Haleigh’s Ink Book Trailer and GIVEAWAY

It’s almost here! Haleigh’s Ink releases on Feb. 28^th and I can’t FREAKING wait. It’s the 2^nd book in the Members Only Series and the third to release (seriously long story) and the premise behind this book is unbelievably special to me.

It’s written in honor of my best friend’s mom who lost her battle with Inflammatory Breast Cancer in 2012.

The story is personal, and sweet, and rough and real and I can’t wait to share it with the world.

In honor of it almost being out I’ve made a book trailer and it’s up on YouTube. Yea! Here’s the link…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRWH9NaR-mY

And yes I did mention a giveaway! I’m going to be giving away one shiny new e-copy of Haleigh’s Ink to a lucky poster and you have two chances to enter. All you have to do is post a comment on the video’s YouTube page to enter, and for a second entry leave a comment below and tell me what part of the video you liked the best!!

Hope you fall in love with Haleigh, Scott and Kyle and the rest of the crew at The Library. There’s a little piece of me in each of them. ***GRINS***

Members Only, Book Two

Ink.

A three-lettered word that means different things to many people. Pictures and words that might stand as a reminder of love, loss, rebellion, or camaraderie. For Haleigh Grace, it meant freedom.

Walking through the doors of the tattoo parlor, Inkfluence, marked the start of taking her life back. Making it what she wanted it to be. No one was going to tell her she couldn’t. Not ever again.

Little did she know that behind those doors stood Kyle Muse. He was her best friend, who had walked away years ago without a backwards glance. The one man she fantasized would someday be her knight in shining armor. The one she saved herself for.

But, he has a knight of his own. Tall, dark, and dangerously sexy, Scott Preston. The owner of the very shop Haleigh has an appointment with at midnight.

Feelings long buried rise to the surface and the three find themselves bound by more than just ink…

A Romantica® ménage BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Buy Links:
Ellora’s Cave – http://www.ellorascave.com/haleigh-s-ink.html
Members Only, Book One – Together in Cyn
Members Only, Book Three – A Very Ménage Christmas

Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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Have you been waiting for a super-sexy story about two men who put their minds together to seduce a girl who needs a hard hand on her backside, but a broad chest to snuggle against? Do you like it when she can have both at the same time? Reined In releases tomorrow! Pre-order now! It’s quick; it’s cheap (just $2.45 now!).

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If you post a comment today, you’ll be entered to win a free copy of any of my Lone Star Lovers prequel stories! And nope, I’m not giving away REINED IN!

Following is just teasers, so you know what’s coming, but be warned—they will leave you unsatisfied! You know how to get satisfaction, right? (Hint: see links above). 😉

Snippet #1

If sin were personified, it would wear Joe Halloran’s wicked smile.

Stormy was just tired enough not to care where her thoughts had headed. Despite her fatigue, her heart beat a steady, heavy tattoo inside her chest as she followed him inside to her bedroom.

She’d misbehaved. A deliberate, calibrated taunt. And he hadn’t hesitated to rise to the bait. Had he finally gotten past the fact she was Reese Jordan’s little girl?

Lord, she’d been a rotten bitch and had no doubt left a bruise on the back of his hand. But it wasn’t anything more ornery than a dozen other acts she’d committed over the years, trying to get him to respond to her as something other than a bratty kid.

Her skin still itched where he’d rasped his palm up the inside of her leg. He’d been this close to sliding his hand over her pussy, and even though Cam would have had a bird’s eye view, she regretted the fact she’d lost her nerve at the last moment.

Fact was, she wouldn’t have minded Cam watching…

Snippet #2

Cam was stretched out on the bed, leaning on an elbow. Sometime while she’d been pleasuring Joe, he’d donned a condom.

Her breaths shortened. Surely he’d take her now.

“Come here, baby,” he said, holding out a hand.

She reached for it, aware Joe watched her every move. Excited for the chance to tease him and to get her fill of Cam’s enormous cock.

Cam pulled her onto the bed, moving his hands around her waist as he drew her close and then turned her to lie on her back. “He wants to watch,” he said, his gaze raking her body as he hovered over her.

“So he’ll watch,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Show me what I’ve been missin’.”

He shook his head, a crooked grin stretching his mouth. “You like playin’ with fire.”

“Gonna make me burn?”

Cam chuckled. “I’ve had my fantasies too, you know.”

Stormy picked up a lock of hair sticking to her skin and used the end to tease one of her hardened nipples. “Haven’t we all?”

He surprised her, leaning down to kiss her, then bypassed her mouth to scoot down her body. He dove straight for the breast she’d teased and gobbled it up, pulling as much of the round globe into his mouth as he could and sucking hard—so hard her toes curled and her legs drew up instinctively.

Cam angled his body over hers, settling between her spread legs and letting her feel his weight. He burrowed his mouth into her breast, flicking his tongue at the tip and then nibbling at it until she gripped his broad torso with her thighs.

Switching to the opposite side, he continued to play with the abandoned nipple, tweaking and tugging while he drew on the other breast.

Her breaths shattered, coming in gusts. Her body writhed. He scooted downward again, hard hands gripping her waist as he sucked at her abdomen, leaving love marks on her belly as he moved lower still.

When he hovered over her mound, she didn’t think she’d last a minute, because the look in his eyes was desperate, his face tense, the set of his jaw determined. When he stroked her folds with his tongue, she jerked upward, the first touch so electric she couldn’t hold back a cry. The next and the next had her head thrashing on the pillow.

Joe sitting in the chair was forgotten. Cam filled her vision, stole her breaths and her mind, sliding his tongue into her and then retreating to lap the length of her pussy before he narrowed his focus on her clit.

He stroked it with his tongue, flicked it, swirled on it, alternating the actions until she was raking his scalp with her fingernails, desperate to come. “Cam, oh please, please.”

He latched his lips around her swollen bud and suckled, and at last, she was lost, moans coming one after the other as darkness crowded in on her…

Snippet #3

Behind her, hands aligned her hips. A cock prodded between her folds and then thrust deep.

Impaled in front and back, she soared, so filled she felt as though she were a doll, moved forward and back, unable to resist the hands forcing her hips, the fingers gripping her scalp.

They were fucking her—Cam taking her mouth, Joe her cunt. She wished she could see, but her mind filled with images, both men naked, her held helpless between them and put to sweet use.

This was what she wanted in her bed, what she craved—to be controlled and loved with abandon. She was free. Freed to soar, freed of self-will and control…

Hello Readers!

Thanks so much to Delilah for hosting me. I love dropping by her blog and chatting it up with the readers here! I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve been so wrapped up in watching the Olympics that I’ve let so many things sort of sneak up on me. The laundry—that might be the worst one yet. I’m pretty sure it’s about to grow legs and attack me… If I don’t show up to chat in the comments, send help. I’ve probably been drug off under the bed by a ferocious pair of yoga pants.

Sometimes the best things in life happen when we aren’t paying attention or looking for them. This last week I got some good news I wasn’t expecting. I met my boyfriend when I’d just decided to remain single. I got the phone call of a lifetime when I was looking for a reason to procrastinate. All sorts of things happen when you just don’t think anything of note is going to crop up in the next couple of days.

I think my favorite stories of how my friends have met their significant others go much the same way. They were out for groceries for a girl’s weekend and bumped buggies with this cute, geeky guy. They were focused on getting this great part in a community play and wound up practicing their lines to the man they’d marry. They were broken down on the side of the road and a really cute girl stopped in her pick-up truck and jack. Yes, all of those are real life stories. And I love them for their quirkiness, the uniqueness of how unexpected they are.

Sometimes it’s a little hard for me to decide how to—ah—encourage my hero and heroines into meeting. I don’t want things to be unbelievable, but the stories of happenstance are just the ones that tug at my heart.

I love books with meet cutes that make me laugh. I think Victoria Dahl takes the cake with that one. If you haven’t read her books, I highly suggest them. I really dig the powerful, immediate connection Nalini Singh’s changelings have. Then there are the instances where the characters lay eyes on each other and someone’s man/lady bits start doing funny things. I’m a fan of the show, Millionaire Matchmaker, and she calls that reaction your “picker”.

Some people have a pretty accurate picker, and some people just pick the wrong. That’s where a lot of the bad boy tropes come in. A girl just has to pick the one bad guy out of the bunch… until the bad guy she picks turns out to be a good one in disguise. I’ve never had a particularly good picker myself, so I empathize with my fellow poor-pickers. I like to chalk it up to interesting life experiences to fuel writing.

I’m giving away a copy of my latest release, Picture Her Bound, to someone who can either a) recommend a book with a really great meet-cute or b) share a story about how they met a significant other.

I’ll share my story first!

Christmas 2012 I was bound and determined to stay single. I went to a Christmas party where my friends wanted to introduce me to a couple single guy friends. I thanked them, but I was both newly out of a relationship and healing from surgery, so really uninterested. They made the introductions anyways. I shook my current boyfriend’s hand, said hello and walked away as fast as I could. I knew he was trouble—and I was right. But I kind of like his trouble, so we get along just fine.

Picture Her Bound, Bayou Bound 1

Officer Odalia Foucheaux is a desperate woman. Incriminating photographs of her after-hours job as a fetish model have been stolen, and she’s willing to break rules to get them back. Standing in her way? The very dominant bounty hunter Jacques Savoy.

Jacques has been watching out for Officer Foucheaux. He wants her safe from harm as much as he desires her body, her soul—and her submission. Odalia’s in trouble and struggling to walk the line of the law. His solution? Work together to find out who stole her pictures, what the thief wants and how to stop him. And if they find a pleasure unlike any other along the way, well, laissez les bons temps rouler.

Let the good times roll. Read the rest of this entry »

Olympic Obsessed

Hello, my name is Sharon Cullen and I am addicted to the Olympics.

Summer, winter, it doesn’t matter to me. I love everything about it from the pageantry of the opening ceremony, to the bittersweet closing ceremony. You’ll find me attached to the TV during the whole thing.

My youngest daughter, who isn’t as Olympic obsessed as her older sister or me, asked me why I love the Olympics so much. I thought about that for a minute then realized its because I love seeing the athletes realize their dream. I love seeing their stunned excitement when they win a medal. I’m so proud for them and of them.

I love seeing their excitement, their anticipation, the stars in their eyes. These athletes are kids. Some of them the same age as my kids. How utterly cool is that, to be on the world stage due to your hard work and dedication?

The stories about the athletes are also one of my favorite things. They are poignant and inspiring. It makes me want to go workout at the gym. LOL. Or at the very least to get my butt off the couch and do something that makes a difference.

My favorite event is probably the downhill and followed in no certain order by snowboarding, moguls, luge and bobsled.

So, do you watch the Olympics? If so, what are your favorite events?

About Sharon:

Sharon Cullen is the author of the historical romance, The Notorious Lady Anne, Loving the Earl and Pleasing the Pirate. She’s also published in romantic suspense, paranormal romance and contemporary romance.

Her other job descriptions include chauffer, laundress, cook and mediator to her three very busy kids, her husband and two dogs. She lives in southwest Ohio with her brood although her dream is to someday retire to St. Maarten and live on the beach.

If you’d like to find out more about Sharon and her books, you can visit her website. She’s addicted to social networking so you can find her on Facebook and Twitter. Friend her! Like her! Follow her! She’d love to hang out with you and talk about her passion—books.

Two hearts are wrenched between love and duty in Sharon Cullen’s tale of a ruthless pirate and the Scottish lass who fills him with desire for something greater than plunder.

With her clan’s crops burned and their property confiscated, Mairi McFadden is desperate to free her brother from imprisonment so that he can take his rightful place as chief. Her only hope is the fierce English pirate Phin Lockwood, but the buccaneer laughs at her meager funds. His roving eyes, however, tell Mairi there’s something else he’ll take in exchange for her brother’s rescue. Though she burns with hatred for the English, she’ll do anything to save her clan.

The crown has made it clear that Phin has two choices: bring in a certain Scottish traitor or hang. And he’s not about to let a tiny, whiskey-eyed woman get in his way, even if she is pointing a gun at him. When Phin learns that Mairi’s brother is the very man he seeks, he’s more than willing to use the lass as bait. But as the moment of capture draws near, Phin is surprised by his feelings for the courageous beauty who has him considering risking his life—for someone besides himself.

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Where to find Sharon:
Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sharon-Cullen-Author/243329341691
Twitter – http://twitter.com/SharonCullen
Website – http://sharoncullen.net/

The Rebel, The Soldier, and The Investigative Reporter…

No, they don’t walk into a bar. Wait… Do they? No. I don’t think they do. Sorry. I digress. The rebel, the soldier, or the investigative reporter, which would you fall for? Rebels are sexy because they’re standing up for a cause. They’re willing to fight the status quo to bring about change. The solider is a natural protector. They put their lives on the line every day to protect our freedoms. And the investigative reporter is determined to learn the truth. They feel the need to shine a light on the dark areas that both groups want to keep hidden. So which is it?

That’s where I was when I started writing Hostile Intent. The heroine is a soldier. She’s a fighter pilot who has complete faith in her military and her missions. But she’s been in a long-term, not-quite-but-almost relationship with Michael, the investigative reporter of this equation. It was a relationship built on a mutually beneficial exchange of information. Through the years, however, it’s grown into something she’s not ready to deal with. And when an under-cover rebel, Sans, gets thrown into the mix the unlikely tri has to chart their own course.

So would you choose? Why not come check out Hostile Intent and fall for all three?

Universal Defiance, Book Four

A few hours of passionate, meaningless sex is all Renee needs to take the edge off before her next reconnaissance mission. And the dangerously handsome stranger she meets on the space station docks is more than happy to give it to her.

But her quickie turns out to be a Coalition soldier who’s been ordered to kidnap her. Adam has no idea how tempting his new mission will be or how quickly his intended victim will work her way under his skin. And when someone tries to kill her, he must decide where his loyalties lie.

If they’re going to survive, they’ll need help from Renee’s longtime lover. As an investigative reporter, Michael has the contacts and access to information they need. He also has a raw sexual chemistry with women and men alike, and Adam can’t resist.

Inside Scoop: This ménage features some scorching male-male action.

A Romantica® sci-fi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Want to know more? You can read an excerpt on the Ellora’s Cave website, or  download a sample on the Amazon page.

Hi Delilah! I want to ask you and your readers–Are you a fan of the Fated Mates trope?

Mostly, I am.

I adored, adored, adored the book The Time Traveler’s Wife, and while not strictly a “fated mates” story, the way Henry and Claire’s lives crisscrossed in time gave it that feel. It’s not a romance novel, but it is one of the most romantic books I’ve ever read.

One of my all-time favorite paranormal romances, with one of most memorable openings, is A Hunger Like No Other, the first book in Kresley Cole’s Immortals After Dark series.  In the first scene, the werewolf hero, who has been chained up and burning in a magical fire for something like two hundred years, smells his mate above ground on the streets of Paris and finally finds the strength to break free.  There are a lot of great, fun, sexy moments in that book—an ideal fated mates story, in my mind.

Obviously, the rules of paranormal worlds vary a lot, and they change the dynamic of the fated mates trope quite a bit. Do you they only ever get one mate? How do characters physically react to meeting their mate?  Can a person find happiness apart from the mate?  Only reproduce with their mate?

These can be some of my favorite romances, or some of my least favorite.  Sometimes the rules of the world constrain the romantic relationship in my mind—this happens sometimes in sequels, when the world was built around the first book and the subsequent conflicts fall short.

In a way, a fated mates story grants the characters the same knowledge every romance reader already assumes: these characters MUST end up together.  Sometimes this works brilliantly, as the characters rail against their fate or one determines to sway or seduce the other.

The fated mates trope does go well with another of my favorites, enemies to lovers.  Cole as lots of these in the Immortals After Dark series. And my new release, Blood Reunited (Book Three in the Blood Vine series) is also one of these stories.

I honestly didn’t understand romance tropes well enough to know what I was doing when I first conceived of the premise of this book years ago, though now I see I stumbled upon a great set-up.  I had invented a brash ancient female vampire as a secondary character, and also made one of my vampire patriarch’s sons a vampire halfling without entirely figuring how one becomes a halfling.  All I knew was he was old and he drank bourbon, not blood.

Holy cow.  This parenthetical note turned out to be a whole paragraph: (I expect half of the writers reading this blog will have a heart attack to hear me say I write this haphazardly, and the other half will nod knowingly and feel solidarity.  It works for me. I write myself into a puzzle, or a corner, and storytelling my way out of it is the source of a lot of my creativity.  I don’t think I could publish a serial like Suzanne has, because my writing style requires a lot of mid-story revisions.)

In the epilogue of Blood Vine, when my brash vampire-ess sent a message to the Kastel Estate Winery, Bel was less than pleased to hear from her.  I didn’t know why, so I had to investigate, and what I learned made me cackle with the kind of sadistic glee only authors feel toward their characters (you know, that peculiarly loving kind of sadism, because WE know what’s best for them).

Vampire biologist Bel had been investigating the mystery of his existence for his whole life. Vampires can’t have babies, so how the hell was he conceived?  The answer lies in an ancient and secret method which Uta helped his mother undertake.  What Uta did not know was that her help would cause a blood bond between she and the baby, making them mates, fated to love one another without any choice in the matter.

Uta feels guilty, Bel feels trapped.  Deeper than that, they love each other in every cell.  He is stubborn, brooding, and determined to use his scientific expertise to free them from the bond, once he’s saved all the vampires from wasting disease.  She is stubborn too, and her brashness covers an Atlas-like sense of responsibility for all that’s wrong with the world. And truly, I’ve never had more fun writing than with this story of these enemies and fated mates wading through the secrets of their past and working together to save the vampire world.

Blood Reunited: Book Three in the Blood Vine Series.

Brooding vampire halfling and biologist Bel Maras is determined to create a cure for the wasting disease that plagues his vampire family. His work becomes essential as the Hunters intensify their global and bloody campaign. When Bel’s cure fails, only his ancient and estranged godmother Uta Ilirije can help. But seeing the ice-cold Uta reveals something shocking–she is his bonded mate. Read the rest of this entry »

If you follow my FB posts, you know I’m buried in commitments. Too many books due. Which leaves me little time to play or chat. That doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention to what you’re talking about. Here’s another chance to let your online friends (and me!) know how your mind works…

If an anonymous benefactor gave you $500 and told you it was yours, so long
as you told no one else you had it, and that you had to spend it in a day,
or even a single purchase, FOR YOURSELF, what would you buy?
It’s blow money. And yours. And you can’t put it against a bill…