EXCITING NEW RELEASE NEWS~ MY SOUL TO WAKE~TARA OAKES…

New release!

MY SOUL TO WAKE

TARA OAKES

COMING MAY 25, 2015!

A  Paranormal Romance coming Memorial Day, May 25!!

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TOP ALL TIME MUST-READ ROMANCE BOOKS: VICKY DRELING~ WHAT A DEVILISH DUKE DESIRES…with #giveaway and review

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Top all time must-read romance books:
FLOWERS FROM THE STORM – Laura Kinsale
SLIGHTLY SCANDALOUS – Mary Balogh (Freyja’s book)
Mr. IMPOSSIBLE – Loretta Chase
LORD PERFECT – Loretta Chase



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WHAT A DEVILISH DUKE DESIRES by Vicky Dreiling (February 24, 2015; Forever Mass Market; $8.00)

WILL A FEW FLIRTATIOUS STEPS
Harry Norcliffe never wanted to inherit his beloved uncle’s title. The rigidity of the ton, the incessant reminders from his marriage-minded mama that he must settle down with a highborn lady and produce an heir and a spare: it’s all such a dreadful bore. So when his mother asks him to take part in a dancing competition, he patently refuses. The last thing he needs is another chore . . . until a beautiful, brilliant, delightfully tempting maid makes him rethink his position.

LEAD TO A SCANDALOUS SEDUCTION?
Most women would be over the moon to be pursued by a wickedly handsome-not to mention wealthy-duke like Norcliffe. But Lucy will not be any man’s trophy. She could use a friend, though, and what begins innocently soon ignites into desire. As Lucy tries to resist Harry’s scorching kisses, he makes an utterly irresistible offer. Enter the dance contest with him, and win a prize that could change her life forever . . . if falling in love doesn’t change it first.

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About the author:

Vicky Dreiling is a confirmed historical romance junkie and Anglophile. Frequent business trips to the United Kingdom allowed her to indulge her passion for all things Regency England. Bath, Stonehenge, and Spencer House are among her favorite places. She is, however, truly sorry for accidentally setting off a security alarm in Windsor Castle. That unfortunate incident led her British colleagues to nickname her Trouble. When she’s not writing, Vicky enjoys reading, films, concerts, and, most of all, long lunches with friends. A native Texan, she holds degrees in English literature and marketing.

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MY THOUGHTS:

WHAT A DEVILISH DUKE DESIRES by Vicky Dreiling is a flirty but seductive Regency Historical Romance. #3 in “The Sinful Scoundrels”, but can be read as a stand alone.

Matchmaking, rakes, dukes, scandal and of course, an unexpected romance. What more could you ask for in a wickedly delicious historical romance! Fast paced, and simply scandalous, seduction, and witty banter makes WHAT A DEVILISH DUKE DESIRES, a must read. A fun Regency from beginning to end, with passion, and a dance contest, oh, my what fun.

Ms. Dreiling, has once again, hit her mark with her latest Regency Historical Romance, WHAT A DEVILISH DUKE DESIRES! You gotta love, Harry Norcliffe, the Duke of Granfield and Lucy Longmore! I highly recommend WHAT A DEVILISH DUKE DESIRES to any and all romance readers, but especially, historical readers, who enjoy a bit of scandal, lots of passion, and a bit of seduction, lots of love and romance. Well done! You don’t want to miss this series!

*Received for an honest review from the publisher*

Rating: 4.5

Heat rating: Mild

Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More

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DEBT COLLECTOR: SEASON TWO~ SUSAN KAYE QUINN…Blog tour with #Giveaway…**18+ please, may content mature content**

The Debt Collector
Season 2
by Susan Kaye Quinn
 
Blurb:
What’s your life worth on the open market?
In this gritty urban fantasy, debt collectors take your life energy and give it to someone more “worthy”… all while paying the price with black marks on their souls.
“Wraith is amazing and just as compelling as Lirium—once again I’m hooked!!”
“I loved being back in this world! Wraith has captivated me.”
Wraith is a shadow in the night, haunting the bedrooms of the rich “high potentials” who have stolen life energy from the desperate and dying. The justice and the sweet mercy hit that follow keep her from falling into her own personal abyss. Her secret nighttime work also keeps her on level for her real mission: carrying on her father’s legacy of attempting to bring an end to debt collection as a whole. But when a mysterious debt collector interrupts her in the act and discovers her secret, everything Wraith loves may be destroyed by the one thing she can never fix– the original sin of being a debt collector herself.
Contains mature content and themes.
OPTIONED FOR VIRTUAL REALITY BY IMMERSIVE ENTERTAINMENT
2014 Semi-Finalist in Science Fiction in the Kindle Book Awards
The nine episodes of Season Two of the Debt Collector serial are collectively 125k words or about 500 pages.
It is recommended that you start with the first season, but each season is a complete story for that debt collector and can serve as an entry point to the series. There are five planned seasons in the Debt Collector series, the first four each from the perspective of a different debt collector with the fifth season bringing all four together.
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Excerpt Debt Collector Season Two, first episode – Wraith
“Adrien Odel,” I say with my best judge-and-jury voice. This part is important. I want him to know why I’m here. I’m not a debt collector for the mob or some rogue collector out for juice on the side. I’m not the government’s grim reaper, cashing out the destitute to feed a corrupt life energy supply system. I’m something he’s never heard of: a debt collector who will make him pay for his sins. A vengeful angel brought to his bedroom by his own foul actions. At least, that’s what I want him to think. The suit usually helps, along with the wild-flowing curly black hair.
“I… what…” He’s still breathless. But he’s smart, too, and quickly figures it out. His legs are trapped under the blanket, but his arms are free, so he lunges for me—the typical response. If he tried to twist away, making me lose contact with his bare skin, I might actually get into trouble. But my targets almost always go for my throat, especially the men. And most of them are men. I’m not biased—I’ll hunt down anyone who trafficks in life energy—but while the occasional socialite, movie star, or female corporate executive might make my list, it’s usually the men who think they can make deals with the mob and get away with it. And when they see a woman in a skin-tight suit perched on their chest in bed, they automatically assume they have the advantage.
I pull another hit from him.
Odel’s back arches again, but the pleasure is all mine.
I let it go longer this time, closing my eyes and drinking it in. I’m careful not to pull too fast—I’ve still got a few scars from those early trial-and-error lessons in how to collect, and I don’t need any more angry red marks across my palms. Plus I’m not ready to do the full collection yet. Odel still needs to learn his lesson. But I take a drink and let the energy seep out to every living cell in my body.
Damn, I’ve missed this.
Not sure why I thought I could resist in the first place. And my targets do deserve everything they get. Any “high potential” who steals the life energy of someone “less deserving” needs a taste of what that kind of dying feels like. But I’m fooling myself if I think it’s only about the justice. I’m an addict, through and through. Really no better than the government’s debt collectors who do it for a paycheck and their ten percent cut of the hit.
Might as well get used to that, too.
I breathe out a deep sigh and stop the pull. I’m almost dizzy with the high. Too much. Need to be more careful. By the time I lazily open my eyes, Odel’s body is slack against the bed, his arms lying where they fell once I started the transfer. His chest is heaving, and the gray pallor is starting to show in his face. It’s hard to tell with all the creepy red glow-light in his room, but he’s definitely looking more like death than when I came in.
“What do you want?” His words are wheezy.
I lick my lips, already dry from the take. “You took something that doesn’t belong to you,” I say. “I’m here to take it back.”
“I can… I can pay you,” he says, already reaching the desperate, bargaining stage. That was fast. “Anything you want.”
“I don’t want your money, Odel,” I say, chastising him lightly. The high is making me want to play with him, and that’s not a good sign. It’s been too long. I should have known it would be hard to come back. “I want your life.”
“Please.” God, he’s starting to tear up now. These pampered high potentials can be so soft once you get them out of the boardroom. “Please don’t kill me. I’ve… I’ve got a family.” He doesn’t try to escape my hold on his forehead this time, like he’s finally figured out my palm is a gun barrel pressed against his skin. But he flails his arm to the side, reaching for something.
I shove down against his forehead, and his head sinks into the pillow. His hands go up in surrender.
“Is there something you need?” I ask.
“I just… I have… a picture…” He’s trying to look with just his eyes for whatever he was reaching for. Sometimes I forget how smart these high potentials are. I should know, I’m one of them. And a smart animal trapped in a corner becomes even smarter as the panic brings out every instinct for survival they have, including using all their brain cells at once. And sometimes they figure out my one weakness really fast.
I lean back and look, even though I know better.
He blindly reaches for the slick black photo cube. It’s the kind you tap and a holographic projection pops up whatever you’ve programmed: slide shows, video snippets, the slice-of-life stuff everyone has. It reaches in and stabs me in several different ways: because he has a smiling mother and a cute younger brother and a shiny-coated dog who adores him; because all the people whose life-energy he stole lost all of that and more; and because I have a cube just like it at home. Only the people on it are dead, and my empty apartment will only ever house me, my debt collector suit, and a haunting memory of a life that could have been but wasn’t. Because I do this instead.
I hold my free hand out to him. “Give it to me.”
He hands it over, a slight tremble in his fingers.
My palm is still plastered to his forehead, but I ease up on the pressure a little. It’s starting to sweat, making the contact slick. I need to move this along.
I hold up the cube. It’s still playing, so I freeze it. “Alicia Kentworth had a family, too. Only hers wasn’t rich. Trina Smith had two daughters she left behind. Matt Worthy was only twenty-five when they came for him, but he already had a beautiful baby girl. One who will never know her daddy.”
“I… I swear, I don’t know those people.” The desperation in his voice is inching up to hope, like he thinks he can talk his way out of this.
“No, of course you don’t.” I toss the cube aside, and it tumbles across the carpet. “You don’t think to ask about them when you’re getting your precious life energy hits, do you? You never say, Hey, Mr. Mob Boss, who had to die so I can be a little more peppy for that upcoming board meeting? Because then you’d have to think about it. And that might make it a little harder to sleep in this incredibly peacocky bed you have here.”
Odel has gone very still with my words, and I can see it on his face: he’s gotten to the stage where he realizes he’s not getting out of this. That anything he says will probably only make it worse. What he doesn’t know is that’s what I was waiting for: the look that says he understands what’s happening. And he knows he’s going to pay.

 

About the Author
Susan Kaye Quinn is the author of the bestselling Mindjack Trilogy and the Debt Collector serial, as well as other speculative fiction novels and short stories. Her work has appeared in the Synchronic anthology and has been optioned for Virtual Reality by Immersive Entertainment. Her business card says “Author and Rocket Scientist” but she mostly sits around in her PJs in awe that she gets to write full time.
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TODAY’S GUEST AND NEW RELEASE ALERT~ JESS MICHAELS~ THE OTHER DUKE…with #giveaway

The Other Duke by Jess Michaels
MBA&M: What is the single most important thing you have ever done?
I think the most important thing anyone can do is love and be loved. And I’ve definitely done that. That’s pretty much the best legacy you ever get in this world.

MBA&M: How do prioritize your writing?
After my husband, my writing is my number one priority. I write or promote about 80 hours a week. I’m pretty much always working at this point. LOL

MBA&M: How do you great your creative juices to flowing?
Writing is such a pleasure to me that it’s actually hard to turn the juices off rather than get them flowing. I sit down and my body and mind are trained to write. Even on days when it’s harder, after I get some words going, the switch flips and I’m into the story.

MBA&M: What is the first book you remember reading as a child?
My Mom read to me from before I can even remember, so I don’t know what my first book read to me was. The first book I remembering reading that had a HUGE impact on me was Anne of Green Gables. I wanted so much to be friends with Anne Shirley. Honestly, I still would be.

MBA&M: If you could pick character,main or secondary, as your favorite. Who would it be, from which book and why are they your favorite character?
If you’re talking about from my own books, that would be impossible. I love all my characters and have learned and grown from telling their stories. From another person’s book, I’ll go back to Anne. I would totally hang out with her.

MBA&M: If you could have dinner with one person, real or fictional, who would it be, and where would you go to eat?
Right now I’m in deep introvert mode as the year comes to an end, so I think I’d most like to have dinner with my Mom, Dad, brother and husband in my house. And we’ll be doing just that for Christmas! Our first one together in 13 years!
Thank you, Jess, for stopping by today! Congratulations on your latest release..The Other Duke
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About the author…

Jess Michaels began writing full-time in 1999 after being encouraged by her husband to follow her dream. In 2003, she sold her first novella to Red Sage Press, an erotic historical romance about an Egyptian tomb and a very sexy curse. Since then she has published (or has contracted to publish) 50 novels and novellas under three different pen names with several major publishers, small presses and via self-publishing. Her erotic historical romances have been national bestsellers and won awards from booksellers and readers.
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Jess Michaels’ other books…
WANTON CHRISTMAS WISHES (Anthology) November 18
A MEASURE OF DECEIT (Ladies Book of Pleasures 3) December 9
THE OTHER DUKE (The Notorious Flynns 1) January 13


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About the book…

The Other Duke

The Other Duke by Jess Michaels

The Notorious Flynns, Book 1

For years Serafina McPhee has been engaged to marry the heir to the Duke of Hartholm and for almost as long, she has been struggling to find a way out of that engagement. When he suddenly dies, she does not mourn but thrills at the idea that she will be free. Unfortunately, best laid plans go awry when the next in line for the title, her intended’s cousin, Raphael “Rafe” Flynn is forced to take over the engagement. But Serafina knows Rafe’s reputation as a libertine and wants nothing to do with him, either, even if he is devastatingly handsome.

She proposes an arrangement: she will agree to the marriage and provide Rafe with his heir and spare. Once she has done her duty, he will let her go. Rafe is intrigued both by her beauty and by her utter disgust with the idea of being his bride. Women normally fall at his feet, not cringe away from him. However, since their arranged marriage is not something he can escape, he agrees to her terms.

But when he finds out on their wedding night the truth about her torture at the hands of his predecessor, he finds himself driven not just to fulfill his bargain with his new bride, but to introduce her to desire. While they move closer together, surrendering to wicked pleasures, dangerous emotions may violate every agreement they’ve made.

 

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GUEST BLOGGER~ VICTORIA VANE~ SLOW HAND…New release…Contemporary Western Romance with #Giveaway…Mature content, 18 + Please…

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Thanks so much for having me back April.  I truly appreciate your enthusiasm and support.

You are so very welcome!!

MBA&M: How hard was it to write Contemporary romance instead of your usual Historical Romance?

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VICTORIA: If you have asked me just two years ago I would have sworn that I would never write a contemporary romance. I honestly didn’t think I had the right writing voice for it. It might seem strange but my natural writing “voice” is quite formal. In college my lit professor describes my writing style as “scholarly” which is why I adapted so easily to historical fiction. Moving from historical fiction to historical romance was actually a pretty big transition for me but I was able to adapt given that I stayed in my beloved Georgian era, where everyday speech was very formal.
My greatest fear in taking a two and a half century leap into contemporary romance was that my characters would sound all wrong. As it turns out, my worries were unfounded. Readers who know my work are already aware that my historical romances are character driven and dialogue heavy. This is even truer of my contemporary stories. Although it took a while for me to “find” my story, once my characters came to life, I simply had to move out of the way and let them do the talking.
SLOW HAND is fun and flirty and loaded with innuendo! I loved writing the dialogue between Wade and Nikki. One of my favorite scenes is when she gets a bit tipsy after visiting the funeral home. Here’s a little teaser!

Wade on thongs

SLOW HAND mini- excerpt:
Holy shit. She’d given him a hard-on with a simple question. It wasn’t the wording as much as the way she’d posed it—with a challenge. Her body language said gimme what you got, cowboy, loud and clear. He suspected the tequila had a lot to do with it, but the hungry look in her eyes made him want to give her hard, fast, and furious right there on the table.
It was definitely time to go.
“Are you ready, Nicole?” he asked, already grabbing his hat.
“What’s your hurry, cowboy?” She gave him a sloppy grin that pricked his conscience.
He hadn’t set out to get her drunk. That was her doing, but he certainly hadn’t discouraged it either. “C’mon.” He took her by the arm and gently coaxed her from her seat. “You’ve had enough for one night. I’m taking you home.”
“Home?” She cocked her head at him. “Home where? If you think you’re gonna sweet talk my panties off, you got another think coming, Wade. I already told you how I feel and you haven’t changed my mind. No indeed-y. I got your number.”
“Do you now?” He threw some money on the table and guided her to the door.
“Yup. Sure do, after seeing how those waitresses were all eyeballing you like a herd of hungry sows waiting at the feeding trough.”
“A herd of sows? That’s not a pretty picture you paint.”
She gazed up at him in earnest. “I was simply making an ob-obzervation, Wade.”
“Sure you were.”
He let her babble on until they got to the truck, where he was struck by an overwhelming impulse to silence her—with his mouth. He managed to restrain the urge until he reached around her for the door and found himself thigh to thigh with Nikki, her breasts pushing against his chest and her arms entwined around his neck. She looked up at him all soft and warm and welcoming.
Damn, but it was just too much!
He pinned her to the door, expecting at least some token resistance after the way she’d been sounding off, but instead, she laced her fingers in his hair, pulled his face down to hers, and then licked his chin! He jerked his head back “What the hell was that?”
She giggled drunkenly. “That dimple of yours is driving me crazy. I’ve been dying to do that since I first saw you.”
“Oh yeah?” He grinned back at her. “You can lick any part of me you like, darlin’, as long as you let me reciprocate in kind.”

 

Thank you, Victoria, for spending time with us and our readers today!!

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SLOW HAND-VICTORIA VANESlow Hand by Victoria Vane (Contemporary Western Romance; Hot Cowboy Nights, Book 1; ISBN: 9781492601128)

 

Summary:

In rural Montana…

Wade Knowlton is a hardworking lawyer who’s torn between his small-town Montana law practice and a struggling family ranch. He’s on the brink of exhaustion from trying to save everybody and everything, when gorgeous Nicole Powell walks into his office. She’s a damsel in distress and the breath of fresh air he needs.

 

Even the lawyers wear boots…

Nicole Powell is a sassy Southern girl who has officially sworn off cowboys after a spate of bad seeds—until her father’s death sends her to Montana and into the arms of a man who seems too good to be true. Her instincts tell her to high tail it out of Montana, but she can’t resist a cowboy with a slow hand…

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Victoria in Jackson HoleABOUT VICTORIA VANE
Victoria Vane is an award-winning author of smart and sexy romance. Her works range from historical to contemporary settings and include everything from wild comedic romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. Her books have received more than twenty reviewer awards and nominations to include the 2014 RONE Award for Treacherous Temptations and Library Journal Best E-Book romance of 2012 for The Devil DeVere series. She lives the beautiful upstate of South Carolina with her husband, two sons, a little black dog, and an Arabian horse.

 

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ~ CYNTHIA EDEN~ CLAIMING THE BEAST…

 

 

Charming The Beast 
(Purgatory Series, Book #3)
By Cynthia Eden
 
Blurb: 
New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Cynthia Eden spins a dark and sexy new paranormal
romance tale…
He’s a man with a beast inside…
Connor Marruk never intended to work for the Seattle Para Unit. He’s not one of the good guys—he’s
a real monster, and the beast he carries doesn’t exactly play nicely. But now he finds himself being
blackmailed into a new assignment. It’s supposed to be his last gig. His mission? Protect the beautiful
Chloe Quick. Keep her alive. Destroy her enemies. Easy enough…until he starts to fall for Chloe.
She just wants to escape.
Chloe is tired of being a prisoner. She wants to get away from her Para Unit guard and run fast into the
night. So what if Connor is the sexiest guy she’s ever met? Chloe knows trouble when she sees it, and
Connor is one big, dangerous package of trouble. But, when an obsessed werewolf begins stalking Chloe,
she realizes that her paranormal bodyguard may just be the one man she needs the most.
Their attraction is primal.
Every moment that Chloe and Connor spend together increases their attraction. Chloe has never felt
a need so strong or a desire so dark. The beast that Chloe carries inside has always been silent, but
Connor is stirring up her animal instincts. And as the danger and desire begin to twist together, Chloe
wonders just how far she’d be willing to go…in order to spend one more night in Connor’s arms.
The PURGATORY Series:
 
 
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 Excerpt

 

“Is that
really how you say thanks? By trying to cut me open?”  He kept his voice low and he made sure to
keep them in the shadows. The last thing he wanted was some do-gooder human
coming around.
            Her
breath panted out as she heaved in his hold. He didn’t let her go.
“I…I
didn’t realize it was you.”
            Right.
He could actually buy that. Seeing as how she kept having werewolves stalk her,
she truly might have thought someone else was after her. 
            “It’s
me,” he told her grimly. “You ran from me.
            He
could see every beautiful detail of her face, even in the darkness. He had
perfect vision—perfectly enhanced vision.
There was no missing the fear in her expression. He didn’t like Chloe’s
fear.  Even when he was pissed at her,
Connor didn’t want her to be afraid.
            “You
know I won’t hurt you,” he said, his voice a low rasp.
            “Then
let me go.”
            If
only things were that simple.  “I can’t.”
            Her
lips trembled.  Her lips were the first
thing he’d noticed about her—they were full and red. The kind of lips that
instantly made him think of sex.  Then
he’d gotten caught in her eyes. No one should have eyes that blue.  Maybe it was because her hair was so dark, a
perfect black, and, in contrast to that darkness, her eyes appeared to be such
a bright, electric blue.
            Her
face was heart-shaped, her cheekbones almost ridiculously high. She had a small
nose and a slightly pointed chin.  Her
skin was pale, probably because the Para Unit had been keeping her in various stages
of isolation and she hadn’t exactly been free to roam in the outside world and
soak up a bit of sunshine.        
            But
that was what happened when you killed a man…and when you rose from the dead. You get monitored by the Para Unit.
Chloe
Quick wasn’t supposed to be in front of him. She’d died a few weeks ago.  Not some near-death BS, either.  She’d been knifed in the heart. She’d died.
            Then
she’d come back, thanks to the dark wish of a djinn.  Only now, the Para Unit didn’t exactly know what Chloe was.
            “I
warned you not to escape,” he told her. The other werewolf had been right. Her
scent was damn near intoxicating, and if he’d just been a werewolf, he probably
would have been nearly mindless in his desire to claim her.
            But
he wasn’t just a wolf, and that was why Eric Pate had given him guard duty with
Chloe. Because I’m supposed to be able to
control my baser impulses.
But if that were truly the case, would he be
holding her so carefully, his fingers sliding over her wrists, his body pushing
ever closer to hers?

 

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USA Today Best-selling author Cynthia Eden has written over twenty-five novels and novellas. She was named as a 2013 RITA® finalist for her paranormal romance, ANGEL IN CHAINS, and, in 2011, Cynthia Eden was a RITA finalist for her romantic suspense, DEADLY FEAR.
Cynthia is a southern girl who loves horror movies, chocolate, and happy endings.  She has always wanted to write (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys creating stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, and even the real-life monsters that populate her romantic suspense stories.
 
Cynthia’s foreign sales for her books include translations to Japan, Germany, Thailand, Greece, and Brazil.
(Back in the day…) Cynthia graduated summa cum laude from the University of South Alabama where she studied Sociology (because people interest her) and Communication (because she likes to write about said people).  Cynthia has worked as a college admissions counselor, a teacher, and as an editor. But now, Cynthia is thrilled to be spending her days making up stories.

 

          

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FALLING FOR THE PIRATE~ AMBER LIN…

Falling for the Pirate

Title: Falling For The Pirate

Author: Amber Lin

Release Date: July 21st, 2014

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About Falling For The Pirate (Men Of Fortune #2):
Falling For The Pirate CoverVengeance is a dish best served in bed…

London, 1812

After the deaths of his parents and a dark, troubled childhood, Captain Nate Bowen vowed he would have his revenge. But he never expected to have the tool of his revenge dropped so neatly into his lap. Juliana Hargate is not only the daughter of his enemy, but is destitute, very much alone—and exquisitely desirable.

And now that Nate has saved her life, she’s at his complete mercy…

Captive. All Juliana wanted was to clear her father’s name. Instead, she’s been struck with amnesia—unable to recall even her name—and imprisoned by a tall, imposing, and entirely unscrupulous pirate.A pirate whose eyes seem to look past her skirts and many petticoats, and whose touch sends delicious ripples of desire through her. With every passing day, she finds herself tempted to give him the very thing he’s determined to take…

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Excerpt:

It was warm in the room. Too warm. The blankets were suffocating, and someone had built a strong fire. She could smell the coal.
Coal. There was something about coal, but she couldn’t remember what. Her head felt foggy, as if filled with water, her thoughts adrift in the murky dark. There was something important she had to remember. Floating just beyond her grasp.
Cuts and bruises all over her body made themselves known as she came awake, as if they awoke too, one by one. Her palms burned, as though she’d fallen and scraped them. Her ankle throbbed—possibly she’d twisted it. Her side ached. What had happened to her?
If she held herself very still, the pain dulled to a muffled roar, just quiet enough that she could focus on other things.
Such as where she was.
And who she was.
Her eyes felt glued shut. She opened them by force of will and stared at a plain drapery striped with light and dark blue. Pretty; serviceable. She was almost sure she’d never seen it before. Almost, because she couldn’t remember what she had seen before. She could only feel certain she hadn’t.
The furniture looked heavy. Good quality. Not ornate.
That detail seemed meaningful to her. Not ornate. As if she had once lived somewhere that was ornate—with fancy tapestries and delicately carved furnishings. Somewhere much colder than here.
A faint memory of freezing water and sinewy shadows came to her, tickling her memory. Sinking, drowning. But nothing moved beneath her now, and her throat felt utterly dry. If she’d been in the water at some point, she was most definitely on land now.
She looked around, letting her gaze sweep the cozy room before landing on a large wooden chair. More to the point, the man sleeping in the chair.
His legs were spread wide—bracing himself, even in sleep. His shoulders were well above the back of the chair, his head leaning against the wall behind. He seemed too large for the furniture, like a grown man sitting on a child’s rocker in a nursery. Only, this chair was quite average-sized.
She had a sense of familiarity, of having seen him before. Which was strange, because she didn’t feel like the sort of woman acquainted with pirates.
And this man was most definitely a pirate.
He wore no jacket. She felt faintly scandalized, except he was also alone in the room with her. He was alone in the room with her, which was far worse than being in shirtsleeves. And if that weren’t shocking enough, the ties at his collar hung loose, baring a portion of his chest. Tanned. Sprinkled with dark hair. And wholly inappropriate for her to see.
She looked away—and right into his eyes. He was awake now. He’d been watching her examine him.
“Who are you?” Her voice came out low and rough. What had she been doing last night to make her voice so raw?
And had she been doing it with him?
The pirate stretched slowly, wincing as his body straightened into order. She had the sense he was rolling himself back up, as if he were a tree he had to trim just to stand upright.
“You asked me the same question last night,” he remarked.
His voice vibrated with sarcasm. He didn’t sound happy to greet her this morning. And, in fact, her sense of familiarity was completely misplaced if she’d asked for his name just last night.
“What did you answer?” she asked.
A glimmer of humor shone from his eyes before they went black again. Black like his hair. Black like the sea. He smiled, and the smile was black, too—with irony and annoyance. “I didn’t,” he said. “I’m not in the habit of explaining myself to thieves.”

 



About Amber Lin:

Amber authorAmber Lin writes erotic romance with damaged souls and deep emotion.

 

Her debut novel, Giving It Up, received The Romance Review’s Top Pick, Night Owl Top Pick, and 5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. RT Book Reviews gave it 4.5 stars, calling it “truly extraordinary.” She has been published by Loose Id, Carina Press, and Entangled.

 

Amber married her high school sweetheart, birthed a kid who’s smarter than she is, and spends her nights writing down her dirty thoughts. In other words, life is good.



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