Cover reveal: Wrapped in Red by Mika Jolie

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Book Title: Wrapped in Red (Martha’s Way)
Author: Mika Jolie
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date:December 2, 2015
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Christmas is a time to be merry and bright. For Minka Montgomery, it’s anything but. While Martha’s Vineyard bursts with festive lights and good cheer, a black shadow parades around and within Minka. With her Christmas spirit conspicuously absent, her marriage to Jason Montgomery has snowballed and is spiraling out of control. The weight of motherhood – and her new role as a wife – presses on her shoulders. Self-doubt creeps in and swiftly turns to hopelessness. As her anxiety level rises, can she share what’s in her heart with her husband? Is there a branch of hope to hold on to? With Christmas only twelve days away, can she find her Christmas spirit and rediscover the true meaning of the season?

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Meet the Author

Author Mika Jolie lives in New Jersey with her happy Chaos—her husband and their energizer bunnies. She loves to write about life experiences and matters of the heart. Let’s face it, people are complicated and love can be messy. When she’s not weaving life and romance into evocative tales, you can find her on a hiking adventure, apple picking, or whatever her three men can conjure up.

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Release Blitz: Whispers of Shadow & Flame by L. Penelope

Whispers of Shadow & Flame by L. Penelope

 Whispers of Shadow & Flame, book two in the Earthsinger Chronicles is out now. To celebrate launch week, book one, Song of Blood & Stone, is on sale for $.99.

Whispers of Shadow and FlameWhispers of Shadow & Flame (Earthsinger Chronicles #2)
by L. Penelope
Genre: Fantasy Romance, Dieselpunk
Age Range: Adult

Born with a deadly magic she cannot control, Kyara is forced to become an assassin. Known as the Poison Flame, she is notorious and lethal, but secretly seeks freedom from both her untamed power and the blood spell that commands her. She is tasked with capturing the notorious rebel called the Shadowfox, but everything changes when she learns her target’s true identity.

Darvyn ol-Tahlyro may be the most powerful Earthsinger in generations, but guilt over those he couldn’t save tortures him daily. He isn’t sure he can trust the mysterious young woman who claims to need his help, but when he discovers Kyara can unlock the secrets of his past, he can’t stay away.
As forbidden desire ignites their hearts, Kyara and Darvyn grapple with betrayal, old promises, and older prophecies—all while trying to stop a war. And when a new threat emerges, the cost of their love might just be too high.

 Excerpt from Whispers of Shadow & Flame

“I-I’m sure we can come to some kind of understanding.”

The man before Kyara scrambled backward, slamming his back against the wall. The scent of his fear was rancid, filling the interior of the dwelling. The stench overpowered the smell of fresh vegetables roasting in the clay oven. His whimpers drowned out the murmurings of the infant in a basket near the fire. A woman cowered next to the baby. Kyara judged the distance and determined that the mother and child were far enough away to remain safe but only if she stood very close to her target. Close enough to feel his sour breath on her skin.

Her stomach clenched at the thought, but she forced herself forward, erasing the few paces between them. Now the odor emanating from the man was mixed with piss. The dark stain spreading across the front of his trousers was proof enough that the fellow knew who she was and why she was here.

“W-we can negotiate. I’m sure there must be something you want.” Beads of sweat punctured his forehead, and the thick vein at his neck jumped with his rapid pulse.

Kyara’s warped Song prowled inside her, impatient. It wanted to launch itself into the maelstrom of source energy, to ride the brutal currents of the force like a kite in a violent wind. She shuddered and reined in her Song. Instead of giving in to the despised urge, she opened her mind’s eye. The world fell away, leaving only a field of black. She spread her senses and focused on this village, this home, this room. Moving arcs of white light burst across her vision, like the undulating waves of brightness produced by a fire dancer swinging a torch.

This was Nethersong.

As Ydaris had explained to her many years ago, while Earthsong was the energy of life, Nethersong was death energy. And Kyara’s broken Song had never been able to connect with anything else. She could not heal. She could not grow crops from seeds with a single intention or feel the pulse of life moving in the plants and animals around her.

She was cursed. She had killed her mother at birth, and this was her punishment.

The light of the man before her pulsed brightly. His death energy was a cyclone spinning out of control. Judging by the strength of Nethersong within him, he had not been kind to his body—a feat much easier when you were on the True Father’s payroll and could afford an abundance of rich food and drink. If the immortal king were a patient man, Kyara wouldn’t be needed at all. This pay-roller only had a few months to live as it was.

In the corner of the room, the wife’s light was dimmer. She was younger and healthier than her husband. The infant’s light was so weak it barely registered. Just a dull glow indicated the faintest traces of Nethersong. Kyara nearly smiled. Children had so much life, so much strength. She wished she could always see an endless field of dark in her inner vision.

She shuttered her extra sight, bringing the man’s face back into focus. “I am not here to negotiate with you.” Her voice was no louder than a whisper.

His eyes widened. He spread his arms out on both sides of him, attempting to press himself into the wall. Kyara didn’t move from her position a hairbreadth away. She didn’t need to touch him, but he didn’t know that.

“Whatever His Majesty believes I’ve stolen, I will return, threefold. I am but a simple man. A husband and father.” He waved a pudgy hand at the woman in the corner. “I give tribute for all I collect, I pay on time and—” His pleas became a drone in her ears, mingling with those of a hundred other men who had begged for their lives over the years. Other men in other homes like this, the ramshackle dwelling a palace in comparison to the others in the village. Thick rugs covered the dirt floor, and real glass hung in the windows. The enticing aroma of okra and butter tickled her nose. Some unidentifiable spice hung in the air, as well. Fresh vegetables, seasonings, real butter—these luxuries were virtually unknown to most people in the Midcountry.

Though her mouth watered, she never ate the food of the dead.


Guest Post: Visual Inspiration & Worldbuilding

Last Christmas my family decided to escape the frigid east coast weather and spend the holiday in Palm Springs, CA. I’d never been there before, but once I arrived I realized that this place where the was desert surrounded by mountains was exactly how I’d envisioned one of the countries in my fantasy world: I had arrived in Lagrimar.

Palm DesertThe mountains are a huge part of the worldbuilding in the Earthsinger Chronicles series. The country of Lagrimar is completely surrounded, cut off from the rest of the world by this natural barrier, as well as a magical one. Driving down the highway through the Palm Desert with the imposing peaks towering over me was deeply inspiring and helped me sink into the world I was creating.

But it’s not always possible to travel to the exact place your story is set. Some of the other locations were shaped and polished by virtue of me stumbling across images accidentally. Like this one of Horseshoe Bend, AZ, which becomes Serpent’s Gorge in the book.

Horseshoe BendAnd this article about toxic lakes and the petrified animals in them haunted me until it found its way into the novel.

Lake NatronThe sights, sounds and smells of reality all go into making a fantasy world work. Once a location is real to me and I can live inside it in my head, then I know it’s ready to put to the page.


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Leslye Penelope believes love is magic and likes her romance with a healthy dose of imagination. She’s been writing since she could hold a pen and is the author of new adult, fantasy, and paranormal romance with multicultural characters.

At one time or another she’s been a filmmaker, tape dubber, tech support specialist, model, poll worker, professor, and DJ. She has a quote from The Matrix tattooed on her arm and sometimes dreams in HTML. After living on both coasts, she settled in Maryland with her husband and their furry dependents: an eighty-pound lap dog and an aspiring feral cat.

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Book Blitz: Temtped to Touch by Nigeria Lockley

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Kira Seagram is frustrated by her husband Mason’s zeal for the Lord, so she pours all of her attention into her work and reserves her soprano singing skills for the shower. Kira would rather not use them if she get can’t the adoration and recognition she feels she deserves and doubts she’ll find singing lead for Mason’s choir. When a routine drop off at her son, Nate’s private school turns into a ten-year reunion with her ex-boyfriend, Quincy McAdams, Kira isn’t interested in Mason’s half-hearted affection or willing to keep her voice to herself. With a firm offer from Quincy to help Kira cut a demo and possibly revive the love they let die, Kira has some choices to make. When Kira finds herself tempted to touch will she remain faithful to her husband or yield to the desires of her flesh?


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lockley_author-photoI just wanted to write this story that was in my head. A passion project. At least that was what I thought. About a month after I started writing Tempted… I kept hearing the protagonist’s voice directly—like she wanted to tell the story herself. But I didn’t want her to. I found myself fighting with the first person.
I share just about everything I do. I’m a reality TV star without a show. However, I do have a blog. When I found myself at a writing halt, I voiced my struggle my blog, The Neophyte Author and tried to run away from the first person narrator even after my sister-author-friend, Unoma Nwankwor told me I could do it. The running stopped once I received a phone call from the one and only Michelle Stimpson—author, educator, and my unofficial mentor (I dubbed her my mentor in head, but that’s another story). She’s written over twenty books and more than half of them are in first person. Michelle was kind enough to walk me through her decision to write her first novel, Boaz Brown, in first person. It was very natural and easy f her during that instance because she and the protagonist of Boaz Brown shared a lot of the same issues.
Instantly I knew why I no longer had a passion for my passion project. Kira was me and I was Kira. Married and in trouble. When I began Tempted to Touch, my husband and I were in this awful and icky place that is usually filled with cussing and drink throwing on reality TV. Since I’m Christian it was filled with a lot of “Satan I rebuke you” and “The devil is a liar”. I realized then that I would be writing my unhappiness. That wasn’t something I felt comfortable with at the same time I knew that Tempted to Touch was a story that needed to be told. Of course, to keep things on the up and up between my husband and I embellished a bit and gave the characters issues to fight about that were slightly different from ours. Regardless of the changes, I believe that I’ve found healing in certain areas of my marriage and I know that God will use this story to help other women find some healing in their marriage.


Nigeria Lockley possesses two Master’s degrees, one in English Secondary Education, which she utilizes as an educator with the New York City Department of Education. Her second Master’s degree is in Creative Writing. Born at Dawn is Nigeria’s first published novel. Nigeria serves as the Vice President of Bridges Family Services, a not-for-profit organization that assists student parents interested in pursuing a degree in higher education. She is also the deaconess and clerk for her spiritual home King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Church of God. Nigeria is a New York native who resides in Harlem with her husband and two daughters. Join her online at




Cover Reveal: Christmas with the Houstons by D. Kelly


Cover Reveal: Christmas with the Houstons by D. Kelly (Book 4 of The Acceptance Series)
Release Date: November 23, 2015


Jake and April’s long-awaited delivery date is getting closer by the day. After thirteen years together, they are finally going to be parents. This should be the most exciting time of their lives except they are now faced with obstacles they never imagined.

Jake Houston is at his wits end and is taking it out on his wife. Work is a nightmare ever since his brother, Connor, joined the family business. As excited as he is to finally become a father, the stresses of day to day life are really bringing him down. When April drops a bombshell on him and tries to bring her work into their home life, it’s what he’s always dreamed of and his biggest nightmare all at once.

April Houston loves her husband with all her heart and knows he’s struggling. She wants to make things easier for him but oversteps some major boundaries in the process. Can Jake and April’s love conquer her major misstep? Or will this couple realize marriage isn’t all they thought it would be and throw in the towel?

Come celebrate Christmas with your favorite Acceptance Series characters and find out.



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I’m a wife, a mom and a dog lover. I’m also a taxi, problem fixer, extreme multi-tasker and my kids biggest fan in anything that they do. I love to write, so when my career suddenly derailed I turned back to my love of writing. I married my high school sweetheart… how cool is that? Margaritas and sarcasm make me happy. Chocolate makes that happiness grow exponentially. People who make me laugh are my favorite kind of people. I believe Karma is a bitch who slaps back hard and that mean people suck. I’m California born and raised, I love the beach but hate the sand. The Acceptance Series is my first series with more books to come soon.
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Release Blitz: Touch the Dark boxed set

Touch The Dark

12 Fantasy, Sci/Fi, Paranormal Interracial Romances from Bestselling Authors

He lingers in the shadows, eager to caress your soul.
Hushed whispers call out to you, luring you toward the darkness.
Beneath the wavering fear, a fever rises within. Lust, ecstasy…
Don’t be afraid. Before death, pleasure is guaranteed.
Close your eyes, reach out to the unknown…

Angel Rising ~ LaVerne Thompson
“To live, she must feed her hollow soul.”

Silent Screams ~ Yvonne Nicolas
“Torn Between darkness and light, can Rayne save mankind?”

Nylora’s Fate ~ Serenity King
“Unleashed passion has led Nylora to a fate unknown.”

Sable ~ Dariel Raye
“Orderly attorney, fiery sentinel wolf, made for each other.”

A Kiss of Ashen Twilight ~ Rae Lori
“Worlds collide when a Nightwalker and Fae fall in love.”

Homebound ~ Ursula Sinclair
“We don’t belong here.”

With Friends Like These ~ Stephanie Williams
“With friends like these who needs sex toys?”

Hunter’s Hit List ~ Lolah Lace
“Hunt or be hunted.”

AngelBorn ~ L. Penelope
“He gave up eternity for love… and lost.”

Birth ~ Krystell Lake
“Everlasting life comes with a price… her freedom.”

Spirited Away ~ Ines Johnson
“The trip to find herself led out of this world.”

The Alphas & Olivia ~ Bria Knight
“Two males, one female, what’s a werewolf to do?”

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strong-enough-promoI am a huge fan of Nia Forrester’s novels and novellas. She writes about complicated relationships, families, love and all of its foibles in such a way that I never get enough of it. Today she shares some insight to her latest book, Ivy’s League (which I’ve already devoured and will be reviewing soon).

Dive into her sample: I’m convinced you’ll want to read this fantastic book!

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Release Blitz: Autumn Kisses by Té Russ

When Rowan Hunter begins to suffer from a bout of the proverbial writer’s block, his editor offers up his beach cottage in Martha’s Vineyard. Prepared to relax, unwind and pray that the words begin to flow again, he gets an unexpected surprise one evening.

To the world she is known as the eccentric jazz singer Sapphire Woods. But to the small town of Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts on the Vineyard, she is simply Laurel Asher, their best kept secret. In need of some time out of the spotlight to work on her next album, Laurel goes to the one place that’s always been home.

Thanks to a misunderstanding Laurel and Rowan end up under the same roof. As the house has more than enough room, they decide to share the place. But what neither of them expects is the sensual attraction that begins to build up.

As the color of the leaves begin to change and fall to the ground, these two find themselves falling as well–for each other.

Rowan breathed in and out deeply as he ran down the beach for his evening jog. There was something different…more peaceful getting his daily exercise done on the beach. Back in the city when he ran, the city smells of gas exhaust surrounded him, now he was taking in the salty sea air. Instead of listening to his music to block out the sounds of grumpy people and horns blaring in traffic, he was able to leave his headphones back at the house and just enjoy the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.
He’d been in Martha’s Vineyard for almost two weeks now and he’d fallen in love with the place. He could imagine staying there forever. It was as if time slowed down, even stood still out on the island. Especially since the vacation season had passed. He’d arrived at the perfect time and thank his lucky stars he’d even been able to write a little. It wasn’t much yet, but it was better than nothing.
He’d done as Harry asked and called to let him know when he’d arrived at the island. Harry told him, again, to make himself at home and take as much time as he needed using the house.
He’d spent the first few days exploring. His ego got a little boost by how many people recognized him and asked for his autograph or wanted their picture taken with him. But they weren’t over the top about his recognition, which he appreciated. The town of Oak Bluffs was low key and laid back.
Rowan made his way back to the house, waving and speaking to the few people along the beach, out for an evening stroll. Once he was on the porch he stomped his shoes, getting the sand off of them before he walked into the house. After he felt like he wouldn’t leave a trail of sand in the house, he went in through the kitchen entrance off the side of the house.
He went straight for the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water out and drank it down in a few gulps. He grabbed the hoodie he’d worn to fight off the evening chill and was about to pull it over his head and start for the shower when he heard a click behind him.
His pulse began to quicken, recognizing the distinct sound of a gun being cocked.
“Don’t move.”
He raised an eyebrow and felt something further south raise as well. He hadn’t expected the person he was sure had a gun pointed at the back of his head to have a voice so silky, so smooth and so damned arousing.
You could very well be shot right now, he told himself, and you’re turned on by the sound of your possible killer’s voice.
He shook his head as a chuckle slipped out.
“I said don’t move,” she said, more firmly.
“Hey,” he said, calmly. “There must be some kind of mistake.”
He was about to speak again, when he heard the sound of a low menacing growl.
Great, she has an attack dog too.
“You’ve got five seconds to explain what the hell you’re doing in my house.”
“Your house?”
“Yes, this is my home. And you’re trespassing.”
“I’m not trespassing…can I at least turn around?” he asked.
He could sense her hesitation. Finally she said, “Slowly, with your hands up.”
He did as he was told and for a brief second he thought he might have already died and gone to heaven. The woman in front of him looked like an angel, with her big halo of tight curls spiraling around her face and across her shoulders.
She stood there, gun pointed at him with her feet braced firmly apart ready to pull the trigger if he so much as blinked wrong. And beside her was a bullmastiff standing tall and looking ready to defend its mistress. The dog was so massive, he stopped above the woman’s waist. He wondered if she walked or rode the huge animal.
“I’m not trespassing,” he repeated. “I was invited.”
“By whom?” she demanded.
“Harry Asher.”
He could tell by the look on her face that she recognized the name. She took one hand off of the gun and reached into her pocket.
“Don’t move,” she said again, as she pulled out a phone. She dialed a number and put the phone on speaker.
“Lolo! How are you, my girl?”
Rowan instantly recognized Harry’s voice. He would have breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn’t feel like he was in the clear yet.
“Uncle Harry?” she said, her voice full of apprehension. “Is someone staying at the beach house?”
“Yes, I sent one of my clients out there. He needed somewhere he could write in peace. I didn’t tell you since you’ve been out in L.A. for a while.”
“Well, I’m not in L.A. anymore,” she mumbled.
“You’re not? Wait…are you at the beach house?”
“Yes, I’m at the beach house.”
Harry must have heard something in her tone, because suddenly his voice was frantic as he said, “Christ Laurel! Put the gun down.”
Clearly Harry knew his niece well. What was probably more accurate was he’d taught his niece well.
She instantly dropped the gun to her side.
“Coltrane!” Harry said next. “Stand down boy.”
The once intimidating dog, whimpered, tucked his head and laid down at Laurel’s feet.
“Hunter? Are you okay?”
Rowan removed the hoodie from his head and watched as Laurel’s eyes grew wide with recognition.
“I’m fine Harry,” Rowan said. “But thanks for helping get things cleared up.”
“No problem. How’s the writing going?”
“It’s getting better.”
“Good. I’ve got a dinner meeting so I will let the two of you hash the rest of this out yourselves. Oh and Lolo?”
“Yes, Uncle Harry.”
“Put my gun back. And apologize,” he ordered, before hanging up the phone.
Laurel slid her phone back in her pocket and glanced up at Rowan.
“I really am sorry,” she said quietly, looking embarrassed.
Rowan grinned at her and said, “You were protecting what was yours, right? I’m just glad we got things worked out before you actually used that thing.”
“It’s just that sometimes squatters try and stay in the vacation homes in the off season.”
“You don’t have to explain anymore. But how about we do some proper introductions,” he said, walking toward her.
He held his hand out to her. “I’m–”
“Rowan Hunter,” she said, slipping her hand into his.
He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“I recognized you after you took your hood off,” she said, sheepishly.
“Next thing you’re going to tell me is you’ve read all of my books and you’re a huge fan,” he teased.
He watched the corner of her mouth tilt upward as she said, “Your headshot in your books doesn’t do you justice. You’re much more handsome in person.”
“Is that a fact?”
She smiled again and pulled her hand away from his. “I’m Laurel,” she said.
“Harry talks about you all of the time,” Rowan informed her.
“He probably exaggerates,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“And who is the behemoth?” he asked, although he’d already heard Harry called the dog by his name.
“This is Coltrane,” she answered.
“Interesting name. Hey, there Coltrane.”
At the sound of his name, Coltrane barked and stood on his hind legs. Rowan held his hand out and Coltrane sniffed it for a second. Once the dog decided he wasn’t a threat after all, Coltrane swiped his large tongue across Rowan’s hand.
“Well,” he said, trying shake the slobber off of his hand, “it’s nice to meet you too, Coltrane.”
He looked up at Laurel and grinned. “And it’s nice to meet you, Laurel, despite the circumstances.”
She hung her head, blushing again. “You have to let me find a way to make it up to you.”
“That’s not necessary–”
“I insist,” she interrupted. “I just got in, so I’m feeling kind of gritty from the plane ride. So how about we get cleaned up and then we can go out for dinner. My treat.”
“Okay,” he relented. “I’m in the master bedroom, if that’s where you stay I can get my stuff and go upstairs to shower.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “The second story suite is my favorite spot anyway.”
He nodded then they turned in opposite directions to head for their bedrooms.


Té Russ found solace in reading at an early age and a vehicle which broadened her horizons. As an adolescent she used writing to express her unspoken words. Since then, she has gone from writing stories in diaries to attending college for journalism and falling in love, which has allowed those youthful words of love to blossom into a series of stories in her romance novels. This Texas wife and mother of three can be found reading, skydiving, cheering for her MMA fighting husband at, buzzing down the interstate on the back of motorcycles, or kayaking.


Blog Tour: Best Kept Secrets by Shelly Ellis

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Between the fall-out from his father’s latest shady business dealings and his wife Charisse’s alcoholism, Evan Murdoch has his hands full. But he should be most concerned about the scandalous affair Charisse is having right under his nose–with his half-brother. Evan’s being pushed to the edge, and no one knows that better than Leila Hawkins…

Leila is back in Chesterton, divorced, penniless, and desperate enough to do anything to save her mother’s home from foreclosure–including turning to Evan, her former best friend. But Evan isn’t interested in friendship. Instead he makes Leila a shocking indecent proposal…

Meanwhile, Evan’s newlywed sister, Paulette, wants to be the perfect wife. But a blackmailing bad boy ex has reappeared in her life–and he’s threatening to reveal her most painful secret…

The scandals just won’t quit–and for everyone involved, desire, betrayal, and lies are all in a day’s work…


Hey, sexy,” a female voice said from over Evan’s shoulder. He turned to find one of Paulette’s bridesmaids smiling up at him. She laid a warm hand on his arm. “Wanna dance, baby?”

“There you go! A distraction, Ev,” Terrence said. “Just what the doctor ordered! Go out there and get your groove on, boy!”

“Uh, I’m married,” Evan muttered to her, holding up his ring finger and ignoring his brother. He returned his gaze to the ballroom.

“So! I’m not asking you to run away with me! I’m just asking you to dance,” the bridesmaid persisted. She wrapped an arm lazily around his shoulders. “Come on! Dance with me!”

Evan narrowed his eyes down at her.

Her name was Angie. Or was it Amy? Something that begins with an A, he thought.
Loose curls had fallen out of her chignon and one lock hung limply over her heavy-lidded, glazed brown eyes. One of the straps of her satin dress was hanging off her shoulder, revealing the lace bra underneath.

If he had wanted to dance with a drunken woman tonight, he would have just asked his wife for a twirl on the dance floor.

“Look, why don’t I do this?” he asked, gently shifting the young woman toward the bar counter. “Instead of us dancing, why don’t I get you a cup of coffee?” He then motioned to get the bartender’s attention.

“I don’t need a cup of coffee,” the bridesmaid argued. “I said I wanna dance!”
She then shoved away from Evan and turned, snagging the heel of one of her stilettos in the hem of her dress. She stumbled forward with arms flailing wildly.

“Oh!” Terrence shouted. “There she goes!”

Both brothers caught her just before she tumbled.

“You got her?” Terrence asked, shifting her toward his older brother.

Evan nodded, slowly bringing her back to feet. “Yeah, I got her.”

The bridesmaid gazed up at Evan and Terrence woozily. She slumped against the older brother’s broad shoulder. “I don’t . . . I don’t feel so well. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Sick?” Terrence exclaimed. He eased back and pointed at his tuxedo. “Oh, no! Not on this! This is a Tom Ford.”

“You’re a real prince, Terry,” Evan murmured sarcastically. He then returned his attention to the bridesmaid. “Let’s get you out of here. I’ll get you to the ladies’ room. All right?”

She closed her eyes and weakly nodded.

Evan guided her across the crowded ballroom to the double doors, drawing a few curious stares from wedding guests. There was nothing he hated more than making a scene. Having a woman besides his wife clinging to him was bound to cause some talk, but he couldn’t let her stumble drunkenly around the reception, or worse—lose her five-star dinner right there on the parquet dance floor. Like with his wife, Charisse, it was better to spirit away the bridesmaid to a place where she could recover privately. Terrence was obviously no help so Evan would have to take care of this himself.

Evan stepped into the carpeted foyer with his arm wrapped around her waist and her arm draped around his neck.

“I’m really going to be sick,” she murmured again.

“I know. I know. I’m working on it,” he grumbled, glancing frantically around him.
He struggled to remember where he had last seen a women’s bathroom. Finally, he saw a few women streaming out of a door on the other side of the foyer’s winding staircase. He walked toward them and started to ask if one of them could help him, but when the women’s bathroom door opened again, the words halted in his throat.
Leila Hawkins stepped out of the tiled bathroom into the foyer. She dropped a compact into her clutch purse, snapped the steel clasp shut, and looked up to find Evan staring at her. Her mouth fell open in shock.

“Evan,” she whispered breathlessly.

His jaw clenched. “Leila.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Leila was as gorgeous and sexy now as she had been ten years ago. The only thing that was different was her hair. It was shorter now, chin-length and cut in a fashionable bob. He also noticed that she was wearing heels, something she had never worn when they were younger because she had said she didn’t know how to walk in them.

Her honey-hued skin glowed under the foyer’s chandelier lights, and she looked elegant and alluring in the simple pale yellow cocktail dress that hugged every delectable curve in just the right place.

She doesn’t have a right to look this good, he thought. He’d prefer for her to be a hunchbacked cyclops, or at least to have gained forty pounds or more. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about reacting to her like the way his body was responding now.


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Shelly Ellis is a NAACP Image Award-nominated women’s fiction/romance author and creator of the Gibbons Gold Digger series. Her fiction writing career began when she became one of four finalists in a First-Time Writers Contest when she was 19 years old. The prize was a publishing contract and having her first short-story romance appear in an anthology. She has since published five novels and has been chosen as a finalist for 2015 NAACP Image Award in the Literary Fiction Category, 2012 African American Literary Award in the romance category, and won a 2013 Angie Award.

She is married and lives in Maryland with her husband and their daughter.


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Hi everyone, my name is Paul and I’m a recovering sex addict. I’ve been managing my addiction for two years.

Paul McNeill loves sex.  Good sex. Bad sex. Oral sex.  Any kind of sex.  You name it; he loves it.  But Paul’s biggest passion is his greatest flaw.  As a recovering sex addict, he’s been abstaining and managing his addiction for over two years.  Now, all the wants is to fall in love and find that certain someone he can settle down with.

But when he finds himself on his knees on Elle Jacoby’s damp lawn, he knows there’s going to be trouble.  Elle quickly becomes Paul’s biggest challenge yet.  She’s instantly set him ablaze while he begs to be hosed down. As he gets to know her more, the flames burn even hotter.

How can he resist a hot divorcee who’s amped up to have all the fun she’s missed?

Warning: For mature audiences only. If you don’t like graphic sex, sex talk and curse words in books this story isn’t for you.

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     “Elle, have you ever considered that the whole bunch of men looking to hook-up on Tinder could be bad apples?”

      “You’re so funny!”

      “I’m not joking,” I say.

      “Seriously Paul, I’ve decided to throw myself back into the game.”

      “But Tinder’s not really a game, Elle . . . it’s more like the mosh pit. What if you get head butted again?”

      “I’ve realized the mistake I made. This time I’m going to spell it out to the dude before we get to the sexing.”

      “Spell it out, huh?”

      “Yeah, no weird stuff like latex or furry suits. No demeaning talk or behavior. No bondage. No threesomes.”

      “Or foursomes?” I ask.

       “Ewww, no!” she says.

       “Are you trying to make me feel bad?”

       “What? No, why?”

       “I told you about my foursome.”

       “Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot about that. That was when you were a man-whore.”

       “Yes, thanks, although I prefer the term ‘sex fiend’.”

       “Well . . . that’s still what you told me.”

       “I did. So see, I’m the very guy you wouldn’t want to sleep with.”


       “Yet, you pretty much asked me to screw you when we met. Do you see how complicated this is?”

       “Can I ask you something, Paul?

       “Sure, why not? You know so much about me already.”

      “Did you do men too back during your sex fiend days?”

       I almost drop the phone. “Sex with dudes? No! Why would you ask that?”

       “So your orgy was really just you and a bunch of women. Did you have a harem or something?”

       “I could have.”

       She huffs into the phone. “Oh really? A harem? What if you’re making all this stuff up? Why should I believe you and all your big talk?”

       “If you don’t believe me, I don’t care. It doesn’t change anything.”

       “What if you made up all those sexy stories . . . like that you were addicted to sex. What if you’re really more like your accountant brother?”

      I feel the vein pop out on my forehead. Why is she screwing with me?

      “I know what this is about,” I whisper in a dark voice.

      “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

      “You’re provoking me, trying to get me to come over there and fuck you and break my oath. Well, it’s not going to happen.”


      “Yup, good.”

      “Because you know what, mister? You don’t fit into my profile anyway.”

      “Oh that’s rich. You must have one hell of a profile.”

      “Well look at you. You’re searching for a little complacent wifey who will roast your chicken and birth you a bevy of babies.”

      “Roast my chicken? What’s that a metaphor for?”

      “It’s not a metaphor, it’s dinner.”

      I roll my eyes. “You’re pretty weird, you know.”

      “And you don’t want to fuck anymore and nothing’s weirder than that . . . so who’s calling the kettle black?”

      “Who says I don’t want to fuck? I never said that. I want it.”


      “Sure.” I want it bad. So bad it hurts, but I don’t tell her that.

      “So it’s that you just don’t want to fuck me?”

      “Oh, I want to fuck you. Right now I want to throw you on the bed and ride you so hard you won’t be able to walk the next day.”

       There’s a long silent pause. Maybe that was too much.

       “Ms. Jacoby, are you still there?”

        “I’m here, Paul Junior. I’m just distracted thinking about you throwing me on the bed.”

       “And mounting you?”


       I hear a soft moan.

       “And fucking you hard?”

       “God, yes.”

      “So you really want that, do you?”

      “You’re cruel. Are you going to make me beg for it?”


      “Please . . . Paul, are you touching yourself? Because I am.”

      I pause.



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Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director Bob Clampett, grew up surrounded by artists and animators. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, she has been VP of Design for Warner Brothers Studio Stores and taught photography at UCLA. Today she runs her own studio and as the Fine Art publisher for Warner Brothers Studios has come to know and work with some of the world’s greatest artists in the fields of animation and comics.

From this colorful background comes Ruth’s first novel, Animate Me, a fun and sexy, unique and engaging contemporary romance.

Ruth lives and works in Los Angeles, strictly supervised by her teenage daughter, who helps plan their summer around their yearly pilgrimage to the San Diego Comic Con.

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Review: Boyfriend by Faye McCray



BF Cover Final (Online)Boyfriend by Faye McCray

ISBN: 1508818142
Publisher: CreateSpace
Pages: 332 Paperback; 214 Kindle
Publication Date: 3/23/2015
Genre(s): New Adult, Multicultural, Romance, Literary
Intended for mature readers.


Nate Best enrolled in college to escape a painful and complicated past. Together with his roommate, he parties more than he studies and sleeps with girls like it’s a Division I sport. When Kerry Wallace, an innocent young woman from a privileged background captures his interest, he jumps at the challenge. He eagerly denies all he ever was for the chance to be someone completely different with her. Before long, he starts to believe he can be. 

When Kerry’s best friend, Jayna Lavajo, sees right through his good boy façade, he is irrepressibly drawn to her. Unable to resist her wild beauty, unapologetic spirit and charm, he finds himself on the verge of destroying everything. Tangled in a web of lies, lust and deceit, Nate is finally forced to confront the past he tried so desperately to escape.


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I always like when I get to delve into the mind of a male character, especially when it’s a story about relationships. Boyfriend by Faye McCray gives you that opportunity. Nate wants to reinvent himself. He wants to put his difficult past behind him and thinks his relationship with Kerry, who comes from a very privileged background, will help him escape his past. Like so many social chameleons, he begins to believe in the version of himself he has created. But then he meets Kerry’s best friend, Jayna, and suddenly Nate cannot hide behind his carefully constructed facade. She sees through it and him better than anyone else, and it’s not long before Nate finds himself unable to resist being drawn to her free spirit.

Boyfriend is an interesting story of love and identity. Though I felt the beginning was slow going, the story soon picked up and I was able to empathise with Nate, even as he behaves badly. There were times when I wanted to scream at him (and Jayna) but that is always a good sign for me–it means the author has succeeded in getting me to feel something for her characters.  Boyfriend is not an easy story–if you don’t like stories about cheating, then this probably isn’t the story for you. But if you like stories about complicated relationships and what can be the impetus to someone thinking they want one person while longing for another, then you should definitely give Boyfriend a try.

While I enjoyed reading Boyfriend, I felt like it ended a little too abruptly. It would be interesting to revisit the characters and find out if Nate’s decisions lead him to becoming the person he thinks he wants to be.

My rating: 3.5 stars

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