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Friday, May 29, 2020

A thrilling new title from Seelie Kay - #RomanticSuspense #ComtemporaryRomance #FeistyLawyers @SeelieKay


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Today I’m helping my friend and fellow author Seelie Kay celebrate the release of the newest book in her Feisty Lawyers series: Martimus!

Q. Why do you write romance?

Because I am fascinated by the games people play to find and secure a lasting relationship, which is not always love. There’s the chase, the courtship, the falling, the surrender. That’s what I try to capture in my stories.

Q. Do you prefer a certain type of romantic hero?

I adore smart, dashing gentlemen who aren’t afraid to live on the edge. They can be a bad boy, a billionaire, a prince, or a secret agent. That hint of danger just hooks me! However, I they have to be paired with strong, independent women who aren’t afraid to fight for what they want, even love.

Q. Why did you write Martimus?

This is the final book in the series, so I needed a way to tie up a lot of loose ends. That meant the Feisty Lawyers needed a compelling story to accomplish that. Something in space was beyond the realm of believability, but something at the bottom of the ocean? The possibilities were endless. I went in all sorts of directions at first, but ultimately made Martimus a key step in a much broader journey. The bottom of the ocean is an unforgiving environment. Survival is never guaranteed. Divert a few socialites there to serve out a prison sentence, make then disappear, and you’ve got what I hope is an exciting story!

As a former lawyer, I also developed an interest in private prisons. These are institutions that are governed by a different set of rules and not all institutions follow the same rules. In some cases, the private prison an inmate winds up in can mean the difference between survival and death. In addition, there have been several cases of prosecutors and judges who received a financial incentive to divert inmates to private prison. Some were so incentivized that people innocent of the crimes with which they where charged have been convicted just so the prosecutor or judge could get their kickback. It is an industry that requires serious regulation and monitoring.

Q. How does your former profession as a lawyer impact your writing?

My friends say I am obsessed with justice and I guess that’s true. After 30 years, the law and the legal world are so firmly embedded in my brain that I can’t flush them out. That has become the lens through which I view the world and that naturally guides my characters and plots. Injustice infuriates me, but it also leads me to great stories!


 
About Martimus

Martimus. An underwater habitat dedicated to pharmaceutical research. Martimus. A facility that staffs its vessel with inmate labor. Martimus. The place where inmates visit and never return.
Agent Cate Creighton is in love. Unfortunately, as the Agency honeypot, she is knee-deep in an assignment that tests the bounds of her new relationship. It seems eight socialites have gone missing, all wealthy twenty-somethings with influential parents. No one seems to care until a former vice president’s daughter disappears.

When the vice-president shares a tale of false arrest, a broken promise of deportation, an illegal diversion into a private prison, and an alleged trip to an unwater habitat called Martimus, Cate and her colleagues must find a way to follow the same path. In other words, they must enter the right prison, meet the right fixer, wind up on Martimus, and hopefully return in one piece. And it looks like Cate is the perfect bait.

That doesn’t sit well with Cate’s lover, former U.S. Navy Seal Warren Hazelton. He intends to protect her until death ‘til do they part.

Fortunately, another possibility appears, in the form of an MISix agent who has interfered in one too many Agency operations. Tillie Henderson owes them and they are all too willing to serve her up on a plate. It’s race against time as the Agency attempts to lure their adversary out of hiding and into their somewhat ambiguous trap. Maybe then Cate can finally focus on love.

Release Date: May 29, 2019
Publisher: Extasy Books
Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, four flames

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Tom cocked an eyebrow. “Warren, you’re a former Navy Seal. Isn’t there some sort of limit on the amount of time you can spend under the sea before it starts to seriously impair your health?”

Warren frowned. “Usually two weeks. After that, the lack of exposure to the sun and the constant high pressure oxygenated environment would begin to take a toll. There’s also a psychological impact. Think sensory deprivation. Your senses are out of whack because you’ve been dumped into a soundproof sponge. There is no normal sensory stimulation. No sunlight, no sound… Even taste and smell become compromised. Coming back to the real world would be an adjustment.

In addition, those underwater stations are small. People are right on top of each other. Things we take for granted, like privacy, hot showers, home cooked meals, are in short supply. That can create anxiety, depression, and stress. No way he served that sentence consecutively. He had to take a break in between.”

Warren gazed at Tom. “That environment is more hostile than a prison. You may not be in danger from other inmates, but you are putting your life at risk. Three months sounds like way too much time to be stuck underwater though, especially if you’re not leaving the station for deep sea diving on a regular basis. They must be breaking up the time somehow, otherwise they’d have a pretty tough situation on their hands. A lot of contract workers would be headed to a rubber room. It would be extremely difficult to survive a month, much less three, down there.”

Could they be treating the inmates like guinea pigs?” Hope asked. “Testing their limits? Tracking actual survival rates?”

Warren sighed. “Possibly. It’s not like they have to answer to anyone. They are located in international waters. No country in particular has legal oversight. I imagine they could be doing anything they want without recourse. Unfortunately, when the prospect of a reduced sentence is dangled in front of some people, they grab it, damn the consequences. If one or two inmates suffer some sort of harm or die along the way, they chalk it up to collateral damage.”

And who’s going to know?” Cate shook her head. “Someone dies, they probably flush them down a chute into the deep sea and they become shark chum. No evidence left behind.”

Hope cringed. “God, that’s kind of evil. But that still doesn’t answer our original question. Where the hell is Fuzzy? Has he already served out his sentence? Has he been released, and if he has, where the hell is he? He’s the one we need to find. He could have a lot of the answers.”

That lack of governmental oversight is troubling,” Tom said. “If Cassie McIntyre is down there, I can’t believe the CIA isn’t all over it. At least, our government should be doing a welfare check through the Red Cross or something.”

Warren grimaced. “Unless no one knows she is down there. Think about it. They are on the bottom of the ocean, more than two miles under the sea. It’s not like you can just go down there and knock on the door. Any regular monitoring would be impossible.”

Cate nodded. “And we haven’t been able to confirm that she embarked on the same path as Fuzzy. All we’ve got are suspicions. Right now, she’s missing. We need to sit down with her family and get more information. And we need to find other prisoners who contracted with Martimus.

Otherwise, we’ve got nothing.”


About the Author

Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen! In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, the Feisty Lawyers series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, The President’s Wife, The White House Wedding, and The President’s Daughter.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

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Thursday, January 17, 2019

Rumor Control: The Men of Sentinel Security Book One - #Reporter #NavySeal #Romance @taishademay012


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Wounded in action, the only thing former Navy Seal turned security expert, Archer Lincoln wants is to be left alone. But when he finds himself the focus of the tabloids and gossip columns, he has no choice but to go to the enemy for help.

Ambitious New York Beat reporter Trinity Black wants to move to the news desk. She knows it’s where she belongs, even if nobody else thinks so. But the only way to do that is to snag the story of a lifetime. When she is approached by Archer for help rehabbing his image, she is reluctant to help. After all, she isn’t exactly his favorite person. Especially not after an article previously written about him by her. But knows this is the one thing she needs to propel her to where she wants to be, so Trinity agrees. But as time passes and she gets to know him, Trinity realizes he isn’t the man she and everyone believes he is. And Archer gets to know her, he too realizes he’s been wrong about her. Can these two, stop fighting long enough to fall in love, or will their plans blow up in both their faces?

Excerpt

His plan was ridiculous. Outrageous. So why was she so tempted? Because he was dangling an irresistible lure in front of me. Damn him. She’d do anything to get the business reporter’s beat.

Well?” he prompted.

Trinity shook her head. “Can’t. I don’t want to compromise my journalistic integrity. I’m sure you’ve heard of that, right?”

Isn’t it a little late to be thinking about that? Considering your line of work.”

She frowned. “I’ll have you know, all my information is checked and verified before I write a story.”

He arched a brow. “Oh really? I seemed to recall a story you did about a CEO that caused a lot of trouble, and you nearly paid a heavy price for that mistake.”

Yeah, don’t remind me,” she muttered.

So, I’ll ask you again, will you help me?”

Trinity sighed. “How do I know you won’t renege on me?”

He made the sign of the cross on his chest. “You have my word.”

Not good enough.”

He sighed in frustration. “I’ve already offered you broad access to Sentinel, as well as the identity of my father’s successor, what more do you want?”

She considered it for a moment. “I don’t know if I should take the chance on this blowing up in both our faces. It’s too much of a risk, especially on my part. I’ve already made one huge mistake; I don’t need to make another.”

Don’t tell me you aren’t the least bit tempted? The two of us together would be explosive.”

Before she could respond, he lowered his head, taking her lips with his. The only thing she could do was give into it. He smelled like soap, aftershave, and man. He tasted of mint, warmth, and subtle sweetness. An intoxicating mixture.

When their kiss ended, Trinity reached up and slapped him as hard as she could, before brushing passed him, hurrying inside and across the ballroom, while Archer stared at her retreating back. Perhaps he may have laid it on a little bit too thick? Damn!


About the Author


Author Taisha Demay is a New York native, but resides in North Carolina. She is the author of Taste of Intrigue: Food Fight Mysteries, Lady Guardians: Black Money (Mystic Belles) and the newly released, Rumor Control: The Men of Sentinel Security. Not content with strictly writing in the fiction arena, she began expanding her portfolio by becoming a Blogger and Reviewer. An independent author, she has started her own company, NewYorkCityGirl,LLC and working on her fourth release.

A passionate author who brings a wide variety of characters to life of page after page of pulse-pounding stories from the city that never sleeps and beyond. A Blogger and Reviewer, she is also, a member of the Erotic Authors Guild, Erotic Readers and Writers Association, and the Society of Children’s Writer’s and Illustrators.

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Thursday, December 13, 2018

Freebie Blitz—Shopping for an Heir @JKentAuthor #romanticcomedy #freebook

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FREE for a limited time - SHOPPING FOR AN HEIR. A hilarious standalone in Julia Kent's bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series. Gerald Wright works for billionaires. He never imagined he’d become one. Get the Whispersync audio for $7.49 on Amazon or your favorite audiobook retailer.

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Gerald Wright works for billionaires. He never imagined he’d become one.

The former Navy Seal is a chauffeur by day, artist by night, so when hotter-than-ever ex-fiancée Suzanne Dayton interrupts his nude model sculpting class to serve him with inheritance paperwork from a man he’s never heard of, he assumes it’s a joke.

Turns out the joke’s on him. There’s just one catch. A big one.

And it might be Suzanne — in more ways than he ever dreamed.

Shopping for an Heir is the 10th book in the New York Times bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series by Julia Kent.

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Excerpt

A flash of movement under a streetlight in the distance, at the nearest light, caught Gerald’s eye.

Suzanne.

Sprinting, he left Declan befuddled, calling out his name, until the light changed and he watched as Suzanne marched forward with that confident walk of hers, shoulders squared as if she were still in morning formation and wore a uniform, wiping her mouth with a tissue and muttering to herself. He knew how the curve of her spine felt under his palms when she stood like that, the supple feel of the paradox between soft skin and hard bone a delightful feast for his fingers.

Wait!” he called out, unsure and unbidden, moving on pure instinct. He needed to touch her. Would die without making that single, simple connection. Not just in an intimate sense. The need was more than that.

Suzanne got to the curb and stopped. She did not turn around, her body poised, waiting.

Panting with the burst of exertion, his brain firing on all cylinders, he caught up to her and slowed down at the last steps, moving to her, pulled by a force that drew him in. His front settled against her back, his tight cotton t-shirt brushing against the thin linen jacket she wore, the friction erotic and full, sensual.

As his palms touched her elbows, her arms at her side, he inhaled with precision, measuring her.

She did not move.

Suzanne,” he murmured, chin close to a stray hair that curled out from her updo, resting against the fine, creamy line of her neck. With longer hair, the sharp, jutting bones of her jaw stood out, giving her the look of a Viking princess. In heels, she was exactly his height, setting him off-kilter. He wasn’t a short man. In fatigues she was always four to five inches shorter. In service dress, her shoes gave her a two-inch lift.

He liked being equal. Liked it a lot.

Please,” she whispered, the word spiraling off into the dark night, as if the street lights beyond them were pulling her voice to them.

Taking her reaction as something other than rejection, he left his hands where they were, closing the inch gap between them. She was cool and regal, his hot, thick chest pressing into her back.

Please what?” he asked, knowing this could go either way, but not caring, because right now—as each second ticked by—he had more internal calm than he’d had in ten years.

Even as desire burned bright inside him.

Please don’t.”

He froze.

Don’t what?” Tempted to step back, he held strong. Her please carried a weight to it, a meaning he needed to discern before acting. All impulse and no analysis would end this in a flash. Time was his friend. Patience.

Hesitation.

He had to go against instinct.

Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.”

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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Saturday, July 23, 2016

Cerise DeLand is back with a new hunky #NavySEAL series (#ghost #eroticromance @CeriseDeLand)

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Cerise DeLand marries off 7 BRIDES FOR 7 SEALS! 
New series starts July 22!


Do hunky Navy SEAL Nick Reardon and Abby Stuart have a ghost of a chance for more than a weekend?

She offers him her first class seat.

He offers her dinner.

When Abby Stuart accepts hunky Navy SEAL Nick Reardon’s invitation, she gets a red hot one-night stand that becomes an irresistible weekend interlude.

But when a glimpse of their past proves that their fascination could be more than a brief affair, they wonder if they have a ghost of a chance at happiness together for all their tomorrows.



Excerpt

We’ll do this,” he said, his rough words sounding stern as a vow. “And then we’ll curl up and go to sleep.”

Oh, she wanted to curl up all right. She wanted to kiss him until the world ended. He would know, too, because hadn’t she just answered him by vibrating in his arms?

He licked his lower lip, his blue gaze probing hers and looking at her Christmasy pjs. “Honest. You and me and all your Santas. We’re going to kiss.”

She cuffed him, laughing all the way.

He did, too, and crushed her against him. “Kiss me. Make it long and make it worth four more hours to wait for another.”

You are evil, do you know that?”

The sun and moon and stars blazed across his features with delight. “Yeah. It’s what I’m paid for. Do it.”

He wouldn’t move first. That she understood. It had to be her, now or never. She leaned closer to his lips. A breath separated them. “What if once isn’t enough?”

It will be.”

Disappointment rang through her.

And he smiled, consolation ripe on his lips. “Tomorrow, I promise to kiss you anytime you ask.”

She could live like that. “You could get in trouble for conduct unbecoming.”

Baby, with you in my arms, I’ve already got that trouble, and if you don’t kiss me, I may just die before they come to throw me in the brig.”

She sank her fingers into his luscious hair, cupping the back of his head, her breasts boring into his hard naked chest. She put her mouth on his, his lips firm and soft, his breath heavy and rapid. She brushed her lips on his once. He hauled her up, and her skin met his. He groaned, and she slanted her mouth this way. He took her up and pressed her down. He followed her, his lips drinking her in, his tongue tangling with hers.

The euphoria rippled through her in a storm. No one had ever kissed her like she was his all, his everything. She had never wanted to be any man’s either.

And so the kiss lengthened and ended only because they needed air.

He pushed her back against his thighs, his hand sinking into her hair. “Abby, get up. Now. Come around the other side and crawl back into bed.”

Totally without a thought in her head, she obeyed. When she had settled onto her back, he ran one strong arm around her waist and pushed her to her side. He adjusted his body behind her, his corded length along her own, one leg over her hip. Then he hugged her tightly to him. “Tomorrow morning, if I’m not here when you wake up, don’t panic.”

She did now. She whipped her head around to stare at him over her shoulder. “Why?”

Oh, honey.” He kissed her nose. “I’m not leaving. I’m going for an early swim.” He moved closer, and the feel of his mighty erection against her ass gave the evidence of his rationale. “I’ll need it. This will be the longest night of my life.”


Who is Cerise?

Cerise DeLand loves to cook, hates to dust, adores traveling...and lives to write!

She is #1 Bestselling Regency Author of spicy romances starring dashing heroes and sassy women. Her box set THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE was recently on the bestseller list for ONE solid YEAR!

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