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Thursday, October 9, 2014




Worst epic fail of her scientific career? Falling for a
cyborg she helped create.

Kyra Winters never meant for her cyber science discoveries
to be used for evil, but that’s exactly what happened. Now returning Peyton
313’s humanity is the last chance she’ll ever have to atone. She can’t get back
the lost decade, but she can change the present by restoring the cyborg who was
once Marine Captain Peyton Elliot.

Certainly her grand plan for rectifying her mistakes didn’t
include madly kissing the confused, passionate Marine when he begged her to.
The same scientific mind that constructed the cyborg creator code now warned
her not to let Peyton’s tempting offers of heaven cloud her rational decision
making. Yet it’s difficult to        resist the cyborg she’s restoring when he’s also
the most intriguing man she’s ever known.


Satisfied by his fierce complaining, Kyra walked back to the
chair and knelt at his feet again. She had thumb-printed the chair restraint
locks so a light swipe across the sensor instantly opened them. After the ankle
ones were removed, she removed the one across his chest. Lastly, she moved to
his wrists, pausing as she met his questioning gaze. She had to tell him what
she was feeling. The urge was too compelling and his gaze was too full of hope.
“Today you are more yourself than you’ve been in a long time, Captain Elliot.
Since this may be the only nice conversation you and I are ever going to have,
I want to thank you for your military service and all the amazing things you’ve
done. I’ll even admit that you’re far more charming than your record indicated.
In another time and another place, I might have been willing to play all kinds
of flirty games with you. But this is definitely not that time or place. We are
suspended between heaven and hell right now, and neither of us is an angel.”

“Sleep in the cage with me tonight and I’ll show you heaven,
Doc. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman as much as I want you right now.
Sorry if the speed of my interest offends your sensibilities. I’m listening to
a little voice that keeps yelling inside me. It’s saying this may be my one and
only chance to get you to see I’m more than just some super soldier machine in
need of fixing.”

Kyra felt her lip tremble and bit it hard to make it stop
before she answered. “I already know that about you. That’s why I’m doing this.
Now don’t make me like you any more than I already do.”

“See? I knew you liked me,” Peyton bragged, wishing she’d
come a lot closer. She smelled amazing.

Kyra wondered if Peyton’s desire for her was a lingering
after-effect of all those years of Cyber Husband programming? He would have
studied her file extensively because Norton would have made him do so. He would
have learned all he could about her likes and dislikes. That’s how the program
worked. She purposely hadn’t removed that chip because she needed him to like
her at least a little for just a while longer.

Peyton stared at the woman’s disappointed face. She looked
ready to cry and he couldn’t stand seeing her that way. “How about a kiss to
test your theories about us, Doc? Just one. I need it and I think you need it
too. You already admitted you weren’t married. Look—my wrists are still chained
to the chair. What could one kiss hurt? Come on—what do you say?”

Kyra sighed. She was as exasperated with him as she was
charmed by his pleading. Tomorrow Peyton Elliott was going to hate her. She was
one hundred percent sure of it because it had been proven true twice already
before him.

Tomorrow when Peyton Elliott knew the truth, he would hate
his life and those who had consigned him to his living hell. Tomorrow the
machine would be partially back and Peyton would not be this light-hearted,
mostly human version of himself. He would be a new kind of redefined cyborg.
While no one knew what that was going to be like—not even her—she would bet her
retirement Peyton was still going to hate her after he integrated the present
with his past.

“Please—one kiss, Doc. That’s all I’m asking,” Peyton

Kyra sighed loudly. “You’re a hard man to say no to and
today I’m a sentimental fool. Close your eyes, Captain. I haven’t kissed a man
in a long time. I can’t look at you or I’ll lose my nerve.”

When Peyton sighed dramatically in return and leaned his
head back, Kyra climbed on the electrical shield at the bottom of the operating
chair until she was standing between his legs. Heat emanated from every inch of
the man and he still smelled a little like burnt circuitry. Yet underneath that
stark reality, Peyton also smelled masculine and very alluring.

Kyra sighed again. “I wish I could send you out the door to
live whatever kind of life you want just as you are right now. That’s what you
deserve, Captain Elliott. I want that badly for you, but I can’t make it
happen. Your cybernetic enhancements require you to retain knowledge of how
they work. Too much is at stake and the outcome of your healing affects more
than just the two of us. But thank you for giving me a glimpse of why putting
you through this hell is so important. This moment—it’s very humanizing for
both of us—to want to be kissed and then be kissed. Thank you for sharing this
moment with me.”

“Man, you sure talk a lot. Still waiting for that kiss,
Doc,” Peyton said. He was keeping his eyes tight and his mind off how sexy she
sounded when she got all philosophical.

Kyra snorted at his chastising. She touched her lips to
Peyton’s and instantly found her bottom one nipped aggressively between two
rows of even teeth. Moaning at the delicate trap he’d set for her, her body
tipped forward against his and she had to catch herself on his wide shoulders.
Her hands slipped over them and down his chest without her mind questioning the

When she moaned against his mouth, Peyton ordered himself to
turn loose. After he did, he stared hard at the lip he’d bitten. The woman
wanted him. He could taste it, smell it, and damn it he wanted her too. It was
exhilarating to feel such pure desire flowing so freely through his cells.

A demand to sate that intense longing came from some
desperate part of him that was both familiar and strange at the same time. What
the hell was happening to him mind? It was both relieving and like finally
waking up after being asleep for too long.

“Climb up here and give me a real kiss, Doc. And don’t be so
damn stingy with sharing your tongue. I intend to use it to imagine what else
I’m going to do when you cut me loose from this freaking chair.”

Groaning at how aroused he’d just made her with his sexy
declaration, Kyra climbed into Peyton’s large lap to straddle him. It gave her
better access to his mouth and the chance to indulge just a little more as she
eased her hips down on him. She sighed at her nearly out-of-control feelings
and touched her forehead to his.

“The only reason I’m doing this is because I know you’re
going to take great pleasure in ridding yourself of this memory tomorrow. I
won’t blame you for that action, Peyton. I think it’s the smartest thing you
could do.”

“Stop whining about what hasn’t happened yet, Doc. It’s damn
cruel to suggest this instant attraction between us is nothing. Now kiss me
like you want to—and damn it I know you want to. I am a cyborg, you know.”

He ordered his processor to store the image of her face just
as she caved into his demand and dipped her mouth to his. Her lips were lush
and hot and wet, and her kiss was the most deliriously wonderful experience he
could recall happening in ages. He watched her eyes close in pleasure as he
strained towards her, but froze in the chair when he saw two tears run down her
face. A second later, tears were flowing off her chin in two tiny, steady

“What? What is it, Doc? What’s wrong with this? The
attraction is mutual, isn’t it? We’re alone in here just the two of us. I’m
wearing too many damn restraints to do much harm to you. Hell, keep the chair
restraints in place woman—just be with me before I die from wanting you.”

“I can’t. I can’t take advantage of you, no matter what I’m
feeling,” Kyra said, lifting her arm to swipe at her eyes. “Thank you for the
sexy kiss, Captain. It’s been a very, very long time since I felt anything
remotely close that level of desire for a man. Even if you wipe this away, I’ll
never forget it—or you.”

Kyra slid reluctantly off his lap and straightened her
clothing. “I’m going to release the last of the chair restraints now. Please
keep your distance so I don’t have to use the controller. I’ve hurt you enough
in the last couple of days.”



and Noble

Donna McDonald

Donna McDonald is an active dreamer and finds writing to be
the best way to use her creativity.

Needing to satisfy both sides of her brain, she is a
cross-genre author of contemporary, fantasy, and paranormal romances. Her books
appear on bestseller lists for humor, romantic comedy, space opera, and more.

She craves laughter from her readers and focuses her
attention on making that happen as often as possible. She loves to hear from
anyone who has read her books.

Here’s the other bio version I use:

Donna McDonald considers herself blessed to be a best-selling
author in Contemporary Romance, Humor, and Paranormal Romance. Paranormal
reviewers are calling McDonald "a literary alchemist effortlessly blending
science fiction and romance". Contemporary and humor reviewers often write
to tell her that the books keep them up laughing all night. She likes both
compliments and hopes they stay true forever.

Her idea of success is to be sitting next to someone on a
plane and find out they are laughing at something in one of her books. She
hopes that will be you.

Monday, September 29, 2014


Emelle will award a signed paperback of MOLLY HARPER with bonus novella DUETS included (US ONLY) to THREE randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour.  Please click the tour banner at the top to see other stops on this tour.

Movie star Molly Harper has it all, beauty, success in her field, and a loving family and marriage to actor Ben Delmonico.  Norma Wintz, Molly’s mother, has it all, a lovely life style and two children who adore her, and a respite from the battle against cancer she’s been fighting. Anne Sullivan, at age fifty, is optimistic that her move to sunny Santa Barbara, California, will allow her to be closer to her youngest son and his family, and help her start her life anew after the death of her beloved husband.

But all three of these women, despite their considerable blessings, are plunged into turmoil when the most intimate of secrets that ties their lives together is revealed. At this same time, Molly Harper is confronted with the news that her marriage to actor Ben Delmonico is over. As she navigates this heartbreak and tries to keep the personal details of the drama off the front pages of the newspapers, Molly must also find a way to once and forever negotiate a way forward with her ex- lover and best friend, the volatile and compelling Cruz Morales.

How each of these characters handles the resulting upheaval in their own life, and in their relationships with one another, forms the compelling story of family, secrets and trust in the romantic women’s fiction novel, Molly Harper.

DUETS offers alternating looks into the lives of two women who would seem to have little or nothing in common.

Screen star Molly Harper has it all…beauty, success in her profession, a loving family and an upcoming marriage to actor Ben Delmonico.  But as Molly is on the verge of marrying the man who has swept her off her feet, she still wonders if he hasn’t swept all her feelings for her first love away, Cruz Morales.

A handsome and cerebral college professor, Molly and Cruz have an on-again, off-again history stretching back to Molly’s early teen years. He’s not a man who a girl can ever forget about, and his feelings for Molly are equally conflicted.

Anne Sullivan, happily married for twenty-five years, is fighting to hold onto the man she loves, and hold off a confrontation that could shatter her family’s image of what they are. It involves the beautiful screen star and her mother, upper crust matron Norma Wintz, who Anne has traveled to California to meet under the most dramatic of circumstances.

Duets confronts the most intimate type of family secret that ties these two women’s lives together, just as chance events turn Molly and Anne’s worlds upside down.

Enjoy an excerpt from DUETS:

Anne Sullivan looked down at her watch.

One twenty-one p.m. Norma Wintz was twenty minutes late.

Anne leaned back against the banquette and avoided making eye contact with the hovering waitress. She folded her hands together and wondered if her face looked tight as cellophane stretched over a bowl of tuna salad. That’s how it felt.

I shouldn’t have come. She glanced around the unfamiliar restaurant. It was all glass and mirrors; chock full of shockingly glamorous Californians surely leading shockingly exciting lives. People who wouldn’t understand why a widow from Potomac, Maryland was breaking into sobs and intruding on their lunch experience.

Which is probably what I’m going to do once Norma arrives, she thought. She had tried to prepare herself for meeting the woman, face-to-face, who had adopted her baby thirty-five years ago, but Anne wasn’t sure she was going to be able to handle it as she hoped.

Calmly. Dispassionately. In control.

Anne’s chest suddenly ached, as if all the emotion she’d suppressed for decades gathered into a knot under her ribs.

I should call the number for Norma Wintz and tell her not to come. Which was a great idea, except she’d left her cell phone in the car. And if she went to her car to get it, she might not have the emotional courage to come back.

To say nothing of the fact that if she walked the two long blocks to where she was parked, there was a good chance she would miss Norma Wintz altogether, and the woman would probably think she was a crack pot.

Anne took another peek at her watch.

One twenty-two.

That’s impossible. It felt as if an hour had passed since she’d last looked at the time.

“Excuse me, are you Mrs. Sullivan?” A waiter, his eyes jade green against his tan skin, smiled at Anne. His name tag read ‘Taj’.

“Yes, I’m Anne Sullivan."

“There’s a call for you.” Taj held out a phone.

Anne pressed it against her head. “This is Anne Sullivan.”

Taj clasped his hands behind his back and smiled at her as if she was a small child on the first day of school.

“Hello, this is Norma Wintz calling,” a voice said in Anne’s ear. “I’m on my way but there was an accident and traffic is wretched. I got no answer on the number you gave me, but I wanted to let you know I wasn’t standing you up.”

“Oh, that’s no problem.” Anne nodded at Taj and repositioned the phone an inch higher on her ear. “I don’t have other plans for this afternoon.”

“Fine. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.” The phone went dead.

“Okay. Thank you!” Anne met the waiter’s eyes and wondered how Taj had known to bring it to her.

Norma Wintz must have described me to him. But what could she have said, since we’ve never met?  Look for a woman who seems the sort to give up her first-born child for adoption?

Emelle Gamble was a writer at an early age, bursting with the requisite childhood stories of introspection. These evolved into bad teen poetry and worse short stories. She took her first stab at full length fiction in an adult education writing class when her kids were in bed.  As M.L. Gamble, she published several romantic suspense novels with Harlequin. She contracted with Soul Mate Publishing for Secret Sister, published in the summer of 2013, and Dating Cary Grant, an April 2014 release.

Once and Forever, an anthology which includes the novella Duets, came out on November 1st. Molly Harper, a full length novel starring the characters from Duets 3 years later was released by Posh Publishing in January, 2014. Duets is now available as a standalone novella. Emelle lives in suburban Washington D.C. with her husband, ‘Phil-the-fist’, her hero of thirty years, and two orange cats, Lucy and Bella. These girls, like all good villains, have their reasons for misbehaving.

Her daughter, Olivia, and son, Allen, are happily launched on their own and contributing great things to society, their mother’s fondest wish.

Review Quotes:


“Along with being a very unique and captivating plot, SECRET SISTER offers a shocking turn of the paranormal kind… This is a story of friendship, family, and most of all, true love and what those things can mean. I cannot recommend SECRET SISTER strongly enough… “ Fresh Fiction, Fresh Reviews


"I'll admit I grabbed this book for review more because Emelle Gamble had a story in there - I've loved her significant touch brought to family relationships in a previous book of hers that I've read, and I wanted to confirm if this sort of embroiled-relationships type of tale is really her niche or not. Turns out, it is!" Zee Monodee's Author's Corner reviews

"MOLLY HARPER ...is the first book I've read by this author, but it won't be my last! Ms. Gamble does a wonderful job of drawing these characters and making them just leap off the page."  Long and Short Reviews


"Fantasy and reality blend together in this mesmerizing tale from Emelle Gamble…It's not your typical romance, making it a breath of fresh air in a market currently inundated with new adult contemporary romances (which I do love, but need a break once in a while!). I continue to be a fan of this author..." Andi's Book Reviews


Email: emellegamble@aol.com

Emelle Gamble BOOKS:

DATING CARY GRANT book of the month at Long & Short Reviews. eBook exclusively at Amazon.com

SECRET SISTER… RONE  Award Honorable Mention for BEST CONTEMPORARY NOVEL of 2013
available in audio, paperback and eBook at Amazon   http://amzn.to/17J2Bn6

DUETS, a prequel novella to MOLLY HARPER, now available at Amazon http://amzn.to/1cagyNa

MOLLY HARPER, available in paperback and eBook at Amazon  http://amzn.to/MOJUXa

MOLLY HARPER and DUETS now available in one Paperback volume!  http://amzn.to/1hW6YSj

Friday, September 26, 2014



Wild Hunt, Book 1

Tainted from birth, Harley lives a life cloaked in darkness and temptation. She resists the lure of her evil legacy by holding the memory of her ghostly savior close. Every night without him is agony. She fantasizes about him and yearns for his body, but he’s not the protector or lover she’s envisioned. He’s a Hunter bred to eliminate her kind. He’s also her only hope of salvation.

Calan, the leader of the Wild Hunt, was created to protect mankind from the Unseelie Court. For a millennium, he’s sacrificed to ensure the horrid creatures remain in the Underworld, but his strength wanes. He must rely on his enemy’s daughter to save him, but he doesn’t expect the intensity of their lust or love. Her touch calms his wild nature and ignites his carnal desires. He’ll risk all to save her, but doing so forces him to make the ultimate sacrifice, one that’ll damn him to suffer forever in his own living hell.

A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave




She swiped her thumb over the slit already glistening with pre-cum. His warning turned into a moan. Liking the sound, she bent and kissed the swollen head. His flavor hit her. A shuddered breath escaped. He tasted as smoky and rich as his scent implied. She licked, suckled and teased more of his essence from him. The moans reaching her ears were hers, but the curses belonged to Calan.

Hands in her curls, he urged her closer. The silent demand reflected her wants. She opened her mouth and drew him in deep, as far as she could. She groaned around the thick cock stretching her lips. The unique flavor of her Huntsman had the potential to intoxicate her. Already lightheadedness threatened. She grabbed his thighs to steady her swaying body. Poised above him, she had him right where she wanted him. She wouldn’t let the opportunity pass.

She curled her tongue around him, licking the head she held grasped in her mouth. Another swirl and more of his smoked and rich flavor overloaded her senses. The demand for more echoing in her head mirrored the controlled lift of his hips. She widened her lips and sucked until he hit the back of her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, something she’d never experienced before, but no man she’d ever had in this position had been as large as Calan.

Slow deep breaths through her nose eased the automatic response to the thick cock lodged deep.

He massaged her scalp. “That feels good, but ease back, angel. I’m too much for you. Don’t want to hurt you.”

Not if she could help it. She wrapped her hand over the length of his erection and stroked from its base to where her lips held him. His groan encouraged her and she fisted him, working the section of his exposed cock. More involuntary thrusts and more of his delicious smoked taste flooded her mouth. The muscles of her throat relaxed. With the next push of his hips, she swallowed him.

Her eyelids fluttered on a guttural moan.

So. Damn. Good.



The beauty of schedules in a writer’s life
Life is busy. There I said it. It’s something all people can relate to. Whether you work full-time or stay home, there’s always something that needs to get done. I’m no different. My life is beyond busy. Not only do I have a family, I work full-time on a rotating twelve hour shift schedule. What is that, you ask? Well, it’s fourteen days out of the month where all I do is work and sleep. Sounds fun, right? It’s not, but I’m used to it and it does give me a week off each month. Those precious seven days aka long break becomes my main writing time and it’s not to be wasted.
Schedules are not for everyone, but for me they’re a necessity, at least in my writing life. I’d never get anything accomplished otherwise. After I plan out my personal obligations, I designate any remaining time to either family or writing. On my writing days, I shoot for 3-5K and hopefully 15-25K over the week off. Any other days I have off, I squeeze in as much as I can, even if it’s a couple hundred words. If I know I’m supposed to be writing, I make sure I do it. That means setting timers so I don’t get sucked into social media, closing my email and informing my children that I’m working for the next couple of hours. It doesn’t always work. I’m always tempted to just peek at my email or social media, but for the most part it helps.
On non-writing days, I edit. The beauty of notebooks and word apps makes it easy to go over my rough draft on my lunch break or before bed. For me, I feel a sense of accomplishment as I work through edits and it keeps me close to the story until the next time I have time to add words to it.
Writing this way isn’t easy. It takes dedication and planning, not just with a regimented schedule. Plotting is just as important. I need to know what I’m going to write before I sit down.
So for me schedules are a godsend and they’re the only thing I’ve found that keeps me on track. Now if only I can convince myself to make a schedule for household chores…

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Nancy Corrigan believes in unending love and epic tales with a paranormal flare. She enjoys transcending the boundaries of reality to take her readers on an erotic, emotional and romantic journey.

She resides in Pennsylvania with her husband and three children. When she’s not weaving sizzling fantasies, she works as a chemist in a pharmaceutical lab.

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