Thursday, April 17, 2014

#TNTConfidential Author Spotlight on Vallory Vance & One Stormy Night

Welcome lovelies!

Today I have another author treat for you! Please welcome Vallory Vance and her latest release One Stormy Night.





Alexis Joplin, popular host of the travel show, Overnight Stays, is embarking on her final scouting expedition with her partner and best friend, Shane Fowler. Over the course of the last two years, the duo has grown closer not only at work, but outside of the job. While their friends and co-workers may whisper that something more than friendship is the source of their mutual admiration, they deny it even as their personal feelings are reaching a critical apex.
 
Shrouded in the dark beauty of a hundred year old inn, while lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, neither Alexis nor Shane can hold on to the pretense any longer. They give in to one night of passion with the promise that in the morning, they’ll awake as friends.

But is it a promise they both can keep?



Available at:
·         Evernight Publishing||  Amazon US ||  Amazon UK

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From Romantic Sub-Genre to Romantic Sub-Genre, I’m a Fan

I read across a variety of romance genres from erotic historical, to contemporary to paranormal to absolute fantasy. And I love them all because my favorite romantic tropes can be refreshed with the right hero and heroine and an enthusiastic author.

The first trope that pops into my mind is the marriage of convenience. The heroine has to marry a wealthy baron in order to save her family’s land and station in society. You can also bring this forward and our heroine assumes a secret identity to marry the CEO of a large corporation in order to prevent him from foreclosing on the land which has been in her family for a century. Elongate that time to a war-torn millennium between two rival species of shape-shifters and only our heroine’s marriage will bring peace and you’ve got a paranormal romance. Change the landscape to somewhere other than Earth and there’s that fantasy novel.

But there is also is also the – second chance at love. These always get me no matter the setting or the time period. These stories of reunion and renewal wiping out the pains of the past are some of my favorites.

Then there are the friends-to-lovers stories. I have to admit that I’m a sucker for these as well. Maybe the heroine or hero has harbored a secret crush for years while the object of their affection dated or even got married! Or maybe they’ve both been in love and too shy to say anything for years, content with a sideways glance every now and again. Then BAM! Love and fireworks!

While there is a certain amount of regret for the time lost between the second chance couple, I don’t feel that way with the friends-to-lovers. While they might not have been in bed together, they’ve been loving each all along.

And in the hope of capturing the spirit of being secretly in love, I wrote One Stormy Night - Two very good friends, one centuries-old inn and a storm brewing…




About Vallory:

This new author is a color inside the lines Human Resources professional living in the Dallas / Fort Worth Metroplex by day. After her family consisting of a husband of almost twenty years, three kids and two dogs have filled her evenings with laughter, she sits down to her laptop to write tales of the first moments of falling in love when nothing else seems to matter.

As a fortieth birthday present to herself, she decided to share her stories. Vallory Vance is the pen name she uses to write contemporary romances that range from sweet to spicy.

Find me online at:
Vallory Vance ~ Sweet and Sexy Romances: www.valloryv.wordpress.com
 



Wednesday, April 16, 2014

#WednesdayBriefs: The Lion's Den 3

Greetings! 

True to my promise, I'm keeping the Briefs to three chapters maximum, so this is the last bit of The Lion's Den. I suggest you have a fan nearby. *wink*  I hope you enjoy it!  

The Lion's Den 3



Her shirt landed over someone's desk. His tie fluttered to the floor. She ran her fingers down his chiseled torso as he fought his way out of his shirt. He grasped her wrists, holding her palms over his pecs as he leaned down to kiss her again. She moaned against him. He ran his fingertips over her arms, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. 

"Mikka," she urged him on as he stopped to contemplate her. 

“Beautiful."

He reached for her again, dipping his fingers beneath her bra, tugging at her sensitive nipples and sending ripples of pleasure to land hard between her thighs. Abruptly, he removed his hands. She was about to protest when he slid the straps of her bra down her arms, then fumbled with the clasp. The material fell to the floor. 

"Fuck."

Mikka cursed under his breath. Nervous, Angela gazed at him, but his eyes were pinned on her breasts. 

"Beautiful," he said, while rubbing them with the flat of his palms. Lowering his head, he kissed her wrinkled nub before curling his tongue around it and sucking, hard. Angela moaned. Her head fell back as her chest thrust forward, silently begging for more. 

"Mikka."

He stepped back and grinned deviously. 

"Ms. Windsor, come into my office, immediately."

Placing his hand on her lower back, he ushered her inside the lion's den. 

"Welcome to my den." 

Her mouth fell open and she stopped walking to glance up at him. Mikka took a step forward, forcing her to retreat.

"I listen to my employees, Angela."

"But--"

He took another step. 

"Even if it doesn't look like it. I watch." Another step. "I listen." Another step. "I yearn." She bumped against his desk. "I dream."

"Dream?" 

He towered over her, the desire in his eyes so open it overwhelmed her. 

"Dream. Hope." One of his fingers caressed her face. "Imagine."

“Are you sure? I'm not--Do you know what you’re doing?” she murmured to herself.

“I always know what I’m doing,” Mikka replied, hooking his fingers on her trousers and pulling her to him. She looked up at him. He smiled and all her worries dissipated. 

"My dreams were more than a passionate rendezvous on my desk, Ms. Windsor." 

Sensuously, he undid the buttons of her pants and tugged them down with her underwear. 

"I intend to have all my dreams fulfilled," he said, while placing his hand over her dark mesh of hair. Slick wetness slid down her thighs as he teased her thighs open. 

"And I have a lot of dreams." 

Abruptly, he turned her around, positioning her so she was facing the desk, her rear to him. He leaned into her, his cock still covered by his clothes hard against her behind.

“I’ve dreamed of having you for so long, I hardly know where to begin,” Mikka murmured against her ear.

“Anywhere. Everywhere,” she replied breathlessly, grinding her bottom against him.

“You smell so good,” he growled, while squeezing her ass. Angela moaned.

“Just—“

He turned her around again and kissed her hard.. With an ease she didn't expect, he lifted her onto his desk. 

“Stay,” he demanded, hoarsely.

She looked curiously at him as he took a step back and removed his pants. She spread her legs at the sight, inviting him to fill her. His cock curved upwards, the crown pink and weeping. Quickly, he fished a condom from his wallet, ripped it open and rolled it down his length.

“After,” he said softly as the head of his cock teased her entrance. “I’m going to eat that pretty pussy of yours. I’m going to—“ He paused as his mushroom head slipped into her moist entrance. “I’m going to fuck you all over this office.” Her fingernails dug into his arm as he slowly pushed inside of her. 
“Then, I’m going to take you home.”

“Home?” she managed to ask, moving her hips and trying to get him to move faster. He gave her one of his devastating smiles accompanied by a peck on the lips.

“Home, to make love to you on my bed.”

“Make—“

“Later.” He slammed into her and she arched her back. He kissed her mouth, her neck and began a deliberately slow possession of her body. She rubbed against him, desperate for more.

“Mikka, please.” She caressed his jaw and ran her fingers across his cheek before cupping his head and bringing him down to kiss her. His dark gaze softened and he kissed her back.

He didn't say a word as he began to slam into her in hard incessant strokes that took her to heaven and beyond. Finding the tender spot on her neck, he bit down, triggering her orgasm. Angela screamed and Mikka followed her release with his own.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms. After a while, Mikka’s cock slipped out and she shivered. He hugged her tighter, and kissed her cheek, her nose, her mouth. With each swipe of his tongue a new notch of arousal climbed up her body.

“I want you again,” he murmured.

“I do too,” she replied, wrapping her hands around his engorged member.  “And I want to taste you.” 

Angela frowned as Mikka shook his head. 

"Only after I taste you, dear. In the lion's den, the lion rules." 



The End


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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

#TNTConfidential Author Interview with Raven McAllan & Secrets Shared

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Happy Tuesday my darlings! Today I have the pleasure of sitting on the spotlight and interviewing the lovely Raven McAllan and her fascinating new novel, Secrets Shared. Please give her a very warm welcome!


Pre-order from www.totallybound.com
Welcome to In A Dream Beyond, Raven! It’s always a great pleasure to have you here! You’re starting a new series with Secrets Shared. Where did the inspiration come from?
Firstly can I say how much I enjoy visiting with you. You make me think, which is a good thing, and let me share some secrets. This time about Secrets 'snigger'. So where did the idea come from? Well I was driving past the entrance to an old ruined castle near me, and remember thinking it would be a great setting for a book. And for once it wasn't a Regency that sprang to mind. I'd just written a series about a BDSM club in Glasgow (The Dance Studio series), and I thought how an exclusive club in the castle (rebuilt) might work. Once I started writing I realized it was more than just BDSM or romance. There was a mystery or two involved, and more than one story to tell. After all the castle is called Diomhair, which is as best I can write it phonetically is pronounced 'Jeever', and is Gaelic for secret.
Luckily Totally Bound wanted a series, and now I'm over half way through writing book three of six.
 
Raven in front of the 'real' Diomhair
You’ve written several series in your writing career such as, The House on Silk Street; Ladies of London; or Dance Studio:  What attracts you about writing series?
I think it's because I'm nosy. I write a secondary character, and want to know more about them. Or the setting intrigues me, which as I choose the setting—well as much as my characters let me—I suppose is natural. I rarely think I'm going to write a series, (except with Diomhair which I knew it would be) , but the characters have different ideas.

Tell us something about Secrets Shared that we won’t find in the blurb.
I use places I know for the settings, just maybe not exactly where they are in real life! Although the castle for Diomhair is roughly where it exists the countryside has been altered.

 What, in your opinion, are the most important elements of writing?
Telling the story, in your own words. Write as you can, not as you think you should. It's your voice, no one else's. And getting the words down. Because if you don't write them you can't tell your story. Even if it's 'word vomit'. You can edit later as long as they are written.

What is the hardest part of writing for you? Resisting chocolate. 

What advice would you give a new writer just starting out? Really what I said about the important elements of writing. Your voice, your words, and write it.

**April Showers bring…**

What do April Showers bring? (be as creative as you like ;-) ) Jumping in puddles, time to write and not want to be in the garden, an excuse for the fire to be lit.
Walking in the rain through the forest, with my friend and her dogs. A nice hot shower…
Dh moaning because he can't get into the garden… the cat refusing to go into the garden…
Wondering if summer will ever come… Although why I do that I have no idea. Summer in Scotland is usually two days in May.

A book to read this month— Well, I'm reading the first book of M.M. Kaye's autobiography, The Sun in The Morning, about growing up in pre war India. I loved her thrillers ( the Death in… series) and her historical novels.

Raincoat or umbrella?
Raincoat because holding an umbrella up hurts my fibro.

Do you like your handwriting?  I don't not now. Fibromyalgia in my case means it hurts to write for long, and even I have trouble reading it.

What are you listening to right now?  
Would you believe the London Marathon? It's on TV and I'm listening to the commentary with one ear.

Have you ever played an April Fool’s joke on anyone? What was it?
Probably when I was a child, but I really can't remember. (It was a few years ago lol)


 
About Raven:

A multi-published author of erotic romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan          (author page)