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Countdown Begins!

Celebrity Status is being released this week!! Wednesday to be exact. Only 4 days left!!!

Famous Hollywood actress, Elizabeth Stanfield, has a glamorous lifestyle with a lavish house, glittery parties, a people magazine’s fifty most beautiful people fiance and best friend Billy Stone – Famous actor, producer and secret organized crime enforcer.

Everything is not as it seems…Elizabeth’s fiance cheats on her, a studio head and director are hell bent on making her life miserable and it gets harder to keep her secrets protected.

The only good thing in her life is Billy, their budding romance, and connections that give them freedom to do whatever they want in Hollywood.

Will their connections be enough to keep their secrets hidden and Celebrity Status safe or are they doomed to be torn down?

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Maon: Marshal of Tallav #2 – Sons of Tallav by Cailin Briste

Today we welcome Cailin Briste and her Science fiction erotic romance Maon: Marshal of Tallav #2 – Sons of Tallav. Check it out…it’s hot!

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Maon Keefe has always embraced the player lifestyle, until he discovers a mysterious Domme who brings him to his knees. 

Blurb:

Maon Keefe has always been told he’s doomed to fail as a husband. He decides never to marry instead focusing on living life as a player and becoming a capable marshal of Tallav. When he is shot and the most-wanted criminal he’s escorting escapes, he fears that his career, his one success in life, is doomed. Assigned to ferret out the cause of missing shipments for a VIP aristocrat, he meets Selina Shirley CEO of the House of Shirley. He finds himself inexplicably attracted to her despite her frumpy appearance. When he meets a hooded and masked, scorching hot Domme, Lasair, at his friend’s BDSM club, he’s torn between the two women. Both fire his imagination and call to his submissive nature. Either might be the woman to change him into successful husband material.

Selina Shirley organizes her life like she organizes her business, taking control of all aspects of each. She’s concluded that she must marry to get an heir and that her future husband must be totally submissive. Mentored by the sector’s most famous sadist, she learns what it takes to be a proper Domme. Then, hidden behind a hood and mask, as Lasair, she meets Maon and her instant attraction to his full submission at the BDSM club leads her to break her own rules and become involved with him. But he’s also the marshal assigned to investigate thefts at her company. When his broad streak of protective alpha male comes into play, it obvious he’s not a 24/7 submissive. To stick to her plan to marry the perfect husband, she must ignore her heart and dump Maon.

Excerpt:

Space travel held no appeal for Selina. The CEO of the sector’s leading fashion house, she’d accepted it as the necessity it was, but she’d be glad to get her feet on solid ground again. Her nose alone told her she wasn’t there yet. The air filtration system on the Beta Tau station did a better job than most at removing the metallic tang of C-trol, the fuel ships ran on in hyperspace that permeated all space stations. A harsh aftertaste still clung in silvered wisps to the more mundane odors of fried foods and roasting meats that tempted travelers to part with credits before heading down world or returning to space. No, she wasn’t there yet.

The strap of the portfolio slung over her shoulder slipped. A nudge and it was back in place. A trio of vacationers passed her, their excitement palpable in the pitch and volume of their voices. They hadn’t noticed Selina, but who would? Hidden inside the drab, shapeless dress that constituted her armor against amorous attentions, she was perfectly content to be overlooked. No one would credit the truth. She was on her way to the Whip Hand to meet the owner and notorious sadist Randolph Meryon. The drawings she carried in her portfolio were the first installment of a trade she’d made. He would become her mentor while she explored sexual domination, and she would design exclusive apparel for his staff.

The underlying frisson of unease that always attended her in space was sliding up and down her spine. But the churning in her stomach, while she walked along the companionway from the private ship docks, wasn’t caused by her fear of space. Her father’s death over a year ago had cemented a number of things in her mind. One was the need to acquire a husband. Knowledge that she was on the marriage market would set in motion the machinations of the aristocratic mamas of Tallav—some because of her wealth and others for the connection. She wrinkled her nose. Not going that route.

Her Domme lessons with Randolph were the initial step in a concise plan to find her perfect husband. Emphasis on her. Implementing that plan was the root of her anxiety, akin to the strain of her first business negotiation for the House of Shirley.

A couple, the woman tipping along in platform heels, were cuddling and cooing while they walked toward Selina. She averted her face, seeing but not really taking in the concourse bar she was approaching. Then her gaze met a stranger’s, and for an interminable moment, his eyes ensnared hers. She blinked, and the spell was broken. His lips moved in a smirk while he continued to stare at her.

Damn playboy.

When she yanked her head away, the oversize art case slipped down her arm, the strap tangling in her long dark hair. Rather than stop to fix the problem, she kept walking while struggling to release the strands that were pulling painfully on her scalp. Portfolio back in position, she sped up.

That man was the exact opposite of her ideal mate, although he was Tallavan. The string tie he wore made his Tallavan citizenship a possibility, but the badge clipped to his belt settled it. He was a Tallavan marshal. Despite his tousled sandy-brown locks that were made to comb through and pull, he wouldn’t make the cut on her very exacting list of requirements. Even before he’d smirked at her, it was apparent he was a player. He’d been sitting still on a bar stool, but swagger oozed from his pores. His navy-blue eyes were full of a boldness that reached out to her and offered her more fun than she could imagine.

What the heck are you thinking, Selina? He’s a snack and nothing more.

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About the Author: 

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Cailin has been writing fiction for five years and non-fiction for two decades. Her non-fiction work has been published in magazines and in a non-fiction anthology. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Chapter, and the RWA Passionate Ink Chapter.

Cailin likes to flip convention on its head, creating a universe in which each planet is a study in different what ifs. What would happen to alpha men on a matriarchal planet where the women are not Dommes in the strictest sense but certainly have the attitude down pat? How would society handle it if girls born on their new planet developed empathic senses? Cailin throws her characters into these settings, heroes and heroines whose kink is a major defining attribute of their personality.

Wolf’s Blade by Clare Dargin

Happy Wednesday! Today we have Clare Dargin and her novel Wolf’s Blade from The Paladins Series.

Content Notes Intense, Extreme Violence, Non-Sexual Physical Assault.

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Blurb:

Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate?

 

Excerpt: 

Callum Blake growled and grabbed his forearm. He opened his clenched fist as the nails on his hand morphed into long dark claws. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he fought the urge to shift. He pounded the tree and glanced up at the night sky and prayed in agony to the wolf goddess. He pleaded for help. He’d take anything she had to offer if it would provide even the smallest amount of relief.

Nothing. The pain continued. He shook his head and grimaced in an attempt to remove the fog that was starting to shroud his mind. He silently cried out to her again.

Why are you silent? You’re the reason I took this mission and now you’re allowing me to suffer?

His frustration mingled with his physical pain, adding to his misery. The beast fought its way to the surface. He opened his mouth and howled. A mixture of a roar and a yell, it relieved some of the tension within him, but it did not drive away the urge to shift. Leaning against the tree, he dug his claws into the bark, burrowing deep grooves as he exerted his strength against the muscle contraction. His pulse pounded in his ears as sweat poured down on his face. Unlike his wolf self who resided peacefully inside of him, his lycan did not have the same kind of placating nature. It yielded only to the strongest of commands exerted to it from his mind. It was supposed to live in harmony just as his inner wolf, but it refused.

For wolf shifters, their human and wolf self were like two individuals abiding in one nature. One innately human, sharing some of the same abilities and desires as regular people only with keener senses and more powerful instincts. The other, their wolf side was wild and untamed. It acted on a gut responses, using its innate sixth sense to interact with the world around it. The wolf freely gave into its passions, choosing strength and cunning over calculated reasoning.

The lycan, however, was a being whose nature lived far beyond that of the wolf. Not present in all wolf shifters, it was like a curse of their wolf self causing them to revert to a primitive version of their wolf self. Acting on impulse and rage, the lycan did not use reason or soft emotions like joy, love, and happiness, it understood violence.

 

 

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Author Bio

Clare Dargin is a multi-published romance author. She has written for several publishers in different genres, including erotic romance, military romance, contemporary, paranormal, and sci-fi. She lives in the mid-west, and when not surfing the web, she is hard at work writing her next romance novel. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, and Amazon.

 

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Clare’s Blog 2 The Havenhttp://claresblog2thehaven.blogspot.com

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Sex, Scandal and the Sheriff by Kryssie Fortune

Happy New Year’s Eve everyone!! Kryssie Fortune is visiting today with her book Sex, Scandal and the Sheriff! Take it away, Kryssie.

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Could YOU hack it as a Navy Seal?

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A former military man who’d been the best of the best sounded dashing and romantic. Also, I love the ocean. No wonder I made my hero of Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff a former Seal. Sean Mathews had wanted to be one since the day he made the school swim team. He managed it too, but since a bullet wound cost him his speed in the water, he’s left the service and become the sheriff of Westhorpe Ridge.

That got me thinking. Sean Mathews had been captain of his high school swim squad and had run in triathlons. No wonder the ladies loved him. And Sean? He loved them right back. But how did he go from being a natural athlete to a SEAL.

First, he’d have spoken to a navy recruiter, and because he’d done his research, he’d have asked for a SEAL Challenge contract. This meant, that once he joined the navy, he was eligible for extra benefits and bonuses. Even if Sean hadn’t got the Challenge contract, he’d have enlisted and volunteered to take a physical screening test during the first week of basic training. After that, a Naval Special Operations Motivator would have interviewed him, and if he’d passed that, the Motivator would have recommended he enter the Naval Special Warfare  (BUD/S) training pipeline.

As an eighteen-year-old high school graduate without any convictions, Sean wouldn’t have struggled with the interview. Teamwork came easy to him, but whenever he needed to step up and take charge, he would.

He’d have probably found the physical test easy too. Me… I’d be crying and begging to stop before I finished the first part.

Here’s what Sean would have to achieve. Of course, he came out top of his induction group.

Navy SEAL PST Standards

PST Event Minimum Standards Competitive Standards
500 Yard Swim 12:30 8 Minutes
Pushups 50 80-100
Sit-ups 50 80-100
Pull-ups 10 15-20
1.5 Mile Timed Run 10:30 9-10 Minutes

 

 

The best SEALs ignore the minimum standards and aim for the competitive standards. It helps them get through the BUD/S training.

That means swimming at an average speed of over 2 miles per hour for 8 minutes..

How many pushups can you do?

Sean had two minutes to do 80-100. After that he had to do 80-100 pushups in 2 minutes. Then he’d move on to pull-ups. Again, this would kill me, but he had to 15/20 in 2 minutes.

One he’d managed that lot, he had to run for 9-10 minutes at around 10 miles an hour.

Having read all this, I think Navy Seals are Supermen.

 

If you’d like to know how Sean found romance, then please check out my stand-alone romance within my Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge Series, Sex Scandal and the Sheriff.

 

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Blurb

Jasmine Stewart (Jazz to her friends) falls for a blond stranger when he spanks and seduces her at a Washington soiree. Later, when she discovers her flatmate is trying to draw her into a spy ring, she goes to the authorities. The ensuing publicity costs her her job, her security, and her future. Starting over in Westhorpe Ridge is her only option.

Sean Mathews, former SEAL and Westhorpe Ridge’s sheriff, can’t forget the woman he spanked when he visited Washington, but he thinks she’s a spy. When she turns up in Westhorpe Ridge, he tries everything to make her leave town. Despite their misunderstandings, though, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

As Year’s Eve looms, the spy ring resurfaces. Jazz will need all of Sean’s SEAL prowess to survive. But because his wounded leg cost him his speed in the water, will it be enough?

 

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Excerpt

Once Jazz had fulfilled her obligations to Star Magazine and banked their check, she tidied the odds and ends of her life. Finally, three days before Christmas, she loaded her life into her five-year-old car. Her last night in the apartment passed in a blur, and three hours before dawn, she set out to build a new future in the small North Carolina coastal town of Westhorpe Ridge.

“New start. New life. New ambitions,” she told herself as she drove away from her dream of being a teacher.

By the time the winter sun crept over the horizon, she’d passed the halfway point between Washington and Westhorpe Ridge. She made good time, but fifteen minutes from her destination, the car handling changed. Praying nothing expensive had happened to her trusty vehicle, she pulled over to take a look. She got out the car, walked around to the rear passenger side, and sighed when she realized the tire had blown out. Damn, my spare’s in the trunk, beneath my suitcases and bedding. Shaking her head, she heaved her first suitcase onto the grass verge. It hadn’t felt so heavy when she’d packed it.

A police car pulled up. “Sheriff Mathews, ma’am. Can I be of assistance?”

His voice flowed over her like molasses, rich, thick, and so sweet she wanted to taste its owner. Instead, she panted slightly but kept moving. “I’ve had a blowout, but my spare tire’s under all my stuff. Don’t worry. I can manage, thank you.”

When she turned back to the car, Jazz’s eyes widened. The man in the uniform looked enormous, blond, and way too familiar. Handsome didn’t come close. In his long-sleeved fawn shirt and standard-issue brown trousers, he looked like a sex god come to earth. And are those handcuffs dangling from his belt? I can find a way to put them to good use.

Given their history, drooling over him felt wrong. Despite what the doctors had told her, traces of the spies’ lust drug must still linger in her system. Her heart beat faster and her pussy grew damp. Even breathing seemed hard around him. “Ethan Mathews? I thought you were a scientist involved in some hush-hush stuff, not a sheriff. Why are you in Westhorpe Ridge? I thought you were some high-flying scientist. And isn’t impersonating a police officer a criminal offense? Shit, you’re driving a real police car. Are you really a sheriff?”

He did a double take, glowered right back at her. “Jazz Stewart? What the hell are you doing here? Have you jumped bail? Keep your hands where I can see them while I radio in and run a check on you.”

Jazz shivered despite the winter sunshine. Everyone except the CIA had made her out to be the bad guy, her former employer included. The damn sheriff was treating her like a criminal, but he’d been at that damn party too. Judging by the way he’d climbing on his high horse, he probably believed everything he’d read about her in the papers. Out of everyone she knew, she’d wanted the man she’d been dreaming about since the soiree to be on her side. He’s even sexier than I remembered, but what’s with this running a check on me? Surely he knows the truth by now. She hated the way he smirked at her, but she couldn’t resist taunting him. “So, Sheriff, spanked any other females lately?”

SEAN MATHEWS STARED at the woman he’d been fantasizing over since he’d arrived home in Westhorpe Ridge. In her worn jeans and figure-hugging T-shirt, she tempted him like a modern-day Mata Hari. After the dreadful soiree, he’d never expected to see her again.

It had taken a long, unpleasant interview with the CIA to convince them he’d only been hungry when he posed as his brother, Ethan. It hadn’t helped that the CIA kept tabs on his brother because he headed up a top-secret research team. Once Sean convinced them he hadn’t had an ulterior motive for turning up at the soiree, they’d warned him not to impersonate his brother again and let him go.

Coming home had never felt so good, except every time he closed his eyes, memories of Jazz’s honey-hued hair and aquamarine eyes invaded his dreams. He’d do anything to get Jazz Stewart out of his head, but he wished he’d stripped her slowly and seduced her. Spanking her had been as necessary as breathing. So had screwing her afterward, but later he’d learned about the spies using the soiree to collect state secrets. Last time they’d met, he’d brought her to orgasm. Now she stood beside her blown-out tire and taunted him.

His radio crackled, and his deputy told him Jazz Stewart was clean. There were no warrants out for her arrest, and she’d never so much as had a parking fine. He felt like an idiot for second-guessing the CIA, but she was the last woman he’d expected to see in North Carolina. And why was she heading toward his hometown of Westhorpe Ridge? His heart had leaped when he saw her, but his gut told him not to trust her.

Back at the soiree, the way she’d gathered up her clothes and run had left him eager to see her again. Women usually clung on until he called a halt to any relationship between them. If he could go back and change the way things had ended, he would, but he’d still have talked to Jazz at the soiree.

In hindsight, he should stay away from her, but she’d drawn him like a magnet, or maybe a Venus flytrap. His common sense told him to keep his distance, but he’d always been a sucker for forbidden fruit. When she’d stormed off to find her roommate, she’d certainly brought him back to earth with a bang. If he’d really been Ethan, he’d have let her seduce him and loved every minute of it. His brother had trouble getting dates, what with his top-secret schedule and the way his mind worked ten times faster than everyone else’s.

Sean hated the way Jazz had feigned unease as a ruse to pull him into her web. As a former SEAL, he should have seen through her act, but he’d fallen under the spell of a woman who he still suspected had plotted against his country. At least he hadn’t known anything classified to tell her.

Getting back into his sheriff’s uniform had grounded him and helped him suppress his longings for a woman he thought he never wanted to see again—except in his fantasies, of course.

He pictured her, hands on the car roof, legs spread. His hand trembled as he ran it over his mouth. In his imagination, he lifted her skirt, spread her legs wider, and fingered her clit, or better yet, ran his tongue across. He hoped she tasted as sweet as she looked. Once she’d come, he’d thumb her nipples and kiss the back of her neck until she begged him to fuck her. Damn, he needed to stop thinking about her like that and concentrate on the here and now.

So much for my unflappable professional persona. He hated the way she made his cock stand to attention. He wanted nothing to do with a traitor like her, but giving her ass another spanking sounded better by the minute.

He fell back and heaved a second suitcase from the trunk. Handcuffing her and doing a body search tempted him so much his balls ached. While he’d never abuse his authority that way, he would stay cold and impersonal if it killed him. “All clear, ma’am. Do you need any help with the tire, ma’am?”

She gave him a look guaranteed to freeze his blood and sat on the banking beside her cases, doing her best impression of a pampered southern belle. Fanning herself with a piece of paper, she sighed. “All that effort and stress has left me quite weak. I’ll sit here and recover while my hero changes my tire.”

Merry Christmas, Henry by Aubrey Wynne

Aubrey Wynne is here today with her Christmas story Merry Christmas, Henry. Definitely a must read.

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Merry Christmas, Henry
Henry, a shy and talented artist, moonlights as a security guard at a museum and loses his heart to a beautiful, melancholy woman in a painting. As his obsession grows, he finds a kindred soul who helps him in his search for happiness. On Christmas Eve, Henry dares to take a chance on love and fulfill his dream.

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About the Author:

Bestselling and award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trailriding and all things Christmas.

Her short stories, Merry Christmas, Henry and Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies have won Readers Choice Awards and Dante’s Gift received the 2016 Golden Quill and Heart of Excellence award, as well as being a Maggie and Aspen Gold finalist.

Besides her Chicago Christmas novellas, Aubrey will release “A Vintage Romance” series inspired by tales of her stepfather, who served for the British Air Force in WWII. The stories will be set in the 40s & 50s. Her medieval fantasy series, Medieval Encounters, will launch in January 2017 with Rolf’s Quest.

Christmas in the Highlands by Madelyn Hill

Madelyn Hill is here today with her newly released Christmas story! Christmas in the Highlands sounds absolutely wonderful! I will be reading this one in front of the christmas tree this week 🙂

 

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Blurb:
A FAMILY FOR CHRISTMAS
CHRISTMAS IN THE HIGHLANDS, BOOK ONE

Laird Malcolm Sutherland needs a bride. He has few requirements of his new wife; demands he should have insisted with his former betrothed—namely, honesty, loyalty, and resources.

Lady Rossalyn Gordon will do anything to be rid of her tyrant father, even if that means deceiving the man who offers her an escape. If revealed, those secrets will either bring her mercy, or thrust her back into the hands of the devil who sired her.

When Rossalyn’s bastard of a father arrives at Sutherland Keep, going back on his word and ordering her return, Malcolm must decide if he can forgive his wife enough to listen to his heart and have a family for Christmas.

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CHRISTMAS IN THE HIGHLANDS, BOOK TWO

Fiona Sutherland longs for love with the man she has pined after since she was a lass. When he weds another she is devastated, and questions why the man she pledged her heart to has forsaken a vow made in their youth. Could loving her be so hard?

Cameron Munro adores Fiona from afar, knowing her heart has been set on another. She is everything he desires—strong, loyal, and fiery in spirit.

Determined, he pledges to prove his love to her and win Fiona’s heart by Christmas.

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About the Author:

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Madelyn Hill has always loved the written word. From the time she could read and all through her school years, she’d sneak books into her textbooks during school. And she devoured books daily. At the age of 10 she proclaimed she wanted to be a writer. After being a “closet” writer for several years, she sent her manuscripts out there and is now published with Soul Mate Publishing. And she couldn’t be happier! 

A resident of Western New York, she moved from one Rochester to another Rochester to be with the love of her life. They now have 3 children and keep busy cooking, watching their children’s sporting events, and of course reading!

Highland Ghost for Christmas by Jo-Ann Carson

Jo-Ann Carson and her book Highland Ghost for Christmas is our featured book today. You’ve got to read this one. I just finished reading it and it is such a wonderful holiday story. I love how the main characters help each other out in their time of need.

 

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A Highland Ghost for Christmas

Jilted by her fiancé, librarian Maddy Jacobson is nursing a broken heart, when her best friend gives her an early Christmas present. Intended to be a fun, psychic reading in a spooky, tea house, the gift turns out to be life changing. Maddy becomes haunted by a mischievous, Highland ghost.

Ruggedly handsome, Cullen Macfie, the Highlander, has been dead for over three centuries, and never in all those years has he been as attracted to a woman, as he is to Maddy. He falls hopelessly in love and decides to woo her.

Can there be a future for a librarian and a naughty, Highland ghost?

A Highland Ghost for Christmas is a sweet, romantic comedy guaranteed to warm the cockles of your heart, make you laugh out loud and leave you craving a man in a kilt … and shortbread, of course.
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About the Author:

Jo-Ann Carson writes romance twisted with suspense and polished with humor. Her strong characters take the reader on a fast and fun journey. Currently she’s writing the Gambling Ghost series, a collection of paranormal sweet, romances guaranteed to warm the cockles of your heart, make you laugh out loud and leave you craving a ghost of your own.

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