Friday, July 18, 2014

In Your Corner


Publishers Weekly Best Summer Reads (Romance) 2014 and starred review!

BLURB:
"You have to go. I won't be able to control myself. I've wanted you so bad for so long and after I've been in the cage...I can't think straight." He gives a guttural groan and his fist clenches on my hip.
Primitive. Primal. His need speaks to me. I tighten my grip on his neck and rock up to kiss him. He takes over. His kiss is hard and demanding.
"Mine." His voice is raw, savage and for a moment I truly believe he may lose control.

He rules in the ring

Two years ago, Jake and Amanda were going hot and heavy. But when Jake wanted more, Amanda walked away. Jake immersed himself in mixed martial arts, living life on the edge. But that didn't dull the pain of Amanda's rejection-until a chance encounter throws them together.
A high-powered lawyer, Amanda was a no-strings-attached kind of girl. But two years after her breakup with Jake, she still hasn't found anyone who gets her heart pumping the way he did. And then he shows up in her boardroom, hot as sin and needing help...

But can he rule her heart?
Jake is darker, sexier, and impossible to resist. As their chemistry builds, Amanda's not sure if she can stay in control, or if she's finally willing to let him claim her body and soul.

Excerpt: In Your Corner

“Don’t move.”

Totally immersed in painting the cupboard, I freeze mid–paint stroke at the sound of Jake’s deep voice behind me.

“What? Am I doing something wrong?”

He closes the distance between us and runs his finger along the back waistband of my gym pants, sending delicious tingles up my spine. Then he slides his hands around my waist, bared by the rise of my T-shirt as I stretch to reach the top of the cupboard with my paintbrush.

“Yes. You look too damn sexy. Do you know what it does to a man when he catches a glimpse of something he isn’t meant to see?”

“I hope it makes him tell the woman she can call off the panic attack and drop her arm,” I mutter as I do just that. “I also hope it makes him decide his hands might be of better use somewhere other than around her waist.”

Jake slides his fingers around to my stomach, resting them just over my mound and his voice drops to a low growl. “I could make use of them here.”

“So says the man who turned down a good offer just the other night at Redemption.” I remove his hands and turn to face him, putting on a brave face while inside I seethe. Who does he think he is coming on to me after brushing me off?

“No games, Jake. You made your position clear. I got that. I’m not interested in being screwed around.”

He presses his hands against the cupboard on either side of my head, caging me with his body. “What are you interested in?”

“Moving on,” I say honestly.

His pulse throbs in his neck and his eyes harden. “With whom?”

“No one right now.”

He gives a satisfied grunt as if I had just cleared up a question in his mind. “Everyone is out back having a good time. You should be there too.”

“There’s a lot of work to do. I want to get it done. The faster I open shop, the faster I can start my lawsuit against Farnsworth.” I slip under his arm and edge along the counter.

“You’ve been working since six o’clock this morning.”

Grabbing a clean cloth from the counter, I make an effort to wipe the grease off my face. “I’m used to working twenty-hour days. I’m not afraid of hard work.” But I am afraid of mercurial fighters who run hot one minute and cold the next.

His face softens, and he takes the cloth from my hand and holds it under the tap. The pipes gurgle when he turns the rusty faucet and water gushes out, skimming over the cloth and trickling into the sink below. Without warning, he lifts me and settles me on the counter.

“You don’t have to work like that anymore.” His voice is calm, soothing. I am momentarily lulled out of work mode and into heat mode as he eases his hips between my legs and reaches to turn off the faucet. “It’s Saturday night. Time to relax and have fun.” With a firm hand, he cups my jaw and then wipes the cloth gently over my nose, forehead, and cheeks.

His gentle touch, the warmth of his hand, his breath, minty and sweet, and his hard body nestled between my thighs all converge in an unbearable rush of sensation. I grab his wrist, forcing his hand away.

“Jake…I’m good. Really. There’s so much to do. I’ll come out when I’m done and I’ve cleaned myself up.”

“I like you this way,” he murmurs. “You look…cute. Real.”

“Real?”

He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Amanda without the armor. Your clothes, hair, makeup…nothing is perfect. It’s just the real you. I never got to see the real you before.”

Torn between being mortified and pleased, I reach for another cloth. “Real Amanda is covered in dirt and has holes in her sweats.”

He traces a finger down my throat to rest in the hollow at the base of my neck. The room heats to one hundred degrees, and if I’m not mistaken, I hear the sound of my blood boiling.

“I like holes in sweats.” His voice drops, husky and low, and his finger continues its downward journey into the vee of my shirt.

“Jake…”

He traces lightly over the crescent of my breast. “I like dirty girls,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t stay away.”

Oh God. Every bit of warmth rushes to my center as his deep, sensual voice ignites one of my dark fantasies. Jake, straddling my bound body, growling commands, telling me what he’s going to do to me in the filthiest language I know. A soft moan escapes my lips and we’re back on the roller coaster again.

“This game you’re playing confuses me.” His heart beats strong against my palm when I lay my hand over his chest.

“Me too.”

“Then what are you doing?”

His eyes take on a feral gleam and my breasts tingle.

“Playing dirty,” he growls. Tangling his hand in my hair, he tugs my head back, exposing my throat to the heated slide of his lips. “Sometimes you have to stop thinking too much and just go with it.”

My breath comes in short pants as he sucks gently on the pulse at the base of my throat. Barely able to form a coherent thought for the pounding of blood in my temples, I scramble for sanity. “There’s too much between us to just go with it. We need to talk…”

His hand closes in my hair, twisting roughly. “Lawyers talk. You don’t look like a lawyer now. You look fucking sexy, and your mouth is all lush and pink and needing to be kissed. You want to talk, Amanda, or you want that kiss?” He nips the hollow at the base of my neck.

Pleasure and pain meld together and I whimper as a heated rush of sensation floods my veins. “Kiss.”

Jake smiles. “My dirty girl wants a dirty kiss.” Holding my face, he slants his mouth over mine and kisses me.

Soft kiss. Sweet kiss. Warm, firm lips tasting faintly of coffee. His five o’clock shadow brushes my chin as his tongue eases my lips open to stroke against mine. My body melts against him as he explores my mouth, leaving nothing untouched. Tongues wind and tangle. Two years of fantasies coalesce in a single rasping breath.

“’S not so dirty,” I mumble against his lips.

“Oh, you don’t know how dirty I can be.” Jake grips my hair and tugs my head back with a firm, hard yank, sending little bolts of lightning straight to my core. Then he kisses me hard and fast. Rough. His teeth scrape my bottom lip as his tongue dives deep, filling me, taking what I have to give and demanding more. The pounding of my heart shifts from lust to fear as he consumes me, and for a moment I worry he has forgotten I need to breathe.

When he breaks the kiss, I draw in a long, ragged breath. “You never kissed me like that before.”

“You were never like this before,” he murmurs, his fingers easing up my shirt, his thumb tracing over the crescent of my breasts. “Raw and open, vulnerable, needing my help. So fucking real.”

My breath catches in my throat as he explores, cupping and squeezing my breasts and then teasing my nipples through my lace bra until they are tight, aching peaks.

“My clothes. Take them off.”

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Sarah Castille, worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes erotic contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them.
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Wolfe's Mate


SYNOPSIS:

A Siberian Volkov Romance

Esme Fortescue is struggling to find her balance when her brother accidently turns her into a lycan while trying to cure her cancer. Then Esme is shot and almost dies. But the lycan mating 
bond snaps into place, and between her mate and the lycan healer, she is able to shift and heal her injuries. Now her brother is working on trying to return Esme to her human state, while her 
lycan mate visits her in dreams that leave her wanting. Still struggling to find herself, Esme wonders if real life can live up to her dreams? Jared Wolfe has had to wait six months before he could leave to find his mate in Paris. With the death of his beloved father and mother and taking over as the new Alpha of the Quebec Province, he has had his hands full. Unable to stand the separation from his mate, he visits with her in her dreams. Can his newly changed mate handle the responsibilities of being the Alpha female of his pack?

BIO:

Caryn Moya Block burst onto the paranormal romance scene with her debut e-book Alpha’s Mate in January of 2012 which won the “Global E-book Awards for 2012” in contemporary romance. She was also named one of the “Top 50 Indie Authors for April 2012” from E-Reader Reviews. A Siberian Werewolf in Paris was a RomCon Readers’ Choice Award Finalist in 2014. Since then Caryn has continued to write, giving her readers three different series to choose from with Wolfe’s Mate being her tenth novel.Caryn loves romantic movies and stories that end “Happily Ever After.” She is an avid reader and writer who currently resides in the Virginia Piedmont. Her pack consists of her husband of over thirty years, two grown sons, a beautiful daughter in law, and granddaughter, one cat, one turtle, and four Shetland Sheepdogs. She suffers from “Multiple Sheltie Syndrome”, because one is never enough. She has been intrigued with the paranormal since seeing her first ghost at three years of age.

She would love to hear from you at CarynMoyaBlock@gmail.com








Friday, July 11, 2014

Blood & Thunder (Thirds Series, Bk #2)
By Charlie Cochet
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Blood & Thunder

(Thirds Series, Bk #2)

by Charlie Cochet



Blurb: 

When a series of bombs go off in a Therian youth center, injuring members of THIRDS Team Destructive Delta, and causing a rift between agents Dexter J. Daley and Sloane Brodie, peace seems unattainable. Especially when a new and frightening group, the Order of Adrasteia, appears to always be a step ahead. With panic and intolerance spreading and streets becoming littered with the Order’s propaganda, hostility between Humans and Therians grows daily. Dex and Sloane, along with the rest of the team, are determined to take down the Order and restore peace, not to mention settle a personal score. But the deeper the team investigates the bombings, the more they believe there’s a more sinister motive than a desire to shed blood and spread chaos.



Discovering the frightful truth behind the Order’s intent forces Sloane to confront secrets from a past he thought he’d left behind for good, a past that could not only destroy him and his career, but also the reputation of the organization that made him all he is today. Now more than ever, Dex and Sloane need each other, and, along with trust, the strength of their bond will mean the difference between justice and all-out war.










Release Day:

August 4, 2014





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Excerpt







“It is exceptionally important for you to know
when your partner is playing and when he or she is irate. Agent Daley, please
demonstrate.”

Dex arched an eyebrow at the instructor. “Which
one?”

“Both.”

“You want me to piss him off?” What kind of
class was this?

“In a matter of speaking. Yes.”

“Great.” Okay. How could he piss off his
partner without losing a limb? What he needed to do was annoy Sloane, really annoy him. Shouldn’t be too
difficult. Dex had annoying down to an art. He thrust a finger in Sloane’s
face, knowing how much his Felid partner hated that. Then he started singing.  Nothing annoyed his partner like Hall and
Oates.

Sloane let out a fierce roar, and Dex started
dancing around him, his voice going high-pitched for certain lyrics while he
snapped his fingers. Sloane pawed at him, and Dex spun on his heels, avoiding
getting smacked. His partner hissed, baring his fangs before he took off after
Dex.

“Shit!” Dex bolted, weaving through the rows of
agents who were either laughing or watching him in disbelief while their instructor
narrated as if this was nothing more than some nature video. Dex could see the
title now. National Geographic presents Predatory
Partners
.

“Understand your partner’s behavior. Why is he
or she behaving in such a fashion?”

“Because I pissed him off?” Dex called out over
his shoulder, dashing back toward the instructor.

“Very good. Thank you, Agent Daley. You may now
soothe your partner.”

Clearly, Dr. Eldridge didn’t personally know
Sloane Brodie. Dex put his hands up, walking backward slowly as he spoke to his
partner.

“Hey, buddy. Just following orders, you know?
You heard him. I wasn’t the one who
wanted to piss you off.” Dex crouched down and held a hand out. Please don’t bite me. Please don’t bite me.
Sloane blinked before jumping up on his two back paws, his front paws pushing
against Dex’s shoulders and knocking him onto his back. Sloane pinned him, and
Dex braced himself. When Sloane started licking his face, Dex shut his eyes
tight. “Okay, I get it. Payback. Take notes people.” Dex pointed at his partner.
“This is what I meant about payback.”

“Agent Brodie, if you’ll resume your place
beside your partner. Agent Daley, you may return to your mat.”

Sloane did as asked, and Dex wiped at his face
with his sleeve before returning to his spot. He was never more grateful not to
have ended up partnered with Ash than he was at this moment.

“Once you have assessed your partner and
deduced he or she is irate, you will want to give your partner space. If you
feel it’s safe to approach, you will do so with caution. Deal with what’s
causing the issue. For example, Agent Fuller, please approach Agent Daley.
Slowly.”

The moment Agent Fuller got to his feet,
Sloane’s ears twitched. “Um, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Dex said,
watching Agent Fuller creep toward Dex, as if Sloane hadn’t noticed. The Human
rookie was clearly unaccustomed to dealing with Felids. “My partner’s a little
on the grumpy side and poking the sleeping jaguar with a pointy stick might not
end so well.”

Agent Fuller paused, his panicked gaze going to
their instructor.

“It’s all right, Agent Fuller. Proceed.”

Doing as instructed, Agent Fuller resumed his
prowl, while Sloane resumed his grooming of Dex, his heavy tail thumping
against the floor. Uh-oh.

“As you can see by Agent Brodie’s movements,
he’s fully aware of Agent Fuller. His tail is telling Agent Fuller to be
cautious, Agent Daley is his, and he will not take kindly to any aggression
toward his partner.”

Dex held up a finger. “Can I just—”

“Please stand, Agent Daley.”

Dex did as asked, and Sloane released a huff at
having his grooming session interrupted. This was going to end badly. Dr.
Eldridge had no idea what he was about to unleash. Sloane Brodie chewed rookies
for breakfast and spit them out. Dex should know.

“Agent Fuller, please advance with the
intention of striking Agent Daley.”

Dex didn’t bother taking a stance or prepare
for a blow that would never land. His fellow rookies looked at him as if he was
crazy, but soon they’d understand. Poor Agent Fuller. The guy pulled back a fist
and the moment he took a step, Sloane’s roar echoed across the field. Ears
flattened, fangs bare, Sloane leapt toward Agent Fuller who screamed like a
preteen at a Bieber concert and made tracks across the field, Sloane on his
heels looking mighty pissed.

“Thank you, Agent Brodie,” the instructor
called out.

Agent Brodie wiped his ass with their
instructor’s polite orders and chased Agent Fuller down the length of the
grassy pitch. Dex glanced around. “So which of you is a medic?”

A few shaky hands went up.

“Great. Get ready for the next lesson. How to
patch up a Human scratching post.”




About the Author





Charlie Cochet is an author by day and artist by night. Always quick to succumb to the whispers of her wayward muse, no star is out of reach when following her passion. From Historical to Fantasy, Contemporary to Science Fiction, there’s bound to be plenty of mischief for her heroes to find themselves in, and plenty of romance, too!


Currently residing in South Florida, Charlie looks forward to migrating to a land where the weather includes seasons other than hot, hotter, and boy, it’s hot! When she isn't writing, she can usually be found reading, drawing, or watching movies. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers. 











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