Friday, 24 April 2015

Spotlight: Sweetest Temptation by Tacey Rogers #99cents #SweetDelights #Romance

Sweetest Temptation by Tracey Rogers
Sweet Delights series, book 2
Available for 99cents/99pence for a limited time
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The temperature's rising in the Sweet Delights Bakery…

Entering the most popular baking competition on TV wasn't shy bakery owner Vanessa Trent's idea. Especially as she prefers to steer clear of the media attention her famous family constantly attracts. But she desperately needs the prize money.

With his future on the line, Jake Walker vows to avoid trouble, which is difficult to do when it lands in his lap…literally. Vanessa Trent is out of bounds. He knows that. But if he can't resist her delicious cakes, how's he supposed to resist her?

Vanessa and Jake both have secrets to hide. Combine that with a vengeful ex-husband, sabotage, and throw in a little blackmail, and soon the spotlight falls on both of them. Temperatures rise, and it's chaos in the kitchen. Can they take the heat, or are they both about to get burned?

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and occasional strong language

Gripping the woman's wrist, Jake managed to restrain her before the weapon made impact with his head again. He shoved his upper body forward and flipped them both over.

Now this was much better. Or it would be if she'd quit squirming. Not that it was a bad sensation or anything, but he was starting to enjoy this more than the situation should allow.

With one hand free, her fingers scrabbled at the side of her. When her fingers wrapped around the torch he snatched it out of reach. He grasped her wrist and yanked both of her arms over her head, holding her captive with one much larger hand than her daintier ones.

Picking up the torch, he pointed it at the large, temple-throb causing weapon. As he read the first line on the bag he snorted in disbelief. Clearly she was a novice in the weapon department.

"A confectionery product? What the hell was that meant to be—death by chocolate?"

"God no," said the muffled, completely aghast voice from beneath her mound of hair. "I would never hit someone with chocolate."

Okay, so maybe she wasn't a threat to anyone at all. Jake released his grip a little.

"Chocolate is way too expensive to waste," she continued. "I hit you with a catering pack of marzipan."

He tightened his hold again. With her still wrestling beneath him, he decided out of fear for his man parts, it was time for some answers. Reaching out with his free hand, he brushed the silky strands from her face. She bucked beneath him like a stray cat fighting for freedom. At first he thought she was furious, but then he gazed into her green eyes and saw fear.

Although he took his work seriously—hell, sometimes caution had kept him alive—no way was he a monster. Waiting for her movements to abate he lifted his chest. In one smooth movement he traded position and surrounded her hips with his legs, trying to take away the intimate contact steering him from sound judgement, yet still stifling her leg movements with the grip of his thighs. Resting more on his knees than pressing his full weight into her, the increased gap between them gave him the perfect opportunity for another perusal of her small frame.

With her arms upstretched, her small breasts raised higher with each dragged in breath. Her shirt, trapped beneath his knees, pulled taut and had lifted to reveal her scarlet knickers and a hint of smooth, pale skin peeking above. He blinked. Maybe the glorious sight was a figment of his imagination due to his recent lack of female companionship? His gaze drew to her parted lips, open to allow the release of expended energy from her lungs. The fullness of her bottom lip was so damned tempting.

"Anytime you want to get the hell off me—please feel free."

Her sarcasm cut through his momentary lapse. One more second and he'd have been tasting her mouth.

"Tell me who you are, and why the hell you think you have a right to be on private property, and maybe I will." Just maybe.

With her fingers clenching beneath his palm, he felt the spike of her pulse at the pad of his thumb.

"Me tell you?" She blinked several times before glaring at him as though he'd just sprouted bunny ears. "I live here!"

Author Bio
Usually found with a pen in my hand, or my head in a book, I’m a contemporary romance author who also thinks fangs and wings are a very attractive accessory.

A devourer of books from an early age, imagination was my best discovery. I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn’t searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana’s books. I’m still in that world and I refuse to leave.

I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around. I like nothing more than to be swept away by the words on a page. I hope I can sweep you away too.

You can find Tracey here…

Thursday, 23 April 2015

Perfect Fit by Lynda Simmons

I’m happy feature Perfect Fit today. Lynda will be giving away a $50 Amazon/BN Gift card so make sure to enter.


Fast-paced, funny and incurably romantic

Rachel Banks has never believed in magic or moonlight, but if she’d thought that putting a piece of wedding cake under her pillow would conjure up a nightmare in the form of blue-eyed charmer Mark Robison, she’d have stuffed that cake into her mouth instead! Mark is only in Madeira Beach for some much needed R&R and his new neighbour is not the kind of woman made for vacation memories. But there’s something about the incurable romantic that just keeps drawing him back.

Jennifer Crusie. Susan Elizabeth Phillips. Lynda Simmons? Oh, yeah!


Amanda snapped on her gear and opened the front door. “That was chance. But this.” She picked up a couple of bags. “This is fate.”

Rachel stopped in the doorway. “Do you really believe that? Do you think it’s possible for two people to be destined for each other? Like soul mates.” She shook her head. “Forget it. Let’s go.”

Amanda blocked the way. “Who did you meet?”

“No one, and I’m late.”

Amanda planted her skates sideways. “You cannot do this. Not after I told you about the real estate broker.”

Rachel looked through the fringe of Amanda’s bangs into her frank green eyes and wondered if she should take a chance. “Let me ask you this. Have you ever heard of dreaming on a piece of wedding cake?”

“Sure, it’s an old custom. Like walking to church because it’s lucky and passing on a green wedding gown because it’s not. But most people serve the cake for dessert these days.”

Rachel tried a smile. “Not all.”

“Someone gave you cake to dream on?” Rachel nodded and it was Amanda’s turn to laugh. “Don’t tell me you did it.”

When Rachel didn’t answer, Amanda’s mouth dropped open and her voice rose. “You did, didn’t you?” She put the bags down. “Okay, I need details. Did you have a dream?”

It was on the tip of Rachel’s tongue to say no, to deny that anything out of the ordinary had occurred. But she found herself nodding and watched Amanda’s eyes grow even rounder.

“Did you see him? The man you’re supposed to marry?”

Rachel took comfort in the fact that her friend had been sucked into the fantasy as easily as she had and nodded a third time.

Amanda stepped closer. “Alright, this next part is really important. Where exactly did they get this cake?”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lynda Simmons is a writer by day, college instructor by night and a late sleeper on weekends. She grew up in Toronto reading Greek mythology, bringing home stray cats and making up stories about bodies in the basement. From an early age, her family knew she would either end up as a writer or the old lady with a hundred cats. As luck would have it, she married a man with allergies so writing it was.

With two daughters to raise, Lynda and her husband moved into a lovely two storey mortgage in Burlington, a small city on the water just outside Toronto. While the girls are grown and gone, Lynda and her husband are still there. And yes, there is a cat – a beautiful, if spoiled, Birman.

When she’s not writing or teaching, Lynda gives serious thought to using the treadmill in her basement. Fortunately, she’s found that if she waits long enough, something urgent will pop up and save her - like a phone call or an e-mail or a whistling kettle. Or even that cat just looking for a little more attention!

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Wednesday, 22 April 2015

Spotlight: A Lifetime for Revenge by Natalie G. Owens

Title: A Lifetime for Revenge
Series: Book Two in The Valthreans series
Author: Natalie G. Owens
Release date: February 23, 2015
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Keeping it simple doesn’t always work out so well…

After exacting his longed-for revenge, Massimiliano “Max” Damiani’s life is about to get more complicated when he is sent by the Valthrean Council to investigate the mysterious death of one of their Councilmen. Duty-bound to protect the victim's daughter and her young brother, the stakes are upped as Max and those around him become targets of a dangerous enemy. The Cult is closing in, threatening the future of their kind.

Fate is a cruel mistress…
Piper Ingram’s existence is thrust into turbulent waters. Her father has been murdered in cold blood and she is now sole guardian to her little brother, Charlie. After years of helping others come to terms with their problems and move on to better lives in a domestic violence shelter, she now needs help protecting herself and her kin.

Salvation comes when we face our deepest fears…

Max values his independence above anything. Meanwhile, this case brings him more trouble than he's bargained for, pushing his limits, and testing his fear of commitment. While striving to keep his personal demons at bay and holding on to his set ways, he fights his attraction to Piper, but he fast learns some things are not within his control. Will he save those entrusted in his care this time? And most importantly, will he finally find redemption ... and love?

“Would you like some tea or coffee? I have chamomile if you like,” he said, clutching at a straw to keep the air around them from turning into an overinflated, strangulating monster.
He felt her smile.
“That would be nice, thank you.”
He stood. “I need to see…”
“Go ahead. Pretty weird to keep sitting here in the dark, isn’t it?”
No, not weird, for I am in no mood to see your face in the light. I have no space for you, Piper, so let’s do what we have to do and move on. Hell, I never even have women in my bed, in my home. This is my space. I go to theirs.
That train of thought proved a mistake, because it took him where he didn’t want to be.
Piper in my bed … curls spread out on the pillows. Milky skin ripe for feasting on…
Max, you’re a jerk. That, he wouldn’t deny.  His lips curled up in a smirk. He switched on the pendant lights over the kitchen counter and went straight for the kettle, making sure she didn’t see his face.
An arse he may be, but he wouldn’t deliberately offend her. Making tea kept him busy for a few minutes. All he could see was the back of her head—the magnificent, thick mass of curls that fell down to the middle of her back. She’d tied them loosely with a band but some strands had escaped the pony tail to fall forward over her face.
So time went on, during which he found himself tamping down a physical impulse to touch that hair, to run his fingers through it slowly, testing every strand; and then to feel the softness of her skin, trail kisses down the delicate curve of her neck, trace the feminine lines of her slender form on a path to discovery…
Does she even know how dazzling she is?

About The Author, Natalie G. Owens:

Pink velvet and black lace. Light and darkness. A world of contrasts exists in Natalie’s stories because every rose has its thorn. Her favourite stories to write are romances with a dark edge featuring brooding heroes, strong heroines, an intriguing mystery, and a good dash of fantasy.

Married, with one son, she now calls the beautiful island of Malta home after eleven good years in AtlantaGA. As a professional editor and author, her days are always busy, but when she’s not working—or muttering to herself about her book plots like a batty old maid—she enjoys spending time with family and friends (both online and offline), sipping on a good shiraz, reading, cooking and entertaining, watching a good movie, travelling, and ogling shoe store displays. Most of all, she loves to meet and communicate with other authors and readers.

Find out more about Natalie’s latest news and works in her monthly newsletter –

You can also find her here (she’s waiting to make new friends!):

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

What the heck does kill your darlings mean? (Part III) #writing

Enjoy him while you can. Sexy book man.
For those of you who missed the first two parts of this topic, Find Part I here, and Part II here.

On to the last and final installment. I know you’ve been waiting with baited breath.

Getting rid of the excess characters in the story.

Sometimes there are just too many characters in a story which makes it confusing and difficult to follow.

Confession: I stopped reading a book by a very popular author because she had too many named characters in the novel. It was a murder mystery so you’d think that everyone who’s mentioned in the book would be important.

My head space is light years away from possessing a photogenic memory. I tend to confuse people’s names in real life, what more fictional characters?

I have difficulty coming up with names in my books to begin with so if I don’t need to name a character I don’t. Sometimes my beta readers or editors tell me to give a character a name just because if I don’t, things get confusing.

To be honest I have no trouble getting rid of excesses characters if they aren’t doing anything to propel the story forward.

I’m curious, did you ever have to remove a character from a story?

Monday, 20 April 2015

Destiny Mine Blog Tour Winner Announcement

It was a whirlwind of a blog tour and I loved every minute of it. A huge thanks to Love Bites and Silk for organizing such a successful tour for me. And to those who followed and entered in the giveaway I'm sending out air kisses to you all. 

And now for the moment you've been waiting for. The winner of the ARe or Smashwords $20 gift card is.

Yadira Alonzo

Congratulations Yadira and happy reading everyone!

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Review : The Dragon Who Loved Me by G.A. Aiken #FantasyRomance

The Blurb

Aiken's fifth book in her "New York Times"-bestselling Dragon Kin series is a wicked and witty tale of one fearless and outspoken heroine teamed up with an incorrigible barbarian....

I was raised for battle. And as the first daughter of a warrior family, I've earned my reputation the hard way. Yet now I fight alongside uncivilized male Northland dragons who think a female is only good for breeding and waiting back home in the cave. But it's the foolish and foolhardy who would try to stop me, Rhona the Fearless, from doing what I do best - destroying the enemies of my kind.

So the smartest thing wily barbarian Vigholf the Abhorrent can do for me is stay out of my way as we risk all on a deadly mission in enemy territory. I don't care if he's fascinated by me, even though he is as attractive as he is resourceful. He's having far too much fun putting me in difficult situations and testing my sense of duty to the limit. And I'm going to enjoy challenging his insufferable confidence, outwitting his schemes, and making him surrender in the wildest ways.

My Review
I’m steamrolling my way through this series and enjoying every moment of it. I love Ms. Aikens writing style. It reminds me of a soap opera where everyone is connected, but has their own amazing story line.

This was the first novel where one of the Royals wasn’t the hero or heroine. I really liked Rhona, a straight to the point, duty bound dragon filled with love and courage. I found Vigholf to be sweet with his protective ways of Rhona. It was interesting that his was a long standing love, not something that came upon him suddenly.

I give this story five out of five spear shaped chocolate bars.

I purchased this book from Amazon as a book bundle. If you only want the individual book then click here.

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

A Touch of Ghanaian Pidgin English - All about Chale #Ghana #Romance #MedicalRomance

In both Midwife to Destiny and Destiny Mine I use the word Chale. In Ghana this is the Pidgin English way of saying ‘friend’. Similar to the word ‘buddy’ or ‘pal’. It can be spelled many different ways such as Charlie, Charley, or the way I chose, Chale.

Either way, when someone calls you this, it’s a good thing because it’s a term of familiarity and camaraderie. Its a sexless term, but I’ve found that men use the term more often. Although I do have a couple of friends who call me Chale, I rarely use it, but love the term.

One of the beer companies in Ghana picked up on it and uses it as part of their advertisement. They aren’t the only ones, but the ad sticks out in my mind because their branding is everywhere- plus I love their beer.

Chale, get your copy of Destiny Mine while it's still 99 cents at Amazon. Or get your print copy if you're so inclined.

Extraordinary midwife, Esi Darfour, is looking to get married. She’s a master matchmaker but has no luck when it comes to her love life and has yet to find a man worthy of her. Until she has to deal with gorgeous Dr. Adam Quarshie outside of work.

Adam is a player who refuses to get married—ever. His interest lies more in getting her into bed than in having any kind of committed relationship. Esi’s matchmaker instincts warn her to run in the other direction as quickly as possible, but her heart insists she stay…get closer…and see if what they feel for each other can change his mind.

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