thirty-one aliens who escaped the slave ship where she had been kept captive all of her life. Now she could live a quiet, peaceful existence on Earth, free from pain and misery. Or so she had hoped until that fateful night when she was caught in her true form. From that moment, Challa the Alien Girl became one of Lawson Hall’s best draws to his traveling sideshow carnival.

Compton Scott didn’t believe in aliens. He had enough on his plate without having to worry about being dragged out to some two-bit circus. Still, he got a kick out of the little freak show featuring the woman dressed in a green costume. But once he got home, she began to haunt his every waking minute.

It wasn’t long before Compton discovered the truth about the alien woman and his growing feelings for her. Unfortunately, Lawson Hall wasn’t about to give up his bread and butter without a fight.

Neither were the Arra.

Warning! Contains fake entrails, x-ray guns, family reunions, misconceptions, lessons in seduction, an unusual holster, drunk frat boys, an ugly duckling turned hero, and all-out war of the worlds.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

One of my most favorite cities is Paris, France, and I love to set stories there. The famous landmarks, the narrow, winding old streets, and the constant feeling of love in the air--even in February when it can sometimes be cold enough to freeze your breath, you still believe that, just maybe, your soul mate is waiting for you around the next corner. You'll hesitate, your eyes will meet, and then...who knows?

FRENCH TWIST Date: Mar.14, 2010Blurb:When the markets collapse and Sean Hannesay loses everything, including his job as a financial advisor, he considers himself lucky to find work as a delivery boy for The House of Lost Treasures. It pays just enough to keep a roof over his head and food in his stomach.But suddenly being a delivery boy becomes so much more than just a low-paying job in the antique business. It takes him to Paris, France, the city he’d always dreamed of visiting, to take possession of a 17th-century cross pendant. The assignment soon whisks him from what seems like one cloak-and-dagger adventure to another, and finally into the arms of the sexy Raoul Dassin—a man who instantly captures Sean’s attention and refuses to let go.Just one look, just one touch, and both Sean and Raoul know it’s game over. Or is it?Excerpt:…Sean had known the moment they shook hands at the hotel what effect Raoul had on him. He wanted Raoul, and he knew only too well the feeling was mutual. If he’d had any doubts they disappeared the moment he’d thoughtlessly touched Raoul’s hand back in the office. It had been like sticking his finger in an electrical outlet. And, that being the case, given the right circumstances, such as a place like this, keeping a clear head would be difficult if not impossible. As for using willpower to deflect any moves Raoul might make, well good luck with that! Raoul had been checking him out, giving him the eye the moment they sat down in his office. Despite his anger and the seriousness of what Bobby had done, Sean knew he was guilty of a little checking out himself. He would have needed to blind not to notice Raoul’s erection, and have ice water in his veins not to be affected by it. Everything about Raoul excited and intrigued him, and from the word go, he’d hoped that initial attraction could be a prelude to something else. But now?Yes, he wanted Raoul. Although whether or not it was a good idea…He tried to shift focus by concentrating on Raoul and the waiter, but their conversation was too rapid for him to catch even one word in ten. He turned his attention to the vase of flowers, stroking his forefinger down the petal of a rose and…he closed his eyes for an instant, imagining it was Raoul’s skin.Damn! Damn! Damn! His cock had started to ache like a bad tooth. If only…if only he could just get his mind off Raoul and back to business. Concentrate on getting his hands on that fucking cross, and concentrate on hoping Bobby spent the rest of eternity burning in hell he’d be fine…

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

New Release! Alpha Awakening by Diana DeRicci


Alpha Awakening

By: Diana DeRicci | Other books by Diana DeRicci
Published By: Purple Sword Publications, LLC
ISBN # 978-1-936165-34-6
Word Count: 37,993
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Categories: Vampires/Werewolves Paranormal/Horror Erotica

Available in: Adobe Acrobat, HTML, Mobipocket, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, Rocket, Epub

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An afternoon spent avoiding his sister places Rush Donovan on a collision course with Fate. Interrupting a possible violent disturbance brings him face to face with the one woman he never wanted to meet.

His mate.

... a beautiful love story. ... endearing and well done.

Tina / Two Lips ; 5 Kisses


Rush walked into his house, hearing the television from the living room.

“Hi!” his sister shouted.

“Hey,” he called back. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, but after several seconds, closed it, not finding what he wanted. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted, either.

No, that wasn’t true. Rush knew exactly what he wanted. Kay had officially set his world on fire, and he doubted she even knew it. He blew out a frustrated breath. His entire body had been a living ache since he let her drive away.

“What’s that for?” Sheridan asked, slipping up behind him to sit on a bar stool, an eyebrow arched in question. “Have a hard day of nothing?”

Cool tile from the kitchen outward to the rest of the house kept that much from becoming a blistering inferno, but from the inside out, Rush couldn’t tell if it was him burning hotter than a volcano or the summer sunshine heating the house through the windows.

He crossed his arms and leaned back on the hip high counter, not exactly ready to share his find with his sister yet. He was even less able to explain Kay to Sheridan. He couldn’t explain something he didn’t understand himself and do a good job of it, so staying quiet for a few minutes seemed to be the best idea he’d had all week. “Don’t you have a boyfriend somewhere? Or two?”

“Ha. Ha. He’s in Chicago hosting a client.”

Rush knew Brant was in marketing. It was more than he needed to ever know about Sheridan’s love life. The only thing he ever wanted to know was if her boytoys were pack and from whose territory, so when he’s called out for some indiscretion, he knew how to handle it. Sheridan wasn’t a player with young hearts, but an unsettled female could stir up trouble like a hornets’ nest in a high wind.

“What happened to you?” She frowned, meeting his glare while resting her chin on a raised fist. “What’s got your tail in a twist?”

He guffawed. “You would say that,” he accused, foregoing a real answer.

Sheridan shrugged, grinning madly. “Younger sister privileges. Besides, someone has to harass the pack alpha every now and then.”

He smirked. Rush knew his sister was good at it too, and not just because she was his second. “Nothing. There was a ruckus at the Hut. Some guy trying to intimidate his ex.”

“Jerk,” she muttered with a glowering frown.

He felt the same way. “He was.”

Kay on the other hand… He crossed his ankles trying to restrain the pounding throb beneath his zipper. It had been a constant battle since the first sound of her velvet voice that afternoon. It wasn’t a reaction he was used to. It was one reason he’d sat and talked for so long. He’d had a noticeable problem within two seconds after following her mouth on the edge of her cup. Supple, dusky lips that looked soft and delicious, slick with the whipped cream from the top of her coffee. He’d imagined every second of leaning over and licking her clean himself from that moment on. And he hadn’t been limited in his imagination to her lips.

The thought of tasting her lips, the curve of her jaw, the delicate skin beneath her ear and even burying himself in the thick mass of her hair had kept his blood heated and racing through him all afternoon. Smooth skin had teased him, visible beneath the filmy blouse she’d worn. Lithe and delicate, he’d wanted to lick every visible inch, and then find out what wasn’t. More than once, he’d had to forcefully bring himself back to what they were discussing because as much as he’d fought it, he couldn’t ignore what she did to him. Now, after almost an hour and distance, the burn had mellowed, but it was there, like a hidden spark from a wildfire, waiting for the chance to burst into a rampaging blaze all over again.

At one time, he’d waited, prayed and hoped he’d find his mate, his match, the one woman who would stand by his side as a leader to his pack and a companion for him, but after watching his mother wither away following his father to the grave, falling in love had ceased to be that much of a necessity.

Rush had thrown himself into the pack, into raising Sheridan, and his work. At not quite fifteen, it was that or go into foster care for a year and be separated from Sheridan permanently. He refused to let that happen. He had no choice but to pick up the pieces, and with the help of the pack, tie their broken home back together. So far, he thought he’d done a decent job. He’d earned his detective badge the year before, after being on the street force since he was twenty-one. Sheridan was in college learning all that CGI art stuff that he had no hope of understanding. He couldn’t lie, least of all to himself. He wanted Kaisha, but wanting sex and wanting more were different animals to him. One he refused to bend to, the other, his only choice, was to ignore because sex with Kay…

He drew a steadying breath, remembering not to groan with his sister so close. The sex would be incredible. It would be what he’d always craved.

It would be the end of everything he’d worked so hard for.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Maxie Briscoe:Werewolf

Maxie Briscoe:Werewolf

M/M/F Paranormal Menage

available now from Amber Heat/Amber Allure


The name's Maxie Briscoe and I am a werewolf…

That’s right, a real live, full moon-loving, Halloween icon. It’s hard out here for girl like me. To survive, I hide my true self and act the part of a normal human, all while discreetly indulging the Beast within. Talk about walking a narrow ledge. And that’s not even the worst part. Sex is. You see I can bench press a pick-up truck and that spells disaster in the bedroom. You can’t have any real fun knowing you might accidentally crush a lover while in the throes. Kind of kills the mood.

When a friend’s murder shatters the careful existence I’ve carved out, I come face to face with Damien and Noah, two of the hottest men I’ve ever laid eyes on. They are also the first werewolves I’ve run across since my conversion. The attraction is instant, but complicated, the sex… explosive.

Too bad there’s a killer out there with his sights on me …


Maxie meets Damien and Noah for the first time and things aren't going too well...

“Hold it right there, Romeo,” I snap.

He stops, huffs out a breath and moves back to his original
position. “The name is Damien Black. And this is Noah Rayburn.”
He jerks a thumb toward the larger guy who inclines his head with
a gleaming look in his eyes.

They stand there, watching me, probably wondering when I’m
going to quit being so difficult and invite them inside to fuck.
Maybe I will and maybe I won’t. All depends on their

“Two things. First, how did you find me? And second, what
were you doing over by that house? It’s a crime scene.”

“You really want to discuss all this out in the open?” The
alpha, Damien, grips the newel post, giving me a you-can’t-be-serious

He is right, damn it. I have to let them in unless I want to risk
someone listening in on the conversation. I don’t need my
neighbors turning into a mob of angry, torch-bearing villagers
ready to blame the monster for the fair maiden’s death.

Before I can open my mouth, Damien and Noah step forward.

“I didn’t give you permission to come in, yet.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Damien snaps.

“Nothing, just making sure you understand the rules.”

They stare at me in disbelief, then hold their hands out in

Score one for the chick. “All right. Let’s get something clear
here. Right now, this is just talk. I don’t care how much sexual
tension is perfuming the air.”

“So that human pup was enough to satisfy you?”

Damien’s taunt hits a nerve and my arms drop to my sides,
claws forming and teeth lengthening before I can stop myself.

“Mind your manners, wolf,” I snarl.

With eyes like an inferno of red orange, their Beasts surface to
match mine. Their faces are human transparencies over wolves’
heads. We have to dial it back or my block will be treated to a live
action creature feature.

ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-650-5 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-806-6 (Paperback)

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