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Cover Reveal ~ Wine Service, by Zenobia Renquist #MFRWAuthor

MMmm ~ isn’t this tantalizing? Zenobia Renquist has a new release coming from Musa Publishing. Watch for it soon!

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Title: Wine Service (Professional Courtesy 1)
Author: Zenobia Renquist
Publisher: Musa Publishing, Eros
Genre: Contemporary Erotica, BDSM, MF, MFM
More Info Link: http://zenobiarenquist.com/bookshelf/pro-courtesy/wine-service

Blurb:

She offers satisfaction above and beyond what is requested.

Lexie’s job as a housekeeper at a five-star hotel doesn’t normally include the unique and risqué form of room service that important hotel guest Mr. Malena has requested, nor the generous tip he’s offered. Lexie can’t resist, and what should have been a one-time thing turns into an introduction into the sensual world of customer satisfaction. She finds much enjoyment in her “work,” but is it worth risking her job?

Author Bio:

Zenobia Renquist is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife. She and her husband are owned by two demanding cats of the long-haired persuasion. Born in Europe and currently stationed in Hawaii, Zenobia has been traveling all her life. “Where are you from?” is not a question she likes to be asked but will usually answer Virginia, because it’s the one place that feels like home.

Zenobia’s stories range from steamy to scorching and she writes whichever genre catches her interest at the time. When not coming up with ways to torture her characters, she enjoys knitting and crochet (both regular and Tunisian) as well as reading shoujo and yaoi manga.

Learn More About Zenobia Renquist:

Website – http://zenobiarenquist.com
Blog – http://blog.dreneebagby.com/
Twitter – http://twitter.com/ZenobiaRenquist
Newsletter – http://ymlp.com/xgeusujygmgq
Facebook Fan Page – http://www.facebook.com/Author.DRBagby.ZRenquist
Goodreads – http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2772093.Zenobia_Renquist
Goodreads Group – https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/139893-q-a-with-d-renee-bagby-zenobia-renquist

 

Guest Sabrina York: Brought to His Knees

Who Doesn’t Want a Man Brought to His Knees by Love? Eleven Scorching Stories for 99¢

I was thrilled when my latest venture, the Hot Alpha SEALs Megaset, hit the New York Times and USA Today Bestseller lists and I am very excited about my next release, a collection of steamy stories about men brought to their knees by love. Check out a taste of my story, and read on for more teasers from the collection.

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The Alpha male. Strong. In control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one, and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one. This collection of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly in need of a cold shower. Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

Whipped

By Sabrina York

Dane Coulter is mourning the loss of his best friend, fellow Special Ops buddy, Cody. Oh, Cody didn’t die. It’s worse. He’s getting married. Cody is, in Dane’s opinion,whipped.

Dane swears he will never suffer the same fate. But when he meets a woman who can take all his dominant loving and beg for more, he realizes he may have met his match. It’s a damn shame she’s the one woman in the world his man-code deems untouchable…his best friend’s sister.

Read an Excerpt

(18+ Only, Please—this is steamy stuff)

He was bigger than he’d been in high school. Bigger, taller and just…more. His muscles, lacquered by a tight black tee shirt, bulged. Tattoos danced over his biceps. The planes of his face were angled. High cheekbones, dark brows, long blade of a nose all the same, but sharper. His eyes hadn’t had those shadows back then either, that predatory glint. His hair—his thick mop of curls—was gone, shaved off, revealing the perfect shape of his head. His chin, however, wasn’t shaved. It was covered by a smattering of dark fuzz. A scar on his cheek, rather than detracting from his looks, made him even more fascinating, dangerous.

And he smelled…delicious. As he moved, his cologne, a clean enticing scent, enveloped her in a cloud.

Oh, he was dangerous all right.

She didn’t care.

The slight buzz from the margaritas at the bachelorette party, the sexual sizzle ignited by the strippers who’d burst in on their party wearing camo fatigues with rip-away crotches, all contributed to her bravado.

In real life she would never hook arms with some random guy and sashay by his side to his room. But hell. This was Dane. The man of her fantasies. And, judging from the hunger in his expression as he looked down at her, the heat that passed between them where they touched, he wanted her.

Thank God she wasn’t still the dorky teen with braces she’d been when they’d last met.

She looked amazing tonight. He happened to wander by and notice her. No one else was around. And he wanted her.

It was as though, somehow, magically, all the stars had aligned.

There was no way—no way—she would miss this opportunity.

Excitement danced low in her gut as he swiped his room key and led her into his suite. It was a nice suite—not as sumptuous as Angie’s, but nice all the same—with a small sitting area and an enormous king bed. The windows looked out on the sparkling lights of the City that Never Slept. Or one of them.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, taking off his watch and dropping it on the table by the door. It drew her attention to his forearms, thick and muscled and sprinkled with dark hairs. They were roped with thick veins. She’d always had a thing for bulky forearms. And she’d always had a thing for Dane. The combination was irresistible.

She tipped her head to the side and blew a bubble with her gum. “Margarita?”

He waved at the glossy wood armoire against the wall. “I have a mini bar. It’ll have to be shots. What’s your poison?”

“Tequila then.” Might as well keep a good thing going.

He hunkered down and searched through the fridge, pulling out a tiny bottle of tequila for her and whiskey for him. He cracked them open and dumped them unceremoniously into two glasses and handed her hers. No ice or anything.

Good thing it didn’t matter to her, or she’d be pissed at his cavalier attitude. The drink was lubricant, a time filler. They were dancing around a seduction, and they both knew it.

Or…not.

Apparently seduction was not necessary. Because Dane took a swig of his drink and said, with no preface whatsoever, “So do you have any no-nos?”

She gaped at him. “No-nos?”

“Anything you won’t do? Because I’ll be frank. I like a little kink.”

Holy God.

First of all, the heat scorching her was mind-numbing. Literally. Mind. Numbing. Those brash words from Dane’s gorgeous lips and she nearly lost her balance.

Second of all—he liked kink.

So, in fact, did she. Nothing super dark, but a little slap and tickle for sure.

“Um…” She took a sip of her drink. She shuddered as the harsh bite of liquor burned through her. It clashed with the flavor of her gum. “What kind of kink are we talking about?”

He strode to his suitcase and fished around, pulling out a long leather strap with two loops on the ends. Her eyes fixated on it. She shuddered.

“I want to tie you up,” he said, his voice low, taunting, as though he expected her to squeak like a mouse and scuttle from the room.

The. Fuck.

“Hmm. I think I can handle that.”

“I’ll probably smack your bottom.”

Also good. She tried not to flinch in anticipation. His hand on her ass? Gawd.

“I won’t hurt you, though. I’m not into that. And of course, I’ll use protection.” He held up a pack of condoms.

Well da-ham. He’d come prepared. A smile curled on her lips.

“Billy said your fee’s been paid.” His brow quirked.

The smile froze on Tina’s face. A combination of horror and rage and something else altogether snarled through her, as she realized how right she’d been. Not only did he not recognize her—after knowing her her entire life, for pity sake—he thought she was a hooker.

Granted, she did kind of look like a hooker, with makeup plastered on as if with a trowel. But still…

She glanced at him from beneath the impossibly long lashes The Master had glued to her lids. Not her style, but she liked the way they looked. The way they made her feel…like someone else. Someone sultry and daring. Someone Dane would want.

To tie up and spank.

Aside from that, the temptation to have him, taste him, fuck him, ran rampant in her. For years she’d fantasized about her older brother’s best friend. All through puberty and long after that. Every man she’d met, dated or been with had been gauged against Dane Coulter. None of them had measured up.

Ah yes, the temptation to have him was overwhelming.

Not to mention how much fun it would be watching him shit a brick tomorrow, when he realized who she really was.

Too delicious to pass up, really. The whole package.

He stood there in the middle of the room, holding the strap in one hand and the condoms in the other, waiting for her reply. Though he was all Dom, she couldn’t help but notice a hint of tension in him, as though he was, on some level, afraid she’d say no and waltz away.

He wanted her. And he wanted her bad. It was the heat in his eyes that gave him away, the way they flicked over her and burned with hunger. Yeah. Irresistible.

Sure. She could be a hooker for the evening.

What people are saying about WHIPPED:

“5 Stars—Whipped by Sabrina York was so good, LOVED all the sexy scenes and then how she mixed in some humor parts. I know she’s super busy but I’m really hoping she makes this one into a series because its that good :)”—Read More Romance

“5 Stars—Oh my goodness! I loved, loved, loved this story! The sex was off-the-charts hot! And I mean HOT! The characters were witty and so entertaining. As always, Ms. York’s humor and witty writing is on full display. I honestly don’t think she could not write a story that doesn’t leave me in awe of her slightly sarcastic, yet always smartly written style. I bow to the master.”— Coffee and Books

“5 Stars—This was a great read that kept me glued to the events. Loved the epilogue!”—Ms Romantic Reads

Oh and here is some inspiration for Dane & his buddies:  http://www.pinterest.com/sabrinayork/boys-in-uniformor-not/

 

BROUGHT TO HIS KNEES

—Available August 19th

Amazon: Pre-order at http://www.amazon.com/Brought-His-Knees-M-Griffin-ebook/dp/B00MQH71KW

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ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-broughttohisknees-1581282-362.html

Check out the teaser video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbYYLpmDk6c

Review Now on Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22796872-brought-to-his-knees

 

More about Brought To His Knees

Dark Wolf Enterprises by A.M. Griffin: Murder, mayhem and imprinting with a hot wolf shifter… And they say being an accountant is boring.

Building Bridges by Amy Ruttan: A vet tech and a lone wolf rancher ride out a sudden storm, but can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other…

Three Strikes by Anya Richards: Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

A Cowboy’s Seduction by Cynthia D’Alba: One exhausted cowboy + One uptight account x A tropical resort = A hot seduction. But who is seducing whom?

Born to Sin by Danica Avet: A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best friend and succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. But this Alpha male isn’t easily tamed and has secrets that could very well tear them apart.

The Sound of Your Name by Felice Fox: Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Beneath the Pages by Jennifer Kacey: One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite. Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Cruising for Love by Lynne Silver: A vacation cruise comes with surprises—like the BDSM theme and her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Whipped by Sabrina York: A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s the one woman he can never have…

Chief Sin by Sayde Grace: A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him, including the heart she once broke.

Make Me Surrender by Tina Donahue: When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

 

About Sabrina York

Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching erotic romance. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!

 

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Charlotte Howard On Tour ~ The Black Door

Today we’re thrilled to welcome Brit author Charlotte Howard, on tour for The Black Door.

Thanks for hosting! One of the most common questions I get asked is “Where do you find your inspiration?” and I’d like to answer that, more in depth than I often get the time for.

Inspiration can be found from a variety of places. Before my first book, Seven Dirty Words, I hadn’t thought about writing a romance novel. I loved (and still do) reading murder mysteries and crime novels. I’d read most of Agatha Christie’s novels thanks to my mum’s massive collection, and I own most of Tami Hoag’s books. Then somebody suggested I read this taboo-breaking trilogy about a man called Christian Grey – oh you’ve heard of it? I was dubious. I’ve never been one to follow trends – I’ve seen the Harry Potter films, but I haven’t read the books, and I haven’t read or seen the Twilight series. Okay, so I’ve watched the first one, but I didn’t get into it enough to be bothered with the second. It’s just not my thing!

Even when I was a teenager I wasn’t a follower. Take That, East 17, Backstreet Boys – no thanks. (Is that showing my age??) So when it came to the FSOG trilogy, I was a bit, well… Meh. Then I picked it up and read all three books in the space of a week. Honestly, I wouldn’t read them again, and although I’m intrigued by the film, I won’t be going to line up with the hoards to see it in the cinema. They weren’t awful – I’ve read a hell of a lot worse, and like I said, I was addicted enough to read one book after the other in seven days.

I told my friends about them, and they asked if I’d tried writing an erotic romance novel. Now I’ll be honest – I hadn’t heard of the genre before. I knew there was romance, and knew that some of them were hotter than the rest, but apart from Jilly Cooper, I hadn’t really, ever, picked up a romance novel before.

My previous attempts at writing, even though based in the crime genre, all had sex in them. Not as explicit as erotica, but sex all the same, so my friends simply suggested I wrote a novel and removed the crime element and I did. 20-ish days later, I had the first draft of Seven Dirty Words.

What surprised me was how easy it was to write – the first draft anyway. It took me 3 months to edit it, and being my own worst critic, I’ll never be completely happy with what I’ve written. But it flowed out like nothing before.

Once I’d got a contract for it, I knew I had to write a sequel, and did. But it wasn’t due to be released for a few months. By then I had the bug for writing contemporary / erotic romance. I started writing another novel, but it didn’t materialise into anything in particular.

Then a reader contacted me and said how they would like to read about a heroine who wasn’t rich, beautiful and young. Where was I going to get inspiration for that? I looked in the mirror. I’m 29 plus several years experience, have 2 children, everything is heading south, and I have more stretch marks and scars than I can count. I work, I slave, and I’m left feeling unappreciated. How much more inspiration did I need? Imogen Pearce was created. But I knew from the start that she was going to be a single mum, and that is something that I’m not.

Here’s where I lose some friends – sorry guys, but every single mum in the playground was inspiration when it comes to the hardships of parenting. Whether they are single parents or not, I listened to what the other mums in the playground were saying, I read Facebook statuses and Tweets. I listened to their worries, their concerns, their wishes and dreams, and it all mushed together in my brain and helped to develop Imogen’s life.

Inspiration is all around us. Playgrounds, supermarkets, coffee shops… Although I would suggest that if you’re going to use the playground as somewhere to gain inspiration that you actually have a child. It might look a bit weird if you’re just standing in a playground for no reason.

Even conversations with friends sparks my imagination. In fact after they’d read Seven Dirty Words and Four Letter Words, my two life-long friends could pick out every single night out that had been used and abused.

The Black DoorExcerpt:

Men. All the bloody same.
My mind traced back to the day I had given up on one-sided monogamous relationships.
The children were at school or work, and the sun was beating down. It was a glorious day, and I had decided to go home for lunch, rather than spend it in a stuffy office.
I pulled up outside the house and a fleeting thought passed through my mind when I saw Connor’s car sitting in the driveway. My husband of eighteen years had had the same idea.
I crept into the house, hoping to surprise him. But, it turned out that his idea had involved a slutty bottle-blonde.
I wanted to blame the events that followed on a red mist descending over me. The truth is that in the time it took for my mind to register that some tart was riding my husband in what I later found out was known as reverse cowgirl, my mind had calculated the necessary response.
The skank lost a good handful of bleached hair, roots and all. I allowed her to gather her clothes and watched as she tugged her pants on whilst running out of the house. If nothing else, the neighbours got a good show.
Connor yelled at me. But his words were drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears. I marched back up the stairs and into his little study. Opening the window, I saw Miss Slut stood in the middle of the road, screeching obscenities at me. I looked at the Ferrari in our driveway and smiled.
I think his Xbox enjoyed its first and final flying lesson as it sailed out of the window. The fact that it landed in the bonnet of his prized mid-life crisis proved that Karma does exist.
Connor. Holly.
I made a mental note of the two names at the top of my imaginary hit list.
I blinked and I was back in the boardroom.

BLURB

Imogen Pearce is a single mum of four children and fast approaching 40, she works at Ryedale Incorporated where she has to battle a younger and smarter generation to get to where she wants to go. If that means taking on the account of Cherry and Sean Rubin’s adult shop, then she will. But what happens when Imogen discovers the private club that they run at the back? And what happens when she realizes she knows quite a few members?

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charlottehowardAuthor bio and links

British author Charlotte Howard was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman, Scotland, and England. Now settled in Somerset, Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of pets.

Her career as a writer began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.

During what little spare time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking tea.

Charlotte is an active member of Yeovil Creative Writers.

www.charlottehowardauthor.co.uk

http://choward2614.wordpress.com

http://facebook.com/charlottehowardauthor

http://twitter.com/Shy_Tiger

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