Wednesday, April 30, 2014


Blurb:  Vanessa Clark is doing a research paper for one of her last classes – Psychology of Sex – before receiving her Bachelors’ degree. Once she discovers the topic of BDSM, everything else pales in comparison. But where will she learn about it? The Internet has its limits, and Vanessa needs to talk to real-life practitioners of BDSM to really understand the lifestyle and write about it.
Will Astin, who serves as a dungeon master at a local BDSM club, doesn’t expect to find a gorgeous, irresistible young woman when he agrees to a meet and greet with a college student as a favor to the club’s owner. Even better, she’s interested in learning about BDSM for what he suspects are more than scholarly reasons, and Will decides he’s just the man to teach her about it, hopefully claiming her for his own.
Will and Vanessa begin a journey which teaches both of them there’s more to BDSM than meets the eye. In the process, they grow closer, but when Will’s job puts him in the line of fire – literally – their roles are reversed and Vanessa has to take charge. Can they handle the rapid shift in their burgeoning dynamic, or is their relationship doomed?

Author bio
Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning romance writer. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra's books have won numerous "Best Book Of" awards and her novella Unexpected Top was nominated in the E-book Erotic Romance category of RT's Reviewers' Choice Awards.

She thinks the best part of being a writer is how she writes about love and sex while most others struggle with daily commutes, micro-managing bosses and cranky co-workers. Her inspiration comes from everywhere, but she'd particularly like to thank the Buffalo Sabres, the hockey team near and dear to her heart.
For more information about Cassandra, check out her website, "like" her Facebook fan page or follow her on Twitter.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Finding Her Dream Book Blast

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Jennah will be awarding a $10 Gift card (to the winner's choice of e-book retailer) to a randomly drawn commenter via the Rafflecopter at the end of this post. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Remember, the more stops you visit, the more chances you earn to win.

It wasn't until she watched her best friend find the man of her dreams that RayAnne Hill realized there was a part of her missing. She knows the empty space can only be filled by finding her own true love, complete with kids and the white picket fence. Fear of letting someone in stops her cold, and it's much bigger than just finding Mr. Right.

James Shaw moved away from Kentucky and the family business to chase his own goals, settling in the small town of Kimmswick, Missouri. His business is succeeding, now he's ready to complete his life with a wife and kids. One night, one look and he's found her. RayAnne is everything he's been searching for.

As hard as James has fallen for RayAnne, can he be enough to help her overcome her worst nightmare? Or will he decide he can't wait forever, and walk away to find happiness?

Now enjoy an excerpt:

By the time his heart came back on line the group had broken off into two directions, one of the women went to find a seat while the blonde headed to the bar. With a man. Just his luck. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off the way she sauntered up to the bar, her hips wiggling just enough to draw his attention. As he watched her order he noticed the man had his sights set on the other woman they’d arrived with. She had spiky black hair, piercings, and tattoos. Maybe his day wasn’t doomed after all. The dark haired one wasn’t his type. But the blonde…the cute, innocence of her face contrasted with the sexy short shorts and flannel shirt tied at her waist. She was exactly his type.

She looked up and down the patrons, stopping at him. James couldn’t pry himself away from her gaze. He winked and she grinned before offering him a finger wave. A little vixen.

“Hi.” Her cute, kissable mouth formed the word.

“Hey, sugar,” he replied, garnering the attention of the guy standing at her side. The other man glanced down the bar at him and cocked an eyebrow. Did they know each other? James didn’t think so, but he wasn’t very good at names or faces, so it was possible.

James broke their connection, turning to signal the bartender he wanted another round. As he tipped the bottle back, a warm, soft touch landed against his neck. “Save me a dance, cowboy,” the sweet words were whispered in his ear.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Born and raised in Texas, Jennah is a transplant to Missouri long enough ago she should probably consider that her hometown. But she will forever be a Texan. She loves to write any story that will make a reader smile, laugh, and maybe even cry (although you won't ever hear her admit that she cries). Whether the next story she writes is contemporary, urban fantasy, LGBT, or whatever other crazy idea she comes up with, there will always be love and romance in the midst of trials and turmoil.

When she's not writing you can find her on Twitter, with her family, or buried in a book trying to escape reality for just a minute.






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Hungry Heart Virtual Book Tour

Hungry Heart
by Meg Benjamin



Peace, love, and barbecue—with a big order of sexy on the side.

Sous chef Darcy Cunningham is less than entranced with small-town Konigsburg’s obsession with barbecue. But her future career as a chef de cuisine requires expanding her culinary horizons, so she talks the Barbecue King, a.k.a. Harris Temple, into taking her on as his apprentice.

However, learning Harris’s professional secrets wasn’t supposed to include falling for his spicy blend of smoky sexiness and laid-back charm.

Chico Burnside specializes in flying under Konigsburg’s small-town radar, but lately life has been going a little too smoothly, even for him. Hoping to shake things up a bit, he talks Harris into teaming up for Konigsburg’s first barbecue cook-off. But once shy scientist Andy Wells catches his eye, Chico’s got more on his mind than brisket. Like enticing her out of her shell to show her just how tenderly a big guy can love.

As the competition ignites, so does the romance. Until a natural disaster threatens to derail Konigsburg’s dream team before the grills even get good and warmed up.


Excerpt Three:

“So maybe I’ll hire you away from the Rose.” He rubbed his thumb across her palm, slowly, back and forth, a ribbon of heat against her skin.

Her throat tightened. “You can’t afford me,” she whispered.

“Sure I can. I’ll pay you in ’cue and loving. How can you pass that up?”

She glanced at him quickly. He was smiling, but there was something behind it. Hell, what do I do now?

She licked her lips. “’Cue and loving? Sounds like a plan.”

“I’m not kidding, Darcy,” he said slowly. “Which is rare, believe me. But this time it’s true. I’m not kidding.”

She exhaled a long, shuddering breath. “I don’t… What does that mean?”

“It means I love you, toots. What did you think it meant?” His hand closed more firmly on hers.

She took another deep breath. Suddenly her chest felt way too tight. For a scary moment she thought she might pass out. Terrific. Love means being unconscious.

“Darce?” He sounded concerned. “I didn’t mean to give you a panic attack. Just relax, okay?”

“How can I relax?” she said through gritted teeth. “You said you love me. Nobody has ever said that before. Hell, I’ve never said that before.”

He paused. “Are you saying it now?”

Oh god, oh god, oh god. “Yeah. Okay. Yes. I’m saying it now.”

There was another long pause. “It might be nice if you actually said it, you know.”

She took another deep breath, then blew it out. “I love you.”

He narrowed his eyes. “That sounds like you’re in pain.”

“I am in pain,” she muttered. “I’m scared to death.”

“Come here.” He held out his arms to her. After a moment, she pushed herself to her feet, then dropped onto the lounge chair with him, feeling his arms close tight around her shoulders.

“No reason to be scared, Darce,” he murmured. “It won’t hurt. I promise.”

It already hurts. But she didn’t say it. Instead, she sank deeper into his arms, closing her eyes tight. If this was a dream, maybe she’d wake up happy.

1. How did you get started writing romance/erotica?
I think it was when I started reading romance. I’d tried writing mysteries, but I was always more interested in the relationship between the h/h than whodunit. When I started reading authors like Linda Howard and Elizabeth Lowell, I thought Okay, that’s it! That’s what I want to write. I think you have to really love the genre you write, and I really do.

2. What was your inspiration for your latest book?
You can’t go anywhere in Texas without running into barbecue—it’s like the official state food. After writing books about wine (Long Time Gone), coffee and bar food (Brand New Me), and a serious gourmet restaurant (Fearless Love), barbecue just seemed like the logical next step.

3. Vacation-so elusive for us writers-where would you go if you could actually take the time off?
I actually do take time off regularly since writing is my full-time job and I can do it anywhere. I love, love, love western Colorado—Crested Butte, Telluride, Durango, Pagosa Springs, etc., etc.—so I’d probably go there. I know it’s not Paris, but it makes me happy.

4. Plotter or pantster?
Plotter, sort of. I like to lay out the direction of the plot before I start writing so I don’t end up in blind corners, but it’s more like a suggestion than a writing diagram! I frequently change things as I write, or as I revise.

5. Name three things on your desk right now.
My MacBook Air, my Samhain mouse pad, and my Logitech mouse. I used to have a fancy Apple mouse that never worked right, but I finally bought an inexpensive Logitech baby, and I absolutely love it.

6. Is there any kind of music you like to listen to while you write?
I need quiet while I write, unfortunately. So no music, no television, nothing but silence. Boring, but it helps me think.

7. Pizza or salad? (or both for balance?)
It depends. I’m trying to lose weight, so I go with salad most of the time, but I have pizza once a month or so, particularly flat bread since I can kid myself into thinking it’s healthier.

8. What movie have you watched lately that has stayed with you?
I’m more into binge-watching television than movies. I love both The Good Wife and Scandal, but for different reasons. TGW has all those realistic relationships that can just break your heart (especially lately). Scandal is the opposite—totally over the top. But they have so much fun you’re willing to let them do it.

9. Favorite book so far in 2014?
Sherry Thomas’s Luckiest Lady In London. I absolutely love her stuff.

10. What are you working on next?
I’ve got a couple of trilogies set in Colorado that I’m trying to finish. I love Texas (and I lived there for over twenty years), but I live in Colorado now and I’d like to do some writing about all the neat things I see around here.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Meg Benjamin is an author of contemporary romance. Her Konigsburg series for Samhain Publishing is set in the Texas Hill Country and her Medium trilogy for Berkley InterMix is set in San Antonio’s King William District. Meg’s books have won numerous awards, including an EPIC Award for Contemporary Romance, a Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award for Indie Press Romance, the Holt Medallion from Virginia Romance Writers and the Beanpot Award from the New England Romance Writers. Meg lives in Colorado with her DH and two rather large Maine coon kitties (well, partly Maine Coon anyway). Her Web site is and her blog is You can follow her on Facebook (, Pinterest (, and Twitter ( Meg loves to hear from readers—contact her at

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Blood Magic Release Day Blitz

Series: SoulTracker
Spin-Off: DarkWorld
Volume: 1
Genre: NA Urban Fantasy
Publication Date: 28th April 2014
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Publisher: Infinite Ink
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My name is Mel Morgan and I'm a Tracker. I find people for a living. The people I help have no idea I know exactly how they feel because I've lost someone too. If only I could have found the one person I've been looking for all these years.

My current case is no ordinary abduction. Before long I'm neck deep in blood magic - the worst kind. I need the help of a necromancer if I'm to free the kid. Doesn't mean I have to like it.

When sexy djinn Saleem asks for help things get a little hot to handle. But how can I say no? Dodging demons and sorcerers are just part of my day job.



"So you'll arrest me because I spoke to a guy? Mighty protective of you, Detective." I smiled, injecting a little charm into the turn to my lips. "I always knew there was a reason you followed me around twenty-four seven, Detective. I just never realized it was because you had the hots for me."

A snort of laughter emanated from his dark-haired partner and I tilted my head to address him. "So who are you supposed to be? You the latest sorry sucker they found to babysit this fool?" I pointed a thumb at Fulbright who choked with fury at my words. Not that being polite to Fulbright had ever been my strong suit.

I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognise that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practise given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each other's loves – it works wonderfully…

My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.


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Saturday, April 26, 2014

My Wicked Masters Excerpt Tour

My Wicked Masters 
Club Wicked #4

Rhiannon Mirga, known as Goddess at Club Wicked, has a reputation for being a beautiful and unapproachable ice princess. But beneath her hard exterior beats the tender heart of a submissive who yearns for a Master love despite a nightmare past that makes it hard for her to trust anyone. For Rhiannon there are only two men that can help her overcome her fear, the club’s incredibly sexy trainers, Master Rory and Master Liam.

Unfortunately, after a long history Rory and Liam are on the verge of parting ways, driven apart by Liam's refusal to accept Rory's love as anything more than friendship. Despite their own issues, the men find they cannot refuse her plea for help and together they embark on a training session like no other where the Masters are the ones who learn the true meaning of love and surrender.

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Excerpt from ‘My Wicked Masters(Club Wicked, #4)

Rhiannon forced herself to open the door and step through into the school-themed playroom at Club Wicked.

Her heels hit the polished wood floors with a decisive click that made her Masters look up from where they were standing at the front of the mock classroom. On either side of her two rows of school desks lined the aisle. Directly before her Master Rory stood behind a podium, dressed in an impeccable gray three-piece suit. He also wore a pair of glasses with thin silver frames. The color set off the coldness in his gaze. A delighted shiver went through her.

She’d tried to role-play with one of her ex-boyfriends. It just seemed like Fred dressed as Superman in bed with her, not Superman himself. That wasn’t going to be the case with Rory. He held himself differently now, and there was a dismissive turn to his generous lips that made him seem more imposing, more stern than usual.

Master Liam had exchanged his leather kilt for a plaid one that matched her plaid skirt. He wore a white button-down shirt and a black suit jacket over it. The suit jacket had a patch of some kind on it, and as she sauntered down the aisle toward them, she could make out the words Club Wicked Training Academy on it.

“How good of you to finally join us, Ms. Rhiannon,” Master Rory said as he studied her from the other side of the podium.

She slouched against the side of one desk and crossed her legs slowly, making sure each man was looking as she shifted enough to almost give them a hint of her sex. “Sorry. Had stuff to do.”

Master Liam slammed his hand down on the desk. “We are here as a favor to you. Without our tutoring, you will fail your biology exam on the human anatomy. I will not tolerate such disrespect from a student.”

Blinking rapidly, she tried to force her mind to think about something other than the kinky things they could do with a class like that. “Sorry, Sir.”

Master Rory raised an eyebrow, and she quickly corrected herself, remembering she was a brat. Curling her upper lip, she sneered at them. “I’m here, so let’s get this over with. I have a party I need to go tonight. You know, people to see, guys to do.”

“Sit down,” Master Rory said in a low voice that made her sex clench again.
Goodness, she wanted him in the worst way.

With a huff, she took a seat in the front row. Because of the height of the desk she had a hard time crossing her legs. Finally she just gave up and sat with her knees pressed close together. Both men watched her, and she grew a bit nervous. They were so big, so strong. They could do anything they wanted to her. Unease tried to worm its way into her heart, but Master Liam chose that moment to move from around the table.

He sported an erection that pushed against the fabric of the kilt that should have looked silly but instead found it really, really sexy and it turned her on something fierce. She wondered what his cock looked like up close, how thick he was, how much he was going to stretch her. Her sex continued to throb with the beat of her heart, and she couldn’t remember a time when she’d been more aroused without having even been touched. Even hours of sex with one of her ex-boyfriends hadn’t led to this desperate craving.

Master Rory gripped the lectern and leaned forward. “When asked on your final exam what the name of the female sexual organs were, you replied ‘a cunt.’”

She flushed and looked down at her hands. Swearing was one of those things that made her uncomfortable yet aroused. “What? You wanted me to call it a pussy?”

Master Liam picked up a ruler off the table and hit it on the surface hard enough to make her jump. “Watch that insolent mouth.”

Feeling bold, she stuck her tongue out at him and grinned when he gave her a wink. Master Rory was very intense in his role-playing, which she liked, but Master Liam also made it fun. Sometimes laughter was even better than sex.

“Girl, eyes on me.”

She immediately gave her attention to Master Rory and swallowed hard. He looked so darn good in his suit; she wanted to rip it off him in the worst way. More than that she loved how possessive his gaze was, how commanding and in control. She loved men that were strong, both inside and out.

“Ms. Rhiannon, since you’re such an expert on the female anatomy, why don’t you tell me about the G-spot.”

“Um…” She tried to remember what little she knew. “It’s a place inside a woman that can be stimulated during sex.”

Master Liam scoffed, “My grandmother could give a better answer than that.”

“Do you talk about sex with your granny a lot?”

Instead of being amused, Master Liam gave her a stern look that sent pleasurable little shivers through her. Her pussy ached with the need to be touched. She parted her legs and slowly slid her hand down the front of her panties.

Let’s see how they liked a little bit of teasing.

“Hold on. Let me see if I can find that spot.”

Holding Master Liam’s stare, she widened her stance farther. His gaze moved between to the juncture of her thighs, and passion flared in those hazel depths. When he glanced back up at her face, she took in a small breath at the desire suffusing his features. He captured her with his eyes, enchanting her will to his, making her want to serve him, to make him happy, to make him come.

He shifted and gave his cock a leisurely stroke through his kilt, and she gulped in a huge breath of air.

“Sir, I know I haven’t studied as much as I should for this class.” She began to stroke her pussy through the thin panel of transparent fabric. “But I really do need to pass it. Is there any kind of special credit I could do?”

Master Rory cleared his throat. “Actually, there is. I’ve been researching the G-spot, and I need a volunteer to experiment on.”

Not sure exactly what he was talking about, she shrugged and removed her finger from her panties, then licked it before answering him. “Anything’s better than having to sit here and listen to you ramble.”

After standing abruptly, Master Liam cleared off the books and papers from a desk with one sweep of his large arm. “Get over here, lass.”

She rose on unsteady feet and took a deep breath. They were going to touch her now. Keeping her gaze focused on Master Liam, she made her way to the desk and stood before them with a cocky strut to her hip. She loved how they devoured her with their gazes as if she was the most desirable woman they’d ever seen. Being wanted like this made her feel so damn good, almost powerful.

Master Liam took off his jacket and shirt, then laid them down on the table. Every muscle in his body was firm and delicious. From his sectioned abs to his rock-solid chest with his tiny brown nipples, he screamed virility. A man fully in his prime. She wanted to smell him, to rub her face on his neck and just inhale.

“Take your skirt off.”

Master Rory came over to her side and held out his arm. He steadied her as she took off her skirt. Once she’d put it up on the desk, he moved around and turned her so she was facing him. For a moment he just looked down at her, then very slowly, and with great intent, he slid his hands up her ribs to her breasts and filled his palms with her mounds.

He let go of her, then reached up and tore the shirt from her in a violent motion that sent moisture rushing to her pussy. She was so wet that her inner thighs were slick and she could smell her desire. Master Rory gently caressed the tips of her nipples with a maddeningly light touch. She swayed on her heels, and Master Rory laughed.

“Come on, darling. Up on the table with you.”

He lifted her by the waist, and as soon as her butt made contact with the edge of the table, Master Liam helped her lie back. They adjusted her until most of her body was on the hard surface. Then Master Liam leaned over and began to suckle her left breast. The sensation of his full lips pleasuring her had her reaching up and running her hands over the spectacular musculature of his torso. His smooth, dark skin was a few shades deeper than her own skin tone, and she loved how they looked like honey and chocolate together.

Master Rory spread her legs and starting at her right ankle, began to kiss his way up her leg. Wonderful, amazing sensations unfurled in her blood, and she writhed beneath them, wanting more, needing more. When Master Rory reached her panties, he took an audible breath and groaned. His obvious pleasure felt almost as good as Master Liam now biting her nipples.
Her desire-fogged mind cleared for a moment, and she tried to kick Master Rory and push Master Liam away. “Get off me! You guys stink like old man.”

Both men froze, and Master Liam said in a low voice, “What’s your safe word?”


“Are you using it?”

“Are you as dumb as you look?” The Masters had ordered her to be as bratty as she could in this scene. She gave Master Rory another kick, making sure she didn’t hit him. “I bet your balls are as wrinkly as a bulldog’s face.”

Master Liam was off her, and Master Rory had her flipped over onto her stomach. He jerked her down until her legs were hanging off the table and her ass was prominently displayed. Master Liam grabbed her wrists and held them to the table. His hands were so big that he could easily hold both wrists with one hand, leaving the other free to smooth her hair back. The gentleness of his touch was in marked contrast to Master Rory’s rough movements as he moved her around until her position met his approval.

“I won’t take your sass in this classroom, girl.” Master Rory leaned over her back so she could feel his erection between her ass cheeks. He felt so good. She moaned low in her throat, wishing he would take her. “Five lashes with the cane ought to curb your wicked tongue.”

“Why don’t you—”

The first strike came down on her butt. It was a line of fire that really hurt! “What are you doing?”

“Do you need mercy, lass?” Master Liam asked in a low voice.

“No!” She struggled against his hold. The fact that he held her tighter, kept her from moving more than an inch sent shivers of fear and arousal through her. He could hurt her—they could hurt her—but she had to trust them. They weren’t like…him.

Master Rory picked that moment to lay four more blistering lines across her ass. The pain drove all thoughts from her mind. Her ass stung, throbbed, and burned. That ache merged with the need to fuck and be fucked, making her restless and wanting more.

With a soft laugh, Master Liam leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Fight all you want. You’re not going anywhere until Master Rory does his experiment.”

God, he was so fucking hot.

Arching her back, she then spread her legs farther apart, no doubt giving Master Rory a nice view of her pussy. “Get on with it already.”

Master Rory slid his fingers along her sex, his pleased murmur sparking her nerves. It was hard to fight him when he was touching her like this. Master Liam kept his firm hold on her. The knowledge that she couldn’t get away flipped every switch inside her. She was on fire with passion as Master Rory continued to pet her pussy through those scandalous panties.

Master Rory made a low, delicious groan before he said, “You don’t get to tell us what to do, Rhiannon. When you gave up control, you also gave up the right to call the shots. Right now, this is our pussy, our arse, and we will do whatever we want to it.”

He moved behind her, and a moment later, his soft, wet tongue traced one of the burning lines on her bottom, sending a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain through her. She tried to think of some bratty comment or a way to please them with her naughty behavior, but the sensation of his mouth on her skin had her arching into his touch with a needy little groan.

Master Liam kept his secure grip on her wrists, pinning her to the table, but he swept her hair back so he could see her face. “There’s a good girl.”

Her eyelids fluttered shut as the joy from his compliment raced through her like a shot of good whiskey. This is all she ever wanted. To be someone’s good girl.

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