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6/28/2009

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6/26/2009

In Over Her Head

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In Over Her Head is IN STORES NOW!

Sourcebooks, Inc.
June, 2009
ISBN#: 9781402220012



When Erica Peck, one terrified-of-the-ocean marina owner, finds herself at the bottom of the sea conversing with a Mer man named Reel, she thinks she's died and gone to her own version of Hell. When the Oceanic Council demands she and Reel retrieve a lost cache of diamonds from the resident sea monster in return for their lives, she knows she's died and gone to Hell.
When they escape the monster and end up on a deserted island, she amends her opinion - she's died and gone to Heaven.
But when Reel sacrifices himself to allow her to return to her world, she realizes that, Heaven or Hell, with Reel, she's In Over Her Head.

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6/24/2009

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6/19/2009

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6/16/2009

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6/15/2009

Skin Trade

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Laurell K Hamilton


When a vampire serial killer sends Anita Blake a grisly souvenir from Las Vegas, she has to warn Sin City’s local authorities what they’re dealing with. Only it’s worse than she thought. Ten officers and one executioner have been slain—paranormal style. Anita heads to Vegas, where’s she’s joined by three other federal marshals, including the ruthless Edward. It’s a good thing he always has her back, because when she gets close to the bodies, Anita senses “tiger” too strongly to ignore it. The weretigers are very powerful in Las Vegas, which means the odds of her rubbing someone important the wrong way just got a lot higher.

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6/12/2009

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6/12/2009

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6/11/2009

Accidentally Dead

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Oh Dakota Dakota Dakota, I'm so happy to be a part of your color wheel of life. Where do you come up with this stuff? Did you sell Avon or Mary-Kay in another life? I just giggle my way through these books and am sure I will continue to do so through the rest of them. Vampires for Nina and Werewolf's for Marty, I cant wait to see whats in store for Wanda.




Accidentally Dead - Book 2
A vampire puts the bite on a dental assistant.
It’s a lousy first day on the job for Nina Blackman when a patient, loopy from the anesthesia, bites her. At least he was cute. But for real drama she can’t beat the next evening. Nina wakes up with a set of razor-sharp fangs, bionic vision, supersonic hearing, and a taste for blood. But there’s a good explanation: It’s her patient, Long Island vampire Greg Statleon. Actually they’re perfect for each other—if Nina’s willing to commit to one man for eternity.






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6/10/2009

Master Of Craving

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The bloodsword Legacy are some of the best medieval novels I have read and Master Of Craving did not disappoint. Stefan is loyal, hard, scorned, and a totally delicious warrior. Arian is feisty, bold, brave and she is being used as a pawn to free the captured bloodsword brothers. The sexual tension between these two is so strong I could feel the heat coursing through my soul. On several occasions I found myself trying to persuade Stefan that he didn't REALLY need to free his brothers. They can take care of themselves so take her, take her now! *sigh* Karin fully delivers on the period details that make her books such an amazing read. The battle scenes are perfectly executed and so rich with detail I can picture it clearly in my minds eye. As always, I cant wait for the next one!



Master of Craving


June 2009



The Blood Sword Legacy

Eight knights bound by a brotherhood forged in hell claim their legacies the only way they can: by right of arms, by right of victory, by right of conquest.


Most of England has submitted to King William, but Wales refuses to yield. The King's trusted Blood Swords are unable to prevail, and while Stefan de Valrey is left unconscious on the battlefield, his sworn brothers are captured. Despite terrible injuries, Stefan vows to liberate them. Even rescuing a delicately beautiful -- and naked -- maiden from peril cannot deter him, for the silver-eyed Arianrhod is a Welsh princess, a hostage Stefan can exchange for his brothers...so long as Arian remains as pure as when he met her. But that is a constraint Stefan finds harder to honor with every passing day.
When the scowling knight slings her across his saddle, Arian knows she should fix all her thoughts on escape. But Arian has never before experienced the deep, soul-changing desire that Stefan arouses with merely a glance. Breaking their vows could set two kingdoms ablaze -- can they control the sweet, terrible burning between them?



Excerpt:
Having survived the great battle of Hereford, Stefan de Valrey lies naked in the wood at a pond’s edge where he has bathed away the battle stench, tended his grave wounds and ponders his next move. For the Normans were slaughtered by the combined forces of the mad Saxon Earl Edric and his Welsh allies King Rhiwallon and Bleddyn. His brother Blood Swords have been captured by the Welsh kings and, Stefan will do anything to see to their safe release. Anything.
Stefan grabbed his sword and rolled over, prepared to do battle, but instead found nothing. Had he dreamt the low sensual laugh?
He heard it again, closer now. His blood warmed as he conjured up a face and body to go with such an exotic sound. He hurried to Apollo as fast as his damaged leg would allow, and pushed the huge horse back farther into the thick wood. He warned him to silence, knowing the horse would stand still until given the command to move. Stefan turned and made his way back to the edge of the thick copse of foliage he hid behind. For long moments he stood, wondering for the second time if he had dreamt the voice. The light sound of footsteps crunching along the rocky path to the secluded pond heralded a visitor. He crouched, wincing at the pull of skin and muscle on his damaged thigh, and rethought his position. As he made to adjust, he stopped all movement.
“Jane, hurry, I must get out of these mud-caked rags!” called a melodic female voice in Welsh.
Stefan crouched lower. Not moving a single muscle, he watched as a wood nymph danced into view. His eyes widened. She was tall, slender, and, as his gaze raked her body, buxom. He smiled. She was undressing in a most uninhibited manner as she hurried toward the inviting pool. And, he could see why. Her emerald-colored gown was covered in mud on one side, as was her long sunburst-colored hair.
When she yanked the kirtle from her body, he held his breath. The soft linen of the chemise beneath molded against her full curves in the soft breeze. “I cannot believe I fell from my horse!”
“You have become too arrogant, milady,” an old woman said, hobbling into the clearing holding a cloth bundle. “’Tis time someone brought you down a peg.”
A noblewoman? A Welsh noblewoman? He grinned wider, and silently thanked Rhys and Wulfson for their tutelage of the language. He would repay them handsomely when next they met.
The eager lady did not wait for her maid to help her undress further. She sat upon the stone he had himself just lain upon and unlaced her soft leather boots, untied her garters, then rolled down short white chauses. His body tightened when she stood and pulled the chemise from her body. Heat filled him as he slowly stood, unable to turn away, indeed, could he have. Transfixed, he took in every sensual inch of her body. She was tall for a woman and majestically golden. Golden hair, golden skin. Her breasts were full and rose high upon her chest. His hands opened and closed, wanting to feel the soft firmness of them beneath his fingertips.
He envisioned his large calloused fingers gently brushing across a pink nipple, feeling it come alive beneath his touch. His cock filled as his eyes traveled down her flat belly to her rounded hips and to the blush-colored triangle between her thighs. He hissed out a low breath. She was breathtaking, and at that moment, Stefan knew what it meant to want something so badly that he would give his right arm to possess it. His cock lengthened at the spectacular sight, and had she been alone, he would have been so bold as to show himself, Adam to her Eve. He wanted to join with her, and mate.
“You are shameful!” Jane scolded. “What if there are bandits in the wood?”
“Keep watch, Jane, I will be but a few minutes. We have been riding hard for days. The dirt of the road clings to me and you know I have not bathed since we departed Dinefwr.”
Dinefwr? ‘Twas where Prince Hylcon resided. This he knew, for the Dinefwr-Castile bloodline was amongst the finest; not only in all of Christendom, but even the Saracens of the Holy Land traveled to Dinefwr to breed their mares to Hylcon’s stallions.
Intrigued, he watched the lady gingerly stick a toe into the cool water. She gasped in a breath at the chill, when she did her breasts rose higher, as did he. He smiled despite the pain it caused him, as she slowly glided into the pool. Her golden skin puckered and her blush-colored nipples tightened.
“Go, Jane, and leave me. Go down the path and make sure that letch Dag keeps his distance.”
The errant lady slid the rest of her long body into the cool, clear water, gasping at the coolness. Stefan squirmed where he stood, the tension between his thighs overriding the tension of his wounds.
The servant set her bundle down on the rock and untied it, then spread out clothes and a long linen towel. “Here are your clothes, you will have to dry yourself. I cannot guard the path and dress you at the same time. Do not dally, milady, we must be back on the road.”
The lady splashed water at her maid and scoffed. “Dag has lost his way, and because of it, we have lost time. I fear we will never get to Yorkshire.”
“He is not the most intelligent of men,” Jane admitted, then, reluctantly, the old woman moved back down the path they had come.
Stefan knelt on the soft loamy ground and watched captivated, as the wood nymph swam in the small pool, and as he had done, she grabbed a hunk of springy moss from beneath a fern. When she stood and the clear water sluiced down her breasts to her belly, glistening like pearls under the sunlight, Stefan stifled a groan.
She reached over to the bundle and grabbed a bar of soap, and when she lathered it, he held his breath. Her slender hands smeared it across her breasts and down her belly to her thighs. She tilted her head back, her back arched, those luscious breasts pointed to the sun. Her hands slid across her body with brazen familiarity. He wanted to touch her so. She had no modesty, and he could tell just from the way she touched herself she would be an adventurous lover.
She sank deeper into the pool, allowing the water to carry the lather away. When she completely submerged and shot up, her body glistening in the sun, Stefan slowly stood and took a step closer. She put the soap to her hair and vigorously washed it. She went under again, and this time when she erupted from the water, like Venus herself, the erotic image was too much for Stefan. He groaned. She gasped, and turned crossing her arms over her chest. “Who goes there?”
Stefan grinned, ignoring the pain it cost him. How badly he wanted to show himself, and how badly he wanted to lose himself in all of that gold and honey, he could not measure, but even had he the time for a dalliance, he doubted he possessed the strength. ‘Twas a shame, for it had been months since his last woman, and none could he recall as comely as this one frolicking in the water before him. He was just about to move deeper into the wood when he heard another voice. A man’s voice.
“Would you like some company, Princess?”
Princess? Stefan’s interest suddenly went from his cock to his head. A Welsh princess? Mayhap Hylcon’s daughter?
“Dag! How dare you trespass! Turn your back and return to the others!” she commanded.
Stefan eyed the intruder as he emerged from the path into the clearing. Nearly as tall as Thorin, bald, but sporting a full blond beard, hard narrowed eyes, and dressed in the manner of a Norseman complete with battle ax. A Viking. What was a Viking doing with a Welsh princess in the middle of battle-fatigued Mercia? She had mentioned Yorkshire. An area, despite Hardrada’s defeat last year, still heavily populated with Norse.
“I cannot do as you command, Princess Arianrhod. As you have so thoroughly done to my uncle, so too you haunt my every waking thought.” He continued stalking her, as a fox would a plump hen.
“Stop now, Dag! Stop before you do something we will both regret,” she warned, and, though she tried to keep her voice strong and sure, Stefan heard the fear in it.
Dag laughed as if every day he plucked an unwilling maid from the water, and continued his slow, deliberate pursuit. “I will have no regrets. I want you as I have never wanted anything in my life. I will have you.”
The princess backed up to the rock she had undressed on and grabbed the linen from where the maid had set it. She started to stand, to wrap it around her but thought better of exposing herself to the unwanted intruder. Instead, she dragged it into the water, soaking it, then wrapped it around her body. Stefan shook his head. ‘Twould only weigh her down and show off every curve.
She dragged herself from the water on the side of the pond closest to where he hid. He swallowed hard at the display. As forethought, she was a vision, to be sure, in the thin wet cloth. It clung to her full curves, and despite the position she found herself in, the princess’s royal nipples were hard and strained mightily against the cloth. Slowly, Stefan moved closer to the edge of the foliage that shielded him. And, as was his instinct when trouble brewed, he reached for his sword where it lay on the ground beside him.
The Viking nimbly hopped from the shore to one rock, then another, then to the one the princess stood upon. She opened her mouth to scream, but the Viking was quick; he grasped her, slapping his hand across her mouth. The little hellion bit him and punched him with her fists. The damp linen clung to her between them, but now it covered less than it had a moment ago.
Stefan’s impulse was to defend the lady’s honor, but too much was at stake for him to show himself.

6/10/2009

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6/09/2009

Eyecandy - For E.H.

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6/09/2009

Their Lady Liberty

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Holy hell that was hott. if you need a quick tease this is the book for you. Sweet, sexy, emotional, and erotic all rolled into one. I give this one a thumbs up and will keep it handy for when I need a quick read. Going to take a cold shower now.....


Their Lady Liberty
Resplendence Publishing
ISBN: TBA Contemporary/Erotic Romancee-Book
Their Lady Liberty

There's nothing Liberty likes better than to spend her time with the two men who ignite her body and show her pleasures like no other. She belongs to them both and doesn't want it any other way.
Brandon and Neil want nothing more than to make Liberty happy and satisfied. With her hot body and carefree ways, their mind is on little else except the next time they get together. As they see it, there are worse things to be than at the mercy of a sex goddess.
Behind the steamed up windows of Brandon's van, the threesome meet up for an afternoon rendezvous where they can love freely and live out their most decadent fantasies.


The afternoon sun shone down in all its golden glory, blanketing her body like a warm caress. Signs of spring popped up along the forest with new foliage and vibrant splashes of color . She inhaled deeply and caught a heady fragrance in the air. It stimulated her senses and made her all too aware of the decadent hunger festering between her thighs.
Liberty clasped the thin gold chain around her neck and carefully opened the heart-shaped locket. With her fingernail, she traced the handsome faces that stared back at her. Brandon Lackey and Neil Paxson. Two of the hottest guys she'd ever known, and boy did they know how to satisfy a woman. After graduation the three swore to remain close. A promise she continued to keep.
With her workday over, she looked forward to what lay ahead. The extra hours she'd been putting in were taking a toll, but in the end she knew it would all be worth it. A new chapter of her life could begin, and she'd been dreaming of it for ages.
An impatient sigh left her lips and hung heavy in the humid air. She glanced at her watch, the one with the chipped face, and smiled. It was just after three o'clock, and the boys would be by soon to pick her up. In the meantime, she sauntered along the wooded trail that led to the nature park.
Liberty snapped the locket shut and kissed the jewelled exterior. Tiny topaz gems outlined the heart and sparkled in the sunlight. The pendant had been a special gift from Neil and Brandon for her twenty-first birthday. She'd half expected a vintage rock album or even a bouquet of wildflowers. They liked to spoil her, and took advantage of any occasion to do so. Far as she was concerned, spending time with them was gift enough. But when they brought out the locket, she'd been moved to tears. Along with their sentimental words.
"You know you'll always be our special girl. Our Lady Liberty."
And she was theirs. She belonged to them both. In heart, mind, spirit, and body.

6/08/2009

Her Mothers Killer

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Another great read by Melissa Schroeder. The who done it aspect of this one hooked me from the start. I found myself pondering all the characters as they were introduced just to see if I could figure out who the killer was. Everyone was suspect in my mind.
As always I completely fell for all the characters. Thea is a strong, take no crap heroine. Duncan is the brooding alpha male who will stop at nothing to keep his woman safe. Together these two turn up the heat and give us the erotic ride we all love.
Twists and turns abound in this one and I hope to see more books like this in the future. Maybe Thea's brother Jed will have his very own crime to solve.......

HER MOTHER’S KILLER


HER MOTHER’S KILLERPUBLISHER: WCP TORRID

DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-60313-188-9PRINT ISBN: 978-1-60313-187-2
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Althea Johnson would like to leave the past behind. The memories of her mother’s murder lurk in her dreams. She was happy to try to ignore it until someone drives her off the road and then begins sending her sick letters. Deciding to return to the small Texas town where it took place, Althea plans on using the skills she developed at Atlanta PD to solve the case. Her main problem is avoiding the sheriff, her old crush, Duncan Perry.
Duncan can’t believe his best friend’s little sister has grown into such a wonderful bundle of curves. He is at first stunned by his reaction to her, but never one to be slow, he starts putting the moves on her. It isn’t until he is completely seduced by her that he realizes that she is putting herself in danger to solve the old crime.
As both of them fall in love with each other, the stalking and danger escalates. Women close to Althea’s description are being found raped and murdered. The new lovers work overtime to figure out just what went wrong 20 years earlier, not realizing the mysteries they will reveal could jeopardize everything they are fighting for.

PRAISE FOR THE BOOK


While Ms. Schroeder thankfully adds more than enough love scenes to satisfy even the most ardent erotica fan, her touch is delicate and her characters have enough depth to make the book about more than just bodies coming together on paper. It is a joy reading a book by an author who can actually write, and write well. This is book that any fan of romantic suspense needs to read very soon, you will not regret it. MICKEY, You Gotta Read Reviews


With a smorgasbord of juicy intricate details, the plot is a feast for the reader’s soul and a marvel the storyline could come together so seamlessly with no loose ends, no stones left unturned, no slow spots and no insulting solutions. The fearful tension begins with the first sentence and only steps aside for the intensity of the sexual tension…an absolute must read.
Karen Haas, Just Erotic Romance Reviews, Five Stars, O Rating


EXCERPT
He decided he’d waited long enough for Thea and started up to the house. He ignored the interested stares and his brother’s laughter. Within moments, he stepped into the house. A few more people were gathered around the TV waiting for the next football game to start. Duncan paid them no attention and kept walking, determined to get to his destination. He turned the corner and started down the hall as Thea stepped out of the bathroom. Her eyes widened when she saw him.
“Duncan—”
He ignored her, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her around another corner for privacy. She practically sputtered and tried to dig in her heels, but he didn’t slow down.
“Duncan Michael Perry!”
He stopped once he knew they were far enough away from the other guests. “What?”
She settled her hands on her hips. “What? Just what?”
He crossed his hands over his chest to keep from touching her. But it was hard to resist her. Her face was still flushed from the cool air outside and her irritation. He wondered what she would look like when she came.
“Duncan.”
She never lost her Texas twang, and it deepened when she was mad. He could just imagine her moaning his name, the way her flesh would feel against his.
“Duncan!”
He shook his head trying to get rid of the image, but it just wouldn’t budge. All he could think about was having her under him.
“Stop.”
He focused on her mouth, the lush ripeness of her lips as her tongue darted out over the plump bottom.
“Stop what?” he asked.
He leaned closer, drew in the sweet essence of her.
“We agreed this wasn’t a good idea.”
He shook his head. “You said, not me.”
She placed her hand on his chest and he looked down at it, then back up at her. He saw it there, the passion he felt burning in his veins, speeding through his blood like fire. He knew she felt it. Her eyes darkened, her breathing increased. The noise of the TV and the guests faded in the background.
He leaned forward. She offered him no other resistance as he rubbed his mouth over hers, the barest of touch.
“We shouldn’t.”
Her voice barely registered it was so low, the denial so weak. Her breath heated his lips, her tongue dipping into his mouth.
“But we will.”
Without waiting for her response, he dipped his head and took possession of her mouth.

6/08/2009

June Reads

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1.Undead And Unwelcome - MaryJanice Davidson (Funny)
2.Her Mothers Killer - Melissa Schroeder (Great Read)
3.Their Lady Liberty - Ann Cory (Whew, that was hott)
4.Master Of Craving - Karin Tabke (I just cant get enough of this series!)
5.Accidentally Dead - Dakota Cassidy ( Hee Hee )
6.Turning Paige - Melissa Schroeder (Wonderful as always)
7.Skin Trade - Laurell K Hamilton
8.In Over Her Head - Judi Fennell
9.Red Headed Stepchild - Jaye Wells (MUST READ for UF lovers!)
10.Virgin River - Robyn Carr ( Love it! )

6/06/2009

Taming The Fire

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Taming The Fire(ACRO Book 4)

Bantam DellMay 2009

ISBN-10: 0385340826ISBN-13: 978-0385340823




POWER. PLEASURE. DANGER. IT DOESN’T GET ANY HOTTER THAN THIS.
He came to the underground London club for a night of extreme sex play with the enigmatic “Mistress Rik”. But the Special Agent known as Trance is really on a search-and-rescue mission to keep her alive. Part predator, Ulrika “Rik” Jaegar possesses feral powers that make her a danger to others–and to herself. That’s why the Agency for Covert Rare Operatives (ACRO) wants to recruit her to their side….To do so, Trance will have to pull off the impossible: capture and control Rik, both woman and beast.


On the run from the deadly agency that changed her into a pleasure-seeking shape shifter, Rik uses sex to rein in her own raging desires. Operating on pure instinct, she trusts no one…especially the magnificent alpha male with the power to seduce her into submission. An undercover agent with unique hypnotic gifts, Trance is surprised by his instinct to hold Rik and keep her safe — but he has a job to do. And as he hunts her down, as Rik and Trance are thrust into the ultimate game of domination and submission, they’ll enter a place where surrender is their sole hope of survival — and the only thing that can tame the wild beast in both of them…