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Friday, May 27, 2011




One bad corpse can ruin your whole day.

No one knows that better than Rhiannon Murphy.
She left behind the flash and sass of Miami for the no-nonsense groove of New York City, eager for a clean slate and a fresh start. A bartender by trade, a loud mouth by choice, and a necromancer by chance; she managed to keep her nifty talent hidden from those around her—until now.

The deliciously good-looking vampire, Disco, knows her secret. When he strolls into her bar to solicit help investigating the mysterious disappearances of his kind from the city, Rhiannon discovers he’s not the kind of person that appreciates the significance of the word no.

But in a world where vampires peddle their blood as the latest and greatest drug of choice, it’s only a matter of time before the next big thing hits the market. Someone or something is killing vampires to steal their hearts, and unlike Rhiannon, this isn’t their first stroll around the undead block.


I released an exaggerated sigh and lowered my head,dropping my guard just long enough for Disco to make his move. His cold hand grasped my arm and my chin jolted up.

“We need to talk.”

“Let go of me, Disco,” I warned heatedly. I would have attempted to yank free but I’d only embarrass myself. Vampires are strong, unbelievably strong, and his grip would be as unbreakable as steel.

“Only if you promise we can talk.” His blue eyes flashed, striking against his pale skin and golden blond hair. His face was long and smooth; a strong squared jaw bringing it all together. With high cheekbones, a perfectly straight and lean nose, and full lips, he would forever be a twenty something looker frozen permanently in time.

“Not here,” I grated between clenched teeth. I glanced around. No one had noticed our little chat yet, and I couldn’t afford to lose my job. Personal relations during office hours were a big no-no. But this one wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Where?” His grip loosened and he studied me cautiously.

“After close, meet me outside, around the back.”

I didn’t bother snatching my arm free until he let go and I turned away, walking quickly to the bar. I returned to my spot, apologizing and pouring a free one for the unlucky schmuck with a purple thumb. Tonight was not going to be a good night, and it wasn’t even over yet.

I glared at the clock - 12:58am. Wonderful.

I was on for another hour, and instead of making the gym for some quality muscle burn, I had a meeting with a creature who scared the piss out of me.



J.A. Saare's Biography

J.A. Saare is a multi-published author in varying genres and has written stories featured in horror magazines, zombie romance anthologies, and flash fiction contests. Her work has a notable dark undertone, which she credits to her love of old eighties horror films, tastes in music, and choices in reading, and have been described as “full of sensual promise,” “gritty and sexy,” and “a breath of fresh air.”

Currently she is penning numerous projects within the urban fantasy, erotic and contemporary, and of course, paranormal romance categories.

Those interested in her "naughtier" side can visit her alias, Aline Hunter, at http://www.alinehunter.com/


Product Details

Format: Kindle Edition
File Size: 544 KB
Page Numbers Source ISBN: 1770650229
Publisher: Mundania Press LLC (May 2, 2011)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services
Language: English
Lending: Enabled


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Thursday, May 19, 2011

New Release Spotlight: Forever Freed - By. Laura Kaye


My heart may not beat, but that doesn’t mean it’s not broken.

After an isolated century mourning the murder of my long-ago family, I crave the irresistible scents of joy and love that radiate from my new neighbors, a single mother and her young daughter. I’m starved for their blood, and for the healing respite from my ancient grief that will accompany drinking down their life-giving emotions. Now to lure them in.

But they surprise me. Little Olivia accepts me without fear or reservation—talking, smiling, offering innocent affection that tugs at my long-lost humanity. Her mother, Samantha, seeks me out when she should stay away, offering sweet friendship, and calling to the forgotten man in me. They lure me in.

Aw, Dio, Lucien, run and spare them while you can…


I stepped out of the shower and dried off, then flushed the toilet for the show of it. When soft knocks landed on the bathroom door, I secured the towel around my waist and opened it.

Samantha leaned on the jamb, her eyes widening as they locked on my bare torso. She reached up and caught a droplet of water running from my hair down my shoulder. Then she placed her hands on my chest, and the fingers on her right hand caught another stray droplet. When she brushed my Blood Mark, I sucked in a breath. Her lips fell open as she watched a third droplet slide around the base of my neck to my chest.

She leaned forward and kissed my skin over the stray droplet and let her tongue just meet my flesh as she drank the water into her mouth. I closed my eyes at the sensation. Her drinking off me was too fucking close to the fantasy of her drinking from me, and all at once the blood turned molten in my veins.

Oblivious to the seismic activity building under my skin, she continued to kiss across my chest. I wrapped an arm around her waist, the heat of her lust searing me. I burned from the inside and the out.

Ah, Cristo. I wanted her so damn bad.

Between kisses, she taunted, “So, I was just wondering if I could get you to growl again.”

I gripped her more firmly against me, wanted her to feel exactly what she was doing to me. I ground the thick column between my legs into the soft flesh of her belly. She moaned appreciatively. Her heart thundered between our chests. And then she was successful in her quest. She bit me.

She flicked her tongue out against my nipple and sucked it into her mouth. Then her teeth closed around the taut peak in a series of playful nips. And I growled. She couldn’t know the significance of her actions—for vampires, biting was very much a part of sex. And she also couldn’t know how wild her bites made me feel.

Instinctively, I grabbed her roughly with both arms and spun her around so her back pressed against the wall next to the bathroom door. She gasped, but I distracted her with my mouth on her lips, jaw, ear, neck. I pinned her hands next to her on the wall. Her chest heaved against me. The scent of her arousal was thick and sweet in the air, making me want her worse than I already did.

She rubbed her thighs together as I ran wet open-mouthed kisses down into the V-neck of her shirt. I rolled my hips into her. She moaned. My teeth tingled, and I had just enough awareness to keep my fangs retracted. But I wanted to sink myself into her—my fangs and my sex—more than I’d wanted almost anything ever before.


My name on her lips was an incredible invitation, so filled with need and longing. “God, I want to touch you.”


Book Trailer


A multi-published author of paranormal, contemporary and erotic romance, Laura Kaye’s hot, heartfelt stories are all about the universal desire for a place to belong.  Laura grew up amidst family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with the supernatural.  Though an avid fiction writer as a teenager, a career as a historian took her in other directions until recently.  Now that Laura’s inner muse has awakened, she’s constantly creating new story ideas!  Laura lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.  


Find Laura on the interwebz:

Website: http://www.laurakayeauthor.com/
Blog: http://laurakayeauthor.blogspot.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/laurakayeauthor
Twitter: @laurakayeauthor
Publisher Website: http://thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=800
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3703867

Product Details
Format: Kindle Edition
File Size: 329 KB
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press; Black Rose edition (May 16, 2011)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services
Language: English

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

REVIEW: Surrendering To The Right Man (Soul Food Diner) - By. A.C. Mason

Reviewer: Tawania
Title: Surrendering To The Right Man (Soul Food Diner)
Author: A.C. Mason


Indy Kent's motorcycle accident last New Year's Eve forced her to fight for things she took for granted. This holiday she makes a special request of her best friend, Liam Boyd, the “I want you to deflower me.” Desperate to get Liam out of her system, a holiday sexcapade seems like just the cure from her long harbored, unreciprocated feelings.

But there is a complication, and his name is Tim, Liam's older brother. Tim's touch last New Year's Eve ignited an unexpected flame between them. The time they spent together during her recovery only furthered her attachment to him.

Emotions whirl; her secret looms. The hotter the burn between the sheets with Liam, the more Indy's yearning drifts toward Tim.

The incident that caused her accident and changed her life might save her heart.

Can she ultimately surrender her heart to the right man?


Indy was in a accident a year ago, and  she will not discuss it with her best friend Liam. What Liam doesn't know is the cause behind her desperate flight to get away from his house, and her reckless actions that lead to her accident. All Liam knows is that he's in love with Indy, and has been for a while. He plans to show her this holiday season how much she means to him.

There is a complication in Liam's plan, his brother Tim. Tim stuck around to help Indy through her surgeries, and rehabilitation after her accident. Liam feels like there is something going on between Indy, and Tim, but he has no proof.

Indy thinks she will finally be able to get Liam out of her system, and be able to move on if she just has sex with him. She has a secret involving her accident, and Tim. Indy plans to tell Liam the reason behind her accident after he has given her what she wants from him, a holiday sexcapade.

The problem with Indy's plan is Tim. Every time, Indy is around Tim, she gets hot and bothered. Indy realizes that she is harboring some kind of feelings for Tim, and she doesn't know what to do or how to handle the situation. She's knows that the secret her, and Tim carry can potentially cause Liam to be finished with the both of them. What is a girl to do?

I really liked the premise of this story. I am a sucker for a friends to lovers story, and I couldn't wait to dive in to this one. I really love Ms. Mason's story telling. The heroine was sassy and believable, both the brothers were gorgeous, caring, manly studs.

The storytelling was very believable, and the sex scenes were scorching. I have to admit however that the story did not turn out how I was expecting, and I did have some closure issues with one of the leading male characters. Overall the story was a good read, and I was satisfied with the ending.

I recommend this book for anyone who likes to read about someone overcoming great adversity, and realizing who there true love was right in front of them the whole time. This story will have you wondering about Surrendering To The Right Man.

3 1/2 STARS

Product Details

Format: Kindle Edition
File Size: 263 KB
Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company (April 20, 2011)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services
Language: English
ASIN: B004XJ676A
Lending: Enabled

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Recipe Saturday - "Mama Mia" Ravioli Bites

Hi All,
Here is a quick and easy appetizer recipe that packs a punch. I made these for a client and received lots of praise for them. I hope you will give them a try, and let me know what you think.

"Mama Mia" Ravioli Bites

Prep Time: 30 Minutes
Total Time: 1 Hr 15 Minutes
Makes: 48 Appetizers


2 Cans (8Oz Each) Pillsbury® Crescent Recipe Creations® refrigerated seamless dough sheet

1 Container (15oz) Whole Milk Ricotta

1 Cup Shredded Mozzarella Cheese (4oz)

1/4 Cup Grated Parmesan Cheese

2 Tablespoons Finely Chopped Fresh Basil Leaves

1/2 Teaspoon Black Pepper

1/4 Teaspoon Of Salt

1 Egg

2 1/2 Oz Thinly Sliced Salami Finely Chopped (1/2 CUP)

1 1/2 Oz Sun-dried Tomatoes in Oil, Drained, Finely Chopped (1/4 CUP)


1. Heat oven to 375°F. Spray 24 mini muffin cups with Crisco® Original No-Stick Cooking Spray.

2. On work surface, unroll 1 dough sheet; cut into 24 (2-inch) squares. Place 1 dough square in bottom and up side of each of 24 muffin cups, letting points of dough extend over edge of cup.

3. In medium bowl, mix remaining ingredients. Spoon about 1 tablespoon cheese mixture into each cup.

4. Bake 10 to 15 minutes or until golden brown. Cool in pans 3 minutes; remove from pan to cooling rack. Repeat with remaining dough and filling, cooling pans between batches. Serve warm.


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Tuesady Is Poem Day! The Mystery - By. Sara Teasdale

The Mystery

The Mystery

    Your eyes drink of me,
    Love makes them shine,
    Your eyes that lean
    So close to mine.
    We have long been lovers,
    We know the range
    Of each other's moods
    And how they change;
    But when we look
    At each other so
    Then we feel
    How little we know;
    The spirit eludes us,
    Timid and free --
    Can I ever know you
    Or you know me? 
    ~ Sara Teasdale ~

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

New Release Spotlight

Hello My Lovelies,

Here are two releases this week by two of my favorite authors. I hope you will check them out, and give them a try. Happy Reading :)

Unwrap Me
By: Savannah Chase
Published By: Dare Empire eMedia Productions

Published: Apr 30, 2011 
ISBN # 9780987130914
Word Count: 11,750

Buy Link  All Romance

Makayla has the perfect boyfriend and a fulfilling job. A hot, sinful threesome would make things perfect for this prim and proper librarian. An upcoming anniversary provides the ideal opportunity, if only she can gather the nerves to ask. Confessing could bring her ultimate pleasure, or end her relationship forever. 

Is the risk of losing one man really worth a forbidden fantasy?

Makayla awoke to a hot, searing kiss. It came fast and full of hunger, setting every part of her being on fire. Her pulse raced frantically. Her heart beat out of control. She reciprocated the kiss and delved her tongue into his warm, inviting mouth as he sensually explored hers. The man’s lips abandoned her suddenly. It left her unsatisfied and wanting more. She sat up in disapproval. Why had he left? You didn’t get a woman all worked up and then vanish. 
Looking around, she saw that she was sitting in a four-poster bed that was not her own. Each post was carved with statues of nude women. So exquisite, and intriguing. Her surroundings were ones she’d never seen before.
The walls were painted a dark, burgundy color. The furniture appeared classic and antique. Erotic paintings of nude women hung on the walls. The room was dim, but lit by beautiful candlelight.
“Josh, where did you go?” she called out.
Silence filled the room.
In the blink of an eye, she found herself standing next to the bed dressed in a silk, sheer white, floor-length nightgown.
Suddenly, the black-haired stranger reappeared in the room once again. He wore nothing but a black mask concealing his identity. It wasn't Josh. But who was this mysterious stranger?
He moved like a tiger- so graceful- as he walked toward her. Each footstep quiet as it hit the floor. Every contour of his body beautifully sculpted. The color of his skin reminded her of sweet caramel.
She had an urge to run her tongue down his body. Their eyes met as arousal began to slowly take over her. His brown eyes locked on her. She couldn’t deny the fact that everything about him was inviting in every possible way. How could she lust after another man when Josh was her everything? This was just a dream. Something her mind concocted because of the events of last evening. She'd never betray Josh, no matter what.
She reached out and touched his chest the moment he stopped in front of her. His flesh was warm, so soft. His eyes seemed to gaze through hers, as if they were looking right into her soul.

Authors Website

Take Me Away
By: Tina Donahue
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing
Publishing Date: May 6, 2011
ISBN: 9781419934407
Buy Link Ellora's Cave

She's everything he escaped…and all that he desires 
Three years ago, Kyle turned his back on a pro-football career and being the target of tabloids or gold-digging groupies. Craving privacy, he gets it at his roadhouse in Northern California until Lexi Sands invades his life. Indulged and surely phony, she's exactly what Kyle fled. 

An actress since childhood, Lexi's fresh out of an anger management program, court-ordered when she lashed out at a badgering paparazzo. Weary of the press's harsh scrutiny, she sees Kyle's secluded cabin as the ideal place to hide out and him as a damn-near perfect alpha male. Deliciously virile. Protective. Principled. She offers him serious cash to let her stay for two weeks, assuring there will be no complications or touching. 
Yeah, right. Passion flares, along with tenderness. Kyle recognizes how lonely Lexi really is, while she's falling hard. Through intimate days and impassioned nights, they explore their most shameless needs, until a cruel betrayal exposes their growing love, forcing a choice neither anticipated.

“Let me get this straight,” Kyle Griffin said. His attention remained on the flat screen TV suspended above the bar, the Braves-Phillies game. “You're asking me to shack up with Vampira.”

Pete Wolnecki made a strangled noise.

Kyle had no idea if Pete was stifling laughter or choking on his five-alarm chili. Its spicy aroma mingled with an abundance of fragrances--the sweet scent of corn, tomatoes and cheese from the other Mexican fare, the tang of foreign and domestic beer, smoke that clung to the patron's clothing, faint perfume from the ladies and a hint of pine from the Douglas firs surrounding this place.
Clearing his throat, Pete spoke in a raspy voice just loud enough for Kyle to hear. “Her name's Lexi.”
Several men groaned before Kyle could.
The guy closest to him whined, “Did you see that? The receptionist in my office plays better ball.”
“With any guy she can find,” his buddy said.
They both laughed.
The game broke for a commercial. Good thing. The Braves were having a shitty night, no different than the kind Kyle had experienced during the worst days of his pro-football career. With his back to the TV, he planted his elbows on the lip of the polished oak bar and regarded two young women who stood yards away at the pool table.
Dressed in stretchy halter-tops, denim short-shorts and black flip-flops, the ladies giggled in unison, like a well-practiced duet. The guys with them winced when the shorter of the girls overshot the ball, the tip of her cue just missing the table's green felt.
With a look that was all innocence, she asked her date, “It's still my turn until I hit it, right?”
Kyle couldn't watch. He swung his gaze to the left of them, the small stage for local bands that played on the weekends. Beyond it, snuggled against the wall, were a series of booths that offered subdued lighting and privacy. In the last one, away from everyone else, sat Vampira.
Her name's Lexi.
Whatever. For the second time tonight, Kyle regarded her black shoulder length hair and bangs, black clothing, black lipstick and nail polish. The Goth/vampire look with a touch of Frederick's of Hollywood thrown in given her denim mini skirt and short-sleeved top. His eyes flicked lower. The ends of her top tied beneath her ample breasts to bare her midriff, a smooth expanse of taut, creamy flesh.
He cleared his throat at its sudden tightness and inched his gaze higher. Anywhere else, her get-up would have gotten her noticed. Here in Marin County, California, staring was politically incorrect. The weirder one appeared the less attention one got. There were simply too many locals who looked as she did…slightly strange.
Of course, they weren't also oddly seductive.
Against his better judgment, Kyle dragged his gaze over her again, taking his time since she didn't seem to notice him or anyone else. Her full attention remained on the TV commercial, as though she was really into the product. Pepsi by the sound of the jingle.
Its music grew thunderous, frenzied with fake joy. Around him, beer bottles clinked against each other or on top of the tables and bar. The guys at the pool table laughed.
Warmth radiated from Kyle's chest to his neck. Her irises sparkled, reflecting the light from garish neon signs for Coors, Bud, Miller, Corona. From this distance, her eyes appeared to be light blue, framed by sooty lashes. She was young, no more than mid-twenties, her features not beautiful but decidedly pretty, her figure definitely worth a third or fourth stare.
The game resumed. Men readjusted their bulk on their chairs or stools.
Without pause, she lowered her gaze to the drink between her hands, its dark amber color making it soda or ice tea.
Kyle glanced at her glass, sweaty with moisture, then edged his scrutiny back to her breasts. The lush globes wiggled slightly with each of her deep sighs. She did that a lot. He wasn't about to consider why. Riveted by her clingy top, he imagined her sweet little nipples hard and puckered, prepared for a man's mouth. So, what color were her nipples anyway? A dusky rose to match her black hair or were they pink to complement her milky skin?  Unless she'd painted the areolas and tips black too.
Rather than surprising Kyle, the thought intrigued. Would they taste of licorice or chocolate or something even better, the succulent flavor of soft female flesh?
She shifted slightly and brought her hand to her top, pulling the deep V of the neck closer together, covering herself, keeping the view from him.
Busted, Kyle wasn't about to look her in the eye or encourage her in the least. Ignoring the dull, needy ache in his groin, he gave a parting glance to her fringed cowgirl boots, and turned to see the girl who'd nearly desecrated the pool table. Or rather, his pool table. For three years now, everything in Kickoff's Roadhouse belonged to him, Pete and the bank.
Bent at the waist, the girl wiggled her ass while preparing to take her next shot. The backs of her legs were seamless. Her black thong peeked from the top of her short-shorts, which bared the bottom of her ass nicely.
At any other time, Kyle might have enjoyed the view. Knowing the damage she might inflict on his table, he clenched his teeth and waited for the worst.
“Sands,” Pete said, dropping his spoon into the bowl.
It clattered loudly. The girl's cue clacked against the side of the table, no doubt denting the wood with her missed shot.
“Oh shit,” she moaned.
Blindly, Kyle reached behind himself for his Heineken.
Pete leaned so close Kyle could smell chili pepper and a hint of Coors on the man's breath.
“Lexi Sands,” Pete said, his voice at a pitch those around them couldn't possibly overhear. “And I'm not suggesting you shack up with her. Like I said, she needs a place to stay for a couple of days, away from the publicity, the crowds, you know? No more than a week. You have an extra room in your cabin. She's willing to pay. Three grand. I did mention that, right?” He eased away and plowed ahead, not waiting for an answer. “We could use the dough for this joint.”