Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Tour & Giveaway "Throttle Me" by Chelle Bliss


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Title: Throttle Me (Book 1)

Series: Men of Inked

Author: Chelle Bliss

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 31, 2014

Tour Organized by: Panty Dropping Book Blog

 

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SYNOPSIS:

Suzy’s a control freak and has her life mapped out - work hard, find a man with a stable job, and live happily ever after. She’s content with the status quo, but her plan comes to a screeching halt when he enters her life and turns it upside down.

City gave up on love when his heart was crushed in college, preferring to be the typical bachelor. He spends his nights hopping from one bed to another and his days working at his family tattoo shop, Inked. A chance encounter on a dark road makes him question what he had sworn off forever – a relationship. 

A night of passion and lust causes them to question everything. Is City the knight in shining armor to the damsel in distress? Can their relationship survive when a fantasyfalls apart and a secret comes out that changes everything?

This is the first book in the Men of Inked Series.

 

Throttle Me Excerpts:

 



Excerpt 1:

 

“What’s for dessert?” I asked as he closed the door.

“Anything you want, sugar.”

“You know what I want,” I said with a smile that was anything but innocent.

“Are you up to it?” he asked with a look of concern.

“Question is, big boy, are you up to it?”

He laughed. “Don’t ask questions if you can’t handle the hearing the answer. Eat your food and I’ll show you how up to it I am, sugar.” He placed a giant piece of lasagna with cheese oozing out in front of me. My stomach growled at the smell and the feeling of hunger finally hit me.

I wanted him and I figured that if I challenged his manhood, he’d finally cave. All men are the same in that regard. I cut into the slice and watched all the insides squish onto my plate. The hot lasagna spread across my tongue and I wanted to moan from the taste.

“That good, huh?” City asked as he scooped a chunk in his mouth.

“What? Did I?”

“Yep, you moaned, sugar.”

My face became heated. “Well, I’m used to Stouffer’s lasagna. This is amazing, City. You don’t know how lucky you were to grow up on this type of home cooking.” I slid the fork across my tongue and slowly chewed, letting all the flavors dance on my tongue.

“I never thought about it. Suzy, you keep making noises like that and I won’t let you finish the next bite.” He set the fork on his plate and stared at me.

“I need my fuel to get better.” I placed another sliver in my mouth, closed my eyes, and made a small sound in the back of my throat.

“You have thirty seconds to finish what’s in front of you before I take your ass in the bedroom and give you something to really moan about.” He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the watch on his wrist. I shoveled the food in my mouth. I felt torn in this moment, but the lasagna could always be reheated.

“Fifteen.” He smiled at me and I felt everything in my body convulse and scream to be touched. I shoveled another forkful in my mouth as I chewed like a maniac.

“Five.”

“Wait!” I held up my hand. “I need something to drink,” I said as I hopped off the high top chair around my cafĂ© table.

“I got something for you to wash that down with, sugar. Time’s up.”

 



Excerpt 2

 

“Do you swear?” I asked as she set the glass back on the bar.

“What?” She gaped at me.

“Do you swear? Simple question. You’ve said ‘heck’ and ‘friggin’’ so far, but nothing dirty.”

“Oh, um, yeah, I swear.” Her cheeks turned pink and a small smile spread across her face. “I’m just used to watching my words with the kids around all day.”

“Prove it,” I said as I stared in her blue sapphire eyes.

“What? Why?”

“Cause I need to know if it’s in you. Are you all good girl or is there more under there dying to come out?” I hid the smile and laughter that was so close to breaking free from my lips. The pink of her cheeks spread across her face. I know I embarrassed her, but fuck, I needed to know if I stood a chance.

“Yes, I swear. What do you think I am? I’m not a child, City.” She glared at me as she raised the drink to her lips and wrapped them around the rim. Fuck I wanted those lips wrapped around my shaft, taking me deep and sucking me off.

“Never said you were, babe. Do you drink besides tonight?” I asked, now smiling because I knew she was upset. I liked the fire I saw in her eyes when I pointed out her good girl qualities – she obviously didn’t like being labeled.

“Sometimes. I’m just responsible. I don’t drink and drive. My dad used to be a cop and it was drilled into my head at an early age.” The words she spoke hit me like a ton of bricks. Drunk driving was the one thing in the world that caused my blood to boil.

Good girl teacher with a cop father? Just my luck.“Nothin’ wrong with that. Virgin daiquiris aren’t always your thing, then?”

“Why? Do I have to be a drinker? I mean does it make me less of an adult?”

“No, Suzy. Just trying to get a feel for who you are –what you are.”

 



Excerpt #3

 

“Joey.” My sister stood with her face invading my personal space.

“What, Iz?” I looked up at her and noticed her squinty eyes as she studied me.

“What are you grinning about?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, bullshit.” She pointed her finger at me and tapped me on the forehead.  “You’ve met someone. Spill it, brother.”

“There’s nothing to tell. You think you’re a mind reader, but you aren’t, sis.”

“I’ve known you my entire life. You walk around here all moody and serious, but today I’d say you’re almost glowing ya big pansy ass.”

“Fuck off, love.”

“Oooo, jackpot. Who is she?” A giant smile crept across her face as he leaned forward and stared in my eyes. She wasn’t going to let it go. Everyone stopped what they were doing to listen to what I had to say and Isabella’s impending inquisition.

“Fine, Iz. I met her last night and I’m taking her out tonight. Happy?”

Iz twirled around and giggled like a school girl. “Extremely, big brother.” She kissed me on the cheek. I leaned back in my chair and watched as my sister celebrated like I was about to walk down the aisle.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Iz. It’s just a date.”

“Oh, now come on. I can tell by the look on your face that she’s a little bit more than just a simple date. I want thedeets.”

Grunting, I crossed my arms over my chest. “She was stranded and I stopped to help her. I brought her home and I’m taking her out tonight, simple as that.”

“Hmmm.” She came closer not believing a word that I spoke.

“Izzy, leave it at that.”

“Who is she?”

“She’s a school teacher, but I don’t know much about her.”

“You’ve had sex with this girl. I can tell.” Izzy poked me in the chest. “You can’t hide anything from me.”

“Well, shit, Iz. That’s none of your business, really.” The door chimed as my client walked through the door. I was thankful that I had a reason to end the conversation and save the grilling for another day. But I wouldn’t get too comfortable. I knew my sister’s interrogation would happen sooner rather than later.

 

 



AUTHOR BIO:

 

Chelle is an avid reader; consuming contemporary romance, dark reads, young adult, and all things erotica. She wants to create a book filled with characters that readers could relate to with real world problems and matching wallets.

 

Chelle loves to travel and her favorite cities are New Orleans and Paris. She currently lives in Florida with her amazing boyfriend. He’s showed her the love and passion that she has poured onto the page.

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Cover Reveal Master of the Game (Demons of Elysium #3) By Jane Kindred


Title:  Master of the Game (Demons of Elysium #3)

Author:  Jane Kindred 
Genre: Paranormal m/m BDSM erotic romance 18+

Publication Date:  August 5, 2014

Publisher:  Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

Cover Designer:  Kanaxa

Event Organized By:  Literati Author Services, Inc.

 

Synopsis

Love is the ultimate game changer…and this time it’s winner take all.

Now that his lover is back in his arms, Belphagor is taking his own sweet time to say the wordsVasily longs to hear: “You’re my boy.” And savoring the sweet torture of driving the firespirit into a frenzy of unfulfilled need.

 

As the undisputed master of Heaven’s gaming tables, Belphagor never plays unless he’s certain of winning. But this time, political machinations send the game—and Vasily—tumbling to the brink of even his formidable control.

 

Vasily can’t deny enjoying their delightfully edgy play—until the airspirit auctions him off for a night to the one demon with a gift for taking things too far. Seductive Silk, tight-lipped about the end of his relationship with the sweet submissive Phaleg, may also be involved with a new faction threatening the pregnant queen of Heaven.

 

Belphagor couldn’t be less interested in the games angels play, but when angelic and demonic intrigues overlap, he’s drawn in against his will. And forced to break his one inviolable rule: Never gamble what you can’t afford to lose.

 

Warning: Contains more than a mouthful of m/m mĂ©nage, with intense D/s situations featuring intricate rope work, balaklavas, and a flurry of snow.



About the Author


Jane Kindred is the author of The House of Arkhangel’sk trilogy, the Demons of Elysium series, and The Devil’s Garden. Born in Billings, Montana, she spent her formative years ruining her eyes reading romance novels in the Tucson sun and watching Star Trek marathons in the dark. She now writes to the sound of San Francisco foghorns while two cats slowly but surely edge her off the side of the bed.

You can find Jane on her Twitter account and Facebook page—both of which are aptly named “janekindred"—and on her website, www.janekindred.com.

 

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Cover Reveal "I Loved That About Her" by C.R. Everett


I LOVED THAT ABOUT HER by C.R. Everett 


SYNOPSIS


In Love, Carry My Bags, we felt Camryn Johnson’s joy and pain during her heartwrenching and heartwarming journey through life’s circumstances, poor choices, and difficult lessons. Through her relationships with both Glenn and Reese, she became the person she wanted and needed to be.

 

Now it’s Glenn’s turn.

 

Glenn, who feels chronically misunderstood, shares his side of the story in the stand-alone novelI Loved That About Her, revealing his own inner struggles and showing what it’s like to live at the mercy of forces beyond conscious control. These forces take him and his family to the edge when college arch nemesis, Raine Babcock, wreaks havoc on their lives. Glenn shows us that all is not necessarily what it seems, even to himself.

 

Walking a mile in his shoes, may change hearts and minds about the bad boy from Love, Carry My Bags that readers loved to hate.

 

Recommended for mature audiences 17+ for language and sexual situations.

 

EXCERPT 

 

My job ticked along way better than expected. Once I was on the inside, had my clearance, and put my naturally excessive curiosity to work, doors opened. And I opened them.

I popped my head into the lab walking back to my desk after an aircraft inspection. “Any little green men in here?” I asked.

“Glenn,” my boss, who happened to be in the room, said. “I was just talking about you.”

“Yep, my ears were burning. That’s why I stopped by. Whatcha need?” I asked.

My boss looked like he didn’t know quite what to make of me, but overlooked any reservations he may have had, just like anyone else who saw my potential and took a chance on me had. For those folks, I was grateful. A flashback to my fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Emerson, came to mind. She was the only one who took the time after class to sit down with me and re-explain each day’s lesson, because sitting there in a room full of quiet kids, listening, drove me ape shit. Instead of listening, I fidgeted in my chair wondering what was for lunch, sometimes getting out of my chair for a better view out the window, especially when a plane flew overhead. Mrs. Emerson was nice. “I have one just like you at home,” she said. I’m not sure what she meant, but at the time, I was thinking “nice little boy.” During our one-on-one’s, she’d speak to me like I mattered and never criticized me for not being like all the other kids who could sit in their chairs, listen, and understand, going off to do their homework by themselves after class. We did my homework together, and she gave me M&Ms after each problem I did right. Once I figured that out, I aced almost everything because there was a good reason to do the work. M&Ms right away, not some dumb letter grade handed back on a page three days later. When she explained to my folks that I knew the material, they laid into me about why I couldn’t do it at home in my room, but they clearly didn’t understand the power of M&Ms . . . or one-on-one.

“Conroy,” my boss said, “we need you in Seattle. You’re the first guy I thought of when this assignment came up—right up your alley.”

I was intrigued. My ears perked up when the words “need you” hit the air. Plus the fact that he thought of me, and “right up your alley” sounded phenom. Having gotten my attention, I listened intently as boss man outlined the particulars of the job, throwing in words like “top secret” and “special clearances” and “national security.” I was all over it and would have accepted right then and there if I didn’t need to consider Camryn.

“We need you ASAP,” he said.

“Let me talk it over with my wife,” I said, somehow managing to stifle my excitement. I hoped she’d like the idea too.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR



C.R. Everett was born in Northern Illinois and has lived in various places over the years, currently residing in Utah. For twenty years she worked in finance, but today devotes her time to writing. She lives with her husband, two kids, Shiba Inu, and cat. When not writing, she updates her website, connects with her readers, does the mom thing, or cleans up after unruly pets. In her free time she enjoys reading, usually at the gym while on a treadmill, baking, taking walks, enjoying nature, and going to Starbucks. Mocha is her favorite.

 

Website -www.creverett.com

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Blog - http://creverett.blogspot.com/

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Love, Carry My Bags 

Amazon Link UShttp://www.amazon.com/dp/B009SZYJ3W

Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B009SZYJ3W

 

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LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – SYNOPSIS

 

Camryn Johnson’s world is turned upside down when long lost love, Reese Dahlgren, re-enters her life at a pivotal point in her already challenging marriage. She faces an excruciating predicament: choose between a broken home for her daughter or a broken life for herself.

 

After her parents' divorce, Camryn first meets high school basketball star, Reese, at the Harvard Milk Day Festival bed races. Reese hides baggage of his own…until Camryn melts his heart and learns secrets entrusted only to her. Still, the weight is too much to bear. Unable to cope, Reese unwittingly backs Camryn into a corner during his air force enlistment—love him from afar, or leave him.

 

Enter aerospace engineering student, Glenn Conroy. Persistent and savvy, he woos Camryn during her junior year of college and wins her heart. Or does he? When Reese re-enters her life, further disrupting her tenuous marriage, Camryn turns to best friend, Megan, for advice, but refuses to believe Megan’s suggestion that she’s caught in a “simple” love triangle.

 

Camryn unveils hidden mysteries and secrets as she embarks on a life-changing journey of revelation and forgiveness, transcending doormat qualities inherited from her mother, and in the process finds what life's struggles are really all about.

 

C.R. Everett's heart-wrenching debut novel takes the reader on an emotion-packed journey that lingers long after the last page is turned.


LOVE, CARRY MY BAGS – EXCERPT

 

Reese’s dad was putzing around the kitchen when we walked in. “Oh, you’re staying too,” he said, my duffel prodding his memory. “You can put your stuff in Helen’s room. Since she’s not using it anymore, you may as well.”

“Hey.” Reese greeted his father.

“If you want something to eat, you’ll have to fix it the old fashioned way.” Mr. Dahlgren stirred leftover spaghetti heating on the stove. “Your mother made sure I’d be living in the dark ages when she absconded with the microwave . . . . At least she left the television.” Reese and I exchanged uneasy glances.

“Well, that’s a good thing because you and Reese would be bored watching the microwave together while I do my homework,” I said, grasping for the bright side. “Reese, would you show me upstairs?” I asked, conveniently escaping the awkward moment.

He carried our bags up the stairs and placed mine on a low-set king-sized bed in the first room on the left. The room reminded me of my grandmother’s house with dimly lit gabled walls and a faint odor of must, the vintage green bedspread, a ‘50s remnant. “Your parents didn’t sleep together?” I asked, surprised. It hadn’t occurred to me that married people might not sleep together. Well, there were the Samuelson’s I’d heard of, but they were in their nineties and had health issues which made a shared bed logistically impractical.

“They haven’t shared a room for years,” Reese said, like this was normal—at least in his parents’ household. I stood, focusing through the bed, my head, lost.

“Look,” I said with reluctance, “I’ve got some homework that’s due tomorrow. Why don’t you go downstairs and spend some time with your dad?” Reese’s eyes told me he knew it was the right thing to do even though he’d rather not.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he reiterated, giving me a parting kiss then closed the door behind him. I flopped on the bed, opened Accounting II.

Twenty T-squares later, Reese knocked on the door.

“I brought you some water.”  He set the glass on the bedside table then sat down next to me. “How’s it going?”

“I’m almost done.” I took a sip of water. “Thanks.”

“Good, I could use some company down there. Dad keeps bringing up sore subjects, between channel surfing. ‘Have you spoke to your mother?’ ‘Why did she leave?’ ‘The grass isn’t greener . . . it’s damn brown for me.’ ‘Why don’t you do something worthwhile with your life?’ Stuff like that.” I put my accounting text down and climbed onto Reese’s lap. I wanted to make all his bad disappear.