Saturday 31 May 2014

Writer's Guest Room: Keep Your Enemy Closer by Jessica Frost

Our dear pal Jessica Frost stops by today with a sneak peek at her latest release, Keep Your Enemy Closer: Sexy Men of Mystery Book 6. Check out this story filled with man love and intrigue!

Keep Your Enemy Closer
Sexy Men of Mystery Book 6
Jessica Frost

About: Detective Greg Volenti has led a boring, lonely life up until now. All he’s ever cared about was his job, and catching the bad guys. After getting a lead in the murder he’s investigating, he gets into his car to head to the precinct. But someone’s in there waiting for him and knocks him out. He awakens later in the middle of the forest. No one’s around for miles, except a sexy, unconscious man lying near him. Who is this gorgeous man and what are they doing here together?

Micah Lawson wakes up when a handsome stranger shakes him. Frightened, at first he thinks this man’s the kidnapper who brought him here. But they soon realize they’re both the victims in this sick game.

They must put aside their doubts and fears and trust one another to survive. It proves easier said than done. Micah has an evil secret he’s keeping at all costs. As their sexual attraction and feelings of love blossom, so does the danger lurking in the forest. They aren’t alone. Someone’s listening, watching, and waiting for the perfect time to attack. Can they escape before whoever’s stalking them makes their move?

Excerpt: The icy coldness numbing his body was what awoke Detective Greg Volenti from unconsciousness. His head ached. The trees and their fallen leaves that surrounded him spun like a merry-go-round before his eyes.

“Where am I?” he asked when he lifted his head.

Vertigo reeled him over as he turned to the side and vomited. Bile and what remained of his chicken salad sandwich he’d eaten for lunch spewed from his throat, burning the lining of his esophagus in the process. Sharp, stabbing pains in his abdomen kept him hurling even though he’d emptied his stomach’s contents ten seconds ago. Ah man, that hurt!
 
He closed his eyes and waited until the spasms subsided and then sat up. His head continued to throb. He touched the back of it and felt a large bump. He didn’t remember hitting it. But from the size of the lump, it was a pretty strong blow.

After a few seconds, he realized his hands stung, as well. He pulled up his jacket’s sleeves slightly and saw scrapes and bruises across the front and side of his lower arms and hands.

He moaned, releasing the breath he’d held for some time. Taking in his environment, he found himself in an unknown wooded area. Panic struck him across the face like a locomotive. How did he get here? The last thing he remembered was getting into his car to head back to the precinct. A rag had suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision and before he could react, his assailant smothered him with whatever it was soaked in, most probably chloroform. Everything went black seconds later. And now he woke up here. How much time had elapsed?

He slowly stood and began to walk around. Other than the disturbed leaves in the area where he’d laid just seconds ago, there was no other sign he’d been dragged or carried to this place. It was as if he just appeared on the ground out of thin air. The possibility wasn’t probable, other than in works of fiction. Someone had obviously dragged or carried him here and then covered their tracks so he wouldn’t be able to figure out where they came from and in which direction he could escape.

Why? Who would have wanted to do this to him? What could they possibly gain from all this?

He had enemies. Yeah. Hell, he had many. Being a detective in the Newark Police Department, that came with the territory. Could this all be related to the homicide case he was working on now? Where three college students were kidnapped from their dorm rooms and found days later mutilated and hanging from tree stumps in various areas around the city? His detective senses said, yes, they were related.

What he didn’t understand was what they would gain by doing this. Was this some sort of game to distract him and the police department so the serial killer or killers could plot more kidnappings and killings? Or was this a warning that if he continued to investigate this case, then bad things would continue to happen to him?

Whatever the reason, all Greg knew was that he was steaming mad. He kicked the oak tree’s trunk in front of him as he continued to walk around the perimeter.

Nothing, no sign that anyone other than himself had been in the vicinity recently. Yeah, these bastards were smart. Damn smart. They knew how to clean the area of any telltale signs to help Greg solve the mystery of who they were and where they’d gone to.

He leaned on the tree and stared into the sky. The beaming early October sun brought some heat to his cold body, but not much. With only his light fall jacket as insulation, he’d freeze soon enough if he didn’t keep moving. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself off the tree’s trunk and forged ahead.

He had been walking around for ten minutes and wondering how long it would take the guys at the precinct to realize he was missing and put out an APB, when he thought he heard moaning coming from up ahead.

He slipped his hand to where his holster usually sat on his hip before remembering he wasn’t wearing his gun. Other than the clothes on his back, he had no wallet, no cell phone, nothing on him, except his watch.

He thought he saw movement to his left. Hiding behind the tree beside him, he peeked in that direction. From what he could see, something was moving close to the ground. Getting in a crouched position, he moved closer, using trees and bushes as visual obstructions so whoever or whatever was moving wouldn’t notice his approach from the side.

More mumbles floated through the air. It didn’t take him long to realize someone was lying on the ground. He ran to the person. To his surprise he saw an extremely handsome, muscular, dark-haired male lying on the grass in the cover of two small trees. His arms rested by his side unmoving, but his head and legs thrashed from side to side. The man’s eyes fluttered open and closed as if he was fighting to gain consciousness. Greg knelt down beside him and touched his arm. A spark of electricity channeled through his fingers through their contact. An odd sensation of giddiness overcame him and his heart skipped several beats as he admired the unconscious stranger’s face and sinewy body. He touched the man’s cheek and felt like swooning. Why? Why was he reacting like this?

Could he have been drugged? Given some sort of aphrodisiac mixture that had his body acting in this way? He shook his head and tried to rein in his body’s reaction and focus on the dire situation at hand, which was who the hell this person was and what they were both doing here.

The man’s bewitching hazel eyes suddenly sprang wide open. The look of utter fear masked his expression. He jolted up into a sitting position and pushed away from Greg with his feet kicking. He glared up at him. “Who are you? Why did you bring me here?”

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Thursday 22 May 2014

Werewolves & Tattoos: Bad Boys of BDSM Novella Collection No. 1

Werewolves & Tattoos: Bad Boys of BDSM 
Novella Collection No. 1
Anita Lawless & Leigh Foxlee

About: Get two Bad Boys of BDSM novellas in one collection from Amazon and All Romance bestsellers Anita Lawless and Leigh Foxlee. More bad boys for less money! Bad Boys of BDSM: Werewolves & Tattoos is filled with hot alpha shifters and sexy tattooists. Get tied up in these stories of love, passion, and scorching bdsm scenes.

This collection includes:

Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 1 by Leigh Foxlee

A year and a half ago, the lead singer of garage rock band No Mercy mysteriously disappeared, and his girlfriend and band mate, Merry, never thought she’d see him again. She moved on and hooked up with the band’s lead guitarist. Then one day he stumbles back into her life and literally falls at her feet! Noah Wilder returns with dark secrets and a curse—he’s become a werewolf. Merry is plunged into a world of monsters and deception and becomes caught in a love triangle. Can she help Noah break the grip the Dark Moon pack has on him, and will she be forced to choose between her new love and her high school sweetheart?

Claimed by the Bad Boy: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 2 by Anita Lawless

Bekka Olson’s ex-husband, Corey Varkov, unexpectedly walks back into her life one day, just as she’s trying to get over their failed marriage. He’s returned to make good on a promise he made long ago—to rekindle their passionate love, no matter what. Hard times and a meddling step-mother-in-law broke them apart, and now secrets threaten to ruin their second chance. The sexy Russian tattooist has no trouble seducing Bekka, but can he re-claim her heart for good?

Bonus Story: Surrender To His Wants (Surrender Series Volume 2, Part 2)
Bonus Excerpt: Waking Up Werewolf (Waking Up Werewolf Series Part 1)

Excerpt from Claimed by the Bad Boy:

Bekka carefully unwrapped the package that sat atop her glass display case. It was an H.P. Lovecraft original, and being a lifelong fan of horror she couldn’t help but smile wide as she gazed down upon the book. Damn, she thought, It’s nice to enjoy what you do for a living.

Bekka had rented the space for her rare used books/oddities/antiques store around two years ago, right after her divorce from Corey was finalized. The memory of their uncomfortable parting made her sigh as she ran a reverent hand over the book’s cover.

She thought back to their final day together, remembered Corey and Juanita begging her to reconsider leaving. But Bekka had learned one lesson living with her husband and his stepmother for two years: There was only room for one woman in a man’s life, at least, when it came to living under one roof.

After enduring two and a half years with the meddlesome but well meaning woman, Bekka had to admit defeat. It wasn’t that Juanita had meant to gobble up every spare moment of Corey’s time, or that she meant to horn in on their relationship. It just happened. And Bekka, powerless to stop it but desperately wishing she could, had to do some soul searching before she dropped the dreaded “D” word on Corey.

It had practically killed him. She would never forget the look of hollow sorrow in his eyes that day.

“Why the hell am I doing this to myself?” she muttered to a china Buddha smiling cheerily at her from where it sat in a tall, glass display case.

Glancing at the calendar by the door, Bekka came around front to flip the CLOSED sign to OPEN.

She looked down at the dusty motorcycle boots on the other side of the glass, wood-framed entrance. Her eyes followed them up to black jeans, and she swallowed as her fingers closed over the sign.

Two years. Bekka never thought she’d see him again, even though they lived only forty-five minutes apart.

But there he was, standing on the other side of the door, smiling in at her, wearing a black t-shirt and sunglasses. It gave him that enigmatic, slightly dangerous look she’d always loved about him.

Corey Varkov. Her ex-husband. Bekka stared and her hand trembled on the sign.

Corey pointed to the doorknob, smiled—showing his deep dimples—and raised his eyebrows.

Nodding her head, Bekka forced a smile through her shock, fumbled with the key in her hand, and let him in.

“What…” Her voice cracked and her throat dried. “What are you doing here?” She cursed her words for deserting her at the worst possible moment.

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Saturday 17 May 2014

May Free Read: Surrender To His Proposal at Amazon

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Here is your monthly free read for you. From May 17 - 21, you can pick up Surrender To His Proposal (Surrender Series Vol. 2 Part 1) for free at Amazon. Click the link in this paragraph or links below the book cover to grab yours now. For more details on this title, click the book cover.

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Wednesday 7 May 2014

Claimed by the Bad Boy: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 2

Claimed by the Bad Boy: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 2
Anita Lawless

About: From Amazon and All Romance Top Ten Bestseller Anita Lawless comes book two in a new novella series by the Wild and Lawless Writers: Bad Boys of BDSM.

Bekka Olson’s ex-husband, Corey Varkov, unexpectedly walks back into her life one day, just as she’s trying to get over their failed marriage. He’s returned to make good on a promise he made long ago—to rekindle their passionate love, no matter what. Hard times and a meddling step-mother-in-law broke them apart, and now secrets threaten to ruin their second chance. The sexy Russian tattooist has no trouble seducing Bekka, but can he re-claim her heart for good?

This ebook includes:

Claimed by the Bad Boy: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 2
Bonus Story: Jack & James (MM Romance from the Jack The Lad Series)
Bonus Excerpt: Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 1


Excerpt: Bekka carefully unwrapped the package that sat atop her glass display case. It was an H.P. Lovecraft original, and being a lifelong fan of horror she couldn’t help but smile wide as she gazed down upon the book. Damn, she thought, It’s nice to enjoy what you do for a living.

Bekka had rented the space for her rare used books/oddities/antiques store around two years ago, right after her divorce from Corey was finalized. The memory of their uncomfortable parting made her sigh as she ran a reverent hand over the book’s cover.

She thought back to their final day together, remembered Corey and Juanita begging her to reconsider leaving. But Bekka had learned one lesson living with her husband and his stepmother for two years: There was only room for one woman in a man’s life, at least, when it came to living under one roof.

After enduring two and a half years with the meddlesome but well meaning woman, Bekka had to admit defeat. It wasn’t that Juanita had meant to gobble up every spare moment of Corey’s time, or that she meant to horn in on their relationship. It just happened. And Bekka, powerless to stop it but desperately wishing she could, had to do some soul searching before she dropped the dreaded “D” word on Corey.

It had practically killed him. She would never forget the look of hollow sorrow in his eyes that day.

“Why the hell am I doing this to myself?” she muttered to a china Buddha smiling cheerily at her from where it sat in a tall, glass display case.

Glancing at the calendar by the door, Bekka came around front to flip the CLOSED sign to OPEN.

She looked down at the dusty motorcycle boots on the other side of the glass, wood-framed entrance. Her eyes followed them up to black jeans, and she swallowed as her fingers closed over the sign.

Two years. Bekka never thought she’d see him again, even though they lived only forty-five minutes apart.

But there he was, standing on the other side of the door, smiling in at her, wearing a black t-shirt and sunglasses. It gave him that enigmatic, slightly dangerous look she’d always loved about him.

Corey Varkov. Her ex-husband. Bekka stared and her hand trembled on the sign.

Corey pointed to the doorknob, smiled—showing his deep dimples—and raised his eyebrows.

Nodding her head, Bekka forced a smile through her shock, fumbled with the key in her hand, and let him in.

“What…” Her voice cracked and her throat dried. “What are you doing here?” She cursed her words for deserting her at the worst possible moment.

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