Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Super Book Blast: More Than Passion by JoMarie DeGioia Excerpt & Giveaway

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. JoMarie will be awarding winner's choice of an eBook from Lachesis Publishing to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter at the end of this post.

Please note: This book is available for FREE everywhere it's sold -- buy links are at the bottom of this post, so grab yourself a copy!

Geoffrey Kane, Earl of Kanewood refuses to feel anything more than passion. Four years ago, his fiancĂ©e betrayed him and he has no desire to experience that again so when he meets the beautiful Rebecca Kingsley, it’s passion at first sight. And only passion.

Rebecca has led a very quiet life working for her father at a small country inn. When she meets Geoffrey she falls in love with him right away. But she’s only the daughter of a baronet and men like Geoffrey never marry country girls like her. Do they?

When Rebecca’s father tries to marry her off to a wealthy old man, Geoffrey intervenes and marries her himself. He wants her very much but he couldn’t possibly love her. Love is for fools. At least that’s what he tells himself. But a sinister enemy soon threatens to destroy all that Geoffrey holds dear, forcing him to face the truth. His marriage depends on it . . . And maybe even Rebecca’s very life.

Now enjoy an excerpt:

The Raven’s Inn was surprisingly elegant. The brick structure was trimmed with dark green, its long windows sparkling in the late afternoon sun. Rebecca Kingsley was straightening the beautifully-appointed parlor of the inn. Her father, Thomas, insisted that all the rooms look fine. His father had been a baronet, but all that was left of the family fortune, as it were, was the inn. As a younger man, he’d traveled in the social circles of the ton and claimed to know what the gentry and lesser folk alike looked for in food and lodging. Many travelers stopped at the inn, and they expected service and accommodations as fine as any in London, or so Rebecca’s father insisted.

At twenty years old, Rebecca had been working at the inn all of her life. Her mother died when Rebecca was just two, leaving no real memories. Thomas refused to speak of her and Rebecca had long since given up asking. The only thing he’d say was that she took after her mother in looks. This he always said in a gruff, affectionate manner that never failed to surprise her. She supposed she inherited her fair skin from her mother, that and her thick raven-black hair. She could never see anything of herself in Thomas.

He never really gave her much notice. She worked as hard as the servants at the inn, keeping her own room as well as half of the rest abovestairs. Mary, the chambermaid, took care of the other rooms as well as seeing to the guests’ personal needs. Rebecca served the morning and evening meals in the dining room, as well, along with Emmy. Emmy was funny and kind and a shameless flirt. She never hesitated to share her experiences with Rebecca, who couldn’t help but blush. She listened, though. Closely.

Rebecca was usually free to go about her own business after finishing her chores abovestairs. But this afternoon, she polished the candlesticks and dusted the furniture in the parlor. As usual, she wore her hair plaited in one long braid coiled at the back of her head. Her simple muslin gown was a few seasons old and well-suited to her task. She paused to gaze longingly out the window toward the stables out back. Beyond them, she could see the gently rolling hills over which she so loved to ride. If she didn’t have to see to the parlor today, she’d surely be out riding her black filly.

From her vantage point, Rebecca could see two figures walking out of the stable’s wide doors. One man was slight of stature and fell in step behind the other. The man in the lead was tall with broad shoulders and dressed in a brown coat and tan breeches. He walked with a long, easy stride. Sun glinted off hair she fancied the color of honey. He had a strong profile, and Rebecca couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. What color were his eyes?

“Fool,” she chided herself. She turned back to her work, flicking her dusting cloth in frustration.

I write Historical Romances with a touch of mystery and Contemporary Romances with a touch of home. I'm also working on a Young Adult Dystopian Fantasy/Adventure series and a hot Contemporary New Adult Romance.

I'm a member of Romance Writers of America, Space Coast Authors of Romance and From the Heart Romance Writers.





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Blog Tour: Kairos by K. J. Coakley Excerpt & Giveaway

What if the enticing man who has just seized your every sense enlightens you to realms beyond our dimension? Can that spark of love withstand a war to protect mankind? Kairos: An Enmortals Series Novel by K. J. Coakley is the spellbinding novel that reveals that the deepest love need not be confined to the trappings of one world.

The first in a series of paranormal romances, Kairos swirls in mankind, magic, and mythology as it chronicles the first blush of yearning between Sulwen Macgregor, a shy and sheltered college senior, and Logan Thatcher, a mesmerizing former playboy with arresting good looks, an offbeat sense of humor, and an ironclad moral code. When the two meet, Sulwen has no inkling that she soon will embark on an odyssey that not only exposes Logan as other than mortal, but uncovers astonishing aspects of her own being as well.

As Logan saves Sulwen from fast-approaching peril, the two must discover if their love is truly without bounds and strong enough to fend off adversaries far more craven than they ever could fathom. With wild imagination, otherworldly passion, and heart-pumping action, Kairos goes where no human being has dared, all in the name of love.


I stand up and take his hand. He leads us into a remote corner on the dance floor. The DJ has been switching it up between techno and remixed pop, but I don’t mind. It has a good beat, and I can feel my muscles warming up as I start to work my body with the rhythm. I raise my arms and place them around his neck and scoot closer to him. My body is rubbing against his with blatant carnality. I can play this game too, as long as I don’t have to speak. My body is drawn to his, so it’s no effort to let my wanton moves carry me away with the song.
“Logan. The name’s Logan Thatcher. No more disadvantages. We’re on a level playing field, and I must say I’m enjoying the game immensely.”
I turn my back to him and swing my arms back over his head and secure my fingers behind his neck. He hisses between his teeth as my ass bumps his groin. I purposely do it again and nudge his slightly erect penis with the cleft of my ass. A current tingles through my body at the contact.
I close my eyes and sink into an erotic dance. My body slithers over his like a snake up a tree. I can’t stand any distance between us. I want to touch him, feel his hard muscles beneath his velvety skin, and bask in his growing erection as I brazenly press myself against him. His breathing has picked up, and he begins to run his hands up the sides of my thighs and under the hem of my dress. He goes no farther but teases my senses with feather-light touches, and then he runs a hand up the back of my thigh and squeezes my ass…hard. I gasp in surprise, but the move only heightens my desire.
“You’re playing with fire, brave one. I may not be an animal, but I’m still a man, and you are provoking a hunger so strong it’s all I can do to keep from driving myself deep within you,” he growls in my ear. His warm breath on my skin sends an electric jolt down my neck and across my belly. My womb clenches as moisture gathers between my legs. His hand is now massaging my bottom, while his other one climbs up my stomach and skims across my breasts, brushing up against my hard nipples, and pulling a strangled gasp from my lips.
“Logan. What are you doing to me?” I say breathlessly. I’m shocked by my voice. It sounds so husky and leaden with lust. He places both hands on my hips and pulls me into his fully erect cock. He’s thick, hard, and ready for what I would willingly give.
Blunt teeth graze my neck where it meets my shoulder and work their way back up, nibbling on my sensitive flesh. Masculine hands press into my hips, working down my belly to the apex of my thighs. I inhale sharply at the contact and tremble in his arms. A throaty chuckle next to my ear melts any defenses I have left.
His warm breath is doing amazing things to the delicate shell of my ear. Hot and moist, his tongue slowly licks up the skin behind my ear and then slowly works back down. A hard shudder works through me as the burn building between my legs mounts to a frustrating peak. I need release, and I want it now.
His right hand trails a path under my skirt and up around my behind. At the first contact, I nearly jump from his arms, but he has me held securely against his rock-hard body. My back is to him, his arm like a vice around my waist, while the other works its way into my panties.
My eyes are closed to everything around me. The darkness alludes to a false sense of privacy. I can’t hear anything but his breathing. I can’t feel anything but the rocking motion of my hips as my body strains for contact with his. I feel a sharp tug, and my panties fall...

Kairos Playlist
Nine Inch Nails: Closer
Avenged Sevenfold: Afterlife
Avenged Sevenfold: Fiction
Florence + The Machine: No Light, No Light
Florence + The Machine: Seven Devils
Volbeat: Counting
Alanis Morissette: Uninvited
A Perfect Circle: Imagine
Apocalyptica: Nothing Else Matters
Fossil Collective: Let It Go
Devour The Day: Good Man
Avicii: Wake Me Up
Shinedown: Call Me
Stone Sour: Made Of Scars

Sulwen: Emma Roberts

Logan: Chris Hemsworth


Author K. J. Coakley lives a life where she plays many roles…as most women do when they are a wife, mother, and caretaker of two rowdy dogs. But when she’s not working her nine to five gig, or spending time with her family, she can be found glued to her laptop where she loves to create worlds with sexy alpha males and brazen heroines. She is also an avid fan of heavy metal and rock music, and regularly attends music festivals.

Coakley received an Associate degree in Business Administration from Walters State Community College, and a Bachelor of Business Management degree from East Tennessee State University. Her debut novel Kairos is the inaugural installment of a new paranormal romance series.


Upcoming Book Signings:
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Charlotte, NC
Aug. 6-10th

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Book Tour: Ophelia's Lessons by Esmae Browder Interview & Giveaway

Sweet, innocent Ophelia--she wants nothing more than to marry Hamlet Elsinore. But what does a simple virgin know about pleasing a man like the sophisticated and charming Hamlet? Not a whole lot, but when her seductive roommate, Portia, learns of Ophelia’s interest, she gets Horatio to “teach” the innocent girl everything she’ll need to know to seduce his best friend, Hamlet.

Set in modern day, this prequel to Hamlet is steamy enough to have even the Bard blushing! Enjoy this first book of Literotica in the Naughty Shakespeare series.

Thanks for having me on your blog today! I love reaching new readers about my Naughty Shakespeare series and the book Ophelia’s Lessons. This was a fun interview!--Esmae Browder

  1. Where did you get the idea for the novel?

Well, I’m sort of in love with William Shakespeare. Have you heard of him? Old guy? Lived about 400 years ago? Had a thing for iambic pentameter? Anyway, as a writer, I can’t help but admire his turn of phrase. My only hang up with Will is that he doesn’t write the strongest, most developed female characters. The idea for the Naughty Shakespeare series came to me when I started thinking about that. Specifically for Ophelia’s Lessons, I started to wonder about Ophelia’s back story. In the play Hamlet, she’s a good girl who is bossed around by her father, her brother, and then totally dumped on by Hamlet. But who was she really? What if she wasn’t as innocent as we were all led to believe? Viola! Ophelia’s Lessons was born!

  1. Your title. Who came up with it? Did you ever change your title?
I came up with the title. It just sort of fit the story line--young Ophelia is taught sexual lessons on how to capture Hamlet’s attention with the help of her roommate Portia and Hamlet’s best friend, Horatio. I think titles are important. They should not give everything away, but yet should offer a clue as to what the story is about.

  1. Why did you pick this genre? What do you like about it?
I’ve actually written in the genres of romance, urban fantasy, YA, and even middle grade. I do have a pen name that I go under which helps me with genre writing. I love erotic fiction because it’s a challenge to write great sex scenes, but also keep a story line that keeps the erotic fiction fan interested. I’m always up for a challenge!

  1. Since becoming a writer, what’s the most exciting thing to ever happen to you?
Having people buy my books is pretty exciting! But I loved the moment when I held my first published book in my hands. It was like finally seeing your baby without all the disgusting after birth and goo on it. This was the clean product, the one that everyone wants! The Naughty Shakespeare series is currently only available as in ebook so I didn’t get quite the same experience. But that’s okay! It’s still exciting!

  1. What book are you currently reading or what was the last book you read?
The last book I read was Something Blue by Emily Giffen. I really enjoyed the way she took a spoiled, selfish, somewhat unlikeable character and made me root for her.

  1. What is your writing process?
I hate that question, because I never have a great answer. My writing process changes as the story style changes. Sometimes I outline, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I edit as I go along, and sometimes I just write hard and fast. With Ophelia’s Lessons, I had a clear picture and thanks to Shakespeare, a working knowledge of where the story would end--though Ophelia’s Lessons is a modern day prequel.

  1. At a book signing, do you just sign your name or do you write a note? How do you come up with stuff to say?
Typically, I just sign my name. If it’s a book giveaway or someone I know, I try to write a note in the book to make it even more personal. I never know what to say, and I’m the absolute queen of messing up my signature. I even spell my own name wrong sometimes! Still, book signings are so much fun! 
  1. What is something people would be surprised to know about you?
I have a true fear of wooden spoons. The texture of them freaks me out. Please do not send wooden spoons as presents.

  1. How do you react to a bad review?
I pout. I admit it. I’m human. However, if the review is bad, but the criticism constructive, then I pay attention. Maybe this reviewer has a point! On the other hand, if the review is just negative about how much they hate the book, but don’t tell me why they hate it, I kind of ignore it. It is what it is and you can’t please everyone.

  1. How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?
With vodka. And champagne. And then a really bad hangover the next day. Still, it was one of the best reasons to have a bad hangover. I kind of do the same thing anytime I sell a book--whether it’s through a traditional publisher or as an indie writer.

Thanks again for having me! Just to let all you readers know, from July 23-26 I will be attending the Romance Writers of America 2014 Conference. For those days, all the stories in the Naughty Shakespeare series will be free at Amazon.

“There’s a difference between flirting and sex.”

“Are you sure?” Horatio moved to her, his gaze intense, as he tucked a stray ringlet of her dark hair behind her ear. “Why don’t we find out?”


“Portia, you can go now.” He cut off her protests, but never took his eyes off Ophelia. “Come back in a few hours.”

“Have fun!” Portia winked at Ophelia. “You look fabulous.”

The click of the door behind her best friend caused Ophelia jump.

Could she do this? Should she do this? It was one thing to want to learn the art of sex to please the man you loved--even if he didn’t really see her like that yet--but another altogether to be seduced by his best friend.

And could she even claim seduction? After all, she was a willing party. She’d gone along with Portia’s plan without much thought.

Anything that would make her better for Hamlet.

“I didn’t know it would be you.” Ophelia swallowed hard. “I assumed it would one of Portia’s ex-lovers.”

“And who’s to say I’m not one of those?” Horatio laughed lightly. “Would you like a drink?”

He gestured to the champagne Portia had prepared for them, and without waiting for her answer, went to it. He popped the cork with expertise, filled their glasses and handed one to her.

“To you, Ophelia,” he said, raising his glass. “To the woman you are about to unleash.”

She drank deeply, letting the bubbles tickle her throat, letting the warmth of it relax her.

“Come here.” Horatio took her hand and led her to the mirror. “I want to show you something.”

He twirled her so she could see herself in the wide mirror on the wall above the couch.

“You are gorgeous.” Horatio stood behind her, barely pressing against her back. He sipped from his champagne glass. “Have you ever really looked at yourself?”

“No,” she whispered and to avoid doing so any longer, Ophelia drained the rest of her glass of champagne. “It’s not right to think about yourself like that. Very vain.”

“Who told you that?”

“My father, maybe my brother.”

“They were fools, afraid of the power you represent as a woman.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have everything a man wants.” His voice rumbled as he wrapped an arm around her and placed his hand over her heart. “We want this.”

She could feel him pressed harder against her, could feel his breath tickle her neck.

“And we want this.” He moved his hand to rest on her crotch. “Your heart and your desire. That’s what we want. Fathers and brothers don’t like seeing it in their sisters and daughters. It reminds them of the sexual animal inside all men.”

He dropped his hand, but didn’t move away from her. For a long moment, their eyes met in the mirror. Then Horatio stepped back just far enough to put down his glass of champagne.

He placed both hands on her shoulders.

“Let’s begin.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Esmae Browder is an ex-Catholic school girl from New Orleans who loves vodka tonics and romance. Combining her love of literature with a flair for erotic fiction, she has created a unique series which includes prequels and retellings of some of the Bard’s most famous works. Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, The Taming of the Shrew--nothing is sacred in Esmae’s Literotica world. You may know your Shakespeare, but you haven’t heard the whole erotic story! An avid blogger at All Things Writing, you can learn more about Esmae there or stop by her website:

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Twitter @esmaebrowder

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Esmae will be awarding the first three ebooks in the series: Ophelia's Lessons, Ravishing Rosaline, and The Taming of the Prude to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.  The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: 
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Monday, July 21, 2014

Book Tour: The Boy by Madhuri Blaylock Interview & Giveaway

“Every now and again an excellent novel will come forth dealing with fantasy and magic that will just grab and hold my attention from beginning to end. That is exactly what THE GIRL did.” -- OOSA Online Book Club

In THE GIRL, Madhuri Blaylock introduced readers to the world of The Sanctum, one corrupted by greed and savagery and hellbent on achieving a single goal: destroying the prophesied hybrid. When one of its most celebrated warriors questioned his allegiances, age-old secrets were unveiled and violence erupted. The journey becomes more perilous and intense as the trilogy surges forward with


Can you cross the plains of death, collect every piece of your soul and make it back to the land of the living?

And if you complete the journey, will your loved ones welcome your return?

The Ramyan have been answering such questions since the creation of The Sanctum. A mysterious sect of Magicals, haunting the blank spaces of time and memory, they serve no one but themselves and their higher purpose. They exist on a plane removed from earthly matters, shifting easily between the living and the dead, moving in time to the beat of their own drummer.

At least they did. Dev and Wyatt change all of that when the prophesied hybrid lands on the steps of Rinshun Palace, seeking help for the wounded Class A Warrior. That decision alters lives and sets old agendas back on course. But at what cost to Dev and Wyatt? And does that really even matter?

“The characters in Madhuri Blaylock's novel...are well written and unique, and the story is just fantastic...I just loved every page of the story!” - Readers' Favorite

Where did you get the idea for the novel?
A combination of what I had been reading - a lot of fantasy and paranormal fiction - and a little inspiration ala Laini Taylor.

I love the paranormal/fantasy genre but found myself getting quite frustrated with the female characters. They possessed amazing powers and were many times expected to save the world, but consistently lacked self-awareness. Frustratingly, these same badass girls often had to learn of their capabilities from someone else, that someone else most often being a boy.

Add that to reading Laini Taylor and just being so moved by how beautiful her books are, the way she uses language and creates these moving pieces of work, and you have my inspiration for Dev, a girl who knows quite a lot about herself, at least when it comes to her capabilities.

Wyatt and The Sanctum came next, and the rest is history.

Regarding the idea for the novels - those came straight out of my crazy, little head.

Your title. Who came up with it? Did you ever change your title?
The titles for both the trilogy and each book are all me.

The names for the individual books never changed, but the trilogy name did. When I first started putting my ideas down on paper, creating my world and developing my characters, the trilogy was called The Code of Ten, which sounds really good, but is very limiting in nature. The Code of Ten contains the guilding principles of The Sanctum and I felt very constrained when it was my trilogy title. As soon as I changed it to The Sanctum, I felt so liberated.

Why did you pick this genre? What do you like about it?
I love the fantasy/paranormal genre because there are no boundaries. So long as you fully develop your worlds and your characters, I think anything goes. And being a girl with a boundless imagination, it just seemed like the perfect fit.

Since becoming a writer, what’s the most exciting thing to ever happen to you?
It’s a tie between the five star reviews for THE GIRL or THE BOY and being contacted by fans of either book. Both are such a thrill.

What book are you currently reading or what was the last book you read?
I’m currently reading Jade by Rose Montgomery. Jade is a little bit shifter, fae, witch, vamp and a whole lot of mysterious. She’s very witty, the story is so unique and against my better judgment (because I have so much work to do on my blog tour and book III), I’ve been totally sucked into Jade’s world.

What is your writing process?
I intended to be a good girl and drafted a very detailed outline prior to starting to write THE GIRL. It was an OCD thing of beauty. But when I actually started writing, I found the outline drove me a bit bananas and I deviated from it constantly. So finally I said eff it, tossed it out the window and let my imagination go. It was a freaking brilliant decision.

For books II and III, I didn’t even bother with an outline. I just made sure I knew how I wanted them to start and end and then started writing.

At a book signing, do you just sign your name or do you write a note? How do you come up with stuff to say? 
I try to write a short note, just a few words of thanks for the reader’s support. I would feel like a tool just signing my name. I’m not at “just name” status. Snort!

What is something people would be surprised to know about you?
Horror movies like Friday the Thirteenth and Nightmare on Elm Street terrify me. And I avoided them for years until a slumber party in high school where Nightmare was played. Afterwards, I slept in the same bed with my little sister for at least six months. And to this day, I still know that damn song: One, two, Freddy’s coming for you, three, four, better lock the door, five, six, grab your crucifix, seven, eight, gotta stay up late, nine, ten, never sleep again.

The worst. Total nightmares! I’m probably going to have a nightmare tonight.

How do you react to a bad review?
So badly...haha.

In all seriousness, I try to not let them bother me. And of course, they do because this is my baby and it’s so painful to read when someone really doesn’t like it, but it happens. I just had a girl leave me a bad review because she didn’t like THE BOY enough to read it more than twice, so she decided it wasn’t good.

There’s also the guy who left me a One Star review for THE GIRL, which was absolutely brutal. One star just kills your overall rating and honestly, if I hated a book that much, I just wouldn’t even bother. But he felt it was necessary, so I actually approached him about and he explained that he gave me one star because he felt I didn’t set up and describe my settings thoroughly. Meanwhile, other reviewers have commended me for creating such a detailed and well-thought out world. So really, go figure.

Like they say, you can’t please all of the people all of the time.

How did you celebrate the sale of your first book?
By looking to make my next sale. HOLLA!


The first sense awakened was smell; the first familiar scent was jasmine. It was not overpowering, as it tended to be at times, but rather just a hint in the air, enough to arouse a memory.

Shopping in the market and the vendor giving her a string of flowers for her hair. She wanted to weave them into her braid but there was no time. They were simply wrapped around her neck, a sweet-smelling chain, but not half as pretty as they would have looked in her hair.

The green grass.

Her sight returned next and she thrilled at the vision before her, the tall grass of her home, so lush and brilliant. So soft to her touch which followed and soon she could feel her body returning to itself, feel the ground below her and hear the life around her.


The water of the channels, lazily rolling along, the birds calling to one another in an endless conversation of nonsense and the branches of trees, swaying in the wind, scratching against each other.

And finally taste.



She wiped her mouth and the back of her hand came away red.


She sat up and spit. Bright red against the brown of the dirt. She didn't care. The blood was insignificant; the boy was of much more importance.

The fact that Dev could sit up at all was amazing, a testament to her minute learning curve. Only her second time toying with portal travel and she had no broken bones, not even a scratch she realized as she studied her arms and legs. She stood up slowly, her legs feeling a bit shaky, and wobbled around like a newly-birthed colt. She stretched her arms above her head and shook them out, needing to get the blood flowing through her limbs properly. All the while, she scanned the area for his dark hair, his fair skin.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Madhuri is a Jersey City Heights girl via Snellville, Georgia, who writes paranormal fiction and is slightly infatuated with tattoos, four-inch heels, ice cream, Matt Damon, scotch, Doc Martens, Laini Taylor, photo booths and dancing like a fool.

She's currently working on The Sanctum trilogy and hopes one day soon, everyone is walking around with copies of The Girl and The Boy in their pocket or on their Kindle.

She wants to get a goat and a burro, but since she lives in the city, will settle for some chickens.

To learn more about her, you can follow her blog at  , follow her on Twitter at @madhuriblaylock or like her on Facebook at ...

She's totally chatty so drop her a line any time.
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