Tuesday, March 17, 2015

"The Best of Balling: March Madness" by Stacie Supple (18+)

I stood in the hallway listening for Brad, my boyfriend to go to the kitchen. The loudness of the boys coupled with the sounds from the television made it difficult, but the darkness of the hallway also allowed me a partial visual of the family room without anyone detecting me.

As soon as Brad was gone, I sashayed into the room and stood in front of the big curved screen Samsung TV without a stitch of clothing.

“Which three of you want to go first?” I asked.

One by one they turned their attention to me until six sets of eyes stared back at me. The only sound in the room now was that of the announcer on the TV.

“Come on. Answer me. Which three of you want me first?” I said. “I've got three holes, and I am going to stand here and block your view of this god damned championship basketball game until I get some satisfaction.” I waved a bottle of anal lube in front of me.

As if they were kids still in high school, two of the guys sheepishly raised their hands.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Author Interview – Beth Prentice "Give Murder A Hand" – A Westport Mystery, Lizzie Book 2

Book Description from Amazon:
Just when Lizzie thought the only problems she had in life were her crazy family and far too many nightmares, the house reveals yet another secret. This time it’s a skeleton in the back yard.  But the unusual thing about this skeleton is that it has an extra hand. Why?  Well that’s what Lizzie wants to find out. But nothing is that easy is it?
Plus her drop dead gorgeous boyfriend Riley’s had enough of her nightmares and wants her to get professional help. Only when that professional help comes in the form of a long legged blonde who just happens to be Riley’s ex-girlfriend, Lizzie feels reluctant to reveal her deepest, darkest fears.  Especially when her deepest, darkest fear is losing Riley to a long legged blonde ex-girlfriend. But this blonde seems to have a particular interest in Lizzie’s life.  Is it just Riley she’s after? Or is there another reason she always seems to be around whenever Lizzie’s life is in danger?

Near misses with death, a super hot policeman with a crush, Grandma’s new boyfriend, a garden full of senior citizens, and Bradley the owner of Westport Tours, all make Lizzie’s life interesting to say the least.

But can she find the truth before the For Sale sign gets hammered into the ground? Or will Lizzie take the secrets to an early grave?

What is your preferred genre?
Anything fun really but romance/mystery is my favourite.

How many books have you written? 
This is the second full novel in this series and is a sequel to It Started With A House, but I also have a Christmas novella that follows Lizzie.  Westport is a busy town though, and my other full length novel, Killer Unleashed, follows another resident named Chloe.

Do you have plans for a new book?
Yes!  I love Lizzie and Riley and have already started work on their next adventure

Is there an Author that you would really like to meet?
Many, but my absolute favourites would be Gemma Halliday, Janet Evanovich and Sophie Kinsella

Was there an Author that inspired your writing?
Yes.  All of the above

Do you plot or write by the seat of your pants?
I have an outline of where I’d like the story to go, but generally I fill in the blanks by the seat of my pants

Did you have an editor edit your books?
Yes.  The wonderful Juanita Kees, Kees2Create.com

Do you prefer ebooks, paperbacks or hardcover?
All of them!!

Are you a self- published (Indie) Author?
Yes but I also have a publisher for some of the series

Is there a particular movie that you preferred over the book version?
No.  I love movies but books always tell more of the story.

What book are you currently reading and in what format (ebook/paperback/hardcover)?
I’m currently reading Gemma Halliday’s latest Deadly in High Heels and this one is an ebook, but I’m waiting impatiently for the new book from Janet Evanovich in the Wicked series

Who designed the cover of your book?
The wonderful Patti Roberts J

Do you find yourself intrigued by the cover of a book enough to buy it?
Definitely.  If I don’t like the cover I probably won’t look any closer at it

Do you ever write in your PJ’s?
Ha ha.  Of course.  Doesn’t everyone??

You are trapped on a tropical island - who would you like to be stranded with?
Do you want my real life answers or my fantasy answers? J
Real life – my husband of course, but in my fantasy I’d love to be stranded with Ranger from the Stephanie Plum series.  Even though he’d probably get us off the island a little bit too quickly!

Pick one - Wine, Chocolate or shoes
No question – Chocolate!!

Cats or dogs?
Both but dogs first

How many hours per day do you try to devote to research and writing?
I try to do at least six, but sometimes I’m really motivated and do more. Then again sometimes I procrastinate and don’t do much other than google my favorite authors, check out the local real estate market and maybe peruse eBay!

What are 3 things you never leave home without (apart from keys, money and phone)?
Lipgloss is about it

Laptop or desktop for writing?
Mostly desktop but I do have my laptop for those days where I feel like going to the beach

Your thoughts on receiving book reviews - the good and the bad –
I love book reviews.  It’s really encouraging to hear what people really think of your books.  Even the bad ones have a purpose.  Sometimes they highlight something you may have not noticed.  So long as they’re not mean of course.

Do you have a bucket list?
Not really.  I have a few holidays that I want to take but that’s about it.

List 3 of your favorite movies?
While you were sleeping (I love Sandra Bullock – this movie just makes me happy), The Avengers (for the eye candy of course) and Blindside

What is a movie or TV show that you watched just recently and really enjoyed?
I’m a bit of a man really.  One of my favourite shows is American Restoration! I love the way they bring old things back to life.

Where can your readers stalk you? My website – bethprentice.com or facebook

Is your book in Print, ebook or both?
Ebook at the moment but it will soon be available in print also

Book links:

More About the Author

Hello, I'm Beth. I was born in Manchester England but now live on the beautiful Sunshine Coast in Queensland Australia where everyday is a good one. I am a lucky mother of two teenage children, and along with my ever patient husband are the proud owners of three dogs, a cat and a fish. I have always had a love of reading and even though my background is in accounting I have now discovered my love of writing. My favourite authors are Janet Evanovich, Sophie Kinsella and Gemma Halliday.
P.S. Please feel free to add me as a friend on Facebook, look up my site at www.bethprentice.com or contact me at beth@bethprentice.com

Thank you so much for taking the time to do this interview, Beth,  and allowing us a glimpse into your writing world.  I hope you share this interview with your friends so we can all get to know you a little better. 

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Served Hot by Annabeth Albert

In Portland, Oregon, the only thing hotter than the coffee shops, restaurants, and bakeries are the hard-working men who serve it up—hot, fresh, and ready to go—with no reservations…

Robby is a self-employed barista with a busy coffee cart, a warm smile, and a major crush on one of his customers. David is a handsome finance director who works nearby, eats lunch by himself, and expects nothing but “the usual”—small vanilla latte—from the cute guy in the cart. But when David shows up for his first Portland Pride festival, Robby works up the nerve to take their slow-brewing relationship to the next level. David, however, is newly out and single, still grieving the loss of his longtime lover, and unsure if he’s ready to date again. Yet with every fresh latte, sweet exchange—and near hook-up—David and Robby go from simmering to steaming to piping hot. The question is: Will someone get burned?

Buy links:

Short Excerpt (200 words):
A little idea niggled at my brain—like an evil elf had tapped me on the shoulder. “You know, if you give me your card, I could call you if you leave your wallet behind again.”
There. His cheeks went dusky pink. I finally got a blush out of him, but hell if I could decipher what it meant. I could predict people’s taste in coffee, down to preferred syrup flavor, but I still sucked at decoding anything as complex as human emotions.
“Ah. Um.” He did the nervous cough thing again.
“Never mind.” I wiped my hands on my apron. “I’d better get back.”
“Wait.” He opened the wallet, plucked out a white card with a blue logo, and offered it to me. His broad fingers brushed mine again as he handed it over. Another barely there touch, but I felt the charge all the way down my spine, like I’d chugged a triple shot.
My breath tripped with wishing he’d add a “call me anytime.” Brian would have. But David just stood there silently. Straighter than the Fremont Bridge and denser than a concrete pylon.

Long Excerpt (600 words):
My nooner was late. Well, technically, David was my 11:50. Without fail, ten minutes before twelve every work day, David P. Gregory bought a vanilla latte from my coffee cart in the Old Emerson building in Portland. I only knew his name because he used his debit card to pay, and I knew the time because of the old-fashioned, massive brass clock directly across the atrium from my cart.
I knew David banked at a local credit union, knew that he worked somewhere that required a tie, knew that he had a smile that made his mouth crinkle up at the edges when I handed him his coffee, and knew that he was an excellent tipper.
What I didn’t know was whether or not he was straight. We’d had this weird dance for months now—he’d arrive for his coffee, stilted and uncomfortable, relax into a bit of small talk while I made his drink, and then he’d take his coffee to one of the metal tables out in the atrium to have with the lunch he packed in a blue bag. I liked watching him eat because he gave it his entire focus—no smart phone or gadget, no newspaper or book, no folder of work. A few times I’d caught him looking back in my direction. But his gaze never lingered and either my flirting while I served him was more subtle than I’d thought or he was simply immune.
Today David was late. Unexpected disappointment uncurled in my stomach, souring my caffeine buzz. It was a good day—a steady stream of customers at my cart and bustling business for the pizza place and the vegan sandwich bar on the other side of the atrium. The hundred-year-old office building had been renovated to include a few small eateries in the newly added skylit atrium. Plenty for me to look at, but my eyes kept returning to the double brass doors that opened onto Ninth.
David pushed through the heavy doors at 12:45 just as I was finishing up a caramel soy latte for one of the Goth girls who worked at the jewelry place across the street. I hid my smile behind my espresso machine. Eager for it to be his turn, I tapped my toes against the linoleum.
“The usual?” I figured it would freak him out if I mentioned I’d noticed his lateness.
“Hmmm.” He studied my specials sign. I’d glued a chalkboard panel inside a silver frame from a secondhand place on Hawthorne and put the whole thing on a silver-painted easel. Classy on the cheap.
Today I had a half-price tuxedo mocha—white chocolate with dark chocolate swirls. David had never paid any attention to the sign before, but today he gave it a long stare, consideration tugging his mouth back and forth. God, I loved his mouth—full pink lips, a hint of stubble on his upper lip like he’d missed a spot shaving.
After a few seconds, he shrugged, broad shoulders rippling the fine cotton of his dress shirt. “Yeah. The usual.”
“Sure thing.” I grabbed the cup for his small vanilla latte.
“Wait.” He held up a hand as I started to ring him up. “Iced. It’s sweltering out.” He’d rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, revealing muscular forearms and a heavy silver, antique-looking watch.
“Meaning it’s eighty-five degrees in Portland and everyone is freaking out. You know . . . it’s good to try something different once in a while.”


Can David change his regular order to include a side of sexy? You’ll find out in Served Hot!

Meet the Author

Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer. Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter.  In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers.

Annabeth can be found online at annabethalbert.com, @annabethalbert on Twitter, and Facebook.com/annabethalbert.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Lee Savino, author of Raven and Wolf

ABOUT THE BOOK: When a mysterious evil slaughter's a village in old Norway, a warrior vows to protect the innocent woman who witnessed the murders. But can he help her stop the killers while hiding his own dark secret? 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Lee Savino has been telling tales since she was young. While she was studying creative writing at Hollins University, her first manuscript won the Hollins Fiction Prize. She loves writing books about strong women and the sexy men who love them.

Book review:
By Tammy H
Format:Kindle Edition
Everything about this book makes it not the type I typically read so I was hesitant and ready to be completely uninterested. I read it anyways and it definitely proves "you can't judge a book by its cover (or subject)!" I was drawn in from the very first chapter, all the way through to the end! It is so well written I felt as though I was another character in the book, standing by silently, watching the story unfold. I'm excited to read Lee Savino's new series.
I highly recommend this book, even if it's "not your type!"

Link to book:

My twitter is @LeeSavino

website is https://www.tumblr.com/blog/leesavino
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