Saturday, October 1, 2016

Taming the Beast with Erzabet Bishop

Allyse Montlake needs a job and quick. But what can a curvy girl with a penchant for plant magic do in the current job market? It’s just not the kind of thing that most people put on applications these days. To help her mother with medical expenses, she has to get something that pays more than her bookstore job—and quick. When she goes with her friend Cara to a job fair, she has no idea she’s just applied for a position on Extreme Bachelor-in front of the camera and not behind the scenes as she intended. When she meets the man behind the mystique, can he love her for who she is and see the beauty behind the curves?
Soren Rochester is a werewolf and the owner of Barks, one of America’s most successful pet store chains. He also happens to be fighting a curse. One pissed off witch of an ex-girlfriend and he’s running short on time to find a mate or else. When his assistant suggests a reality television show he reluctantly agrees. Can this beast find true love amidst the glittering dresses of the contestants or will he find her only to lose her in a field of thorns?

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“No way.” Allyse clutched the invitation in her hand and stood at the closed gates of the Rochester estate. She waved the email at the stylish woman with the clipboard standing in front of her.
“This was supposed to be for a behind the scenes job on the show, not for a close up on camera looking for a husband.”
“I understand, dear, but if you’ll get back in line with the others, we’ll get all of this sorted out in a few minutes, okay?”
“Others?” Allyse’s stomach sank. This was so not going how she’d planned.
“Other contestants. Everything will be explained shortly. Now, if you’ll just get in line?” The woman’s voice drifted off in a distracted hollow tone, her attention taken up by a large catering truck approaching the gate.
“You need to go around back. This is for guests only.” She jabbed her finger at the driver’s window and Allyse stopped listening.
Allyse gritted her teeth and made her way over to the group of six women who, like her, waited for direction. She didn’t miss the behind the hand comments and slant-eyed stares. Her curvy form seemed to invite them. Today, she’d worn a new black and white floral top and soft flowing black slacks with new strappy black heels. Her long, dark hair was twisted into a loose updo with tendrils of curls fluttering down the sides of her face. She’d even splurged on a new tube of lipstick she couldn’t really afford, but it was important to make the right impression with the people who mattered.
Out of the corner of her eye, Allyse spotted a camera crew filming them from afar and her stomach did a funny little flip. She turned her head and recognized the hostess for the show standing next to the coordinator and swallowed the lump that had grown in her throat. She’d helped behind the scenes on a few shows, but never had she even considered herself a candidate for the hand of a man she didn’t even know. It was, in her opinion, ludicrous to think you could meet someone and know, in a date or two, if there was chemistry enough to warrant a lifetime commitment. How awkward would it be to tell someone oh hey, I sort of forgot to tell you I’m a witch that can sniff out car keys like a prized spaniel and oh, by the way, if you ever want your roses to grow, just pass me the word and I’ll make sure they get the memo.
Besides, she never aspired to being married. No one had ever really made her think of it. For her, marriage meant forever, and she didn’t abide by the modern sensibility that you could dump someone like you changed your socks. The only man in her life was Mr. Stinky, an irritable little Chihuahua who’d claimed her heart long ago. She was happy. He didn’t hassle her about her curves or needle her about hogging the bed. Nope. He was a perfect little pouty faced angel and she was mad for him.
He was pissed as hell at her right now, too. Leaving him with her mother wasn’t normally an issue, but the little guy had taken one look at her luggage and given her such an evil glare she still had the scorch marks. He’d gone right up to the top of the stairs, staring down at her like an angry gargoyle.
All she had to do was get through the next few days, collect her check and hope it was enough to help put a dent in her mom’s doctor bills. It made her sick to think of how little insurance actually covered. She had to do something to help make ends meet and work she would. It was late afternoon and, from what the email said, they should be entering the property to get settled.
The hostess walked away from the film crew and joined the other women.
“Attention, ladies. If you could all join me here at the gates, we’ll get started.”

About Erzabet:
Erzabet Bishop is an award-winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Does a Pararescueman Wear Boxers or Briefs?

Debbie: Welcome Readers! We're here to interview Kyle and Melissa from our latest release Do No Harm.
L.J.: Yes, welcome! Let's get this rolling. I'm anxious to see what they have to say.
Debbie: Okay, okay, I’m going first and my first question is for Kyle. So, Kyle, what was your very first impression of Lis?
Kyle: I thought she was beautiful.
Debbie: Are you sure that was your FIRST impression?
Kyle: Yes ma’am.
Debbie: (turns to L.J.) Would you like to remind him of his first impression?
L.J.: As I recall, you thought she was a, and I quote, “Damn punk.”
Kyle: Well, she did call me a Neanderthal.
L.J.: And I believe you insulted her....
Kyle: I didn’t know she was doctor. She had that kid, and it looked like. And she--
Debbie: Didn’t you say something about her inappropriate attire?
Kyle: Yes. I told her to get dressed. I mean, she was out in front of everyone in a skimpy red bra. If I was looking, I know every other guy there was, too!
L.J.: And then you said “But let the professionals handle the rest. We don’t need you accidentally hurting someone more because you don’t know what you’re doing.”
Kyle: I told you that was before I she told me she was a doctor.
Debbie: I think she called you something back in return. Hmmm. What was that?
Kyle: I don’t remember.
L.J.: I do. She said, “Professionals? You look like one of those professional male strippers.”
Debbie: Honestly, I think Lis was right.
L.J.: Hmm. I don’t know. How can we know for sure? (snaps fingers) I know. Take your shirt off!
Debbie: Yes! Great idea.
L.J.: Debbie, get your cell phone and crank up the tunes. He’ll need to move around a bit for us to be sure.
Debbie: Done! And here are some dollar bills (stuffs money in L.J.’s hand).
L.J.: Uh, Debbie. What are you doing with 50 one-dollar bills in your purse?
Debbie: Walking around money. You never know when you might need a dollar for something. (cranks up -Sexy and I know It.)
L.J.: Alllrighty then! (waves a couple dollars in the air) Okay, Kyle! Get that shirt off and shake your booty! 
Kyle: Okay, okay, okay. You’ve made your point. I was an ass.
Lis:  (sitting next to Klye clapping) Thank you, Ladies.
Debbie: Well, to be fair, you were sitting there in the middle of all that chaos with no shirt, a bright red bra and a purple streak in your hair. Anyway, what was your very first impression of Kyle?
Lis: That he was a condescending neanderthal.
Debbie: He kinda was, wasn’t he?
Kyle: What is this, trash Kyle day?
L.J.: (Tosses him a twinkie.) Of course not Kyle. We love you.
Debbie:So guys, in your story, we are still chasing this psycho bomber. Lis, did you know you were a target?
Lis: I had no clue. I mean I’d obviously had heard of him. I was there when he set another bomb off. But I’d had no clue that I had become his target.
Debbie. But Kyle saved the day.
Lis: You could say that.
Kyle: What? You’re alive, aren’t you? I so saved your cute ass.
Lis: You did. But the process wasn’t exactly pain-free.
Kyle: Not like I had a lot of choice. And it beats the alternative. I’d do it again, just like that. Anything to keep you with me.
Lis: Awww. You’re a big softie. (she leans over to smooch Kyle)
Debbie: True love at its finest!
L.J.: Okay! So, time for the lightning round. We’ll take turns asking a questions. You each answer.
Debbie: Ready?
(Lis and Kyle nod)
L.J.: Dog or Cat?
Lis: Dog   
Kyle: Dog
Debbie. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Lis: Chocolate
Kyle: Both
L.J.: Romantic night out?
Lis: Rather stay in and have him cook for me.
Kyle: Beach, blanket, and a bottle of wine.
Debbie: Surf and turf or Lasagna
Lis: A salad. I’m trying to eat healthy.
Kyle: <snorts> Yeah, right. And you can call me Ishmael.
Lis: Okay, Ishmael. What about all those Twinkies you eat all the time?
Kyle: I’m not the one denying I like sweet treats. Course, you’re my favorite sweet treat, darlin’.
Lis: Well, which do you like, then? Surf and turf or lasagna?
Kyle: Both. With you for dessert.
L.J.: Ahem. Briefs or boxers?
Lis: Briefs   
Kyle: Commando
Lis: Can I change my answer?
Debbie: Apple pie or cheesecake
Lis: Cheesecake.
Kyle: Twinkies.
L.J.: Well, I’m sure no one saw that one coming.
Debbie: I did.
L.J.: Okay! Thanks for visiting with us today, Lis and Kyle. I’m sure we have a blurb and excerpt around here somewhere for our readers.

Do No HarmL.J. Garland & Debbie Gould

...Air Force Pararescuman, Junior Lieutenant Kyle “Raven” Alvarez has seen it all. After three years as the team’s medic, he’s been up to his elbows patching back together the worst humanity has to offer, overseas and stateside. So, when his team mates set him up for a date through Madam Eve’s 1Night Stand service, he jumps at the chance. But under no circumstances will he end up like Colin, Bobby, and Zeke...with a ring on his finger and a lifelong commitment. Just one night of hot, sweaty no-strings-attached sex, and he’ll be good to go. Besides, Madam Eve found three perfect matches already. He’s in the clear, right?
...Dr. Melissa Anne Carter has dedicated her life to saving people. Especially the innocent victims of rampant gang violence that come through her Emergency Department. Then out of the blue, her long-forgotten application to 1Night Stand is answered. Madam Eve has found her perfect match. Maybe a night in the arms of a man who can make her body sing will help her forget all the horror she’s witnessed and lives she couldn’t save. At least for a little while.
...But destruction at the hands of a madman has never hit so close to home, becoming more personal than ever. And when a man with a penchant for explosives vows revenge by abducting Melissa, the oath she took to Do No Harm takes on new meaning. Can Kyle and his team save the good doctor before the timer runs out—literally?

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“You need to move along, folks. Leave the roads clear for emergency vehicles.”
“I’m a doctor,” she told him. “I work here. Was called in.” She reached in her purse, pulled out her badge, and handed it to him.
“Just a minute.” The officer stepped back and spoke into his com mic.
She twisted toward Kyle. “Call me in a few hours. I’ll know more about what’s going on.”
“I will.” His gaze shifted over her shoulder for a second then he squeezed her hand. “I hate for you to go into something like that without me.”
“I’ll be all right.” I just hope my coworkers are. “It’s what I’m trained to do.”
“I know.” Drawing her hand to his lips, he kissed her knuckles as he met her gaze in the dim light. “Lis, I like you. A lot. Tonight was just the beginning if you feel the same way.”
Her heart stuttered. Can he know so soon? “I do.” She leaned into him, and his hand wrapped around the back of her head, pulling her in for a deep toe-curling, tongue-tangling, fire-in-the-pit-of-your-stomach kiss. Damn, the man knows how to say good-bye. “Wow.”

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

T.L. Reeve - Private Wolfe

Private Wolf
T.L. Reeve

Shawn Blu, tracker and private investigator, has come home. As a pack tracker, he’s ready to defend Los Lobos and use his contacts to find pack members and bring them back into the fold. So, when Miss Fern, his aunt, asks him to find Brienne Talbert, he’s happy to help out. What he isn’t expecting is to find his mate.
Brienne left home at sixteen, knowing she’d return to the Black Hills and Los Lobos one day. As it stands, in six months she’ll graduate with her master’s degree and there’s no way anyone will stop her now. However, when the hunky slab of wolf Shawn Blu shows up with a tempting offer—a week with her pack, no strings attached—she’s willing to reconsider her harsh stance about not going home.
When one weekend turns into a mating she hadn’t planned on, will she be able to leave it all behind and return to school, or will the call of her pack be too much to turn her back on?

Shawn Blu walked into Los Lobos Café and spotted his aunt at a table near the far wall. In front of her sat a paperback book and a mug, along with a pastry. Behind the counter, Ero took the order from a new female. Her long dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, and her gray eyes glittered with—arousal? If the other wolf noticed, he appeared indifferent to it. Oh well. Bypassing his normal routine, of ordering coffee and Danish, he marched over and sat at the table where his aunt waited. Fern glanced up at him. Her warm, affectionate smile greeted him.

“Good morning, Auntie.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “That twinkle in your eye says you’re up to no good.”

Fern laughed and patted his hand. “I have a job for you.”

A job. Why hadn’t she mentioned it last night when he came over for dinner?

Why did they have to meet in the café? “Okay. What is it?”

“Well, technically, it is two jobs….”


Ero approached with a cup in one hand and a sweet treat in the other. “You didn’t order. I see why now.” He grinned then winked at Fern.

“I didn’t want to interrupt your time with Cynthia,” Shawn teased. “She’s interested in you.”

“Don’t I know it.” Ero frowned. “But there’s…the spark’s not there.” He glanced at his brother, Luc, who sat in his usual spot.

“Say no more, I understand.” He did, too. They were waiting for their perfect mate. Might be a while, but Shawn had a feeling it would happen. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“You’re welcome.”

Taking a sip of the piping-hot brew, he waited for Ero to leave before returning to the conversation with his aunt. The way Fern watched him—assessing him—left him uneasy. “Should I be afraid of what you’re going to ask of me?”

“Never,” she assured him. “In fact, you’ll win tons of brownie points with Miss Claire if you do this for me.”
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TL Reeve, is a bestselling, multi-published author with Cobblestone Press, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Loose-Id and ARe Books. Living in Alabama, TL misses Los Angeles, and will one-day return to Southern California to ride the waves at Huntington Beach. When not writing something hot and sexy, TL can be found curled up with a good book, or working on homework with a cute little pixie. ​
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Monday, July 18, 2016

And ANOTHER Cover Release

Almost there! The next book in our 1NS Pararescumen Series: Do No Harm. This one is Raven's story...and he's definitely got his hands full with a sassy ER doctor.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Black Hills Wolves - Rex's Mate by VS Morgan

Rex's Mate
Decadent Publishing
Cover by Tibbs Design
Narrator: TG Burns
Genre: m/m Multicultural, paranormal/shifter, erotic romance
Heat Level 5

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Former assassin Rex realizes retirement isn’t all it’s cracked up to be without someone to share it with. He longs for the kind of connection his friends Hunter and Casey have. Tired of meaningless hookups, Rex and his wolf are ready to find their mate. But what if his mate is the human-were bunny shifter his former boss placed in his care? Can he win the heart of this fierce and beautiful man?

Abducted and genetically altered against his will, Aaron is thrust into a world he’d thought was only make-believe. Under the protection of a Minnesota wolf pack, he struggles with his new abilities as a rabbit shifter and his growing attraction for his cocky protector. Can he trust the former assassin to keep him safe and find his brother still being held captive by the evil group responsible for changing his life forever?


Something tickled his ear, and teeth nipped the lobe. Oh, he liked it a bit rough.

“Oh yeah, baby. Bite me again. Harder.” Rex opened his eyes, finding himself on his side, face-to-face with the rabbit.

“Screw that!” He scrambled back, landing bare-assed on the floor.

Screw bunny?

His wolf’s puzzled response had him crab walking toward the door. How the hell had it gotten in bed with him? Hunter. That shithead.

Leaving the rabbit there, Rex shoved onto his feet and stormed upstairs to their room. He opened the door with so much force it slammed against the wall, causing Priss to bark at the end of the bed.

His righteous indignation diminished slightly with Hunter’s Glock trained on him. Maybe he needed to rethink how soft the former assassin had gotten. His friend lowered the gun and glared at him.

“What the hell, Hunter?” He planted his hands on his hips, more confident without a gun pointed at his face.

Casey sat up and rubbed his eyes, his reddish-blond hair standing on end. “What’s the naked, crazy man yelling about?”

Hunter covered the little wolf’s eyes. Shifters weren’t prudes, but he was one possessive dude now he had a mate. “What’s your damage? And go put some clothes on. Casey doesn’t need to see your man bits.”

“As if you didn’t know. I moved here, froze my balls off last winter, and how do you repay that friendship? By putting a rabbit on my bed. That wasn’t funny. I could have eaten him.” His stomach churned even though his wolf huffed in denial, insulted by the accusation.

No eat. Wolf like bunny.

Yeah, probably too much, you dumb wolf.

About the Author:
V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily-ever-afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes IRMC contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. 

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