Thursday, October 13, 2016

Blog Tour w/Giveaway: When a Marquess Loves a Woman by Vivienne Lorret


He hates her for breaking his heart. She detests him for destroying her future.


WHEN A MARQUESS LOVES A WOMAN
Season's Original #3
Vivienne Lorret
Released Oct 4th, 2016
Avon Impulse


As a young, penniless gentleman, Maxwell Harwick knew he had little to offer Juliet White—the most beautiful debutante of the season—except his love, and one thoroughly scandalous kiss. But when they were discovered in a compromising position, a nearly ruined Juliet fled into the arms of a rich, older lord... taking Max’s heart with her.

Now a widow, Lady Juliet Granworth intends to use the fortune she inherited from her odious husband to build a new life in London. Five years have passed, but she’s never forgotten Max… or his soul-searing kiss. Yet it’s clear the newly-minted Marquess of Thayne has not forgiven her—after all, the infuriating man can barely stand the sight of her. But Juliet has endured far too much to give up without a fight and if it’s a battle of wills he wants, it’s a battle he’ll get.

He hates her for breaking his heart. She detests him for destroying her future. But beneath all the loathing, simmers an intoxicating passion that neither can ignore… and the harder they resist, the harder they will inevitably fall.

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He spread his arms out in a shrug, cakes in one hand, walking stick in the other. “Now, as you can see, I am utterly helpless”—he paused at the sound of her scoff—“and unable to taste the cake that you offered to feed me.”
“I made no such offer.”
“Then I cannot think of what I heard moments ago unless . . .”—he lowered his voice—“you were flirting with me. But you, the ever-composed Lady Granworth, would never do such a thing.”
He wanted to see her color rise, her ire flash, anything. Damn it all, he needed to ruffle her feathers and crawl under her skin. It was the least she owed him.
“I would not even know how to flirt,” she boldly lied and without batting an eye.
Wasn’t every nuance of flirtation woven into her being? Every downward sweep of her lashes. Every subtle curl of her lips. Every slash of her tongue. Every single breath!
“Oh, I’m certain that is a false statement,” he said, keeping his tone smooth and even. “All you have to do is admit to flirting with me, and I’ll be on my way.”
“I. Admit. Nothing.”
He held out his hand. “Then feed me a cake.”
She stepped forward so suddenly she nearly startled him in the process. “Fine.”
The crisply enunciated word tolled a warning bell within him, advising caution. He had anticipated their continued banter and even her eventual retreat, but not her acquiescence. Instinct told him to be wary. And yet curiosity fixed him to the spot.
Lifting her hand, she slipped the serviette into her delicate palm, the edges draping over fingers. He stared, paying close attention to every movement, noting how her lace mitts left the entire length of her slender fingers exposed. No doubt, like her dress, they were designed for a purpose, bringing to mind thoughts of bared limbs.
Then, with a delicate pinch of her thumb and forefinger, she picked up the first cake.
Anticipation thundered in his chest, neck, and ears simultaneously. She could still balk. Still storm off in a flurry. He was prepared for such a response but no longer assured of it. Perhaps challenging her wasn’t the best idea after all.
His gaze shifted from the cake to her eyes, over and again. Her gaze, on the other hand, remained fixed to his as she slowly lifted the cake—
And popped it into her mouth. Then she closed her eyes, a smile curving her lips, while emitting a low murmur of sensual delight.
Max couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move if someone were to set him on fire. The pulse that had pounded so hard an instant ago abruptly dropped to his trousers, banging like a drum as blood engorged his flesh.
The tip of her pert tongue slipped out to tease him further. The taunt transformed into torture when she licked the pink icing from her fingertip and then her thumb. When she finished, her eyes opened, the blue a brighter, deeper hue than the sky overhead. He found himself unable to look away.
“Delicious,” she purred. “So good in fact that I think I’ll have another.”
She pinched the second cake, her lips parted. But before she could lift it to her mouth—before he knew what he was doing—he seized her wrist.
He was half-tempted, half-wild with the need to kiss her, to lose himself in the silken texture of her lips once more. To haul her into his arms and feel the curves of her body with his hands.
It took every shred of control he possessed not to give in. At least, not completely.
Watching her all the while, he lowered his head and took the cake into his mouth.
He swallowed it without fanfare or appreciation. The dessert he really wanted was still waiting.
He slipped her finger into his mouth next, the dainty pad at the tip more silken and sweet than marzipan. In slow, searching swipes, he laved her flesh, mapping the route of every fine impression, wicking away every last bit of icing. He would have stopped if he was frightening her. Hell, he was startled by his own actions. But when he saw her pupils dilate, her gaze drifting down to his mouth, and then heard the quickening of her breath, he knew she was not afraid of him.
She was one of two things—either wholly, explosively angry or . . . wholly, explosively aroused. And since he’d been the recipient of her temper before, he wagered it was the latter.
A surge of triumph merged with the unleashed desire coursing through him. She could pretend she was cool-headed and aloof all she wanted, but he knew better. Five years ago, that same passion had slipped through the cracks in her composure.
He wanted more. Greedy, he curled his tongue around her, drawing her flesh deeper, and gently grazing the delicate furrows of her knuckle with his teeth.
“Max.”
His name shuddered out of her lungs and past her lips, sending a tremor through him. Yet the tinge of vulnerability in her passion-laden plea swiftly brought him to his senses.
With a quick tug, he pulled her closer. Still holding his walking stick, he touched the handle beneath her chin and tilted it up. “Perhaps you should reconsider flirting with your enemy in the future.”


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USA Today bestselling author, VIVIENNE LORRET loves romance novels, her pink laptop, her husband, and her two sons (not necessarily in that order … but there are days). Transforming copious amounts of tea into words, she is an Avon Impulse author of works including: Tempting Mr. Weatherstone, The Wallflower Wedding Series, The Rakes of Fallow Hall Series, The Duke’s Christmas Wish, and the Season’s Original Series.


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Review & Excerpt Tour w/Giveaway: Bound to Submit by Laura Kaye

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Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…

12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life. Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…

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About Bound to Submit:

From the ruins of an abandoned church comes Baltimore’s hottest and most exclusive BDSM club. Twelve Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…

He thinks he caused her pain, but she knows he’s the only one who can heal her…

Kenna Sloane lost her career and her arm in the Marines, and now she feels like she’s losing herself. Submission is the only thing that ever freed her from pain and made her feel secure, and Kenna needs to serve again. Bad. The only problem is the Dom she wants once refused her submission and broke her heart, but, scarred on the inside and out, she’s not looking for love this time. She’s not even sure she’s capable.

Griffin Hudson is haunted by the mistakes that cost him the only woman he ever loved. Now she’s back at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, and more beautiful than ever, and she’s asking for his help with the pain he knows he caused. Even though he’s scared to hurt her again, he can’t refuse her, because he’d give anything to earn a second chance. And this time, he’ll hold on forever.

 

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Hey everyone! I’m so excited for the release of Bound to Submit, the first official book in my brand new and super-hot Blasphemy series! And today, I’m sharing an excerpt from the book, an erotic second-chance love story featuring a tormented Dom and a veteran amputee heroine – this is my first story with a female veteran and I adored writing Kenna’s character! I hope you’ll enjoy this taste and pick up your copy – and welcome to Blasphemy!
Now, here’s a peak at the emotion and connection between Griffin and Kenna in Bound to Submit – enjoy!

“You came for me,” Kenna whispered, peering up at Griffin standing at her front door. She hadn’t thought she wanted to see him tonight after their fight, but now she knew she was wrong. Because, God, his rugged face looked a whole lot like coming home.

“I did,” he said, stepping closer. So close that his heat warmed her body. “And I’ll keep doing it until you tell me to stop.”

“Griffin,” she whispered, the intensity in his voice stirring so much inside her. Feelings, memories, desires.

“Aw, baby, come here,” he said, pulling her into a bear hug so comforting that she choked out a little cry from the sheer relief of it.

Kenna buried her face in his broad chest and breathed him in. Her arms circled his strong back, and then they stood there for a long time, just holding each other. How could he make her feel so much when they’d been apart for so long? Why did this feel so natural with Griffin despite those years? How could she find a moment like this one, of such peace and solace, after all they’d been through?

She didn’t know, but part of her wondered if the whys and hows mattered. Some people waited their wholes lives to find even a fraction of what she felt in that moment. Maybe that was what mattered. Maybe that was all that mattered.

“Can I please come in?” he asked, his lips against her hair.

She nodded, motioning for him to enter. “It’s, um, it’s not much.” She looked around the small studio—it looked like a dorm, only without any personality or color.

“It’s where you are,” he said. “That’s all that matters to me.”

He was killing her with his sweetness right now, he really was. “Um. Okay.” She grasped the end of her stump, shielding it with her hand. “Can I get you something to drink? I think I have—”

“Baby.” He got right up in her space again.

“What?”

Baby,” he whispered, leaning in close. His lips brushed her cheek. “You don’t have to entertain me. You don’t have to hide from me.” Gently, he pulled her fingers from what was left of her forearm.

She released a shaky breath. “It’s not pretty.”

He shook his head and made a noise low in his throat. “No, it’s not. It’s fucking beautiful. Because it’s a part of you. A part of you that got injured in the service of your country, Kenna. Your arm is a damn badge of honor as far as I’m concerned. Come here.”

A warm pressure expanded within her chest. What was he doing to her? Because right now, his words were wrapping around her as tight as his ropes ever did.


Review
4 Stars

Was give this book and promised a honest review.

Ok first I need to say that this is not something I know a lot about, its not my lifestyle. But found the story intriguing as we see Kenna Sloane fight several demons. First was the loss of someone she loved, then upon joining the Marines and found her self in Afghanistan she loses a best friend and in the process barely survives.
Back home she goes through a lot of things but the memories of Griffin and the hope he can help her heal she seeks him out.
Will it work for them re united after all those years, well you will have to read it to find out, but it was well writen and not hard to understand her or Griffin.

Reviewed by Jara


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"A searingly sexy story with some of the hottest scenes I've read in a long, long time. Laura Kaye shows her mastery of the BDSM world. I'm eagerly anticipating more in this bold new series!"

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    laura-kaye-headshotAbout Laura Kaye: Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty-five books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.      

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Virtual Book Tour w/Giveaway: The Congressman's Wife by Arie Pavlou & Charlene Keel


The Congressman’s Wife
by Charlene Keel
GENRE: Contemporary Romance

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BLURB:

All Eden Bancroft has ever been to her high-profile politician husband is a trophy wife, born and bred for the part. She believes she has no choice but to play it—until she meets a talented chef and restaurant heir who makes her feel loved for herself alone. The more her husband uses and belittles her, the more deeply Eden falls for Kaleb. Even with Mitchell’s congressional campaign in full swing, the lovers manage to find brief stolen moments together. When her husband is wounded by a bullet from a disgruntled lobbyist, Eden must stay by his side. What she learns can set her free, if she has the courage to take a stand.

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Excerpt:

Excerpt Two:

The Insistent Spark


Paulie’s cabin was an old country house, right on the water, on a hill overlooking Hunter Lake. It was freezing inside, so cold they could see their breath in front of them.

“The place has been in the family for a few generations,” Paulie said. He flipped a switch and an overhead light in the living room came on. “Electric is on all year, but we never put in a heater.”

“But there’s a fireplace,” interjected Kaleb. “Why don’t I give the ladies a quick tour while you get a fire going?”

Paulie and Sybil had hit it off immediately. There was a fun kind of chemistry working between them—light and carefree and not at all like the insistent spark that smoldered, low and sweet, between Eden and Kaleb.

“There’s only one condition,” Eden had told Kaleb when she’d agreed to let him and Paulie hang out with her and Sybil for the day. “My husband is a public figure and—”

“And he’s not here,” Kaleb said.

“Some of his constituents may be. I have to be discreet.”

“I’ll walk five feet behind you at all times,” he said and she laughed again.

“I just . . . I don’t want to do anything that might hurt my kids.”

“Me either,” he said. That’s when he touched her for the first time. He took her hand in his and pressed it against his chest. She found the gesture surprisingly intimate.

First they hit the antique stores in Hunter Village. Then, at a gift shop, she bought t-shirts for the kids. After an innocent-looking lunch at the very public Hunter Steak House, they drove over to Ashland apple orchard where they ate warm apple pie with fresh whipped cream. Instead of having dinner at a restaurant, Kaleb had a better idea.

So they’d gone to a little gourmet market where he got some fruit, two loaves of home-baked bread, two local cheeses (cheddar and brie), two bottles of wine and a bottle of cognac. Eden thought Paulie’s cabin was wonderful. The living room had floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out on the lake and offered a spectacular view of forest and mountains. There was a wood-burning stove in the small kitchen, along with a modern electric range and microwave oven. When they went back into the living room, Kaleb unwrapped the cheese and a rack of lamb they’d bought at the gourmet market and set it all up in front of the stone fireplace. Paulie had the kindling going, and the logs soon caught flame.

Kaleb got the lamb turning on the spit and made the fondue. Dipping chunks of bread and roasted meat into the warm, rich cheddar, they gorged themselves. Laughing, talking, telling jokes, eating and drinking, they put more logs on the fire and edged closer to it for warmth.

“You know,” Paulie said after a while, rising and helping Sybil up. “I’ve got an electric blanket upstairs somewhere. Want to help me find it?”

As Paulie and Sybil headed upstairs, Kaleb joined Eden, who was sitting on the floor, on a thick, luxurious bear rug. She took the poker and stirred the fire, making the flames leap higher. She had never wanted any man as she wanted Kaleb. She told herself it was the beautiful fall night and the charming old house that made it seem so romantic, but she knew it was more than that.

He watched her for a moment before he gently took the poker from her and rested it against the fireplace. Slowly, carefully, as if she were made of spun glass, he drew her to him. Lightly—so lightly their lips barely met—he kissed her. She tried to move away, but he wouldn’t let her go. He put one hand beneath her chin and lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. She saw the longing in his and her heart filled with a strange new emotion.

Before she lost her nerve, Eden kissed him, drinking from his lips as if she was dying of thirst. She had never been so attracted to a man, and the sheer force of it terrified her.

“I’m sorry.” She pushed him away. “I don’t know what I was thinking. This stops here. My husband is running for congress. This—is impossible.”

He kissed her again, and she responded with a sweet, insistent longing she couldn’t deny. It was the last time, she told herself, absolutely the last time.

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Q & A with Charlene Keel

What books/authors have influenced your writing?

The Talisman by Stephen King and Peter Straub. I’ve read it cover to cover at least 13 times. The story is spellbinding, so the first six or seven times it was for sheer enjoyment. It’s also the most beautiful piece of writing I’ve ever read so over the years, whenever I’d hit a wall with my own work, I’d take it out and read it again.

Also, I have to say—my co-author, Arie Pavlou, on The Congressman’s Wife. Working with him gave me such insight into the emotions of a man who is deeply in love . . . with the wrong woman.

Tell us something you hate doing. Why?

The laundry, because it’s boring and distracting and intrudes on my creative thought process.

What's your pet peeve?

Overuse of the word, very. When I was a junior in high school, my English teacher gave an automatic F to any paper with that word in it (I made the mistake only once). It’s not a great adjective, is it? Her philosophy was (and I agree) that with all the marvelous words in the English language, why would you choose one so nondescript?
Who was your favorite hero?

Wolf, in The Talisman. You have to read it to understand. He makes me laugh. He makes me cry. He gives me hope.

Have you ever had one character you wanted to go one way with but after the book was done the character was totally different?

Oh, yeah. It’s amazing when a character comes to life so strongly she develops a mind of her own and refuses to cooperate with me. It was during my work on Come Slowly, Eden, which was about a young FSU student paying her way through college by working as a call girl, with important political clients. It was banned in my home town, by the way (Tallahassee, FL). Maybe I came too close to the truth.

I had planned to have my character commit suicide at the end of the book but when I got to that point, I hit a three-month writer’s block. My then publisher, Leisure Books, was jumping up and down because I was past deadline—and it suddenly hit me. The character I’d created was too strong for that. After all she’d been through to survive, she would never, under any circumstance, end her own life. Once I figured that out, I was able to complete the book in a week. I’ve since recovered the rights and Come Slowly, Eden will be released by Red Sky Presents sometime soon.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Charlene Keel has written over a dozen novels and how-to books as well as multiple episodes of popular TV shows such as Fantasy Island and Days of our Lives. Her Dell book, Rituals, was the basis for the first made-for-syndication soap opera. Recently she co-authored The Tracks, a YA supernatural trilogy. Shadow Train, the final installment, won a Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer’s Choice Award. Keel has also written screen adaptations of novels by bestselling authors, and has worked as editor or managing editor for a few international magazines. In her spare time she ghostwrites books and screenplays for celebrities, doctors, corporate moguls, spies, strippers and anyone who has an interesting story to tell.

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Arie Pavlou is a popular chef who attended Le Cordon Bleu in Paris and then perfected his craft at some of the top-rated Michelin restaurants in France and New York. He has lived and worked in France, Cyprus and the U. S. and is an avid world traveler who speaks five languages. He enjoys all sports and has a talent for knife-throwing, which he perfected at Le Cordon Bleu. Currently Chef de Cuisine at the renowned Bridgehampton Inn in New York, his specialties include Caramelized Baked Alaska, Winter Salad, Roast Lamb Fondue, Wild Game and Poached Pears with Mint Ice Cream. The Congressman’s Wife is his first novel, and he’s currently writing a cookbook.

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