Friday, 31 January 2014

June Gray...Disarm Giveaway!

It is my absolute pleasure today to welcome amazing romance author June Gray! You all know June as the author of the sexy erotic romance Disarm. This was one of my top reads this past year, and if you haven't discovered this wonderful contemporary yet, you need to do so right away. Originally indie-published, it has now been picked up by Berkley.

June is celebrating the print release of Disarm, and has graciously offered to do a giveaway here.
Welcome, June, and congrats on your huge success!

For the first time in print—June Gray's bestselling erotic romance DISARM.

When the secrets of the past begin to surface, the truth can be disarming… Twenty-six-year-old Elsie Sherman has had a crush on her brother’s best friend, Henry Logan, since she was twelve years old.
Unfortunately, Henry —now an Air Force officer— has only ever treated her like a younger sister, stepping into her brother’s shoes after he was killed in action. 

That is, until the night when one dance ignites a sensual fire between the two, leaving Elsie aroused and confused. Is she allowed to lust after her surrogate big brother, who also happens to be her roommate? As the passion between them crosses the line into a territory that teases with the forbidden, Elsie decides to give herself to the man she has always desired. But Elsie is not prepared for where the relationship will take her.

Henry has been harboring two secrets. One can bring them closer together. The other will tear them apart. Now, with each startling new revelation, Elsie realizes that only she can decide if the past can ever be forgiven—and if a future with Henry is worth fighting for.

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To celebrate the February 4 release of the DISARM, I will be giving away one signed copy of the book plus a set of Henry Logan's dog tags. All you have to do is comment here and tell us why you'd love a copy.


Thursday, 23 January 2014

Ruby Fielding...Hunted!

We like shifters here don't we?
Well, in that spirit, I'm so pleased to welcome author Ruby Fielding. Ruby has a wonderful new paranormal called Hunted, and she's here to answer a few questions about this hot release and the paranormal world!

Interview with Ruby Fielding


Ruby Fielding is a widely-published author in multiple genres. She has worked with multinational publishers and indies, big movie companies and art-house independents, and regularly writes for national newspapers. Her most recent paranormal romance is Hunted, part of the Shifters’ World series.


Why paranormal romance? What’s so hot about werewolves, vampires and ghosts?

I love that extra frisson of danger and risk: if a story doesn’t have that, then it’s just a romance. This is fine – I’m a sucker for a good romance – but I want my paranormal romances to get under my skin. There should be thrills, risks: genuine tension that heightens the romance, and makes any happy ever after hard-earned.


Writing about tension and fear is very similar to writing about passion: if it’s done well the author uses all the senses and never misses an opportunity to cast that spell. Put the two together and it really is magical: setting danger against desire heightens everything.


It’s an animal thing, too. It’s about those raw, intense passions and needs. You don’t get much more alpha-male than a shifter hero, a man who can just sweep you off your feet and possess you. As a writer it lets me explore intense attraction and giving yourself up to desire. It’s fascinating, and damn me, but it’s hot.


Romance or erotica?

I love both. I love the immediate gratification and focus of erotica; I love the storytelling and the irresistible build of romance. But I don’t really get romance that shies away from, well, the big climaxes, shall we say?


Girl meets wereboy. They fall in love and face any obstacles to that love together. They don’t then just hold hands and gaze into each other’s eyes. Not in my books anyway, and not in the books I like to read. My characters are adult and they do a lot more than just holding hands. And shifter fiction highlights this: all those animal urges can make it so much more intense.


What do your friends and family think of your writing?

Mostly they’re very proud and supportive. They know how tough it can be to actually support yourself as a writer. They’re also intrigued. I write all kinds of things, under a variety of pen-names and much of my work involves ghost-writing books for mostly minor celebrities, all covered by non-disclosure agreements. It pays the bills and it sure does give me lots of material. But I do stick by those non-disclosure agreements so my friends and family don’t know what I spend most of my time actually writing. They probably think I write that Fifty Shades stuff or something...


When you're not writing, what do you like to do?

Watching movies – anything from horror to the lightest of chick flicks; there are very few films that are so bad I can’t watch them. I like long walks in the wilds – I love the White Mountains. And people-watching, which I find endlessly fascinating (it’s only stalking if you follow them home).


You’re widely traveled and you’ve lived in lots of different places. Why the wanderlust and will you ever settle?

I guess I’ll have to stop at some point, but ever since I went freelance a few years ago a big part of that was the freedom to up sticks and move around. The wanderlust was a sudden thing, in my mid-twenties. Up until then I’d read lots of travel books, and my friends had all had their exotic gap years but somehow I’d never thought it was me. Then I realized opportunities were passing me by and it was about time I seized them. So I moved to Kerala and wrote until my savings ran dry, and just took it from there. Lots of adventures, and no regrets.


Tell us about your latest release.

Hunted: a Shifters' World novella is my new book. It started off as a short story (published as Lone Wolf). The setting and the characters took a powerful hold on my imagination and pretty soon I’d written three more stories in the series. Rather than just collect the four stories together, I rewrote them into a single narrative, Hunted. It was important for me to do this extra work, as it gave me the opportunity to tighten the writing and expand on some parts, and to remove the inevitable repetition you need as each separate story reintroduces the world and characters.


Here’s the cover description:


Should she struggle to survive alone or give in to desire and risk the - perhaps deadly - company of others?


In a world where plague has swept civilization away like leaves in a storm, where viruses that cause people to shift and change have altered what it is, for most, to be human, a few survivors hold out in a desperate attempt to save the human race. Selene lives alone in the forest, protecting herself from human and shifter alike until one day a stranger turns up: a young man called Skinner, out on a quest to hunt down and destroy any shifter he can find. Torn between desire and fear, Selene must confront her true nature and make some impossible choices if she is to survive this harsh, post-apocalyptic future.


Hunted: a Shifters' World novella - a shapeshifter erotic romance of survival and desire in a deadly future from the co-author of Seduced by Moonlight and The Touch.


How do you make plague and the apocalypse sexy?

Danger and tension get the heart pumping and the adrenaline flowing, just as sex does. Danger reaches something primal in us: if we’re at risk we need to take every opportunity to procreate and so risk and sex always go hand in hand. The post-apocalyptic setting of the Shifters’ World series is all about survival, and that pokes those primal instincts until it gets a response.


In this setting, viruses can turn humans into shifters, and these viruses are passed on in bodily fluids. So a shifter’s bite will infect its victim, but so too will sex. Shapeshifting as a sexually-transmitted disease? I hadn’t really seen it that way until I started writing, but it makes perfect sense within the story; what’s more the best way for an STD to spread is if it encourages risky behavior – yes, this is Shapeshifting as an STD that also acts as an aphrodisiac!


Do you have a favorite character or characters you feel especially close to?

Selene in Hunted fascinates me. She’s packed full of determination and spirit, surviving on her own in the wilds, but also she’s lost: her memories are vague; just as she gets insight into her past that memory is snatched away. So frustrating for her! And she’s clearly special: not only a survivor, but someone who has a past, and someone who is different now. I’m looking forward to taking her story further in the future.


Do you have an excerpt from Hunted you would like to share?

The cage was not high enough for her to stand, so she sat in the middle, her knees drawn up to her chin, as if huddling into a fetal ball might somehow protect her.

At first there was no sign of them, but eventually they came. As the shadows grew longer and the sun fell below the tops of the trees, they came.

First, a man. Naked, his body scrawny and white, almost luminously so in the growing twilight. Dark hair matted his chest, and the silvered hair on his head was long and his beard thick and unkempt.

He came to stand by the bars of her cage, making no attempt to cover himself so that inevitably her eyes were drawn to that thick knot of hair at his crotch and the semi-hard shaft of his manhood.

“Please...” she said softly, eyeing the cage’s bars warily. “Please don’t...”

She started to rock back and forth and all the time the man just stood there, studying her.

So close, his scent was almost overpowering, an intense, sweaty musk. An animal scent, one that reached deep inside her and started to wake something primal.

“No, please don’t.” She shut her eyes tight, fighting the thing, the beast within.

After a long silence, she hoped that he had retreated. When she opened her eyes she saw a beast, fully in wolf-form, charging towards her, and then throwing itself at the cage. The impact was like an explosion. The bars clanged and groaned, and for a moment she thought the cage was going to topple over or collapse under the onslaught, and then the beast fell back with a yowl of frustration.

After another long pause, the thing rose to all fours and snarled, shook itself and then trotted up to the bars, sniffing.

“Go, please,” she whispered, but the thing stayed there, following the perimeter of the cage, sniffing all the way round as if it might find a weakness.

That was when she felt that shifting again, and a painful clicking of her spine as her body tried to settle into a new form.

“No. Please, no.”

She had to fight it. Had to resist.

Had to deny that beast within when with every breath she could smell the shifter circling her cage, and the distinct scents of others, not too far away now.

“I am human. I am Selene.”

Another shifting, an easing. I am Selene.


Ruby Fielding is a British author, currently living in the heart of a New England forest. She travels widely, and has lived in England, Scotland, the US, France, India and Australia. Wherever she happens to be living, you're likely to find her at the nearest wifi hot spot with her laptop and a large mug of coffee.

She writes mainly paranormal erotica and romance, sometimes in collaboration with her old friend Polly J Adams; their joint stories are published separately and collected together into the single volume, Seduced by Moonlight.


All the latest news on Ruby's writing and publishing can be found on her website and on her Amazon author page; also, why not join her mailing list, or hook up with her on Facebook?


Hunted: a Shifters' World novella is currently available from:


Tuesday, 14 January 2014

And a tiger is released!

Thank you all for the excitement surrounding the release of my latest book, Predator's Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3!

I had a wonderful day yesterday, and appreciated all the kind comments that came my way. I'm so happy everyone is eager to read Anton's and Marci's story!

So where can you find it? Well, right now, it's in a few places, and will be in a few more as the days go on.

Liquid Silver Books- did you know that when you buy directly from the publisher's site, more royalties make it to the author? Consider purchasing from the publisher to help your fave author.
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Amazon UK:

Thanks to everyone!

Friday, 10 January 2014

Predator's Refuge Teaser!

Well, my peeps. The big day is Monday, Jan. 13! That's the day Predator's Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3, finally sees the light of day. Have you caught up on the rest of the series yet?

I thought I'd provide you with a little teaser to get you ready for Monday's release. Have you met my tiger shifter Anton?


Marci’s head was on her desk and her arms were splayed out in front of her. One hand still clutched a pen. Next to her were two empty bags of chocolate candy with labels saying “Maltesers.” Also decorating the blotter were several empty coffee cups. Her head rested on several sheets of paper, and there was pen ink on her cheek from where she’d rubbed her face.

Her body had obviously submitted to the rest it needed, and he’d never seen anyone in such a deep sleep.

He frowned and his tiger issued a warning growl. Neither of them liked the fact Marci was working herself to the bone over this travesty. She needed to sleep. She needed to eat. But right now, she really needed to sleep, and not at a wooden desk.

“Marci,” he said, touching her rolled-up sleeve. “Kitten, wake up.”

She mumbled something unclear. And then she made bubbles. Anton smiled as an unfamiliar feeling cut through his core. He grabbed a tissue from her desk and gave her lips a gentle swipe.

His tiger inspired his cock to launch an assault in his pants. Both animal and dick seemed to like her lips a lot. Of course, he’d tasted them and couldn’t forget their allure. Staring at her, reeling from the force of an attraction that hit him like a gale-force wind, he brought the wet tissue to his nose and inhaled. He had to squeeze his eyes shut against the power of her scent on him. He tossed the tissue away, launching it into the nearby trash can, and exhaled deeply a few times to rid himself of her delicious perfume.

It was no good. Every time he was in her presence, it clung to him like paprika on a piece of moist meat.

Shaking his head, steeling himself, he walked around to her side of the desk and pulled out her chair. As he did, he slid his arms under her limp body and picked her up. Her head rolled back against his shoulder, and he gripped the underside of her womanly thighs. Even though she had sensible dress pants on, he could feel her heat and struggled against the lure of her skin.

He realized in that moment he’d do a lot to be able to see more of her skin.

Ignoring the now-frantic pacing of his tiger, he deposited Marci on the leather couch in the office. She stretched out her long legs, very much as a cat would, and threw her arms up over her head. As she did, her blouse came untucked and rode up her belly.

Its magnetic force almost made Anton fall over. The skin there was soft and pale, as if it had never seen the light of day. He stared at the exposed skin and took a few steps back so he wouldn’t touch her.
Father in Heaven, forgive me. I want to touch her.

Now don't forget, right now you can preorder Predator's Refuge at Liquid Silver Books at:

Otherwise, the book will be available at all outlets on Monday. Be aware, sometimes B&N takes a little longer to upload new material, but Liquid Silver offers all formats.

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Laurel Cremant...Midnight Mistletoe and Wynter's Fall!

Hello my friends. What a thrill it is for me to welcome Laurel Cremant today! Laurel has not one, but two sexy new books to tell us about. And after you spy the gorgeous covers and read the hot blurbs, I know you'll be adding them to your TBR list.

Welcome Laurel!


(The Golden Pack Alphas, Book I) 

AUTHOR: Laurel Cremant
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
LENGTH: Short Story
PUBLISHER: Winged Moon Publishing

WARNING: This short novelette/short story of 8,000 words is the first book in this serial and contains snarky dialogue, extremely inappropriate uses of mistletoe, alpha HEROINES and the weres smart enough to chase them. 

All were-hybrid, Georgia Walker wants for Christmas is to spend some time away from her pack and in particular, away from one increasingly dangerous enforcer turned Beta. She has every intention of spending her days basking in the warm Caribbean sun and indulging in an island fling, or two. Anything to forget the way a certain were made her pulse race and skin tingle. 

Marcus Legrand has only one goal this holiday season, bring Georgia home and finally claim her for his own. Convincing the strong willed ice princess will take all of his skill and patience, but Marcus is no stranger to hunting prey. He has every intention of putting both his rank and heart on the line.


Taking a deep breath, she reached her arms overhead, arched her back and inhaled the balmy salted air.

She could almost hear her muscles sigh, but despite the relaxation attempting to spread through her limbs, her body tingled with a tension she knew settled too deep.

Her heat cycle was starting, and there was nothing she could do to relieve the discomfort.

Well almost nothing.

Dropping her hands back down to her sides, she swept her gaze across the small beach. It wasn’t crowded but had a fair number of sunbathers and Zen cravers. And most importantly it had men looking for the same thing she was—a little fun, forgetfulness and zero strings.

Although heat pooled to her center, her stomach rolled in apprehension.

In the past she’d had no problems with finding a willing male to sleep with when she was in heat. She enjoyed sex, and although each year her parents hoped she would chose a permanent mate, no man in or outside of her pack inspired much feeling or devotion. At least not enough for her to be shackled to for life.

But last year, because of The-Wolf-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, no one appealed to her.

Instead of rolling around for several hours with a well-endowed chosen playmate, she’d remained locked in her home for days with her vibrator and a healthy supply of batteries.

She had no intentions of repeating the experience. This week, she planned on proving to both her body and wolf, that Marcus wasn’t the only man capable of making her hot.

Her gaze combed the area, looking for a good candidate.

One particular man caught her eye.

He’d been swimming for the last hour, his caramel arms cutting through the water in languid strokes. But now he rose out of the surf resembling a naughty sea nymph, his strong legs leading up to deep blue board shorts. Dry, she guessed the swimming trunks were perfectly modest—but wet they molded to his thick muscled thighs and cupped his cock in a way that left very little to the imagination. And since Georgia’s imagination was better than the average wolf’s she bit back a groan and clenched her thighs tight.


Pushing her sunglasses up to her hair, she licked her lips as her gaze traced the diamond bright droplets of water running down his hard chest. They sluiced down his body, aided by the tight ridges of muscles along his abdomen, tunneling down to what looked like one hell of a stocking stuffer.

Merry Christmas to me.

Yes, an island getaway was proving to be the perfect holiday treat.

Her gaze meandered back up his chest and after making a brief note of thick smooth lips and tempting dimples, she made eye contact with her merman come to life.

His eyes gleamed with interest and her lips turned up in her best come-hither smile. He took a step forward and then froze, his gaze focusing on something just over her left shoulder. Shaking his head he turned and continued walking down the beach.

What the hell!

She frowned at his retreating back. Admittedly she was no super model but, she’d never had a problem with luring men her way.

A long shadow fell over her and it was her turn to freeze. Despite blocking out the sun, a heated scorch rippled down her body as the approaching shadow crept down her body. Her nipples pebbled to thick points, her pussy clenched and a slow growl worked its way up her throat.

Only one thing made her body react this way and she’d deliberately left it back in Golden Valley.

“Hello Gigi. Miss me?”



AUTHOR: Laurel Cremant
GENRE: Modern Fairy Tale Romance
LENGTH: Novella
PUBLISHER: Winged Moon Publishing
An unsuspecting mortal, A Keeper of Dreams, And a group of Gods intent on reclaiming powers they no longer deserve... 

Melania Wynter has a big problem, the man of her actual dreams is becoming all too real. Determined to gain back some control over her life, she hopes that a a little vacation will be enough for her psyche to stop comparing her real life to the vivid dreams she's had since childhood. But one patch of ice, a solid pine tree and a nasty bump on the head derail her plans. 

Daiomone, Keeper of Dreams has always been drawn to Melania. He's bided his time, waiting for her to cross-over to his realm, but manipulative God's have interfered in unexpected ways. With a helping hand from fate, he must go to Melania and keep her safe. 

Together they must navigate the wilderness and survive both the cold and trouble-making Gods.
Melania, you need to snap out of it.
She tensed as Daimone’s voice filled her head again. Reaching up, she touched the throbbing knot on her head and moaned.
It was official. She’d finally gone off the deep end. “This is so not happening.”
His deep chuckle resonated through her mind. “Ignoring me won’t make me go away.
She huddled tighter against her drawn up legs.
“Trust me. I know,” she mumbled.
He was a major contributing factor in her need for rest and relaxation. Her trip had been a last ditch effort before she threw in the proverbial towel and saw a therapist regarding her little problem.
However, now thanks to a stupid patch of ice, her brain was scrambled and her dream man on the loose. Somewhere on WebMD, there must be a section dedicated to her current condition. It would be a perfectly descriptive affliction that fit her every symptom to a “T”.
Ohshititis—hallucinations and hysteria brought on by extreme situations and chronic bad luck.
You need to get moving, love.
Why not just go with it? Considering her circumstances, she was, after all, due for a little hysteria.
“Well, excuse me if I want to take a moment to recover from a death-defying event here.”
The storm is coming closer, love. You have to get moving.
Lifting her head, she peered up into the thick veil of snow falling all around her. She blinked rapidly as a flurry of snowflakes drifted down on her face with, she was sure, a type of maniacal glee.
The clock is ticking, Princess.
“First of all, you are so not the boss of me. You’re not even real. You’re just a figment of my imagination.”
We really don’t have time to discuss this right now.
“Wait, I’m still unconscious, aren’t I?”
She glanced back at her car, partially expecting to see a specter of herself slumped over the wheel.
His long sigh drifted through her mind. She could almost feel his breath tickle the nape of her neck.
Why do you always have to be so stubborn?” he responded.
She scrunched her brow at his words, refusing to be badgered by a figment of her imagination. Considering the state of things, her choices were either unconsciousness, insanity, or worse yet, admitting that she was well and truly screwed.
She opted for unconsciousness.
It must be the only thing that explained the presence of Daimone’s voice in her head. For as long as she could remember, she’d dreamed of him. He’d appeared in her dreams even as a child. In the beginning, he was a child just as she’d been. But as the years passed, he’d aged along with her.
Sometimes, months would pass between his visits, but even when she dreamed of other people and things, she’d felt him watching her in the corner of her mind. He’d been her secret companion, her solace for years.
Her cheeks heated as she thought of how he’d also become other things to her. It began the night she’d returned from her family’s summer vacation at the beach. She’d only been fifteen at the time and missed frolicking in the sun with friends. That night, she’d dreamed of lying on the beach soaking in the sun.
Daimone had appeared and sat down next to her, nudging her playfully in the ribs. She’d opened her eyes, and for the first time, noticed the breadth of his shoulders, his strong jaw, and twinkling blue eyes.
A flash of heat had raced across her flesh as sunlight had kissed his golden skin. For the first time, she felt the urge to kiss a boy. Her body had yearned to touch and be touched.
Her lips quirked as she thought back on that dream. She’d acted on impulse then. She’d reached up and pulled him down to her, pursing her lips onto his. He’d yanked away looking surprised, but she still remembered the way she’d tingled at the touch of his lips on hers.
She rarely saw him in her dreams for several years after that. He would appear as a passerby or random face in a crowd, but never played a starring role. Not until her parents died several years after she completed college did he become a reoccurring feature in her dreams again.
As much as I love this little jaunt down memory lane, it’s time to make a decision.
His voice had lost its calm tone and held a definite edge of irritation.
I’ll make this easier for you. You’re not unconscious, you’re not crazy. So that leaves only one option.
“Don’t say it,” she said.
You’re fucked, love, and not in a good way.
She groaned.
    Of course she was.
Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.
Laurel writes paranormal and contemporary romance and is a self-proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or "geek-dom" to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that she can't seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes, "In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!"