Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Undercover Lover

Don't miss out on my newest Romance on the Go release Undercover Lover!


When vice cop Gentry Trecall is informed that he’s going to be going undercover as a hooker, thanks to the city’s latest bid to crack down on prostitution, he’s skeptical but resigned. What he doesn’t expect is to encounter someone like Dublin MacAulay, the owner of the popular night club The Pale that just so happens to be right across the street from the corner Gentry has been assigned.

Dublin’s unlike anyone Gentry’s ever met before. He gruff and sincere, trying to get him off the street. An unspoken attraction lingers between the two, but the truth about Gentry’s profession is the only thing that keeps it at bay.

When the truth finally does come out will Dublin be able to forgive Gentry for the lie he’s had to tell? Or will his undercover work lose Gentry the lover of his dreams?

"I didn't think this far ahead," Gentry admitted quietly. His lips were slick and dark from being kissed, and Dublin pulled himself back from Gentry’s neck only to surge forward again to recapture them. Their tongues slid against each other, hot and wet and deliciously dirty, before Dublin pulled back again with a low groan.
“What do you want, Gentry? You have to tell me. You have to say it,” Dublin rasped, voice husky and eyes heavy lidded.
Gentry' mouth fell open, and his eyes dropped to Dublin's lips as he swallowed hard against the wave of vicious desire that roared through him. "I want everything. I want you and me naked in your bed, or on this bar, or where ever I can have you right now. I want you to fuck me hard and fast or deep and slow. I want you to give us both what we’ve been wanting since we met, and then I want you to do it over again. Please," Gentry added. His cheeks burned red, and he licked his lips nervously as he met Dublin’s gaze head on.
Dublin didn’t say a word, but he wasted no time in ushering Gentry to his feet. He led Gentry towards the back of the club and up a flight of steps into what Gentry could immediately tell was his private office. Dublin tumbled them both down onto the couch, his hot, firm weight pressing Gentry down into the thick cushions, and then Dublin kissed him again.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Small Miracles with Ellen Holiday!

Blurb: When runaway Cal Harrison steps into a bar to escape the freezing rain, he meets Matt Kirkland, who buys him a meal and eventually takes him home for the night. But Cal’s been on hard times, and he doesn’t believe something as good as Matt could possibly happen to him. Not without setting him up for disaster. So Cal leaves—only to discover Matt’s not just a rich kid but a well-known millionaire. Soon Cal begins to question whether he should have swallowed his pride and left his difficult life behind.

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Steamy excerpt

Cal might have learned forward looking for a better view, or he could have seen Matt coming. One way or another, their lips collided; a streak of heat went through Cal and he tried to worm forward, but Matt took his chin firmly in one hand, holding him in place as they kissed. The points of Matt’s fingertips burned tiny stars into Cal’s nervous system. He leaned into him, sliding out the tip of his tongue and tasting Matt’s lips, a soft sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. Matt’s lips were soft and patient, sucking and sipping at Cal’s mouth inch by inch, then sliding in a long, slow sweep that drove Cal crazy. His hands were on Matt’s shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He’d never in his life felt so desperate for anything. His breaths were coming short, each rasp echoing in his own ears. And still Matt held him at bay, kissing him deliberately, not reaching out even to touch him beyond the one hand on his jaw.
“God,” Matt breathed into his mouth. “God, Cal. I—”
Cal tried to cut him off, pressed forward for kiss after kiss. It was as though he’d been let free after a lifetime in captivity. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t need words or protestations or disclaimers. He needed the heat of Matt’s mouth on his, needed Matt’s lips to part and let him in. His tongue licked, bolder, along the seam of Matt’s lips, drawing out a frustrated moan and then—joy!—yielding the wet taste of the inside of Matt’s mouth as his lips opened. Cal thrust in, finding Matt’s tongue and the wet softness beneath it, tasting and feeling, making wanton noises he didn’t care to hold back. He clawed one hand into Matt’s hair, gripping his arm with the other and hauling him forward until Matt toppled with a cry and landed on top of Cal, pushing him down into the couch.
Yes, Cal was thinking. Yes. That. That weight. More of that. That’s what I need.
When was the last time he was this close to another human being? When was the last time he had dared to trust? Cal couldn't remember, and remembering just brought the tears anyway, so he banished it to the back of his head. So much easier to just let Matt take long searching kisses from his lips, to run his hands down Matt’s shirt and haul it up to feel the smoothness of his back. Matt gasped at the boldness, his lips going slack, and Cal craned his neck upward to suck on Matt’s lips one after the other. He was awake, utterly alive, and his whole body was radiant with heat and want.
Matt pulled back, rose to his knees, and looked down at him. “I really want to take you to bed,” he whispered, looking half-shocked at his own words.
Cal sat up and closed the gap between them again. That much space between them served no purpose. “Take me,” he whispered. “To bed. However. I just—yeah.”
Matt half laughed. A dimple formed in his cheek, and Cal leaned forward in a rush of instinct and kissed it. Matt’s sigh in his ear was a blissful, beautiful thing.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Welcome Aboard with Elyzabeth M. Valey!

Oh have I got a treat for you guys today!  I'm honored to have the wonderfully talented Elyzabeth M. Valey back on the blog today with her newest Romance on the Go piece Welcome Aboard!

Welcome Aboard

Isn't the cover to die for!?  But there's more! First we have a quick word from the author herself and then we have some more information on the story and your chance to win a free copy!!

Thank you, Rebecca for having me over!

Hi everyone! I’m here with Rebecca today to tell you about my latest release Welcome Aboard, a short story that belongs to Evernight Publisher’s Romance on the Go line. These stories are meant to be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or right before bed. Personally, I think they’re a great way to get your romance/erotic fix.*wink*


Julie is on vacation! After months of breaking her back at the office she’s ready for a weekend of absolute relaxation: a little reading, good food and some lazing at the beach are her idea of a perfect plan. However, when a handsome man with a sexy smile and naughty accent takes the seat next to hers on the train she’ll enter a wicked ride of passion and delight that will blow her mind and body away.  

Julie’s naughty journey bump starts on the train when the passenger next to her catches a glimpse of what she’s reading on her e-reader.

As it turns out, she’s immersed in an erotic novel. That got me thinking, what do you guys think about reading erotic romance in public places? Sexy? Inappropriate? Embarrassing? Something that’s better done in private?

Personally, I write them and plot them in public places, (mainly on the bus, since it’s a long commute), so reading them doesn’t pose a problem. For many, the issue is not so much the material as it is the racy covers. E-readers are great in that aspect, as we can read whatever we want and no one needs to know. Although, I’m quite sure that by my silly grin, blushing cheeks and occasional squirming people might have an inkling about what my reading material is. *grin*

From what I’ve observed in the Madrid subway, ever since 50 Shades of Grey released people seem to be more open about their reading habits and don’t mind flaunting the covers. Not only have I seen the afore mentioned book openly displayed but also yummy print covers of other romance novels. Of course, I have noticed the occasional snigger or disapproving glance, but in general, no one seems to mind.

And I have to tell you, William, my hero from Welcome Aboard, sure didn’t mind peaking into Julie’s reader.

So, how about you, what are your reading habits?  Answer in the comments below and you’ll be entered to win a copy of Welcome Aboard! (Winner will be chosen using Random.org) Don’t forget to include your email so I can get in touch if you win.

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“We’re on a train,” she hissed, gesticulating wildly.

William laughed, the lines on his forehead vanishing.

“I noticed.” He lifted the armrest and placed his hand on her thigh again. Julie bit back an unwanted moan.  “What you failed to have seen, my sweet, is that we’re the only ones in this particular wagon.” He smiled smugly, drumming her thighs in a rhythm that almost had her lifting her hips.

Julie huffed. Yes, her body was weak with desire but she wouldn’t back down so easily.

“It’s a public space.”

“And doesn’t that excite you?” William asked, grasping her flesh, his fingers digging into her skin pleasurably.

Julie’s thoughts scattered. This was crazy. Out right crazy. She wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl. Sex in public had been out of the question, and yet—

She observed William. He was impassive, waiting for her resolution while toying with her lust. She shook her head. They could get caught. There could be cameras on the train and it was illegal.

“It’s illegal!” she blurted as the tips of his exploring fingers brushed against her sex.


Grasping a strand of her hair between thumb and forefinger, he caressed it before neatly placing it behind her ear, brushing his thumb over the shell.

“It’s only illegal if we get caught, my sweet. I have no intention of allowing that.”


His brown eyes bore into hers, the desire swirling in them making her weak at the knees.
“You want to, Julie. I know you do.”

“How?” She cried out the question as he finally pried his way underneath her jeans, resting his fingers above her soaking panties.

“For one, you’ve been squirming in that chair, a lot.” He smiled at her obvious discomfort. “Then,” he murmured, rubbing his finger over her swollen nether lips. “You’re dripping wet. If I wanted to, if you wanted to, I could probably slide this finger inside you without any restraint whatsoever. Maybe even two.”

This was so wrong. His scorching eyes begged her to accept the challenge. Julie bit down on her lip. She couldn’t say yes, not here.

“Tell me you want to, Julie.”

William’s finger found its way under the elastic of her thong. A moan became lodged in her throat as he touched her, learning the wet contours of her cunt with a single digit. 

She hesitated. Did she want to? Did she really want to do this crazy thing? The tip of his finger hovered over her entrance, daring her to accept.

“Say yes, Julie.” His gaze was heated, his breath as shallow as hers.

She wanted this. Damned be it all, she wanted William’s fingers deep inside her pussy. She wanted the dazzling pleasure, the relief to the unrelenting throbbing between her legs. The realization of what she was about to do spiked her desire and cut off her ability to speak. Opening her legs wider, she smiled shakily. William’s lips parted slightly, his gaze fierce as he pushed a finger inside her. Julie reclined against her seat. Her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered as another thick digit joined the first. She responded to him. He was her master puppeteer and she was his puppet, rolling her hips with every thrust.
“You want more?” he murmured, his lips hovering over hers.

Julie opened her eyes. William regarded her, his long lashes framing deep eyes that she couldn’t help thinking belonged to a poet at heart.

“Yes,” she whispered, closing the distance. Soft and compliant, she mewled her approval, as she tasted him. Her fear had vanished and left behind an ardor that required urgent appeasing. William grunted into her mouth as she teased his bottom lip, nipping at the full bow with relish. Tilting his head to the side, he swept his tongue over the seams of her mouth in a request for entrance. She granted it readily, taking in his tongue with a desperate hunger that rivaled his as they tangled.

He was relentless, his fingers toying with her sex even as he kissed her. In and out, the thick digits of his left hand pumped into her slowly. It was a delicious torture that only succeeded in making her hotter and more desperate for what was to come.

Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Now if all of that sounded as good to you as it did to me don't miss out on your chance to win your copy of Welcome Aboard! Just like it said above all you have to do is answer the question Elyzabeth left in the post in the comment section below and you'll be entered to win!  It's that simple so make sure you give it a shot.  It's worth the effort!