More Prizes–Yay!

Because one book tour is never enough…

Don’t Blackmail the Vampire is going on an extended blog tour! There will be lots of fun excerpts, maybe some reviews, and a chance at each stop to enter to win a $50 Amazon gift card!

A huge thank-you to the fabulous Carla at Book Monster Promotions for setting this up, and for all the great bloggers who are participating. You guys rock!

 

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Blog Stops:

 

5/12       Cherry Mischievous

5/12       Musings In Fiction Alley

5/13       Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews

5/14       Haloangel Reads

5/15       Books And Their Seven Deadly Sins

5/16       Bookin’ It Reviews

5/16       In The Pages of a Good Book

5/16       You Gotta Read

5/17       Manga Maniac Cafe

5/18       Mythical Books

5/19       Binding Addiction

5/21       Deal Sharing Aunt

5/24       Reader Girls

5/26       Musings From An Addicted Reader

5/27       For Whom The Books Toll

5/28       Tome Tender

5/29       Coffee Talk Writers

5/30       Fang Freakin’ Tastic Reviews

5/31       Mad Hatter Reads

6/01       Snarky Mom Reads…

6/02       Dark Side of Romance

6/05       Queentutt’s World of Escapism

6/05       I Smell Sheep

6/06       Aly’s Miscellany

6/07       KT Book Reviews

6/07       Monlatable Book Reviews

6/07       Offbeat Vagabond

6/09       Paranormal Romance Fans for Life

6/10       ParaYourNormal

6/12       The Reading Cafe

6/13       Literal Addiction

6/14       Celestial Reviews

6/14       Book Lovin’ Mamas

6/14       D’eBook Sharing Book Reviews

 

 

 

So this happened…

 

Super excited today, and this is why! From Publisher’s Marketplace:

 

Tiffany Allee’s BIDDING ON THE BOSS, in which a conservative workaholic steps out of her comfort zone and has a passionate one night stand with a laid-back, sexy stranger on vacation, only to find out he’s the new boss come Monday, to Robin Haseltine and Candace Havens at Entangled Lovestruck, in a three-book deal, by Jill Marsal at the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.

 

Squee! This will by my first foray into contemporary romance, and I’m super excited to share this series with you all. The first book in the series will be out later this year, with the rest following soon after. And don’t worry, I’ll still be writing more books in the Sons of Kane series as well!

 

Summoned Chaos – Cover Reveal!

I’m super excited to share an awesome cover with you guys today. Summoned Chaos, the sequel to Joshua Roots’ Undead Chaos, is coming out this summer. I can’t wait!

How badass is this cover?

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Blurb

 

If there’s one thing Warlock Marcus Shifter hates it’s the Delwinn Council, the governing body of the magical community. Between the grudges many on the Council harbor because he walked away from magic, and his suspicions that someone is working to undermine a twenty-year peace with the non-magical Normals, they really don’t get along.

Marcus has spent months hunting the traitor, infiltrating the Council and helping with “menial tasks” like repairing unstable rifts in the fabric of reality. But when he accidentally thwarts an assassination attempt at Delwinn HQ, the Council does the unthinkable: they appoint him the poster child for the peace movement.

Now Marcus has to not only figure out how to control his resurging powers but also navigate the potentially fatal waters of fame. Between the growing number of protestors, news-hungry paparazzi, and nightmarish beasts hounding his every move, he’ll need more than a camera-ready smile to uncover the traitor and keep the peace.

And don’t miss Undead Chaos, available now!

 

Excerpts

 

When I first signed the dotted line to become a Combat Warlock, it was under the assumption that I would spend my days blasting paranormal creepy crawlies and my nights basking in the warm glow of good scotch and bad girls.

Boy, was I wrong.

“This sucks,” the thick Mage next to me grumbled, sweat dripping from her brow.

Staring at the shimmering oval that seemed to hang in the air in front of us, I had to agree. It was small, nothing more than a hazy, wavering image similar to heat rising from asphalt in the summer. Despite the diminutive size, everyone on the five-person squad gave it a wide berth. The window to an unstable reality, the rift hummed with unnatural energy that felt, rather than sounded, as if it were slightly out of tune with the rest of the world.

That alone was enough to make my hair stand on end, but my uneasiness was ramped to a million because this rift was completely different than anything we’d seen before. Its edges were a soft blue instead of red and it pulsed cool winds, not warm air. Every so often, I could swear I saw something moving on the other side.

It was almost enough to make me miss my old freelancing days.

 

AND:

 

We dove into the woods at a full sprint, each in a different direction.

The creatures paused, sniffing the air as if trying to decide which one of us they wanted to pursue first.

Half of them chose to follow me.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I said, huffing as I raced through the woods. I’d been so shocked by my experience with the rift that I’d completely frozen.

A better Warlock would have had combat spells at the ready.

A better Warlock wouldn’t allow himself to get distracted.

Running, however, loosened my mental constipation. I quickly flipped through my mental list of spells before settling on an oldie, but goodie. I scooped up a hunk of dirt, spun, and hurled it at the lead predator like a fastball. The mud-ball solidified, slamming into the beast’s head with a crack.

The puma didn’t even flinch.

 

Preorder it today!

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Author Bio:

Joshua Roots is a former Marine, car collector, and beekeeper. He enjoys singing with his a cappella chorus, playing video games, and reading comic books. He is still waiting for his acceptance letter to Hogwarts and Rogue Squadron. He and his wife will talk your ear off about their bees if you let them.

 

 

Fun Release Stuff! Giveaways, interviews, and guest posts…woot!

Don'tBlackmailTheVampireHighResI’m super excited about the Don’t Blackmail the Vampire release! Thank you all for making this week so fabulous and fun. I’m so appreciative of everyone who has helped to spread the word about the book, and wanted to give a special thank-you to all the fabulous people who have taken time to write up a review! I’m so happy that the book is being so well received.

 

To celebrate, there are going to be a lot of fun events, blog stops, and giveaways happening. Many of the special events will have their own giveaways, and there will also be a giveaway for the Entangled blog tour. Links will go live as they become active.

 

 

 

 

 

Special Events and Stops

 

Riffle Backstory Interview

Bitten by Books Event (stop by today for a chat, but the giveaway will be active until 5/2)

Covet Bash on Facebook (4/30, 8-10 EST)

Fresh Fiction (Guest Post and Giveaway on 5/1)

All Things UF (Top 10 List and Giveaway on 5/2)

Writerspace Blog (Guest Post on 5/2)

The Naked Hero (Fun Excerpt on 5/8)

 

Entangled Blog Tour

 

 April 28

Book reviewed at Rage, Sex and Teddy Bears

Book reviewed at Reading Reality

Book reviewed at Romance for Every World

Book reviewed at Ramblings From this Chick

Book featured at I Heart Reading

April 29

Book featured at Escape by Fiction

Book reviewed at Poisoned Rationality

Book featured at Deea’s Book Blog

April 30

Book featured at Night Owl Reviews

Guest blogging at The Book Tart

May 1

Book reviewed at In My Humble Opinion

Book featured at Booklover Sue

Book reviewed at Fangs, Wands & Fairy Dust

May 2

Guest blogging at Fangs, Wands & Fairy Dust

Book reviewed at Racing to Read

Book reviewed at First Page to the Last

Book featured at To Read, or Not to Read

May 5

Interviewed at Toot’s Book Reviews

Book reviewed at Ramblings of a Book Lunatic

Guest blogging at Romancing the Darkside

May 6

Book reviewed at Books and Bells

Guest blogging at Sarah Ballance

May 7

Book reviewed at Reader’s Live

Book featured at Romantic Reads and Such

Book reviewed at Harlie’s Books

May 8

Book reviewed at My Reading Table

Book featured at Read Your Writes

Guest blogging at Urban Fantasy Investigations

Book featured at RhiReading

Book featured at Becky on Books…and Quilts

May 9

Interviewed at Review From Here

Don’t Blackmail the Vampire – Release Day!

The second book in my Sons of Kane series, Don’t Blackmail the Vampire, is finally here! And for a limited time, it’s on sale for only $0.99!

Check out the gorgeous cover:

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BLURB

Rachel Davis will do anything to get her sister out of a bad relationship with her fiancé. Even if it involves a few fibs, a little breaking-and-entering, and blackmailing the fiancé’s potential boss, Charles, for his help. So what if the handsome Charles happens to be a vampire?

Charles Wright has found the perfect way to trap the man threatening his brother’s wife: cozy up to him, get invited along on the skiing trip, and then search for incriminating evidence. How much better that audacious but gorgeous Rachel is just as eager to nail the bastard. As far as he’s concerned, there’s nothing wrong with a little blackmail between two consenting adults. Especially when it’s time for Rachel to pay up.

 

Don’t Blackmail the Vampire can be ordered from these retailers (do check the price as some may not reflect the sale yet!)

Amazon
Amazon UK
B&N
iTunes
Kobo
All Romance

 

While this is the second book in the Sons of Kane series, it can be read as a stand-alone. 

 

Excerpt

© 2014 Tiffany Allee

 

Chapter One

The ski lodge pub-slash-restaurant was filled to the brim with people. Since it was the more casual dinner option on the premises, most of the patrons wore varying layers of snow gear, and by the sound of it, they were pretty much all headed toward a good beer buzz. Unfortunately, none of them was the person Rachel Davis was supposed to be meeting.

Her sister was late.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” a deep voice asked playfully.

Seriously? She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, and instead offered the man a polite smile. Light-brown hair flowed with sun-lightened locks around a face that edged just on the right side of handsome versus pretty, and bright white teeth flashed at her. The man was obviously one who could use the lamest of pickup lines, because he could easily fall back on his good looks and broad shoulders. A slight shiver ran down her arms at that smile, and the tiniest bit of regret touched her. It was too bad, really. If she could fall for a handsome stranger—even for the night—her life would be a whole lot easier.

“This pretty lady is drinking alone in a place like this,” she said.

“A shame! A travesty, really—”

She waved her hand at the moderately entertaining man. “Seriously. Not interested. Go find another fish. I hear there are plenty in the sea. Especially for a pretty guy like you.” Why was he even talking to her? She was 99 percent sure that her bun, poufy coat, and ski pants weren’t exactly screaming sexy and available.

He cocked his head and gave her an odd look. Did he really get turned down so seldom? Whatever. Not her problem. She’d never managed to nail the social niceties in life, at least not enough to turn down a man in a bar any more gracefully than she just had. He would just have to learn to deal with disappointment.

“Did you just call me…pretty?”

“You’re a male version of Helen of Troy. Now run along. Find another something pretty that appeals to you.” Maybe if she confided in him that she hated the cold and everything that came with it, with a fiery passion, he’d leave her alone. In her experience, snow bums didn’t care for warm-weather fans.

“There’s a problem with that idea. You’re the only woman I’m interested in, ah…fishing for here.”

Her pulse jumped and her face heated. The guy was good. And he was persistent, she’d give him that. Fine. She had nothing better to do. She’d play, just not how he had planned. She spun her barstool around to face him and the crowd of people milling about in the bar, forcing him to step back or get kneed. He moved, quickly, dancing back a step.

“What’s your name?” She scanned the lounge, not bothering to check him out again. His attractiveness was already cemented into her mind well enough. Besides, her thoughts were full of problems way more serious than her love life—namely, her sister’s love life. She didn’t have room in her head for this player, no matter how amusing he thought he was.

“Charles.”

“Well, Charles no-last-name, I can see a couple of fish who are already staring at you, and who are, quite frankly, a couple steps up on the scale from me.”

“Are they?” he murmured, but his eyes never left her. Her stomach tingled in response and she forced her gaze away from his.

“Yep. Take that blonde for example.” She jutted her chin in the general direction of a buxom woman who couldn’t be missed in her spike heels and tight dress. The woman sure didn’t look like she’d been skiing all day, or like she was scared of the cold weather. “She’s gorgeous. Sexy but not trashy.” Though she was right on the line, in Rachel’s opinion. But heck, if she were braver and had that body she might ride the line once in a while, too. Or maybe not. Playing dress-up had always been her sister’s game, while Rachel had preferred to play in the mud. “And she’s checking you out.”

“Is she?” he asked innocently, but mischief danced in his icy blue eyes.

Damn. A man shouldn’t be that attractive and get those eyes to boot. Just wasn’t fair to the rest of the world. Probably he was as cold and heartless as the color of his eyes suggested; his charm certainly didn’t make that less likely. And he knew that blonde was checking him out, but she answered anyway. “Yep. Go get her, tiger.”

He coughed, not at all masking a surprised laugh. “Maybe I’ll do that.”

She grunted in response and turned back to her virgin daiquiri.

“Thanks for the tip,” he said. “It’s been…interesting.”

Rachel grinned around her straw before glancing back at him, her expression bland. “Just interesting?”

“I don’t meet a lot of interesting these days. Take the compliment.” With that he winked—actually winked—then turned and headed for the blonde. “We’ll meet again. Promise.”

Read the rest of Chapter One here…

 

 

 

 

Artist’s Touch – Release Day Awesomeness!

My good friend Kerry Adrienne is releasing a fabulous book today from Ellora’s Cave! Artist’s Touch is book one of The Guild series, and it is fabulous. I’m so excited to share the cover, blurb, and an excerpt with you all today.

Check out the gorgeous cover!

 

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How sexy is that cover? :D

 

Blurb:

Every starlet wants master painter Kenon Alavi to do her portrait…and more. But Kenon prefers firm to soft and sates his desires with the boyfriends of the women he paints, enjoying the diversity of many lovers but shunning any attachments.

Wallace Harte’s English degree isn’t helping him find a job and working at a bar is the closest he’s gotten to being the Second Coming of Faulkner. Something’s gotta give soon or he’ll be out on the street.

Kenon zeroes in on the bartender at an art exhibition, intending to add him to his long list of conquests, but Wally bolts, initiating a heated game of cat and mouse. Kenon delights in the game until he discovers what Wally is writing. Feeling betrayed, Kenon swears off all entanglements until he reads Wally’s story and discovers true love is sometimes between the pages and not the sheets.

Inside Scoop: This book contains hot, sexy scenes of M/M interaction of an artistic nature. Who knew having your portrait painted could be so hot?

A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 

EXCERPT:

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please do not read further.

An Excerpt From: ARTIST’S TOUCH

Copyright © KERRY ADRIENNE, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Another day, another drink for those who had dollars. Wally slipped the candied cherry into the Manhattan and handed the glass to the tall brunette leaning against the bar. With barely a nod, the woman slinked away as if on skates, joining one of the clusters of patrons waiting on Kenon Alavi’s arrival. The artist, notorious for being late, probably wouldn’t arrive for another ten minutes at least. Light jazz floated through the air from the ensemble set up in the far corner and spots of colored lights beamed up the walls to the tall ceilings that arched over the studio space. This would make a great setting for a novel, Wally mused. Too bad he didn’t have the plot to go along with it. His creativity had hit an impasse as cliché as the proverbial brick wall.

“Martini. Wet and stirred, no olive, no twist.” The man put his hand on the bar and looked over his shoulder toward the gallery door. “I’m tired of waiting. Don’t care how special Alavi thinks he is, my time’s important too.” He tapped his fingers on the bar. “Annoying bastard. Wouldn’t be here if my wife wasn’t so keen on having him paint her.”

Wally pulled out the glass for the martini, not speaking to the customer. He’d been hired to make drinks, not socialize. The man was just complaining anyway. He wasn’t really expecting a conversation, especially from the bartender. Plus, tonight Wally had to remember all the different highbrow cocktails. He rarely served anything but beer and frozen drinks back at the Cellar Bar. He poured the vermouth into the sloped glass, then stirred the concoction. As long as Mr. Alavi paid his wage, who cared when he actually showed up? His gala, his schedule.

“Told her we could get a portrait done for a lot less but she insists on this guy.” The finger tapping grew more vigorous. “He’s refused her calls for two months now. Arrogant bastard.”

Wally nodded and set the drink in front of the man. Mr. Alavi sounded like a typical snobby artist. Big surprise. “Here you go, sir. Wet and stirred. No olive, no twist.”

“Top shelf?” the man asked, raising an eyebrow. He toyed with the rim of the glass, running his finger around it as if he was checking for chips.

“It’s all we serve,” Wally mumbled, wiping up a few drops of condensation from the top of the bar. Alavi’s guests were snobby too. “Only the best.” Bottles of fine alcohol that could pay off his student loans with cash left over for a few months of rent. He looked out over the room of people. Wealth and privilege as far as he could see, well, except for the musicians in the corner. He smiled. At least they were making a living off their art. One day he would too—if he could ever shed his writer’s block.

The man shrugged and tipped up the glass, finishing off the cocktail in one gulp. He held the glass to the light and examined it, then set it on the bar. “Good thing Alavi has an open bar at this reception. Otherwise, I’d leave right now, no matter what my wife said. I’ll take another, please. The same.” He resumed his tapping.

Wally took out a new glass and prepared the man’s drink. The jazz music was making him sleepy. He’d much prefer something a little more lively. Having spent the previous night out on the town dancing to a club beat didn’t help. But he couldn’t refuse the extra money this bartending gig would put in his pocket. He pushed the glass over to the man and tried not to yawn.

Silence hit the entire room at once, echoing off the vaulted ceiling in thick waves. Someone gasped, then the patrons broke into applause. Mr. Alavi had arrived. The large front doors banged closed and the music softened.

Drink forgotten, the man strode off to join the mass of bodies that now moved as one as they pushed toward the door where Mr. Alavi waited to be greeted. Wally squinted to see what the excitement was but the crowd blocked his sightline. He’d heard the artist put on quite the spectacle and with the number of people and amount of money spent on the reception tonight, he didn’t doubt it for a second.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea in front of Moses and a man walked toward the grand doors that led to the open studio in the back of the room.

Wally stared.

Mr. Alavi’s stopped to shake hands with a tall gentleman and then moved on through the crowd. Light glinted like a beacon off the silver brooch at his throat. Murmurs filled the room—whispers, really. Like a creature of the night, Mr. Alavi was dressed in black from head to toe with a few flashes of silver sparkle sprinkled here and there. God, why did all the handsome men have to be rich and unattainable? Alavi was probably straight too. Life was definitely not fair.

Wally reached for the two martini glasses and bumped one over. He caught the stem of the second one just as the glass bowl shattered against the bar. His heart pounded and blood rushed to his ears. When he looked up, Mr. Alavi was staring at him, looking him right in the eye with a piercing gaze and unreadable expression. Everyone in the room watched. Wally’s face flooded with heat and sweat trickled down the back of his tuxedo shirt. Fuck.

“Sorry,” he stammered to no one in particular.

Before anyone could respond, Mr. Alavi moved in his direction and Wally’s throat tightened. Would he fire him on the spot? He began picking up pieces of glass and dropping them into the bar wastebasket, avoiding Mr. Alavi’s approach. Way to go, Wally, blow your chance to earn some extra cash. The one glass probably cost more than the night’s wages.

He bent to drop a large piece of glass into the trashcan, still holding on to the marble bar with his free hand. He squeezed his eyes closed. He’d get through this. Bile rushed into his throat. Why did he always screw things up? He took a deep breath. What was the worst thing that could happen? He’d been fired before and for worse offences.

A warm hand covered his, sending a wave of fear up his arm. Wally stood, coming face-to-face with Mr. Alavi. Wally wanted to pull his hand away and run but fifty wealthy snobs would stop him before he made it to the front door and onto the New York streets. He was trapped.

“Everything okay?” Mr. Alavi asked, his voice as smooth and dark as his slick black satin shirt.

Wally met the man’s gaze—green eyes lined in kohl, set in warm skin that shimmered in the bar light. Black spiky hair dusted with glitter.

Mr. Alavi squeezed his hand and Wally shivered.

“I said, is everything okay?”

“Y-y-yes,” Wally stammered. Even from over the bar, he could tell that Mr. Alavi was tall, well over six feet. His shoulders broadened and then tapered to trim hips. Wally’s mouth filled with saliva. The man was hot. Even if he was about to fire him for breaking the barware.

Avoiding eye contact, Wally studied the black leather jacket Mr. Alavi wore. It was no rental but made to slip around his body like water, hugging the right places, with a few silver studs and spikes on one shoulder. Designer-made, no doubt. In place of a tie, he wore a silver serpent brooch pinned at the neck, its eyes made of tiny rubies and its forked tongue licking out.

Wally gulped and his already-warm face burned. The man must think he was an idiot, drooling and fumbling like a fool. The crowd had gone back to chattering and mumbling but a few people still glared toward the bar, probably annoyed that Wally had taken the artist’s attention away. Mr. Alavi lifted his hand and pulled Wally farther down the bar, away from the rest of the broken glass. The artist looked out at the crowd. Wally didn’t see the look he gave them but anyone staring suddenly turned away and ignored the scene at the bar. The man had the power, no question about it. This was his scene and his alone. Wally’s pulse quickened. At least he wouldn’t be totally humiliated by stares when Alavi fired him.

“What’s your name?” Alavi asked, squeezing Wally’s hand.

“W-w-wall…Wallace Harte, sir. I’m sorry I broke the glass.”

He brushed away Wally’s comment with his free hand. “Ah. An unusual name. Wally for short?”

Wally nodded and gulped down the panic in his throat.

“Call me Kenon,” the artist said, stretching out his name in a French-sounding accent. He ran his thumb over Wally’s knuckles in a slow circular motion and Wally closed his eyes.

The scant hairs on his arm stood erect and he hoped Kenon couldn’t feel how damp his palm was beneath his grasp or how his pulse beat a frantic escape rhythm. From the corner, the music started playing again and the low murmur of the crowd drowned the silence in his ears. Deep breath.

“Thank you, sir,” Wally said. He opened his eyes and met Kenon’s gaze. For a moment, he stared into Kenon’s green eyes, pausing to fully examine them. Enhanced with dark eyeliner, the artist’s eyes almost glowed with feral sparkle. Predatory. Waiting. Wally looked down, not daring to move his hand. Mr. Alavi must be quite the lady-killer. Who wouldn’t want to be with him?

“Time to open the show, Mr. Alavi,” a gallery aide said, sidling up to Kenon at the edge of the bar. “Everyone’s getting impatient.” Wally had seen the aides milling around, making sure things stayed perfect. It must cost a fortune to produce an event like this.

“This is my show. Let them wait,” Kenon growled and clamped down on Wally’s hand.

The aide looked at Wally and smirked. “I’m sure the bartender won’t mind talking to you after the show.” He emphasized the word “bartender” as if it were a dirty word.

Kenon snapped his head and turned to the man. “I said I’m busy.” This growl was louder and deeper and the aide’s eyes widened and his shoulders tensed.

“Yes, sir,” he said and backed away, hands up.

Wally began to shake. He tried to tell himself it was from the air-conditioning but he knew it was from a mixture of fear and longing to be near this mysterious man. The artist must always have a rapt audience. Despite his growling, everyone seemed to be taken in by his charm. Kenon milked Wally’s finger in a stroking rhythm and Wally clenched his thighs together, willing his dick to be still. Kenon was too close and it was a good thing the bar was between them or things could get embarrassing.

“Now,” Kenon said. He tugged Wally’s hand close to his chest, tightening his grip once again. “Lean in so I can whisper what I have to tell you. Privacy you know.” He smiled, a tight line of control.

Wally leaned toward Kenon, drawing in a deep breath of what was likely the most expensive cologne he’d ever smell, combined with a fresh scent that could have been makeup or fine-milled soap. Underlying everything was an all-male scent of danger combined with sex and power. The bar was cold against his chest but the man’s breath was hot in his ear. “Yes?” he asked, voice trembling. “I’m sorry I broke the glass.”

“I said I’m not worried about the glass.”

“What, then?” Wally squeaked out.

“Why are you shaking?” Kenon touched his nose to Wally’s earlobe and Wally tensed. “Am I too close?”

“I…I…don’t know,” Wally said, his breath stuttering in his throat. Why was he shaking? He’d not had a boyfriend in ages but had never responded to man’s presence so strongly and so urgently before. Especially a straight man. At least not while he was sober.

Kenon pressed closer and his warmth radiated over Wally’s neck and face. Wally stood statue-still under the assault of heat. “I want to see you after the show,” Kenon whispered. “Will you stay around? To…talk…”

Wally nodded. Was he in trouble?

“Goooood,” Kenon blew. “See you then.” His lips brushed Wally’s ear and then he nipped it gently, holding on to the lobe for a second before releasing it. Wally shuddered as heat jolted straight to his groin. Why was Kenon flirting? Wasn’t he straight? And why was he so close? Wally squirmed as his pants tightened and his dick disobeyed the order to stand down. The ruby eyes of the serpent brooch glinted as Kenon pulled away.

Viper.

Just as quickly as Kenon had latched on to Wally’s hand, he dropped it. Turning, he sauntered off as if he were strolling along a promenade without a care. The crowd, cued into his movement, followed him through the open doors to the main exhibit hall. Wally stared after him, watching the people meander into the larger room where Kenon’s latest paintings would be unveiled.

What had just happened? And why had he agreed to meet Kenon after the show? He knew better than to tempt fate with an employer, especially one he was so attracted to and who was so out of his league. He always screwed things up. He adjusted himself and sighed. What did he have to lose?

 

Add Artist’s Touch to your Goodread’s shelf HERE.

About the Author:

Kerry writes about love in its many forms, and enjoys exploring the dynamics of relationships and the quandaries people get themselves into. She lives in suburbia, but is making plans to escape to the ocean and NYC, as both places hold a piece of her heart.

You can connect with Kerry here:

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Thank you!

 

Love Heart in Sand

I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who has taken part in the release of my latest book…and well, really all of my books. I’ve been insanely busy lately and haven’t been around on social media as much as I’d like, so I wanted to take a moment to thank you all here. Anyone who has taken the time to read or review or buy or mention my books. You are awesome. And I really appreciate you all. <3

 

 

Interested in Writing Paranormal? Free Chat!

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Hi all! I’m going to be chatting tonight at Savvy Authors about writing paranormal romance–with an emphasis on tone and particularly, how I write lighter paranormals. I’ll also be talking a bit about one of the lines I write for (Entangled Covet) and how contemporary tropes can be twisted in a fun way with paranormal elements. The chat is interactive, so I will also be taking questions.

Here’s a link to the free chat. (Or click the Savvy logo above.) You can register at any time, but it starts at 9:00pm EST, and will last for an hour. I hope you’ll stop by!

 

Extended Tour – Temptation by Fire!

Hi everyone! I’m so excited by how well Temptation by Fire is being received. Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to leave a review!

 

An extended tour for Temptation by Fire kicks off today. Follow the tour for some new excerpts, reviews, and a chance to win a $20 Amazon gift card!

 

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Links will go live when they are posted:

 

 

1/13 Monlatable Book Reviews

1/13 Read More Romance

1/14 Riverina Romantics

1/14 The Snarkology

1/15 CS Maxwell ~ Where’s My Muse?

1/16 Rose & Beps Blog

1/17 Books And Their Seven Deadly Sins

1/18 Diane’s Book Blog -  {Includes a review!}

1/19 Mad Hatter Reads

1/19 Sassy Book Lovers

1/20  Book Monster Reviews

1/21 Kristina’s Books & More

1/21 Paranormal Romance Fans for Life

1/22 Eclipse Reviews

1/23 Author Karen Swart’s Blog

1/24 I Smell Sheep

1/26 Mythical Books

1/28 Fab Fantasy Fiction

1/28 Novels On The Run

1/29 Bibliophile Mystery

1/29 Where the Night Kind Roam

1/31 TBQ’s Book Palace

2/1 Tomb Tender

2/2 Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews

2/4 Taking It One Book at a Time

2/5 Miscellaneous Thoughts of a Bookaholic – {Includes a review!}

2/6 Aly’s Miscellany

2/6 Coffee Talk Writers – {Includes a review!}

2/7 Lia’s Book Haven

2/7 Offbeat Vagabond

2/7 Queen of the Night Reviews

2/8 Vampires, Werewolves, & Fairies, Oh My

2/9 Inner Goddess

2/10 Toot’s Book Reviews

2/11  Not Everyone’s Mama {Includes a review!}

2/11 KT BOOK REVIEWS

2/12 We Love Kink

2/13 TiffyFit’s Reading Corner

2/14 Babbling About Books and More

2/15 Book Pages and Dripping Ink

2/16 Book Bliss

2/16 Book Lovin’ Mamas

2/16 Dalene’s Book Reviews

 

 

 

Temptation by Fire Tour!

Tour Banner - Temptation by Fire

Hi guys! As I promised yesterday, I have some fun contest news today. I’m touring through Buy the Book Tours to promote Temptation by Fire over the next two weeks. There will be some fun interviews as well as guest posts.

Also! Not only is there a $10 Amazon gift card up for grabs, there is also a signed paperback copy of Don’t Bite the Bridesmaid going to the winner! This is pretty exciting since technically Don’t Bite the Bridesmaid isn’t available in print, and the only copies were printed specifically for contests (I kept a couple of extras, mwahahaha!). For the time being, you will be the only one to own a copy outside of my mother! (Because Mom always gets a copy first.)

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(Links will go live as the posts go up! Be sure to visit as many as you can, as commenting on the blogs gives you extra entries.)

 

Tour Stops:

Monday, January 6, 2014

 

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Buy the Book Tours {Featured Guest Post}

 

Thursday, January 9, 2014
For Whom The Books Toll {Author Interview}

 

Friday, January 10, 2014
Rage, Sex and Teddy Bears {Guest Post & Book Review}

 

Monday, January 13, 2014
Talk Supe {Author Interview and Book Review}

 

Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Authors’ Cafe {Author Interview}

 

Wednesday, January 15, 2014
HBS Author’s Spotlight {Author Interview}

 

Thursday, January 16, 2014
As the Pages Turn {Guest Post}
Nancy Jardine features {Author Interview}

 

Friday, January 17, 2014
Paranormal Realms {Guest Post}