Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Surprise Spotlight ~ The Last of His Kind by Doris O'Connor

I love surprises, so I'm passing on the fun of having a surprise spotlight.  My fellow authors don't know I'm spotlighting them. Surprise!





Naughty Fairy Tales

What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog? You take him home and nurse him back to health, of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, than so much the better, right?

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell, he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?


Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, abuse of heroine.

Excerpt:
"Well, for starters I haven't got any clothes." He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he'd used to cover his arousal. "Of course if you don't mind, then let's go."
"Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You'll do someone an injury with…with that."
She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.
****
Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God's gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men's cocks had a mind of their own. It didn't mean he would rip her clothes off. She'd never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.
"Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?" His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn't move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.
"I asked you a question, ceannbeag." The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn't move.
He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.
"Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you." He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. "Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.
"If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now." His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. "If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you're mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn't even imagine."
Oh good God. I'm doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.
"Do I get a safe word?" She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he'd barely touched her.
"Pick one."
"Nessie."
 
 

Monday, October 29, 2012

NEWS ~ Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1


My BDSM Series of short stories, Dark Tales Diaries, has found a home with Evernight Publishing and their Romance on the Go line. The contract has been signed for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1.  More information to come, as we move forward into the life of Tristan Blackthorn as he uses Blackthorn Publishing to manage his obsession of finding his lost love somewhere within the erotic tales of others.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

TRS Spookapalooza


I will be giving away one PDF copy of Her Accidental Lover



Workaholic. That pretty much summed up Sloan Parker. That, and the fact she’d given up on men, scoffed at the idea of fate, and laughed at the term Happily Ever After. But when she received a misplaced text from someone named Flyboy23, she threw caution to the wind and answered him.
One steamy text led to another, and another…. Making Flyboy23 her accidental lover.


“Um, Evan? Do you think maybe you went just a little bit overboard with your breakfast order?”
            “We are going to need all this food for energy, because I intend to make love to you for the next two days.”
            “Oh you do, do you?”
            “Yes I do!” he hooted.
            I giggled and walked over to the silver cart to find bottles of sparkling water with a small tray of fresh cut lemons, Coke, orange juice, and milk. I lifted the lid off a serving tray to find,,,
            “An entire chocolate cake?”
            “You said it was your favorite,” he replied.
            I shook my head. Beneath the other domed tray were piles of pancakes, eggs, bacon, butter syrup, strawberries, and whip cream.
            We had our breakfast out on the terrace, basking in the glorious Arizona sun. Evan looked amused when I took a bite of the gooey, syrup-filled pancakes.
            “What?” I asked.
            He held out his hand for mine.
            I took his hand, got up, and he pulled me onto his lap.
            His tongue licked the line of my lips. “Tastes good,” he murmured. Then Evan took his fork, cut off a piece of his pancake, dipped it into a puddle of syrup on his plate, and raised it to my lips.
            “I shouldn’t. As much as I love them, they are fattening.”
            “Stop it. You are a goddess. Now open your mouth.”
            I opened for him.
            Evan inserted the pancake-covered fork.
            I closed my lips around the utensil.
            He pulled the fork from my mouth. “Holy shit, that’s sexy,” he said. “I love to watch you eat.”
            We took turns feeding each other until we were done. Then Evan tangled his hands into my hair, gently swiped it away, exposing the soft flesh of my throat to the sun. He walked his fingers down my neck, dipped his hand inside my gaping robe, and fondled a pert nipple.
            I shivered and chilled, sitting out on the sun-filled terrace where we made out quite unapologetically.
            After a while, Evan carried me inside, and shut the terrace door. He pulled the curtains closed, laid me down on the lounger, and said, “Take off the robe.”
            I complied. Untying it, I raised my leg and placed my foot to his bare chest. I twirled my toes through his chest hair then slid them down his stomach, stopping at his waist.
            When my foot pressed against his crotch, he groaned.
            I dropped the belt to the robe onto the floor, lowered my foot, and sat up on the lounger. I slid my hand over my left shoulder and moved back the material, exposing one bare breast.
            Evan reached out and tugged. The robe was gone.
            I raised my arms to cover myself. 
            “Move your hands,” he said. 
            I dropped them to my sides. “Is this good?” I asked.
            Evan’s tongue slicked out over his lips. He tilted his head. “Oh yes, very good,” he said. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down over his muscular thighs. He stepped on the bottom edge of one pant leg and yanked them off. Commando. His penis was erect and fabulous.
            “Is that for me?” I asked.
            “It is.”
            “It’s gorgeous.”
            “Really?” he asked. His voice was deep and tantalizing.
            “Oh yes, really.” I replied. “Evan?”
            “What, goddess?”
            “I want you to watch me. Would you like that?”
            “Do you even have to ask? Hell, yes.”
            I licked my fingers, circled the wet tips around my areolas, and then pinched my hard nipples. I kept my left hand on my left breast. My other hand meandered down my chest, over my ribs, and down my stomach. I inserted two of my fingers between my lower lips and rubbed.
            Evan stroke himself as he watched me.
            I spread my legs, fingering myself. I then arched my back and groaned Evan’s name.
            “Don’t come yet,” Evan said.
            “I want you.” I breathed.
            Evan took two steps forward.
            I looked up at him, sat up, and took him into my mouth.
            He groaned.
            The sound hit my clit dead center. I moaned as I sucked him, and the vibration of my own voice while his hard cock filled my mouth was like shock waves through my body. The sensation made my sex clinch like the closing of an iron fist.           
            “Damn. Don’t stop,” he said.
            I took him all the way down my throat, sucking until I felt the warmth of him fill my mouth.
            Evan stood quiet for a moment, looking at me like I was the answer to every prayer he ever had. He ran his fingertips over the swell of my bottom lip. The softness of his touch soothed the tingle. “Lean back for me, goddess.”
            I sprawled across the lounger. “Touch me, Evan.”
            His mouth started at my neck. He dined at my breasts. He thoroughly touched, licked, and sucked my nipples. He stroked my belly then between my legs. Two fingers dipped inside of my wet pussy.
            “Mmm…” I moaned.
            Evan curved his fingers.
            I shook with a familiar burn.
            The heel of his hand pressed against my clitoris, his fingers inside of me tapping my pleasure spot.
            I rode his hand. “Evan….”
            Evan kissed me deep, taking my breath into him as his tongue tangled with mine.
            I came during our kiss, my slick body gliding upon on his fingers then rippling around his digits.
            His hot breath blew across my breasts. “Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His dick collided against my hip.
            I smiled.
            “You do this to me,” he said, glancing down at his raging hard-on. “Can I make love to you?”
            “Oh, yes,” I assured.
            He slid himself between my thighs.








Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Surprise Spotlight Park and Ride by Alexandra O'Hurley


Surprise Spotlight, where I'm spotlighting one of my fellow author’s work. They don’t know I’m doing this. SURPRISE!
 
 
Park and Ride by Alexandra O'Hurley





A late night trek on a lonely stretch of highway gets Kellee yawning…that is until a hot stranger in a sports car catches up and begins to give her a naughty show.  Enthralled, she can’t take her eyes off the dirty things he does, her eyes glued to his body more than the road.

When he points to a rest stop sign, she knows she’s at an impasse…keep on driving for home, or take a ride on the wild side?  Should she take a chance for one wild, hot night?

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, public exhibition, sex toys, anal play.

Excerpt:
From her height in the SUV, she could see into the interior, and saw a man alone at the steering wheel.  She could not see his face, only from his massive chest down to the tops of his jeans clad thighs.  He had no shirt on and she clearly saw the deep ridges of his chiseled abs from her vantage point.  His thick, muscled hand rubbed his stomach before moving lower, to his silver belt buckle.  
Hello!  He is perfectly built.  A girl’s wet dream. So, he’s not a killer, just a pervert.  My kind of man.
He slowly undid the buckle with one hand and pulled open the clasp.  Button undone, she could see his cock beneath the heavy denim start to come to life, thickening and spreading the material taut.  Her own fingers fisted at the sight of his apparent length.  A man like that was hard to find and she’d been lucky enough to stumble across him.
His long fingers reached for the zipper and grabbed the clasp, pulling the mechanism down slowly, inch by inch.  She could almost hear the swoosh of the sound in her head as her panties dampened from the lusty scene beside her.
Eyes back on the road, she swerved slightly as she realized she was coasting close to his car.  She returned her gaze as quickly as possible to the scene beside her, not able to stop watching the man’s deliciously naughty performance for more than a few seconds.
His broad, tanned hand slid under the waistband of his dark boxer briefs and he began to touch himself, not allowing her a glimpse of the flesh he obviously stroked beneath the soft jersey. She felt her own clit thicken; the electric pulses running through the nub of flesh forced her to emit a soft moan in response. Her tight pencil skirt prevented her from fondling herself in return, though she ached to follow his lead.
Two white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel, she watched in utter fascination as the stranger pumped his own cock, just out of her view.  She looked up again, correcting her course, and when she looked back, the thick head of his cock was finally visible above the waistband.  The broad tip hinted at an incredibly thick shaft and a shot of longing speared through her.  He raised his hips momentarily and pulled his jeans down just a few inches, so they rode his narrow hips.
The stranger returned his hand to his groin, rubbing his erection through his boxers before pulling them down a few inches as well, allowing his cock to jump from the space.  It was glorious, long enough to entice, thick enough to spread a woman’s pussy wide upon entry.  A nest of dark curls surrounded the base and traveled up to his navel, tapering off in the ascent. More juices collected in her panties at the sight of one of the hottest cocks she’d ever seen.
Kellee licked her lips, swiping her tongue over the dried flesh, her mouth watering to taste the stiff shaft he now held in his hand.  She lifted her hips and tried to pull her skirt up to her waist to no avail.  She lost speed and nearly sideswiped his car in the attempt.  Stuck watching the sexy man jerk off with no ability to surrender to the same caresses from her own fingers was a torture no woman should have to endure.
His hand confidently stroked up and down his shaft. He knew exactly what he liked, and when he pinched the thick head, she imagined a pearl of fluid rose from the tip.  She licked her lips once more, enamored with the idea of tasting the salty cum, wondering what flavor it was.  In between heaven and hell, she watched as his muscled arm rose up and down, working his dick in practiced strokes.  His hips began pumping in time with the movement and she knew that his release was nearing.
Kellee’s heart dipped, for as soon as he was done, she was sure he would race away, leaving her to travel the next hour, alone once more, battling her racing heart and needing the relief of her fingers plunging into her wet pussy.  But just as she thought she would see a wide arc of cum spread across his tanned abdomen, he stopped his movements, pinching the tip of his cock.
She caught her breath, as if she could will him to stop, to stay with her and play some more.  Her eyes returned to the road and then back to him.  Both his hands were on the wheel as his cock lay flat against his navel, still hard.  She could see his rapid breaths and knew he was attempting to quiet his raging heart and hold back his inevitable release.  Kellee felt the ache in her pussy and needed him to return to motion, move his sexy hand along his large cock once more.
A mile passed with no more.  Another.  The light remained on, he remained at her side, but nothing.  Was this another torture?  She bit back the desire to honk her horn, try to sideswipe his car, anything that would stir him into performing for her.  Sweat formed at her brow from simple need.  She needed him to continue as much as she needed her next breath.

Monday, October 22, 2012

In The Authors Spotlight ~ Michaela Rhua

BIO:

Michaela Rhua is a doctor's wife who lives life at odd hours depending on when her husband is on call. She had been known to be up and about at 2 am working on her next erotic tale.
She has three teenage children; twin boys aged seventeen and a daughter aged 15, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling on the train into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.


When the blood moon coincides with Halloween, the forces of darkness unite to wreak their evil spells. Will this All Hallows Eve bring joy or sorrow? Curses abound and destiny calls, as a vampire watches over his human. Devils atone to the moon, and shifters hunt their mate on land protected by a powerful white witch. An angel takes human shape to protect the gypsy girl he loves, and a black widow hunts her prey in human form.
In these five chilling and sexy tales, is love enough to break the cycle? Or is all lost under the orange glow of the menacing sphere in the sky?




Here's a tantalizing taste of Michaela's story:


He must be an early riser. His deep, rumbling voice, which hummed a few chords of an unknown song, made her smile to herself. She was unsure of what to do. Usually no one was awake this early, so she had the cabin to herself, but with him there she hesitated. Get over yourself! She walked quietly to the next cubicle, but as she did so, his door opened slowly. Water continued to fall. He may not have locked the door properly. She put her head down trying not to look, but as his cubicle came into view, she could not help but glance in his direction.
The sight was mesmerizing. Strong, long legs led to a tight ass. His waist was small but then broadened upwards to wide shoulders. As he scrubbed his head, his back muscles tightened and relaxed with the movement of his muscular arms. She stopped, just drinking in the sight. Then he turned, and she gasped. Nali covered her mouth to avoid him hearing her there. He stood in the shower with his eyes closed against the soapy suds. Her gaze followed the slow trail of suds downwards as they travelled over the toned torso, over his shaped stomach muscles to his relaxed cock, which still looked unbelievably thick and long. She wondered how large it would be when erect and how it would feel as it slid into her. He flicked his head as fresh water fell, cleaning the soap.

Buy Links:

Place to find Michaela Rhua

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Surprise Spotlight!

Along with writing, I’m an avid reader, and fan of many authors from many different genres.  I’m also lucky enough to be included in with a group of talented authors from Evernight Publishing. I’ve decided to add a new feature to my blog called, Surprise Spotlight, where I will spotlight one of my fellow author’s work. They don’t know I’m doing this, thus, SURPRISE!
This week in the surprise spotlight is Author Marie Medina and her contribution to the Romance on the Go Line, Moon Eyes.


Abby plans an intimate surprise party for her friend Jeffrey, hoping their friendship is about to blossom into something more. She didn’t plan on almost being attacked by a black panther at his cabin, but when Jeffrey comes to her rescue at the last moment, she doesn’t question the good luck or the heightened emotions that land her in his arms that night.
But when she wants to call the authorities, he informs her that she has nothing to fear because the beast that frightened her is actually the man who just spent a whole night making love to her. Can she believe this amazing story? And if so, does this sexy beast only want her body, or has he cast his eyes on her heart as well?

Excerpt:
When he didn’t say anything, she focused on him, pushing the drink away. His bare chest proved a distraction as she waited from him to speak. She found herself admiring the lines of his muscles and the fine dusting of brown hair on his chest. She’d always found him attractive, but why was seeing him shirtless turning her on so much? Maybe it was residual fear, her need to cling to him as a masculine protector or something.

She lifted her eyes to his and found desire there, a need that mirrored the one building inside of her. Why was he turned on? Had she been staring at his chest so long she’d made her thoughts that obvious? His hand slid across the table to grasp hers, and this time his touch sent a jolt through her.

“I’d send you home, but you’re so shaken you might have a wreck, and I’d never forgive myself.”

His hand caressed hers, and soon his fingers moved up her arm.

“Why would you send me home?” she asked. The growing heat in her pussy told her she’d jump him any second if he kept touching her, but that couldn’t be it. Could it?

“Because I’m not sure if you truly want what’s about to happen.”

She touched the hand on her arm and squeezed it for a moment before she stood. Standing didn’t last long because Jeffrey pulled her toward him and made her straddle his lap. Her hands landed on his shoulders but soon moved down his chest. He smelled so good and felt even better. She shifted a little, rubbing her core over his cock, which was hard beneath her. He was big and thick, and her pussy grew wet as she rocked on top of him.

He held her waist and made her stop moving. “Just answer this, Abby.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, and she almost cursed his hesitation out loud. She’d never been so horny in her life, and she didn’t care if it was the result of being scared. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to fuck her.

“You wanted to give me a party because you like me, right?” he finally asked.

The question surprised her, but her arousal had dissolved all of her defenses. “God, Jeffrey, I’m crazy about you. You’re funny and smart, and I always thought you were handsome.” She paused to take a breath, moving her hands over his chest again. “If I’d known you were this hot I might have built up my courage sooner.”

A smile spread over his lips. “Perhaps I should have built my courage up sooner.” One of his hands moved up to her cheek.

She tried to move forward for a kiss, but he stopped her.

“And one more question.” His thumb stroked her bottom lip. “What do you want?”

She couldn’t restrain herself any longer. Couldn’t he feel the power building between them? “I want you inside me.”

He pulled her face closer and crushed her mouth with his. The rough embrace made her moan, and she began to rock against him again. His kiss intoxicated her and made her feel dizzy. She started to protest when he broke from her lips, but his mouth trailed down her neck and his fingers made short work of the buttons on her shirt. He jerked it off of her and unclasped her bra in no time.

She cried out when he licked one of her nipples and then drew it into his mouth. She tangled her fingers in his rich brown hair, leaning forward to breathe in more of his scent. God, no man had ever smelled so good.  His grip on her tightened, as if her actions had turned him on. She nibbled on his ear and took another deep breath. He slid his hands under her ass and stood, carrying her out of the kitchen and through the hall to the bedroom. He barely had her on the mattress before he began unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. The jeans and her thong were on the floor soon enough, and then his mouth was all over her. He kissed a trail up her thigh and then circled his tongue around her clit.


EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

New Cover Art!

I really can't say enough good things about Sour Cherry Designs, so I'll let my new cover for The Good Sister (Part Two) speak for itself!


The Good Sister (Part Two) is the completion of Trinity's story, and will be released in November, 2012 by Evernight Publishing.

Monday, October 15, 2012

NOR Full Moon Halloween Scavenger Hunt





Welcome to my part of the Night Owl Reviews
Full Moon Halloween Scavenger Hunt. 

I will be giving away all four e-books in The Heart Of Winter series to a lucky winner!

Enchanted, book 1

Can love withstand the test of time?
Winter never truly understood love, nor did she have time for men until she met Austin Wells Carlyle.  He was the man who would rock her world to its foundations.  He would test her notions, give her something to believe in, and change her misguided thoughts regarding happily ever after. Strangely, she was going to allow him be the one thing she never believed in—her soul mate.




Requiem, book 2
For Winter Shae Perri there is only one man meant for her, Austin Carlyle.  That is, until their fairy tale life is shattered the night before they are to be married. 
Winter retreats deep within herself, hiding behind her romance novels, until sixteen years later she is startled to life by none other than Hollywood heartthrob, Cayden Cain. 
Cayden will have her questioning reality, because when she looks at him, she sees the face of Austin looking back at her.



Revelation, book 3
Winter’s reclusive life as a romance writer begins to collide with Cayden’s larger-than-life world.  Cayden Cain, Hollywood’s hottest heartthrob, is someone who is unattainable in many ways.  The odds of a real relationship with him are astronomical. 
Besides the pesky paparazzi that are hell-bent on exposing pieces of her once private life, there is so much more conspiring against Winter and Cayden.  She cannot survive in his world, and he simply cannot walk in hers.   But everything will change when she discovers their worlds have always been connected, forever tied together by fate, by destiny, by unbreakable love.


Eternal, book 4
Romance writer Winter Wells has found her new life with Hollywood Hottie, Cayden Cain, a blessing and a curse.  He is the blessing.  His career is the curse.  Involved in an unprecedented web of strange events, and wound in a string of lies about to break with devastating consequences, Winter must battle ghosts from her past that threaten to harm Cayden. 
Faced with a choice she always knew would be inevitable, can the fairy tale of their relationship beat out the odds of their reality and really come true?
 



Sunday, October 14, 2012

SCI-FI YOU SAY?

SCI-Fi Series DEF CON 9 COMING SOON!


Original artwork, drawn by Todd Smith!

DEF CON 9 will be a Self-Published, continuing series, that will take the readers on a journey into the making of An Interstellar Defense Council.  Myself and B. Knight will be starting the series with a Novella, DEF CON 9: The Beginning.

To my fans of romance, give this series a try.  Along with the wild characters, new worlds, and totally bad-ass heros, I assure you there will be a romatic element in each book.

As part of the uniqueness to this series, we will feature talented artists with original artwork on each book cover, as well use awesome new bands to feature one of their songs on the book trailers.

DEF CON 9: The Beginning is featuring original art by Todd Smith, and an head banging song from The Butcher's Blade called Retaliation!

More information will be coming as the book trailer arrives, and the date for publication nears.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

London's Winners ~ Evernight Publishing B-Day Hop



I want to thank everyone who participated in the Evernight Publishing Birthday Blog Hop this year.  Your support to Evernight Publishing and to all the EP authors is truly appreciated.  I had so many commenter's this year I decided to make a change.  For my part, instead of only one giveaway, I will do 3 giveaways.  Again a HUGE thanks to everyone to stopped by my blog, and left their comments!

The Winners picked at random for my books from London's Scribbles are:
 
1.       Kathryn Anne Merkel  drainbamaged.gyzmo at gmail.com  
Enchanted.  Book 1 in The Heart Of Winter series.  A PDF copy will be emailed to you! Congratulations!
2.       Rhonda D   slinkydennis @ yahoo.com        
Requiem.  Book 2 in The Heart Of Winter series.  A PDF copy will be emailed to you!  Congratulations!
3.       Jean   Skpetal @ hotmail.com    
The Good Sister: Part One.  A PDF willl be emailed to you! Congratulations!

For a limited time you can buy all of my titles as well as all EP titles for 50% off at ARe

Again thank you.  And keep checking in on my blog for some great author spotlights, and more super hops and giveaways to come!

XoXo
London Saint James

Monday, October 8, 2012

Evernight Publishing Birthday Blog Hop!


Welcome to the Evernight Publishing birthday blog hop!

Evernight Publishing opened its doors two years ago. In those two years we’ve signed over one hundred and sixty authors and published over three hundred books. From paranormal to contemporary, we’ve had more best sellers than we can count and made thousands of people smile, sigh and gasp. So, as a thank you to all our readers and everyone who has supported us, we’re holding this blog hop and we have a whole lot of prizes to offer you.

Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each author on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering the following grand prizes, a Kindle, a $100 Amazon gift certificate, two Evernight swag bags (which includes a tote, a tee, vouchers, a mug and other coolness) and a personalized Facebook banner. To be in with a chance of winning the author prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning a grand prize! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/#!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so.

Good luck and happy hopping!


WELCOME to my blog, London's Scribbles. I'm giving away one book (PDF) - your choice. Make sure you leave me a comment so I know which book you are interest in, and an email where you can be reached. And if you don't follow my blog, I would love to have you as a new follower.








Below you will find the list of all the other authors in the blog hop, so hop, hop, hop, and good luck!









Lady of Thorns by Nicola M. Cameron

Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Lady of Thorns is the third book in a series that was never supposed to be a series. I’ve ...