Jun 23, 2014

In the Spotlight with Jess Buffett!

Cowboys Chocolate Roses
Silver Stone Ranch 1
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Having just signed a deal that will set his ranch up for life, Joshua Jell is totally unprepared for the changes that are headed his way. After a night spent with the woman of his dreams, josh is devastated when he wakes up alone. Packing his bags, he heads for home, nursing a broken heart.

Brianna Evans has spent the last two years struggling to take back control of her life after a horrific trauma. When events lead her to Josh, she finally believes there is a chance for her to be happy again.

When a ghost from her past threatens to take everything away from her, Bri must trust that her cowboy will stop at nothing to keep her safe.


Waking up slowly, Bri groaned.  Her mind was fuzzy, her head throbbed, and it felt like something had died in her mouth.  God, why did she let Charlotte talk her into doing stupid things?  And it would be Charlotte's fault.  Her sister constantly pushed Bri out of her comfort zone.  And drinking alcohol didn't agree with Bri. 

Why did I drink so much?

Because Charlotte had everything Bri wanted and might never have a chance to get.  A pang of guilt wormed its way into Bri's thoughts.  She loved Charlotte and wished her every happiness, but Bri would admit to having a streak of envy running through her heart, too.  The perfect sister with the fairy tale wedding, a dream Bri gave up—no, she wouldn't think about it.  Not now.

Blinking open her eyes, she winced when a sharp jab shot through her skull at the light, then instantly stiffened—though not from the pain.  She didn't belong here.  The warm beige walls and the dark, heavy furniture were nothing like those in her room.  Oh, God.  Where am I?

Bri shifted, trying to get a better look at her surroundings, but a strong arm around her waist pinned her to the mattress.  A soft sheet draped over her, kissing her skin and Bri realized she wore nothing.  Heat along her back, and a firm, naked erection pressing into her had a prickle of nervous awareness skittering down her spine.  Her pulse beat wildly and she struggled with the implications.  Oh, God.  What had she been thinking?  She could have gotten hurt…again.  No!  She wouldn't think about that.

She muttered, "Geez, Bri.  What have you done, now?"

Cupping a hand over her mouth, afraid she may have woken the man behind her, Bri sighed in relief when the stranger grunted but remained asleep.

Pulling herself gently away, making sure not to rouse him, she slipped out of the bed.  Her knees shaking, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly until the wobbly feeling decreased.  Turning to inspect her bed partner she gave herself credit, he had handsome features.  Thick blond hair, slightly longer on top to frame his eyes, and a chiselled, angular bone structure, the term masculine work of art came to mind.  With the sheet draped to just below his hip, his hard, muscular body seemed huge against the white linens.  Oh, wow.  His erection peeked out from under the heavy cotton, long and thick, and almost begged for attention.  Dampness pooled between her legs, surprising Bri.  She'd never had such an instant reaction to a man before.

It scared her.

The sudden need to run became too hard to ignore.  She trembled at the thought of him waking up and things turning ugly.  She couldn't let it happen again.  Bri fought for breath, sudden fear suffocating her.  She hated being afraid.  Hated feeling weak and helpless.

Grabbing her dress, she quickly pulled it on, before picking up her underwear, clutch, and shoes.  Tiptoeing to the door, she glanced back, taking one last look at the beautiful man lying in the bed.  Regret pierced her heart for a guy she didn't even remember, but so did an overwhelming sense of terror.

"One of these days, you're going to stop being so afraid," she said to herself.

Slipping on her shoes and stuffing the rest inside her clutch, she exited the room, then raced home as fast as she could.  Home was good.  Home was safe.

Stretching his arms up above his head, Josh let them fall back by his side.  Patting the space beside him, he opened his eyes and turned his head.  Empty.  He lay there dumbfounded for a moment.  Josh thought he and Bri had really hit it off, but it seemed she didn't feel the same.  Judging by the coolness of the sheets, he guessed she'd left some time ago.

Josh gazed at the ceiling wondering what had gone wrong.  He had sensed something, knew it had her more cautious than most, but then she opened up a little.  He assumed she had become more comfortable with him.  Christ, he had spoken more to her than he had any other woman in his life.

"Nice one, Josh.  She took you for a ride."  He should have known better, but it had been nice.

No woman ever wanted to talk to him that much, most just tried to get into bed with him.  They all assumed good looks and a cowboy hat equaled not a lot upstairs; he was just a cowboy after all.  Bri clearly thought the same as those women, and that hurt.  Josh actually thought they'd made a connection, one that could maybe go somewhere.  He felt like a fool.


Jess Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She is a mum of two, married to her high school sweetheart. 

Jess is a hopeless romantic who is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance with a happy ending—anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be Shifters, Vampires, Cowboys, or the boy next door. 

A caffeine addict who shamefully can’t make a decent cup of coffee to save her life, Jess believes in soul mates, happily ever afters, and in love at first sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third for the brain to catch up.

Jun 16, 2014

In the Spotlight with Leila Lacey!

Contemporary Romance Author, Leila Lacey Launches A New Sensuous Novel “Dr. Black’s Patient”
Romance author, Leila Lacey is pleased to announce the launch of her new book “Dr. Black’s Patient”, which was published in print and as ebook on April 24th, 2014!
April 25, 2014, Michigan, United States- Leila Lacey, a romance author from Michigan has recently released her new sizzling novel that blurs the line between romance, interracial love & erotica. “The only thing better than a sexy man, is a sexy book.”

“Dr. Black’s Patient” is an interracial romance novel that narrates the story of a successful black woman Dr. Nya Black, who is a smart & sexy pediatric neuro-surgeon. Being raised in Deep South, she has seen the worst of racism and doesn’t usually trust white people. However, one day, her best friend Vixen marries a white guy, which comes as a shock to Nya, but somehow she tolerates their presence and vows she will never fall for a white guy and let anything like this happen to her. However, destiny has something else in store for her, when Salvatore Barbatelli comes in her life, a sexy, rich Italian man who never had to try too hard to get a girl, but when he meets Dr. Nya, a woman who doesn’t fall for his charms, things become quite interesting.
“Dr. Black’s Patient” is currently available from Amazon, Smashwords, CreateSpace and ganxy.com in paperback & ebook format!
For more information, simply visit: http://www.leilaslace.com/

Excerpt from Dr. Blacks Patient
“Sharon, you paged me?” she said to the nurse that was standing there. Sharon had been with the hospital for 30 years. She knew everyone in the hospital and all their business except Nya’s.  Nya was a very private person and nothing but professional when she was at the hospital. But Sharon thought she might just get a little information about Nya after all based on the patient that was in curtain 3 demanding that only Dr. Nya take care of him.
“Yes, Dr. Black,” she said as she passed her a chart. “You have a patient in curtain 3 who refuses to see anyone but you. He will not even let the ER doctors look at him, only you.”
“Sharon, first I told you that you are the only person in this hospital that can call me Nya. Next, I am a pediatric neurosurgeon.  How can one of my patients be refusing any other doctor?” She took the chart and started to turn toward the bed that Sharon had pointed toward.
“He said that he was your patient and he only wanted to see you,” Sharon said smiling as she picked up the phone to answer it.
Nya put her backpack on the nurse’s station knowing they would take it behind the desk and put it someplace safe.  She took her badge out of her pocket and hooked it on the outside of her lab coat again. Like a professional adjustment from Nya to Dr. Black, she grabbed the chart and walked to the curtain and pulled it back saying,
“How can I make your boo-boo feel better, sweetie?”  Just as she finished the sentence she looked up into the eyes of Salvatore Barbitelli.
“Come over here and put those delicious lips right here on mine and that will be a good start,” Sal said.  He was sitting on the bed with gauze up to a cut on his forehead.
“What the f….” Nya stopped herself before she said something unprofessional. “Sal, what are you doing here and why did you have them page me?” Nya said looking at the chart in her hand for the first time now.
“Are you sure you are the top pediatric neurosurgeon in the country? Because I would have thought that was self-explanatory,” Sal said sarcastically wincing in pain at the 4 inch long gash above his right eyebrow.
“Yes, I am, Sal and if you keep talking, I am going to cut you stem to stern and see if I can sew you up before you bleed to death,” Nya said with total disgust in her voice.
Nya had not seen Sal since Vixen and Daniel’s wedding to which he had brought two brain damaged bimbette’s and had spent the entire reception flirting with Nya while the ladies found other “suitors”.  She had gotten to know Daniel a little over the past six months and she still did not get how he was best friends with this idiot!
“I will ask you again and for the last time Sal, how did you end up here and why did you have them page me?”  Nya walked across the room and placed the chart on the counter and started to wash her hands.
“Well, you are the best.  I was working on my bike and hit the throttle to test the pick-up and… well, things did not go as planned,” Sal said wincing again as she took the gauze from him and looked at the cut on his head. “Ouch,” he said as Nya touched the cut on his head examining how deep it was and how many stiches this moron would need.  Nya was nothing, if not professional, even though she hated being this close to him he was injured.
“Oh, suck it up, you big pussy!” she said. Nya took her stethoscope and started listening to his chest and back to make sure his lungs and heart were functioning properly. She was getting very pissed off with herself because she was getting turned on.
God, this man’s body was built for sin.  Nya had five different pictures flash through her mind of all the kinky positions she would like to be in with him.  Only, according to what Sal had said to Daniel about Vixen, Nya was too fat to have mind-blowing sex. She knew that was all this man wanted, so why was he pursuing her?
“Are you staring at my chest, Dr. Black?” Sal said with a sexy grin on his face.
“Yes, jerk, I am.  I am taking your vitals,” Nya replied shaking her head.  This man really thought that he was on the mind of every woman in the world. “You still have not told me why you came to this hospital and asked for me when there are plenty of capable doctors on staff here,” Nya said as she wrote his vitals on his chart.
“Well, I missed you, gorgeous. I have not seen you since the wedding. Have you gotten the flowers and notes and stuffed animals that I have been sending you?” he said to her smiling and reaching out to touch her arm.
Nya slapped his hand away and said “You are going to need at least 30 to 40 stiches on that cut and if you ever touch me again.  You are going to need a straw to eat and a full body cast,” she said, turning away to wash her hands. “I will have the ER doctor come in to stitch you up.”

Romance author, Leila Lacey has done it again. With the release of her Legacy Series, starting with The Beasley’s.   The launch of the first book in the series  “Southern Charm”, which will be published in print and as ebook on May 16th, 2014!

Shelby Beasley epitomizes the term “Southern Belle”. Raised in a wealthy southern family in Shelbyville Georgia. The Beasley’s are a southern family dripping in money, vestige, and tradition. Shelby’s father Jackson comes from and long line of responsibilities and expectations. While Shelby’s sister Savannah and her brother Grayson look exactly how a wealthy heir should look. Shelby is the ugly duck of the family. Smart as a whip and sweet as pie never seemed to be enough to make her parents proud. Shelby has always had one thing that never changed, her best friend Lance Chandler. Lance’s twin brother Logan has always been the man she desired and not just as a friend.
Logan Chandler was a poor nobody from the other side of the tracks. Logan and Lance’s father left their mother when she was pregnant with them. Logan’s mother LeAnn was a school teacher at one of the most prestige’s schools in the south, so the Chandler boys had been allowed to attend for free.  Logan had made some bad decisions as a kid and gone to prison at a young age. Though he has served his time and matured in juvenile detention, in Shelbyville he would always just be another ex-con. Because of that Logan trusts no one, but his twin brother Lance, and detest rich people and classism.
On the verge of opening his own motorcycle repair shop with his brother and getting full custody of his three year old daughter Gia. Logan’s life is content, as long as those rich snobs the Beasley’s stay out of his way.
When Shelby and Lance’s plans to make everyone think they are dating for her sister’s wedding to make her mother happy go array and they need Logan’s help to pull it off. Logan will discover there is one Beasley he would not mind getting to know a lot better. But will Shelby feel the same way.  
Now Available from Smashwords and B&N

Exert from Southern Charm
Ring. Ring. Shelby’s cell phone was ringing. “Cassidy, can you please get my phone for me?” Shelby yelled from the dressing room. Cassidy had demanded that Shelby go shopping with her and get a whole new wardrobe and let her pick everything. She had already selected thirteen new outfits and she was STILL trying on clothes.
“Darling, you just worry about putting those triple D Tata’s in that sexalicious bra!” Cassidy yelled from the other side of the dressing room door.
“Excuse me, ladies, can you keep your voices down, please.” The sales clerk had her nose turned up at Shelby from the moment they walked in the door.
“Excuse me? As much money as we are about to spend in this store, we are allowed to have a Diddy party up in here if we want to!” Cassidy said to the clerk. Shelby squealed and started laughing hysterically. “Why don’t you get my friend and I a glass of Champagne and take that stick out your ass while you are back there,” Cassidy finished with that distinct southern drawl shooing the sales clerk away.
“Well, I never!” the clerk said stomping away.
“Ha, that ain’t surprising!” Cassidy yelled, “And you never will, walking like that.  I think your thong is too tight!” she finished as the clerk stomped around the corner.
“CASSIDY! Stop that and hand me my phone!” Shelby said sticking her hand over the top of the stall.
“Oh, cool your britches, girl. I have the phone,” Cassidy said to Shelby looking at the phone. Hitting the ‘send’ button, she said, “Hey, sexy, how I can suck your dick for you today?” Cassidy said into the phone.

About Leila Lacey
Hailing from Michigan, Leila Lacey is a contemporary romance author in her 30’s who has been writing since the age of 10. She has published several books on relationships, love, romance genres.
Email: uzomamanagement@outlook.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/leilalacey1

Jun 9, 2014

In the Spotlight with Cheryl Dragon!

Too Close for Comfort 

When Eric Ridgeway becomes a millionaire, he does what he couldn’t do before. Maine is the perfect place to open a think tank to help solve environmental quandaries. He knows nothing of shifters or paranormal creatures. 

A nice little group of bear shifters live among humans in a small Maine town. With woods to run in and peace in their territory, they just need to keep an eye out for newcomers who might betray the secret. Ray understands the danger but trusts Eric. It might just be the intense attraction but the bears can’t stop new people from moving in. Scientists building a big facility only miles out of town is a nightmare for most of the bears…even if the owner is a hunk. 

With Geek in the Woods and the Geeks in Nature series—I wanted to do a bear shifter story but something a little different. Brains and brawn. Geeks and Bears. All sexy men who are in it for the right reasons but can’t help their nature. The conflict isn’t personal, yet it is. The problem is built in to the system of the worlds they live in, the laws of their worlds, and who they are. The bears have every reason to doubt the scientists. Men like that love to conduct experiments, discover new things, and publish their evidence. 

These scientists are environmentally focused but even Eric is fascinated by the truth about Ray. They have every legal right to build but massive bears sabotaging the tank certainly could ruin the dream project. He must form an alliance or at least forge peace. Eric and Ray find passion and love but Eric will have to pick the scientists he invites to the tank very carefully… 

I loved this idea because you can believe in both characters and still see why there is mistrust. All it takes is one scientist who can’t resist the glory of a new discovery or one bear who decides there are too many newcomers poking around town. The potential for love is always there as is the inherent conflict between the geeks and the bears.

Major construction disrupts more than Ray Hooker’s life; it rattles his small town with a secret. 

As sexy genius Eric Ridgeway continues building his state-of-the-art think tank, the town’s shifter population is terrified their identities will be uncovered by the group of incoming scientists. When fear drives vandals to slow construction, Ray helps Eric defend his property. Their relationship heats up and, in order to protect Eric, Ray reveals that he’s a bear shifter. 

Now, not only is his secret out of the bag, but Ray needs to decide if loving Eric is worth the risk of discovery by other scientists. None of that will matter if their newfound attraction can’t outlast fear, lies and distrust!
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A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans...where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyzes numbers for a division of a large international conglomerate, which leaves the creative juices free for her erotic romance novels.

Jun 2, 2014

In the Spotlight with Layla Wolfe

Publisher’s Note:  This is Book #2 in the Bare Bones MC series.  This book is a stand-alone and can be read out of order.  However, it is advised to read THE BARE BONES first to get a complete picture of the club’s background, storylines, and setting. 
Publisher’s note:  This is not your mother’s contemporary romance.  Daring readers will encounter sexual assault, violence against women, general violence among men, consensual BDSM, and a HEA.  It is not for the faint of heart. It’s a full length novel of 65,000 words with no cliffhanger.  Recommended 18+ due to mature content.
One two three four five six seven.  All good sinners go to heaven.
Peace Corps volunteer June Shellmound returns to Arizona to care for her dying mother.  At the clubhouse of The Bare Bones motorcycle club, June is swept into the drama when half-breed Lytton Driving Hawk barges in and demands recognition as president Ford Illuminati’s half-brother.
Hot enough to melt steel, Lytton has forged a life apart from the reservation as a brilliant chemist, living the high times at his pot farm in the mountains.  Lytton is no fortunate son, though, and the mortal secrets Ford’s been hiding about their father drive the last nail into their brotherly coffin.
Lytton turns his back on The Bare Bones and sweet bleeding heart June.  Blinded by vengeance, Lytton becomes ruled by his own demons, raising hell alongside Ford’s mortal enemies, The Cutlasses.  Alliances are torn apart within the club, loyalties are divided, and everyone’s true spirits are tested.  When the dust clears, Lytton and June find themselves running for their lives just to…


Putting his hands under my arms, he lifted me onto the library table where his chemistry textbooks were.  I leaned back on a book that was open to some hydraulic engineering tables, spreading my thighs wide.  I had no shame. I knew that if I wanted to win and keep Lytton’s attention, I couldn’t be the prim and proper mathlete or the crusading Peace Corps worker.  I had to be the hard-as-nails, worldly biker chick who was as comfortable on his Softail’s pussy pad as I was in his bed.
He pressed his forehead to mine.  The crotch of his jeans was packed with his straining erection, but unlike most men, he proved he could ignore that for a few seconds.  “I want you to be my old lady.  Weaver forced my hand, June.  I want to put your best interests first in my dominance of you.  Here.”
Without tearing his eyes from mine, he swiped an object from a taller dresser.  I didn’t want to break his gaze either, and I felt more than saw him wrap a wide leather cuff around my wrist.  He was serious now, his eyes brimming with unexpressed emotion, and I had the distinct feeling he didn’t do this sort of ceremonial thing every day.
“Your happiness, your health, your contentment are in my care now, June Shellmound.  I offer this cuff to you to guide you in your journey through life.”  He grinned and added in a less stiff tone, “I’ll get you a better collar when I get down to P & E.  This just happened to be here.  Go with me on this.”
I finally looked down and saw he’d snapped a plain brown leather wristband around my arm.  The contentment Lytton wished for me flooded through me instantly, and I found myself saying, “I want to belong to you and go wherever you want to bring me.  I trust in you, Lytton.  I submit to your guidance because I know you want what’s best for me.”  I have no idea where I pulled that from, but it worked.  I did submit to his guidance—in almost everything.
I probably would’ve said the dreaded “L word,” but he silenced me with a kiss.  Now he leaned into me, pressing his hard-on against my very core, making my inner channel flutter with anticipation.  The shudder seemed to resonate through my uterus and ovaries, sending a surge of estrogen through me.  I angled my hips toward him, locking the heel of one shoe in his back jeans pocket.  Love swept through me because he’d made me his old lady.
It was almost as though he felt that love.  Suddenly some intense and frantic libido took hold of him.  Bending at the knees, he scooped my ass into his palms and carried me to the bed.  He tossed me like a load of laundry and I bounced, my arms splayed above my head, wide open for him.  I knew I was smiling when he stripped that wifebeater from his sculpted torso.  I could have easily stayed there for a century watching him lift his arms over his head, the stylized eagle rippling as it wrapped around his shoulder.
But Lytton didn’t have all the time in the world.  Last time I’d been with him, he’d been a generous, sensitive lover, putting my orgasm first.  He hadn’t even seemed to care about whipping his cock out and finding release.  Now, though, he was all about unbuckling his belt in a flash and finding satisfaction.
I wasn’t prepared—I didn’t exactly wander around Arizona with old expired condoms in my wallet—but I knew it was the safe time of month.  At the moment, to be honest, safety wasn’t first on my mind.  When Lytton shoved his jeans around his thighs and his long, fat cock leaped free, I was his willing receptacle. 
I knew Lytton wouldn’t make me pay for my meal, or bring his fishing pole on a romantic vacation, or measure the spice in the curry jar.  He’d never had his retainer tossed onto the school’s roof—for better or worse, he’d been the bully giving the swirlies and purple nurples to the nerds.  Lytton was a larger than life renegade, a survivor of an impoverished upbringing.  He was tough and courageous, with a fiery spirit that could not be kept down, and right now he was sinking himself balls-deep in me while I cried out with a soul-splitting wail, begging to be filled.