Thursday, May 31, 2018

Will love seal the deal? Desire & Dessert by @Madison Michael - #Billionaire #LimitedEdition #heiress

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Can a business merger be a personal merger, too?

Spoiled Stevie Jurran expects smooth sailing when she arrives at Lakeside Lodge to implement her plan to merge it into the luxury Bijoux Hotel chain. Completing this simple task will move her up the corporate ladder, increase her value to her father’s multi-billion dollar business and settle the score with her cheating ex-fiancé. Just one insignificant B&B stands between her and success –one B&B and its provoking and intriguing manager.

Secretive and sexy Grant Harris is not your typical innkeeper. Digging in his heels, he tries to preserve the aesthetic of Lakeside Lodge by resisting every change Stevie implements. Retreating from his life in the B&B’s surroundings, Grant quickly learns there’s no way to combat his growing desire for the infuriating heiress. Can he concede to her demands and contend with his past to win this alluring woman?

The B&B should be a perfect fit for the hotel chain. Stevie and Grant should be a perfect fit as well, but will they set aside their pasts and egos to complete a merger of a different kind?

Will love seal their deal?

Desire & Dessert
by Madison Michael
B&B Billionaire Romance #1
Available May 29, 2018 as part of
The Billionaire’s Club Collection
Contemporary Billionaire Romance


Grant was in no rush, moving his mouth to cover every inch, lifting her like a ragdoll from the mattress long enough to unhook her bra – in three seconds and one handed. “You’ve had practice,” she observed without rancor.

Surgeon,” he stated between kisses. “Good with my hands.”

Good with your mouth, too,” she responded while she could still take a breath. She was panting as his lips locked around one nipple, his fingers rolling the other. He mouthed, sucked and nibbled on her breast until her nipple was tender and extended, then switched to redirect his attention to her other breast, repeating the process.

When the tender buds felt electrified and too tender for anything more, Grant returned his attention to her mouth, plundering the warm spaces with his tongue. He was almost rough with her – almost – then he would turn reverent, touch her skin lightly with his fingertips, placing gentle kisses where they had been scorching only moments earlier. The juxtaposition left her heated, on edge, wanting.

Grant,” she pleaded.

Stevie,” he mimicked, not unkindly. He could read her like a book, and he was playing her body like a master. “There’s no hurry, babe. We have all night.”

I can’t wait all night, damn you,” the words shot from her mouth. Grant merely laughed quietly, his mouth too full of her breast to respond.

I am here to serve,” Grant responded, raising his head reluctantly to repeat a phrase he used often and sarcastically when they were arguing over management of the B&B. When she groaned at the words, he laughed harder but he also, finally, reached to unzip her skirt and lower it down her legs, his hands stroking every inch along the way. He tossed the skirt to join her sweater and without unbuttoning his shirt, yanked it over his head adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothing as his mouth moved lower on her body for more exquisite torture.

Lose the pants,” she begged him, her hands fisting in the luxurious comforter, her legs restless with her need.

Say please,” he teased.

Grant, please, please, please,” Stevie responded, begging for much more than his disrobing. She pulled at the back of the jeans until he finally stood up, leaving her cold and lonely. He removed the jeans, kicking them into the corner, and stood before her in all his glory. The light from the moon outside the window burnished his skin to bronze and he resembled a Greek statue, muscled and lean, chiseled and strong. Stevie licked her lips reflexively.

Standing in his black boxer briefs, his erection tenting the front, confirming his desire, he stared at her in the small rose panties but he didn’t move for several breaths. Just when Stevie was wondering what he was doing, Grant moved forward, grasping her feet in his hands and slowly moving up every inch of her body.

About the Author

Madison Michael is the author of the Beguling Bachelor Series. 
A Chicago native and hopeless romantic, Maddy was raised on Chicago culture, fairy tales, great literature and swashbuckling movies. Maddy employs that background writing steamy contemporary romance novels set against the sumptuous backdrop of Chicago’s elite society. When not writing, Maddy can be found lost in a book, fighting for the rights of the mentally ill or dining on Chicago’s famous cuisine. Hot dogs and pizza, anyone? Find her online at

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Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Book Hooks: Dragon Boat Blues - #MMF #AsianAdventures #MFRWHooks

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Looking back over my MFRW Book Hooks, I noticed I hadn’t done one for the most recent book in my Asian Adventures series, Dragon Boat Blues. Thought I should remedy that!

After you enjoy my brief excerpt, I hope you’ll visit some of the other authors participating in today’s blog hop. You’ll find their links at the end of the post.


My lost superhero Josh had jet black hair, movie star cheekbones, clever hands, the devil’s mouth, and an instinct for driving me crazy. Josh believed in his own myths. He was forty miles an hour over the speed limit that day, more powerful than a locomotive, when we smashed into the tractor trailer. He blew out like a candle. I sputtered in a sort of half life, year after year, marked forever by that brief dance with insanity.

I booked the dragon boat cruise on Ha Long Bay to use up a few free days at the end of my business trip, figuring my disability wouldn’t be a problem on the luxurious junk. I wasn’t looking for companionship, just a bit of peace. But when British honeymooners Stan and Phil welcomed me into their circle of love, I discovered how much healing I still needed. 


The Hook

I didn’t have much difficulty getting into the dinghy—just handed my cane to the guide, sat on the pier, and eased myself down to sit with the rest of the tourists. Boarding the wooden junk anchored out in deeper water was another story. A ladder of planks and rope led from the open rowboat to the deck above. To climb, I would have to put all my weight on my bad leg. I knew that wouldn’t work.

I balanced precariously in the dinghy, surveying the situation. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

Up you come, love.” The speaker leaned over the rail of the junk, offering a ham-sized paw. “Give us your hand.” He had a ruddy complexion and a curly russet mop threaded with gray.

Are you sure? I’m not exactly light.” I’d never been petite, and since the accident, I’d put on quite a few pounds.

No problem,” said his younger, sandy-haired companion. “We’re used to tossing hay bales.” He shot me a friendly grin and extended his arm in parallel with his friend’s. “Just hold on tight. That’s the way.”

I gripped their wrists. They did the same to me. As they began to haul me upward, the dinghy captain clamped me around the waist and lifted me off my feet. My good leg flailed, trying for a foothold on the rungs of the ladder. It was all very awkward and embarrassing, but in a few moments I was standing safe on the deck.

The guide passed me my cane, then scrambled up the ladder like a monkey.

You alright?” The burly older man shot a wry look at the tangled rope contraption the guide was pulling over the gunwale. “Not exactly accessible, that.”

Thanks for your help.” My long shirt had bunched up below my breasts. I smoothed it down over my leggings, feeling flustered and sweaty. “Probably I should have thought about that before I booked the cruise.”

C’mon! And miss this?” My other rescuer made a sweeping gesture, indicating the lavishly appointed ship. “All this carved teak and polished brass?” The crimson sails over our heads snapped in the wind as the junk began to move. “Ha Long Bay’s supposed to be one of the wonders of the world. We’ve been saving to take this trip for three years.”

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Oh, and congratulations to Daryl, who won my book giveaway last week! 

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Review Tuesday: Better to Marry Than to Burn by Michal Scott - #ReviewTuesday #Historical #BlackSociety

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Better to Marry Than to Burn by Michal Scott
The Wild Rose Press, 2018

In the post-Civil War Black township of Frederick Douglass, Texas, only married men are welcome. The mayor’s wife and her Purity Patrol have run off all the prostitutes. Now they’re insisting that all single menincluding widowers—must get themselves wives, and have children, to insure the ongoing sustainability of the town.

Freed slave Caesar King doesn’t want a mail order bride. Ignoring the town’s bridal lottery, he places his own ad in newspapers back East. He’s looking for a partner, someone to help him manage his land and to bear his offspring. Love neither required nor sought, his advertisement states.

Caesar has already known love, in the person of his deceased former wife Emma. He doesn’t expect to get lucky twice.

Back in Philadelphia, Queen Esther Payne needs an escape. Her family, stalwarts of Black society, refuse to put up with her headstrong nature and her liaisons with other women. She answers Caesar’s advertisement, misinterpreting his comments about wanting to establish a “legacy”. When she arrives in Texas, Queen finds that Caesar isn’t the sort of man she expected—and vice versa. She’s ready to have sex with him, but completely unwilling to consider children. He wants her, has the rights to her body as her spouse, but is willing to take things slowly the way Emma taught him, if that means she’ll ultimately surrender. Sparks fly as the irresistible force meets the immovable object in a contest of wills and flesh.

I bought this book after reading an excerpt offered by the author when she was a guest at my blog. This is not something I do very often, but Queen’s voice and character really grabbed me, as did the quality of the writing. Then there was the sexual tension—I really wanted to find out what would happen between Queen and Caesar (or “Mrs. King” and “Mr. King”, as they address one another in the excerpt).

In a sense, I was not disappointed. Better to Marry than to Burn is original, engaging and historically rich. However, it is much too short. The conflict that stands between Queen and Caesar is not likely to be resolved in their first encounter. There was enough literary meat in this book to make a novel, but instead we have just a longish short story. Because of that, even though I really enjoyed the characters, the setting and the premise, I felt a bit cheated.

In her blog post, the author talked about the research she did for this title. She left me wanting more.

Monday, May 28, 2018

Two Doms, one submissive… can they share nicely? @AsheBarker #BDSM #romance

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They’re not at school now. These are games for grown-ups, and Ellie’s not sure of the rules

They were her heroes, her golden boys. But the two men she’s loved since they were all at school together don’t even recognise her.

A chance encounter on a train threatens to destroy Ellie’s fragile dream. Reunited with the now Duke of Erskine and his best friend, international footballer Declan Stone, she lies yet again to protect herself. But this time she doesn’t get away with it.

They want her, they always did. And there was a time she would have done anything for them. But can the quiet, studious Ellie learn to play grown-up games with two rich and powerful men? Does she dare to? What will Her Two Doms demand of her, and does she want to be sucked into their world again?

(and it’s FREE to read on Kindle Unlimited)


How can you not be angry.” I swing my gaze from Declan’s darkly handsome features to Fraze’s blond male beauty. “I left you to take the blame. I was a coward as well as a cheat.”

Ellie, you had a lot more to lose than we did.” Fraze smiles at me. “You just said so yourself. You were right to be scared and to keep a low profile until it all blew over. As for being a cheat, that’s rubbish. You had no need to cheat. You could have done that exam in your sleep.”

You’re just being kind. Why can’t you be angry? At least then I could apologise.”

Declan shrugs. “Feel free to apologise if you really think that’s necessary. Then we can all move on.”

But I can’t,” I whimper. “You were punished, and I wasn’t. That wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair.”

Fraze glances across at Declan. “Well, I doubt if Mr Hennessy has much call for toilet cleaners these days. I gather the old boy retired a few years back. I suppose we could let you buy us lunch…”

I’ll happily pay for lunch, but that hardly compares to weeks of disinfectant and scrubbing brushes.”

Perhaps not,” acknowledges Fraze, “but it’s the best we can do after all these years.”

I know.” I hang my head and wonder how much longer it will be until we reach the next station. Maybe I could get off the train, catch the next one, and—

Well, we could spank her, I suppose.” Declan offers this solution as though it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Yes, I was wondering about that. A decent spanking might even out the scores a bit.” Fraze flattens his gorgeous lips as though seriously considering this insane solution. 

“Yes, I think that might work.”

Bare bottom, obviously,” adds Declan.

Obviously. We could bend her over the table and take turns.”

Or she could lie across our laps. First me, then you…”

How come you get to spank her first? I cleaned more toilets than you did.”

Bro, your memory’s slipping. I blame it on poor genes. Still, we could toss a coin for it.”

Or we could let Ellie decide who goes first.” Fraze nods, satisfied. “Yes, that’s the best solution.” They both turn to me. “How does that sound to you?”

I can only gape in utter bewilderment. These two were always inclined to catch me off guard, but today’s madness trumps anything from our school days. I’m vaguely aware that my mouth is opening and closing as I search for words, any words that might constitute a sensible response. It’s only when Declan reaches for my chin and firmly closes my jaw that I realise how goldfish-like I have become.

We could toss for it, I suppose,” offers Fraze.

Declan shrugs. “Fair enough. We’re agreed, then?” He settles back in his seat. “I’m looking forward to this.”

About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Sunday, May 27, 2018

Sizzling Sunday: Hot Brides in Vegas - #happysmut #SizzlingSunday #firstencounter @Archer_Larry

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Welcome to another Sizzling Sunday at Beyond Romance!

As I count down to the release of More Brides in Vegas, I’m giving you some new material from the previous book, Hot Brides in Vegas (soon to become Book 1 in my new “Vegas Babes” series).

In this excerpt, Francesca’s maid of honor, Laura, gets it on for the first time with The Fox’s Den security guard Steve. He’s a big, tough guy, an ex-SEAL. Meeting Laura has a big effect on him!

You seem upset.” His eyes narrowed, and now she read something else in his expression. Lust.

Her breath caught and her cheeks burned. He wanted her.

Are Katie and the other girls up to their usual antics?” he asked. He had not released his hold on her arm. “I guess a classy lady like you isn’t used to that sort of thing.”

Some classy lady,” she responded with a forced chuckle. “In an hour or so I’m planning to take my clothes off in front of a crowd of strangers.”

I can hardly wait.” His deep voice sank to a sexy near whisper. He snaked his other arm around her waist to pull her against his hard body. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else, not since you walked in the door of the club.”

He tried to bend down and kiss her. The mismatch between their heights was too great. After an awkward moment trying to adjust, he gave up. Instead, he lifted her right off the floor, bringing her face level with his.

I’ve been thinking about this, too,” he murmured, before his mouth claimed hers.

Oh, god! He was a fantastic kisser! Warm, firm, not too wet, not too dry—just right! His tongue teased the seam of her lips. She opened eagerly, sucking it into her mouth, tangling it with her own. He tasted like black coffee and salt. Even now, at five o’clock in the afternoon, he was perfectly clean-shaven, with no annoying stubble to irritate her skin. She relaxed in his grip, completely comfortable even though her feet were six inches off the floor. Somehow she knew he’d never drop her.

The kiss went on and on. She didn’t want it to ever stop. Laura closed her eyes, drowning in the smell, the taste, the feel of him. Such strength!

Finally, his lips slid away from hers. “Damn, but this is tough to keep up.” He lowered her to the ground, making sure she was stable on her spiky heels before letting her go.
She searched his handsome face. He looked desperate.

If I don’t have you right now, woman, I’m going to explode.” He half-dragged her across the hall, throwing open the door in front of them and pushing her before him into the dim space.

The door clicked closed. Laura barely had time to register the massive desk, the filing cabinets and bookshelves, the full carafes of liquor and the gun cabinet. Steve lifted her once again, as if she weighed nothing, and draped her over the padded arm of a couch. Her face was against the cushions, her ass in the air. His palms against her hips, he pushed her stretchy dress up to her waist, baring her bum. Then he yanked her thong down until it hung off one ankle.

Hey! Be careful of my costume!” In fact, Laura found his frantic force a turn on. Still, she hoped he wouldn’t totally destroy her delicate garments.

Steve just grunted. She heard his zipper ripped open. Moments later, a slick, hard knob pressed against her pussy lips.

Oh, that’s…ah!” she sighed. Before she could complete her thought, he jerked his hips and drove his cock deep into her cunt.

The size of his cock matched the rest of him. He was huge. Still, he met almost no resistance as he slid inside. She’d been soaked since the interlude at Yvette’s shop. The naughty thrill of exhibiting herself in the slutty costume made her wet. Chantal’s roaming fingers, scary as they were, made her wetter. Meeting a hunk like Steve, watching Margaret and Linda, Francesca and Lily, Chantal and Katie—everything conspired to arouse her. Her sex was juicier than it had ever been in her life. Steve stretched her to the limit, but his iron-hard penis moved smoothly as he pumped it in and out of her soaked snatch.

Steve gripped her butt cheeks, holding tight as he rammed into her, hard enough to force the breath from her lungs. With each stroke, his cock mashed against her clit, kindling sparks that soon had her burning up. When he dug his fingernails into her flesh, she came with a scream that rattled the walls. He didn’t even slow down, continuing to pound her cunt while she convulsed around his fat cock.

He didn’t say a word. Occasionally he’d groan or huff. He was a pure fucking machine, without mercy, slamming his meat into her sloppy sex until she was sore and tingling.

Laura took everything he dished out. It was fast, rough, totally lacking in finesse. It was exactly what she wanted.

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And while you’re over at the bookseller’s why not pick up a copy of Larry Archer’s novella Nina: the Fallen Ballerina? It’s set in the same sexy Las Vegas world as my book.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

What's better than marrying a billionaire? #RomCom #ReleaseBlitz #Pregnancy

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You know what's even better than marrying a billionaire? Having his baby.

We're ready. We've studied and planned, read all the birth and labor books, researched parenting classes, consulted our schedules, and it's time.

And by we I mean me.

Declan's just ready for the "have lots of sex" part. More than ready.

But there's just one problem: my husband and his brother have this little obsession with competition.

And by little, I mean stupid.

That's right.

We're not just about to try to bring a new human being into the world.

We have to do it better, Faster, Stronger.


McCormick men don't just have babies.

They engage in competitive billionaire Babythons.

I thought the hardest part about getting pregnant would be dealing with my grandchild-crazed mother, who will go nuts shopping for a billionaire's baby.


Between conception issues, my mother's desire to talk to the baby through a hoo-haw cam, a childbirth class led by a drill sergeant and a father-in-law determined to sign the kid up for prep school before Declan even pulls out, my pregnancy has turned out to be one ordeal after the other.

But it's nothing -- nothing -- compared to the actual birth.

Shopping for a Billionaire's Baby is the newest book in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling romantic comedy series and is a 400+ page full-length novel.


This conception stuff has you thinking. Philosophically, I mean,” Andrew notes, suddenly paying close attention to me.

Of course. It’s powerful.”

How? It’s just sex.”

I snort. “I thought so, too. Until I had sex where I tried to get her pregnant on purpose.”

Vince, Gerald, and Andrew all take a step closer to me.

Bareback,” Vince whispers, like the word itself is holy.

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About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

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