Blog

Out Now: Burning for Him by Kristine Cayne #MFRWAuthor #MWTease #99cents

Welcome to MidWeek Tease, where authors share tempting snippets to tide you over till the weekend. A huge shout out to author Angelica Dawson for hosting our blog hop every week!

All you Need is Love just released last week and is available for a limited time for just $.99!

You won’t want to miss Kristine Cayne’s contribution Burning for Him, from which we’ve drawn our Tease for this week. Should I mention there are firefighters?

Burning for Him by Kristine Cayne

EXCERPT

Val’s head hurt like a motherfucker. He cracked open an eye and was immediately seized by an intense feeling of disorientation. The bright paint on the walls seemed to attack his brain like a madman with the pick end of a Halligan. Why were the walls yellow? They were supposed to be gray-blue. The walls in his own bedroom were the soothing color of the ocean, not this aggressively happy sunshine color.

Rolling his head to the side, carefully, he spied a brown shoulder attached to a broad muscular back. The skin was so smooth and perfect he wanted to lick it.

That’s when he remembered—he had licked it. The man’s back and so much more.

Oh God. He hadn’t wanted to sleep with Chris. Okay, he had wanted to, but he hadn’t planned to.

It had been good though. So damn good. He smiled at the memory of Chris’s mouth stretched wide, that plump bottom lip he’d fantasized about cushioning his cockhead while the man’s tongue rolled around and around. Val let out an involuntary moan as his dick hardened and his belly clenched with need.

Sex with Chris had been amazing, even if all they’d done was give each other blow jobs. He could only wonder how good it would be when—no! Yes, when—Chris took his ass. His cock was long and thick, and Val wanted it inside him.

Damn. Val scratched at his already too long beard. He shouldn’t be here. This was going to be nothing but awkward at the station.

Chris rolled over. “Morning.”

Before Val could force enough blood back into his brain to respond, Chris pulled him against that wide muscular chest. His warm brown skin was smooth, almost hairless, and the dark, flat nipples made Val’s mouth water. He inhaled sharply, and Chris’s scent—a mix of cologne, sex, and Chris himself—invaded his nostrils. Val wanted to burrow under the covers and draw it deep into his lungs, mark himself with it. Jesus. What the fuck was wrong with him?

“You okay?” Chris asked in a sleep-laden voice that had Val’s morning wood jerking against the man’s leg. Chris snorted. “Ah… I see. That I can help you with.”

And without another word, he rolled them over so Val was on top of him. It felt as good as it had the previous morning. He loved that he could lie on Chris like this, their entire bodies connected. It was so completely different than being with Francesca. Thank God.

You don’t have time for this.

Shit. He didn’t want this, not a boyfriend or even a friend with benefits. Hell, he barely had time for the occasional Grindr hookup.

And the longer he lingered, the harder it was going to be to let Chris go.

“I-I’ve got to…” Val said, climbing off Chris. He stood and scanned the room for his jeans. After finding them hanging off the back of Chris’s dresser, he hurried to pull them on. With a feeling of déjà vu, he hopped around on one foot, nearly tripping and falling on his face. Damn it. He’d done this exact same thing two days ago when Holly had been banging on his door.

Holly. “Oh shit. I really need to go.” He glanced at his watch. It wasn’t a lie. He had to be at her place in fifteen minutes to pick up the kids or she’d be late for work. Holly was going to fucking kill him.

Looking like a mouthful of sex, Chris leaned against the headboard, the white sheet falling nonchalantly over his naked hips. Val swallowed his tongue.

“You free tonight?” Chris asked. “We could go out for dinner or back to O’Riley’s for a drink.”

Hell no! Val bent down to pick up his shirt and tugged it over his head so Chris couldn’t read his expression. The last place he wanted to be seen alone with Chris was at a firefighter hangout. “I can’t tonight. Sorry, dude.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. He’d be watching Mia and Charlie while Holly was on shift.

“Dude, huh?” Val heard the creak of the bed as Chris got up. His large hand clamped onto Val’s shoulder and spun him around. “How about tomorrow then?”

“Nope. Already got plans… Family stuff, you know?” Not a lie either.

Completely undeterred, Chris persisted. “Okay, well, the day after is out because we’re both working. What about the day after that?”

Val quickly averted his gaze and scooped up his shoes. “Sorry. Got plans then too.”

Chris took a step back and crossed his arms over that ripped chest. Val went through great pains to avoid staring or letting his gaze drop a few feet lower to take in that glorious erection in all its sleek nakedness. He should just leave. He wanted to leave. But Chris was blocking the way to the door.

“What I can’t figure out,” Chris said, tapping a finger on his lip, “is whether you’re blowing me off because you think you’re straight and that last night was a mistake, or whether you’re blowing me off because I’m black and last night was a mistake.”

“Fuck, Chris,” Val said, his chest heaving with shock. “I knew you were black when I came home with you.”

“And now the thought of dating a black man scares the shit out of you.”

“Dating?” Jesus. He didn’t plan on dating anyone, especially not Chris.

“I like you, Val. And I want to get to know you better.”

Breathe. Val hugged his shoes to his chest. He really shouldn’t have come here last night. He should’ve had one or two drinks, then gone to Holly’s to pick up Mia. That was what a responsible father did. But he hadn’t done that, because being with Chris had felt too good. Sure, they were next to strangers, but if he allowed it, they could be so much more. He knew it, felt it in his bones. And therein lay the danger. “I-I’m sorry. I really can’t.”

“Are you seeing someone?”

“No.” Val bent down to put his shoes on. When he straightened, Chris’s gaze was on him. His head was tilted to the side as though he were scrutinizing an intriguing problem, trying to determine the best way to attack a challenging fire.

After a few long, tense moments, Chris’s lips pursed. “You’re not out, are you?”

BLURB

Valerio DeLuca, firefighter and single father, is struggling to juggle his demanding job, his young daughter, and his dreams of working on Seattle Fire Department’s technical rescue team. Most of all, he’s been struggling to hide his bisexuality from his family and coworkers.

In walks Chris Edwards, the tall, black, and incredibly handsome firefighter determined to forget the past, forget the breakup that left his heart in tatters, and start afresh at Station 59. Never again will he get involved with a man who has children. Losing a child he’d come to think of as his own just about killed him.

When Chris meets Val, he knows that Val is the man who can bring him back to life, the one who can help him to feel joy again. That is, until he learns Val’s secret.

BLURB: All You Need is Love

Limited Edition Boxed Set

Romance Collections is proud to present these fourteen stories of love that knows no boundaries. Like rivers flowing through the canvas of earth, these stories will run deep, touch softly and leave you breathless.
No matter who it is with, passion is magnificent, desires are bold, and love is beautiful.

Stories by Tamsin Baker, Jess Buffett,‎ Kristine Cayne,‎ Adriana Kraft,‎ Cate Farren,‎ Valerie Ullmer,‎ Kai Tyler,‎ Lexi Thorne,‎ Izzy Szyn,‎ Aeryn Jaden, Dana Kenzi, Celia Fay, and Dani Gray.

BUY LINKS ~ Just $.99

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078PZR8HY

iTunes:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/all-you-need-is-love/id1330261438?mt=11

B&N:  https://m.barnesandnoble.com/w/all-you-need-is-love-tamsin-baker/1127753593?ean=2940154950586

Kobo:  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/all-you-need-is-love-27

ABOUT KRISTINE CAYNE

Kristine Cayne is the author of romantic suspense, erotic romance, and lgbt romance. Her books have won numerous awards and acclaim. Her first book, Deadly Obsession, was an RT Book Reviews Top Pick and won Best Romance in the 2012 eFestival of Words Best of the Independent eBook Awards. Her second book, Deadly Addiction, won two awards at the 2014 eFestival of Words and 1st place in the INDIE Awards, Romantic Suspense Category (a division of Chanticleer Book Reviews Blue Ribbon Writing Contests).

Her book Under His Command won Best BDSM Romance at the 2012 Sizzling Awards and was a finalist in the 2013 eFestival of Words and 2013 RONE (Reward of Novel Excellence) Awards, and her book Everything Bared was a finalist in the Erotic category of the I Heart Indie awards.

www.kristinecayne.com

Links

Website: kristinecayne.com

Newsletter: http://www.kristinecayne.com/newsletter/

Blog: http://www.kristinecayne.com/blog/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KristineCayneAuthor

Facebook Reader Group:

https://www.facebook.com/groups/FansKristineCayneBooks/

Twitter: http://twitter.com/KristineCayne

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kristinecayne/

o ~ o ~ o ~ o

And don’t forget to check out the teases from these other marvelous authors!

 

Out Now! Wide Awake by Aeryn Jaden #MFRWAuthor #ManLove #99cents

All You Need is Love

A Limited Edition Collection

Romance Collections is proud to present these fourteen stories of love that knows no boundaries. Like rivers flowing through the canvas of earth, these stories will run deep, touch softly and leave you breathless.

No matter who it is with, passion is magnificent, desires are bold, and love is beautiful.

Contains fourteen marvelous stories from Tamsin Baker;‎ Jess Buffett,‎ Kristine Cayne,‎ Adriana Kraft,‎ Cate Farren,‎ Valerie Ullmer,‎ Kai Tyler,‎ Lexi Thorne,‎ Izzy Szyn,‎ Aeryn Jaden, Dana Kenzi, Celia Fay, and Dani Gray.

For a limited time:
$.99 at these outlets!

Amazon , Barnes&Noble, Kobo and iTunes

Aeryn Jaden’s contribution is an extended version of an old story of hers, Wide Awake, which was previously published and an entry in the ManLove Fantasies Contest.

Breath of Life

Book 1

Wide Awake

Heat rating 4

Blurb:

Than has his life figured out. He’s a fleet security officer, he’s exploring the space and is happily unattached. Nothing out of ordinary.

Until everything goes wacko. Suddenly the ship he’s stationed on is malfunctioning, he’s rudely awoken from cryo by a pole crashing on his capsule and has…memories he shouldn’t have. What the hell is happening? He’d better figure it out, and soon, lives may just depend on it.

Excerpt

He was suffocating.

*Where was I?* It was dark and void. He could hear only the beats of his heart and his faible struggles to breathe. He could not move. He could not think. Where was he? K’Aran! His drakar will know, he will come. K’Aran was a great warrior even among his people. He will not let Than die, of that the human was sure. That did not mean Than was a weakling. After all, he’d been a lieutenant in the AEF- The Alliance Exploration Forces, sometimes called the Alliance’s Army before… Before? Before what?

His struggles to breathe renewed, this time fuelled by despair and pure unaltered panic. Than knew it was important to remember something. He knew he had to open his eyes, to assess the situation and establish a perimeter of defence. Than knew what to do. He had trained his entire life to survive exactly this type of situations – waking up in a strange place, immobilised, no memory of how he’d got there. It was like a reminiscence of the special training course Than had taken after the Academy to qualify for deep space exploring. The memory of the torture they had subjected him and the others to, before allowing them to go on their first official mission was strangely calming. Than forcibly regulated his breathing, taking smaller and smaller gulps of air. Now that he was calm, he could feel that something was terribly wrong. And it wasn’t just  a bone-deep intuition. The air was wrong, too thin and cold for Arkana. It resembled… cryo regulated air. Medical kept the oxygen level thinner when resuscitating humans , something about not shocking their lungs. Only it was for a couple of minutes at most. Than had mentally counted five minutes from the moment he’d first regained a state of semi-consciousness.

His eyes did not want to cooperate. Than needed to see. He could smell something burning and that worried him. Arkana was very careful about wildfire as their homes were suspended constructions in  forests of wild vegetation. An uncontrolled fire was certain death for the prey that sustained the population. The people on Arkana were absolute carnivores unlike humans. They needed the animals to thrive and survive.

Both the cryo-air and the scent of smoke were becoming insistent, his lungs now struggling to inflate. A sick feeling started in his stomach but Than still did not want to think about why it all seemed so familiar.  By now another couple of minutes had passed… Wait, why am I waiting for the flux of air to change? His eyes popped open and Than screeched.

“No, no nonono!”

 

About the Author

Aeryn Jaden loves to read. Loves it so much that some days she doesn’t know what reality is anymore. Her friends and family usually have to yell a bit and remind her. Must be why she’s twenty eight and still searching for a special person of her own.
The second best thing in the world for Aeryn is writing. Writing keeps her relatively sane and clears the voices in her head clamoring for her attention (meaning the characters’ voices, she’s not that crazy to randomly hear voices! Yet.).
She was born in Romania but cannot stay put. One year you’ll find her in England, the next in Greece or Belgium. Who knows where her restless feet will carry her next… One thing remains constant and that is her totally healthy Internet addiction. So you can find her on Facebook or email her at aerynjaden@yahoo.com or better yet at her website http://aerynjadenauthor.weebly.com/. She’ll love to hear from you so please stop by!

Come stalk Aeryn!

Website, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr,

Twitter, Weebly, Amazon Author Page

 

Out Now! Wickedly Used, by Kryssie Fortune #MFRWAuthor @KryssieFortune #Regency #eroticromance

So excited to see Kryssie’s new release, and she’s stopped by for an interview, as well!

INTERVIEW

Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

My heroine, Lady Elizabeth Blayneton is an heiress, but she can’t inherit until she marries or turns thirty. Her uncle and guardian is determined she will marry his slack-mouthed son, but she’d rather not marry at all than wed him. Only she doesn’t want to die a virgin.

Tell us about your hero.

Brigade Major Lord Rothbury carries the wounds his first love inflicted when she threw him over for his father. To silence the gossip, his father packed him off to fight in the Peninsula war and squandered the family fortune on his new bride. When the current Lord Rothbury inherited, there was nothing but mortgages and debts. He’s been trying to put things right and provide for his sisters ever since. Waterloo looms, and he’s recalled to Wellington’s staff. Then there’s this serving girl who keeps ending up in his bed, only wedding her would cause another scandal and ruin his sisters’ future.

What genre are your books?

I write romance. Any sort. Paranormal or contemporary. Wickedly Used is my first Regency Romance, although it’s darker than many.

What draws you to this genre?

I write the books I like to read. There’s always a strong plot, with lots of adventure. Then there’s the sex. My pet hate is cliff hangers. Each book in either of my series can be read as stand-alone romance. Add in that I’m a sucker for a happy-ever-after, and you’ve got my writing style.

What is your favorite motivational phrase.

It’s one of Mohamed Ali’s catchphrases. “If my head can conceive it and my heart can believe it, then I can achieve it.”

How do you select the names of your characters?

I try to pick a name that fits the world they live in. My paranormal heroines are often named for herbs and flowers. For my contemporary characters, I look at popular names in the year they were born. Sometimes they shout at me that I’ve named them wrongly, but that doesn’t happen often. The heroine in my book Claimed by Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf went through three name changes before I got her name right.

Wickedly Used.

Release date – 17th February.

Publisher – Stormy Night Publications

Blurb

While he is no stranger to pleasurable company from ladies of the night, Major Richard Rothbury of the royal dragoons is not the kind of man who will stand idly by as a woman is taken against her will, and when he witnesses a disreputable cad attempting to force himself on a girl in a back alley, he does not hesitate to intervene.

But after the grateful young woman offers herself to Rothbury, he is shocked to discover that not only was she no harlot, she was a maiden and he has deflowered her. Furious at the girl’s scandalous behavior and her carelessness with her own safety, Rothbury chastises her soundly.

Though she is due to inherit one of the largest fortunes in England, the fact that she cannot touch the money until she marries or turns thirty has kept Elizabeth completely at the mercy of her cruel uncle, and for years she has been treated as if she were a servant. Her encounter with Lord Rothbury is by far the most exciting thing that has ever happened to her, but while he shows great concern for her safety, he refuses to believe that she is anything more than a serving girl.

Despite having made it clear that he doesn’t consider a match between them to be possible, when Elizabeth disobeys him Rothbury proves more than ready to strip her bare, punish her harshly, and then enjoy her beautiful body in the most shameful of ways. But can she dare to hope that he will one day make her his wife, or is she destined to spend her life being wickedly used?

Publisher’s Note: Wickedly Used: A Dark Regency Romance includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy links

Amazon USA     Amazon UK     Amazon Canada    Amazon Australia

Excerpt

The dragoon bristled when he glowered at Dawlish. Catching both her wrists in one hand, her rescuer held her at arms’ length. The breadth of his chest fascinated her, and she could sense his inner strength. She shuddered then stilled, but her heart still beat overtime in her chest.

Dawlish was older, with a thickset body and a mouth as mean as her uncle’s. Her dragoon’s good looks and protective manner delighted her. He had stepped in and saved her, sort of, but his gaze condemned her as Dawlish’s whore. He felt more friend than foe, but he looked ready to march away when she needed him to stay.

Lifting her head, she tried to sound brave. “Please, sir, let me pass.”

When he didn’t move, she tugged one hand free of his hold and shoved at his chest. He recaptured it in an instant. “Damn it, girl. Stand still for a minute.”

His touch sent a series of lightning strikes down her spine. Her nipples pearled and poked at the thin fabric of her gown. With him, she could fulfill her wickedest dream. The one where she gave her virginity to a handsome stranger. Memories of a stolen moment of passion would sustain her until she turned thirty—she hoped.

Dawlish snarled like a mongrel ready to fight over a bone. He still fumbled to lace up his breeches. “I saw her first. Come here, girl. I’ll pay whatever price you demand once you’ve spread your thighs for me.”

Self-conscious and horrified, Elizabeth stared at the ground. After six years of her cousins’ insults, she felt like the nonentity they called her. She hated that. Back before her parents died, she’d felt pretty. Her mother had told her that her hair shone like moonlight and her eyes gleamed like the palest topaz.

Washed out, her cousins called them.

For her dragoon, she wanted to be beautiful. She took a step closer to him. “I’m not here by choice, sir. I swear it.”

He spoke softly as if soothing a spooked mare. “Easy, girl. Allow me to escort you back to the Grand Walk.”

Dawlish yanked her wrist free of the dragoon’s grip and dragged her toward him. His touch felt like a million spiders scuttling over her skin. Does the wretched man ever bathe? Solid, square, and sweaty, he leered at her through piggy eyes. “Come on, Blondie, name your price.”

Just when she thought the dragoon’s gaze couldn’t be any colder, it turned into an arctic blast. Mouth set in a straight line, he pried Dawlish’s fingers from her wrist. “She’s not willing. Leave her be.”

The vein in Dawlish’s forehead bulged. His cheeks turned mottled scarlet. He shoved at the dragoon’s chest like a schoolboy spoiling for a fight. Her rescuer curled his lip and brushed him aside.

Once Dawlish realized he couldn’t move her dragoon, he shoved Elizabeth behind him. “Rothbury? Playing the hero? After the way you screwed your family? I don’t think so. Lavinia will laugh when I tell her you’ve taken to defending whores. Back off, and mind your own business. This little pigeon’s mine.”

The look the dragoon—Rothbury—gave Dawlish would have curdled milk. The atmosphere felt thick with menace. Elizabeth felt sure there were undercurrents at play here that she didn’t understand.

Rothbury’s jaw clenched with carefully suppressed anger. “The lady’s changed her mind.”

Elizabeth’s cheeks burned. Dawlish made her feel dirty and cheap. She pulled her free of his grip and shoved at his back. When he stared at her over his shoulder, his gaze held a degrading mix of menace and desire. “She’ll be willing once we’ve agreed on the price. Besides, you can have her when I’ve finished.”

About Kryssie Fortune.

Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.

Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unkown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.

Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.

Social Media Links

Website      http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kryssie
Blog            http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/
Twitter         https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune
Facebook    https://www.facebook.com/KryssiesFortune
Pinterest      http://bit.ly/1OGFnjc
Goodreads     http://bit.ly/2kxqabJ
Amazon Author Page  http://amzn.to/2hA0ZVO

 
© 2018 Adriana Kraft. All Rights Reserved.
%d bloggers like this: