Always Cambridge

Always Cambridge
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Wednesday, 26 March 2014

NEW from Nancy Adams - Extinct @Nancyadams_A @Totally_Bound #Erotic #ParanormalRomance #WereShifters


Please welcome back author Nancy Adams featuring her latest release, Extinct...

Here are a few things that helped influence me in the writing of EXTINCT

1.  The idea of Extinct came to me when my husband and I took out kids for a hike along a trail close to Long Beach, Vancouver Island. A huge black sign that read: BEWARE OF THE WOLVES was the spark that spawned the outline for Extinct.

2.  I love the town of Tofino and the Long Beach area so much that I decided to use it as the setting for Extinct.  Seriously, its such a beautiful area if you ever get the chance to go there, go.

3.  While on a trip to London England last April, I was finally able to choose the area for my hero to grow up and live in.  In fact, I grabbed a coffee and walked my ass over to check it out.  

4.  Two of my own dogs (an Akita and a German Shepherd) are the inspiration for my heroins dog, Ruby.  And like Ruby, my own dogs shed all over the place, used leather furniture as a giant chew toy and were/are to damn smart for their own good. And Yes I have on occasion called my dogs Fuzzy-Butt and Fur-face.

5.  Ive spent many hours on Urban Dictionary researching the perfect slang words for my characters…Yeah *grin* thats it, I was researching…or laughing…whatever.

Blurb

Theos sole purpose for the last ninety-eight years was to protect his wolf. That changed the moment he met Drew and the wolf called Mate.

Carrying the soul of an extinct wolf alongside your own isnt easy. Swapping into said wolf is even harder. Ask Theo Greyhes been doing it for ninety-eight years. Yet, after surviving two world wars, witnessing the space race and patiently enduring the eighties, youd think hed have seen it all, but nothing could have prepared him for meeting Tofinos new vet, Drew OBannion and according to the wolf, his mate.

Drew loves her dog, sleeping in and coffee. She also loves being a vet. The main reason behind her accepting the veterinarian practice offered to her from a family friend. Hoping for a slower pace at life Tofino seemed the ideal spot. What she didnt expect was Officer Theo Grey. Theo is tall, dark and drop dead gorgeous, a definite 10 on the wow scale. Regardless of his looks, there is more to Theo, there is her unexpected attraction for him. Its unnerving and completely out of character for her, but she is able to match Theos hungry kiss, for hungry kiss.

With their desire growing at an alarming rate and the threat of an unknown shooter roaming the woods of the coastal town, Theo must face the ultimate decisionlet Drew go for her own safety or claim his mate for all time.


Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of violence and threats of   
                                            non-consensual sex

Excerpt

You want her too,” Tom pointed out.

Well, can you blame me? Look at her.” He swiped his hand down his face. Her scent still clung to his skin. “What man wouldnt want her? Jesus, Ben hasnt stopped talking about her, the guys at the station keep talking about her. Everybody is talking about her. Angus told me she was a looker, but I had no idea she would affect me or the wolf like this.”

Wow, youre really agitated.”

No, Im annoyed.” 

Annoyed because people are looking at her and talking about her?”

Theo rubbed the back of his neck. “No.”

Tom placed his coffee down and sighed. “Youre an idiot.”

Excuse me?”

You know very well that wolves dont pick a mate based on beauty. Theres a deeper connection, its like a psychic link between the two. The wolf is picking up this link, and by your behavior, you are too, you just dont recognize it for what it truly is. Youre thinking too much like a human.”

Thats because I am human.” Theo tugged his cap back on.

You stopped being a normal human the moment the wolf joined with you. You are so much more.”

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Monday, 24 March 2014

New Release : Happy Birthday Baby! by @ToryRichards


Happy Birthday Baby!
by

Tory Richards


Everyone has a birthday, right? I mean, if you dont, then youre probably six-feet under. Personally I like growing older. Age has always just been a number to me. Unlike my sister, whos only a year younger, who celebrated her 29th birthday for several years. She was in denial. How we celebrate our birthdays vary depending on  budget, culture, location, and many other things. Some people dont acknowledge their birthdays at all, while others may only celebrate reaching certain milestones.

Lordy, lordy looks whos forty. My gosh, I can still remember that day as my co-workers decorated my office with black streamers, balloons, and confetti. I had a screen protector over my computer and one clown slipped black paper between it and the monitor so that when I turned it on all I saw was black. Thinking something was wrong with my computer I called IT and spent several minutes on the phone with them before figuring out what the problem was. I found confetti in my desk drawers for months after my birthday.

In Happy Birthday Baby! our heroine is celebrating the milestone of turning fifty, and her friends planned something special for her after a day of pampering.  Below is a blurb and excerpt. Enjoy!


Blurb What better way to spend your fiftieth birthday than with the hot male stripper youve been coveting for months! Proving you can have fun at any age, Happy Birthday Baby! from author Tory Richards is a celebration of life you wont soon forget.


Excerpt :

Joe seemed to reach us in record time. He pulled the man away from me. While they were exchanging heated words, I casually slipped away and headed for the door, praying that Helen and Sandy had taken care of the bill before they left. I didnt stop until I was outside. At the same time, it dawned on me that I didnt have a ride home. Damn! There was no way I was going back inside, so I headed toward the street where I would be able to see beneath the light to make a call.
“Lana, wait.” I heard Joe’s voice and picked up my step, which was hard to do on gravel while wearing heels. He caught up with me in no time, gently taking hold of my arm and drawing me to a halt. “Are you okay?”

I knew we were looking at each other, but it was too dark to see his expression. “Yes. I just need some light to call a cab.”
“You’ve changed your mind about coming home with me?”

“I’m sure you can find a replacement,” I said, thinking about the waitress inside.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked angrily. “What did that asshole tell you?”

“Enough to know you won’t be lonely. I only hope my friends didnt pay you too much to sleep with me.” The hand on my arm tightened, revealing either Id hit a nerve, or he was growing angrier. “Im okay with it, Joe, really. I should have known a man like you would have to be paid for a little, ah, extra special attention.”
“A man like me?” His tone was low and gravelly, and I didn’t need any light to know he was clenching his teeth. “Well, lets go then. I want to make sure I give you their monies worth.”

Surprisingly, I wasnt frightened of Joe. He brought out other emotions in me. So when he began pulling me behind him I didnt protest. He was just too damned sexy, and arousal still hummed through my body. I knew that with his talents hed have me eating out of his hand in seconds. He was a tall man, his steps much wider than mine, and it was inevitable that Id stumble. When I did, he caught me, and pulled me up into his arms without breaking stride.
“This isn’t necessary.” A thrill shot through me in spite of my mild protest. I couldnt recall the last time a man carried me.

He just grunted. When we reached his car, he dropped me to my feet at the passengers side door. I barely had time to notice it was a Corvette before he crushed me against the door and kissed me roughly. Caught totally by surprise, at first, I stiffened, but within seconds, I melted against him like ice cream on a hot sidewalk. Oh my God, the man knew how to kiss! When he reined in his aggressive attack, his mouth turned soft and coaxing, dragging me into a realm of endless erotic possibilities.
I moaned beneath his mouth, and opened my lips inviting his tongue inside. As we explored each others mouths, I was aware his hands had moved from my shoulders down my back to my hips. My body started to move in a writhing, sensuous dance against his, letting him know that I was turned on. The movement of his cock against my lower belly sent my senses spinning out of control. I fought the urge to reach down and touch him. As if guessing what was going through my mind, he reached for my hand and brought it to his zipper. The length and hardness of his shaft caused a stream of volcanic heat to flow through my blood, and thats how I felt, as if I was going to erupt.


Release day 3/24/2014 at Liquid Silver Books, also available for pre-order until then at http://www.lsbooks.com/pre-order-coming-soon-romance-books-c322.php

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Friday, 21 March 2014

#MySexySaturday Decisions and Sacrifice

Welcome to the 41st week of My Sexy Saturday where a bunch of authors get together and share 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or 7 words of a sexy snippet from a WIP or published work. 

This week our topic is all about those difficult decisions and the sacrifices couples sometimes have to make for the ones they love.

I chose this snippet from time-travel erotic romance  
Lost Time.

 Blurb:

Within this frame, his curse is time…

Hannah Keys thinks she’s setting off on the trip of her dreams
a month in England, Wales, Scotland and Irelandbut after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she’s renaming it the vacation from hell.

When Hannah Keys discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist’s masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.

Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.

But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?

Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…


Excerpt: 

 “You seem very moved by the paintin', lass. Almost as if it were real to ya. It was speculated in the documents that I have read… It was believed Lockhart could move outside of the paintin'. Is it true? Have ya seen him, lass?”

 “Yes,” she admitted, no longer caring if he though her crazy, but the warm empathy in his eyes undid her.
 

“I am not one to baulk at things that I do not understand. I’ve seen things in this very hall that I cannot explain. But if ya have broken the curse for Lockhart, by returnin' him home, then allow yourself to feel relief for him that he is in a better place. He should have been dead for at least three hundred and fifty years, lass. You’ve freed his soul to find its rightful resting place. He is finally at peace. Take solace in that.”
 

But now, would she ever find peace? “May I have a moment,” she gulped, not wanting to hear his words. To her, Lockhart had been very much alive only a few hours ago. And he’d never been given the chance to live his life. It was so unfair.
 

He bowed formally. “Of course.” She watched him walk away.
 

Hannah placed her back against the wall and slid down it dejectedly. “Why didn’t you tell me that you would never come out again? Or did you and I was too stupid to understand the consequences?” She sighed. “And here we are—in your home, just as you wanted, and your descendents are here. What happened to ‘There are secrets in the paintin', lass, they’ll know what to do’? You knew that just bringing you back would set you free.” She slammed her elbow against the wall in anger. “I would have stayed with you, you know. I meant it when I said that if I met a man like you that I would stay. I would have made it work somehow even if we’d only been given whatever time you were allowed to be free of the painting. It would have been enough.” She wiped her face.
 

“But maybe Llachlan is right. After so many years of desolation and loneliness, freedom is your reward. And I should not be selfish for I will only have to endure one lifetime without you.” 

She didn’t know how long she sat there before Llachlan stood over her. 
“Come, English, there will be no more cryin’.” He held a hand down to her.
 

She looked at him, shaking her head slightly, remembering Lockhart calling her ‘English’. “It’s Hannah. Hannah Keys,” she said, placing her hand in his and allowing him to pull her to her feet.
 

He grinned. “How appropriate, Miss Keys.”
 

She blinked, swaying forward into his arms, feeling quite dizzy, the tunnel vision returning. “He looked just like you,” she whispered, touching his cheek. Llachlan held that same pulling magnetism that Lockhart had.

“So I’ve been told,” he said, setting her on her feet. He stroked her wet cheek. He backed her against the portrait, his eyes on her lips, as if he might kiss her.


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Monday, 17 March 2014

In Love with the Office Romance? Minding the Boss by @realamandabretz


Please Welcome Amanda Bretz with her brand new release
Minding the Boss...

In Love with the Office Romance

Fluorescent lighting, drab color schemes and industrial furnishings don’t exactly scream sexy, but the office is often touted as fertile ground for a romance, at least the fictional kind, that is.

With movies like Two Weeks Notice, What Women Want and Jerry Maguire it’s clear that people are in love with the thought of an office romance. While the idea is almost universal in its appeal, in real life our pragmatic sides probably warn us that getting involved with a coworker--or our boss--could be disastrous for our careers (not to mention our hearts).

Still, there’s nothing wrong with a little fictional love--and lust-- in the workplace. And that was the inspiration for my latest release Minding the Boss. My short erotic romance focuses on what happens when two people are all alone in the office on a Saturday night.

Here’s the blurb:

What is it about a man in charge?

Rachel Ellis has spent months fantasizing about all the things she'd love to do to her sexy boss Max Drake if given the chance. When the two find themselves alone in the office, on a Saturday night no less, she quickly realizes that all her naughty daydreams are about to come true.

Even though she'll settle for just one night of passion with Max, Rachel finds out that anything is possible when you mind the boss.

I even brought along an excerpt:

I hated that I looked like a bag lady in front of Max. I hated that I’d spilled coffee all over my cube and myself. I hated that I was dabbing at my boobs with his gym towel. I just wanted to crawl under my desk and never come out.

“I’m sorry I’m such a klutz. I-“ whatever else I was going to say next died on my lips when I felt Max’s hands encircle my wrists.

My pulse raced at the nearness of him as he pulled me from my chair and toward his hard body. I closed my eyes when I saw him lower his sensual mouth toward my own. I was dreaming. Despite the copious amounts of caffeine I’d consumed, I’d somehow managed to fall asleep at my desk and I was having a deliciously sexy dream. But when Max’s lips met mine I knew I was wide awake.

His tongue plunged into my mouth and licked and explored. I inhaled his rich scent. The cologne I’d admired for so many months filled my nostrils with its hints of musk and timber. Max released his hold on my wrists and cradled my face between his strong hands.

“Follow me,” he commanded as he let go of my face and stepped out of my cubicle.

I followed him through the maze of gray cubicles, his towering form rising high above the four foot tall partitions. We walked the short distance to his office. When we reached the closed door of his private quarters, he unlocked it and grabbed me the moment I stepped across the threshold.

The overhead lights, which were motion activated, flickered to life just as I tried to adjust my eyes to the dark surroundings. Max's spacious office was flooded with light and my eyes instantly went to the massive mahogany desk in the center of the room. It was a piece of furniture I'd dreamt of laying naked across as my hunky boss ravaged me. A chill went through me when I realized my sexy fantasy was more than likely about to come true.

My tawdry musings were interrupted when Max sank all ten of his fingers into the hair gathered at my nape. He tugged gently a few times and my messy bun dissolved in his powerful hands. He wound my long brown hair around his fist until my head was jerked back from the tension. He forced me to look into his eyes. Their irises, as deep blue as the Pacific, seemed to penetrate my soul.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he told me before he placed a searing kiss on my lips.

Where to buy Minding the Boss: Amazon US and Amazon UK and Amazon.ca

About the Author: 

In addition to being an author of contemporary, historical and erotic romance, Amanda Bretz holds a degree in communication from Florida Gulf Coast University in Fort Myers, Florida. She is a multi-published author of several books and short stories and has worked as a journalist in both print and online news. Amanda writes romantic stories with a happy ending and invites readers to experience the rush of falling in love.

When not writing, Amanda can be found whipping up something delectable in her kitchen, spending time in nature or getting lost in a good book.

She resides in historic Saint Charles, Missouri, with her husband, Brandon.

Find Amanda online:
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Friday, 14 March 2014

#MySexySaturday The Power of Love - A snip from #Highlander #historical #romance The Devil Take You

Welcome to the 40th week of My Sexy Saturday where a bunch of authors get together and share 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or 7 words of a sexy snippet from a WIP or published work. 

First I'd like to send thoughts and blessings to Lynn our My Sexy Saturday host and leader. 

This week Lynn is facing some real-life obstacles and has requested excerpts that illustrate the love between between two people when the sexy fails.

I've selected a snip from historical romance, The Devil Take You

Excerpt: 

“Dinna utter his name again.” Gard wound his hands into her soft damp hair.

“Ye gave me the strength and the weapon and the skill. I did wha’ ye taught me. I was brave enough ta do it, Gard. Because o’ you. I wouldna have been able ta do such a thing back at Ross-shire. Ye have saved my life this day.”

Brae unlaced his shirt. He kept his eyes closed, afraid she’d stop if he looked at her. He’d seen she was on the verge of tears.

“Touch me,” she begged. “Let me feel yor touch.”

Finally, he opened his eyes meeting hers. He had been afraid she would never want a man’s touch again. She took his hand, placing it at her waist; she moved it up over her ribs, forcing him to caress her until his thumb slid up the underside of her breast. She lifted herself onto her tiptoes, her mouth just inches from his. “I need ta feel ya, Gard. Please erase it fer both o’ us. I want ta smell ye on me. I want ta feel yor sweat on my skin. I want ta see only you. Feel only you. Hear only you. Taste only you.” She kissed his lips, wrapping her arms around him; she pulled him closer, pushing his shirt from his shoulders. He lowered her carefully to her back, following her lead. He made slow gentle love to her, branding her with his lips and body in an attempt to make them both forget.

Brae lay underneath his panting body, as he surged into her one last time. “I willna let ye go one year add a day. Ye are mine,” he breathed heavily. “Fer all time.”

“For as long as love shall last,” she whispered, closing her eyes against the hot tears that followed.


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Thursday, 13 March 2014

Welcome L M Somerton & Rasputin's Kiss @lmsomerton @Totally_Bound #Giveaway


 Please Welcome L M Somerton...

 Hi HK,

Thanks so much for having me on your blog to introduce my latest release, Rasputin’s Kiss. Even though I’ve published several other books, this was actually the first story I ever wrote, so it’s very close to my heart.

So why name a serial killer Rasputin? Well, I toyed with a lot of options, but I wanted a clichéd nickname that the tabloid press might use. The only association with the real Rasputin is the notion of a monk wearing a hood, just the kind of tenuous connection the media often produce.

Actually, much of Grigori Rasputin’s life is shrouded in myth, but history paints the picture of a “mad monk” who steered Russia toward chaos. Rasputin began his career as a populist holy man and was known to preach a religious doctrine arguing that true salvation was only possible through indulgence in sin. His reputation as a faith healer eventually saw him summoned to the court of Czar Nicholas II, where he ingratiated himself to Czarina Alexandra Feodorovna after helping her hemophiliac son recover from an injury.

By 1911 Rasputin had secured himself a place as the czarina’s closest advisor. He then began using his influence to appoint incompetent and crooked officials while also indulging in drink and perverse sexual appetites. It’s the latter trait rather than a monk’s hood that makes the name appropriate for this story!

Investigating Love - Series Blurb

Being thrown together in extreme circumstances is not the best foundation for a relationship. Alex and Conor must juggle the demands of their jobs as police detectives with their personal lives. With Alex as demanding in the bedroom as he is at work, will Conor be able to accept that submission is not weakness.
Finding out will be the most important investigation of their lives.


Rasputin’s Kiss - Book Blurb:


Rasputin’s kiss is lethal. He’s a ghost – killing and disappearing into the night. With few leads and four bodies on his conscience, Detective Inspector Alex Courtney and his team are running on empty and it’s only a matter of time before Rasputin strikes again.
 

When Alex recruits a young detective to play the part of his boyfriend and provide a tempting target for a killer, he knows he is taking a huge risk. He doesn’t expect Conor Trethuan to be a perfect potential submissive. When their mutual attraction becomes more, Alex has to face the conflict between his possessive instincts and the need to push his young lover into danger.
 

Investigating their feelings has to come second to investigating the case. There’s no time to decide if what they feel for each other is real. With Rasputin closing in, they may not live to find out.




Excerpt:

They walked in companionable silence to a small Italian restaurant just around the corner from the station and sat at a table next to the window. The whole place was a cliché, with red and white checked tablecloths, candles in old Chianti bottles coated with solidified drips of wax and laminated menus that had seen better days. The atmosphere was warm and friendly, though, and the whole place smelt of herbs and spices.

A short, rotund man bustled over and greeted Alex like a long-lost member of his family. After effusive introductions that seemed to include most of the staff and half the customers in the restaurant, fresh bread with aromatic olive oil was left to tide them over while their food was prepared. Alex ordered for both of them, watching Conor as he did. The overt act of dominance made Conor smile wryly. He wondered if Alex had expected him to be annoyed. A brief look of satisfaction crossed Alex’s face and that gave Conor his answer. Conor dipped a piece of warm bread in oil and held it to his mouth, allowing the slick liquid to spread across his lips. He took a bite then slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip, chasing a stray drop of oil. Alex’s eyes widened and a hint of colour bloomed on his cheeks. Conor smiled innocently.

I think I have a wolf in sheep’s clothing here, Alex thought to himself. Well, an enthusiastic pup anyway. He could imagine smearing that oil in all kinds of interesting places. It was a delight to watch Conor eat. He twirled his linguine expertly, complimented the chef politely and smiled shyly at the waitress who couldn’t take her eyes off him. He didn’t encourage her any more, though, and Alex was secretly pleased about that. He bristled at the sight of other people casting flirtatious looks at Conor. Unfortunately that seemed to happen when anyone noticed him. Conor drew admiring glances from every woman in the place, and jealous ones from the men they were with. Alex wanted to growl at them, make it clear that Conor was not available, and maybe put a paper bag over Conor’s head so that everyone would stop lusting after him. Still Conor seemed comfortable in his company and was attentive. He wasn’t distracted by any of the attention—in fact he seemed completely oblivious to it.

An hour, and a pleasantly full stomach, later Alex decided it was time to let his latest recruit know what he was really in for. Alex wasn’t looking forward to confessing, but it had to be done. Both he and Conor had stuck to mineral water with their meals so he couldn’t take advantage of senses dulled by alcohol, which might have made things easier. Now they sat with tiny cups of rich, dark espresso in front of them and there were no more excuses or distractions. Alex took a deep breath and tried to focus on what he needed to say. Okay maybe there was still a distraction—a beautiful, dark-haired one sitting just across the table. Alex lost his train of thought as he admired the snug fit of Conor’s shirt, which effectively demonstrated a nicely tapered torso. How did the man manage to make a simple blue shirt look so fucking sexy? Maybe it was the open collar that displayed his graceful neck, or the rolled up sleeves that revealed smooth, toned forearms? The leather strap of his watch could so easily be a cuff, buckled tightly…
© L M Somerton 
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Author bio:

L M Somerton lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

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