Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Bike Runs, Bartending, Non-Profits Oh My

Hey All,

So first I want to thank you all for hanging in there with me. I am behind in most of everything in my life right now, that includes mailing stuff out. So Sorry to all I owe packages to I have them at the house and everyone has tons of extras in their packages because I am behind.

I have been very busy with writing my second book, Yes.. I am also an Romance author so that has been taking up most my time. Add in fundraiser season for the Non-Profits I support and am part of (Marine Corps League, VFW and ToysForTots) Hubby, the boys and I are hardly home.

I will have multiple reviews going up within the next few days. As I have a pile of books read that are ready for review.

I have a huge bike run this weekend for Toys For Tots and National VFW Childrens Home... It has been in the works for past few months. Hopefully we raise tons of money and toys for these non-profits which are dear to my heart.

I also want to tell you all that I have an awesome giveaway coming up starting November 1st though Nov 10th... This is to support Veterans Day and The Marine Corps Birthday. I just received some awesome swag and goodies from Sharon Hamilton which will be included in the giveaway. There will be more than one winner. I will be giving away ebooks of the first book in My Heart of Teufel Hundens Series... Blondie's Hero. And tons of other goodies.

Look forward to that post.

I do hope you all have Happy Halloween it is coming up... My Youngest is going to be a Ninja.. Heaven knows what the oldest will be. Thank you all again for bearing with me.

Much Love

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Blog Tour Seals Promise by Sharon Hamilton

Shannon wanted him to move in right away. She got dressed, wore one of Frankie’s big shirts and her drawstring pants and announced she was going to help him move. That day.
            “No hurry on all this, Shannon. I can get it. Not like there’s a ton of stuff.”
            “Al the better to do it now. And besides, I’m big, or haven’t you noticed?” She pulled her shirt up, and damn, every time she showed him her bare tummy with the belly button that had started becoming an “outie” he got hard. He silently cursed himself, but she had such an enormous effect on him, he could hardly be in the same room with her without getting hard.
            T.J. promised he’d get things moved over in the afternoon.

            “No. We. Do. It. Now.”
            “Shannon, honey, my place is—”
            “I know. A bachelor pad. You probably never anticipated having to entertain me there.”
            “I never entertain there period.” Even before Frankie had married Shannon, the two of them had little in the way of furniture, using cardboard boxes for tables they used to clean their weapons while watching TV set above some fruit crates. They hadn’t bothered to buy a couch, chairs, or even a dinette set. But they did have the biggest TV they could afford, and a gas-fired barbeque. Frankie’s room was bare, since T.J. hadn’t had time to get another roommate.
            When they got to the complex, T.J. tried one more time to ask her to stay in the truck while he went inside and got his things. The answer was the same.
            First thing he noticed was the smell, coming from the brown bag left by the front door, since he hadn’t invested in a garbage can. He’d left remnants of a sandwich, a sour half quart of milk and some wrappers that had gotten heated up in the two days since he’d been home. He’d not turned on the AC because he had to pay the electric bill was not part of the lease. He never left it on because he never knew when he’d be back home.
            Shannon went over to the sliding glass door and opened it, looking for a screen that was non-existent. She gave him a quirky look.
            “Football accident. Screen is downstairs in the carport, a little bent.”
            She walked to his efficiency kitchen. T.J. tried to place his body between her vision and the sink full of dishes.
“Shannon, stop checking me out.”
She glanced down at his package. “I wasn’t checking you out, but, come to think of it, that might not be a very bad idea.” She slid over to him and placed her palm warmly against him and gave him a smile. “Nice, T.J. I can see all this turns you on too. Like playing house?”
“Seriously, Shannon, let’s just get this stuff out of here and get out. You don’t have to look over everything, do you?”
She stepped as close as she could to him, her belly being the obvious impediment. As she squeezed and pressed her palm against the hardened ridge of his shaft. “What are you worried about, T.J. We’re all friends here, very good friends.”
He was having a hard time liking it, but his groin was loving the massage her strong little hand was giving him. Damn, he was filled with such confusing thoughts and feelings. A real mixture of dread and lust. Like a pebble skirting on the edge, he allowed himself to be lead around by the nose of her psyche while she had her way with him. He was powerless to stop it.
“Show me your bedroom. Now.” She demanded.

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Bio for Sharon Hamilton

Sharon’s NYT and USA Today bestselling novels are almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love. This series continues with book 8, SEAL’s Promise, releasing November 11, 2014. All of her SEAL Brotherhood Series are available in audio book. She has maintained an Amazon top 100 author status in Romantic Suspense for since the end of 2012.

Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground, and can walk around in the full light of the sun. Honeymoon Bite, Book 1 of the Golden Vampires of Tuscany Series, has earned the Amazon designation of #1 Gothic Romance. It and Book 2 in the series, Mortal Bite are both available on audio as well.

Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.

Sharon lives in Sonoma County, California, with her husband and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting verra verra dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers.

"True Love Heals in the Gardens of the Heart"

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x               Military Romance
x               Suspense Romance
x               Paranormal Romance

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Sharon is Also kind enough to giveaway either a novela or free audio book from her book list from her website to one lucky person who comments on this post. 

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Book Tour Perilous Risk by Natasha Blackthorne


Heartbroken and disillusioned, Rebecca Howland is done with all men. Especially noblemen. Past a certain age, she knows her previous life of carnal indulgence and grand adventure is over. Or so she thinks. Back at home, whilst working in her family’s shop, a moment of compassion entangles her in an old battle between two powerful, bitter enemies. A commoner, Rebecca finds herself falsely accused of a heinous act by a vicious member of the aristocracy. In grave peril, she turns to the one man she thinks can help her.

Stephen Drake, now inexplicably Baron Drake, has always desired Rebecca. When she turns to him, he vows to protect her at all costs, especially from the dangerous life he lives. The stakes are high and time is running out for her … and for him as well. Stephen finds himself driven to ruthless actions that threaten to kill the fragile bond between them.

Years ago, Rebecca forbade herself to love Stephen Drake. Now he’s back, no longer the young man she remembers but a dark and dangerous stranger. When he demands a fortnight of her complete submission in return for his protection, his sexual dominance ignites carnal passion that makes her feel alive like never before. But … dare she trust a man with too many secrets?

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Perilous Risk
Regency Risks, Book Three

She opened her mouth to deny him.
He brought his mouth down on hers, cutting off her protest. He thrust into her mouth, the taste of his hot, wet tongue more fiery than the best whisky. She shook, not with fear but with anticipation for the next stroke of his tongue against hers.
It came and delicious shudders quaked through her. Another stroke and another. Ruthlessly, he gripped her head and angled it, thrusting deeper. Taking her breath. Sucking her very soul and taking everything.
She didn’t care.
Every inch of his long, lean body pressed hers. She could feel the whipcord strength of his powerful muscles. Could feel his trembling as though he were holding back his ardour. His erection throbbed against her stomach, huge and hard. Heated.
A feeling of letting go, as though a tremendous weight had suddenly lifted from her. As though she’d been waiting forever for this moment. Tenderness burst within her. Her limbs went weak. Her fists unfurled and she grasped his shoulders, learning his feel, breathing in his scent, glorying in his taste, his strength, his forcefulness.
Her Stephen.
If she could, she would simply melt into him. She clung desperately to his hard body, surrendering herself wholly.
He tore his mouth from hers.
She cried out in protest.
He swept her up into his arms then lowered her. Her backside touched the table and the rickety wooden frame groaned and creaked.
He swooped down on her then gripped her chin in his large hand, gently yet firmly holding her in place. His eyes bore into hers, predatory, determined. “Now, tell me that you don’t know me.”

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