Thanks once again to Carrie Ann Ryan for her help and support all year! You are wonderful. :)
There are so many exciting authors and prizes involved in this hop. And all you need do is sit back, grab a coffee and read. It's that easy. You'll learn about all kinds of new goodies for your TBR list.
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Now what are those prizes?
1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $300 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!
The new year is a symbol of new beginnings, a fresh start. Have you ever wanted to just start over? I think we've all had that moment in our lives. Sometimes a fresh start is thrust upon us, as in the case of my heroine Josie from Sweet Hell. When a curious, sinister character arrives in her bakery, spinning a terrible tale, she's forced to embark on a dangerous journey. Luckily, she happens to have hero Dionysus Iros at her side. Oh, and did I mention he's a Greek god?
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In the mean time, cozy up and check out a blurb and sexy excerpt from Sweet Hell. Best wishes for a safe and happy new year, and thank you all for reading!
Sweet Hell Blurb:
Dionysus, Greek god of wine and theater, is the world’s original playboy. But lately, he has been restless, moody, and he knows something is wrong. His carefree and bacchanalian lifestyle is starting to feel like one long string of meaningless sexual escapades. Even worse, he is suddenly aroused by the idea of marriage. To top it all off, Josie Marino, the mouthy, disheveled, and eternally annoying woman who serves him coffee at the local bakery, sets him on fire.
Josie, a Toronto baker of Italian heritage, is not looking for love or lust. Especially not with Dionysus Iros, the most aggravating, demanding customer she'd ever had to serve. With his rippling muscles and sexy, knowing eyes, he's obviously trouble with a capital T. Unfortunately, he's also the star of her every X-rated dream. She’s known players like Dionysus before, and one of them almost got the better of her. Josie determines she will not fall for his considerable physical charms, come hell or high water.
But Dionysus turns strangely protective when a sinister character arrives at Josie’s bakery, and they can no longer deny their unwanted feelings for one another. They are forced to embark on a bizarre, sexually-charged journey to hell itself, which threatens to either change them for the better, or destroy them.
Sweet Hell Excerpt:
Coffee. He smelled strong coffee.
Determining the source of the gorgeous fragrance, he turned toward a little bakery, taking note of the name on the battered awning. Marino Brothers Bakery. Tempted, he walked inside and took a good look at the place. It was cute, kitschy, with salamis and breads ready for slicing, and row upon row of sinful-looking pastries behind the glass counter. There was a hot table with slabs of tender veal warming in homemade sauce. And, with a grin, he noticed a huge espresso machine at the other end of the counter.
Practically paradise. Eryx and Maia could wait a few minutes.
He paused before one counter, where a couple of beefy men were arguing over who was supposed to serve the next customer. But when they didn’t bother looking up, Dionysus just sat at the counter before the coffee machine.
Instantly, a female employee appeared before him. “Can I help you?”
He looked up at her. His cock soared, doing a rowdy dance of happiness.
He looked at her again. He didn’t know why he’d have such an intense reaction to her. By the gods, she looked … dirty. Well, not truly dirty, just very floury, as if she’d been baking all day. But underneath the layer of flour smudges was indeed a woman. One with lush curves and shiny, tawny hair and hazel eyes that were so keen they seemed to recognize him…
Her eyebrows rose when he didn’t answer. “Would you like a sandwich? A coffee, maybe? Anything?”
Say something, you idiot!
And yet he couldn’t make his lips work.
The tip of her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip while she waited for his response. Once again, his penis thumped against the inside of his pants, more erect than the soldiers outside Buckingham Palace.
Talk to her, it seemed to say.
She looked around. Other customers were filing in, and the two men behind the counter were still arguing, ignoring the lineup. A small noise of exasperation escaped from between her wet lips. “Maybe I should just give you a minute.”
The woman turned away.
“No,” he called and then cursed himself for sounding so eager. “I, uh, coffee would be outstanding.”
He could tell she was trying hard not to look at him as if he were simple. “Coffee it is,” she said. It seemed as if she grinned—not because she wanted to grin at him, but because customer service dictated she should. And then she escaped to prepare said coffee.
Dionysus sat in shock. What the hell was wrong with him? There had never been one moment in his life when he hadn’t been smooth and disarming. Yet with one glance, this coffee girl had completely disarmed him!
Sweet Hell is available at http://www.lsbooks.com/sweet-hell-p535.php and all ebooksellers.