Wednesday, December 9, 2015

#BookBlast - Both Sides Now

Both Sides Now
by Megan Slayer

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GENRE: Erotic, M/M, LGBT, Contemporary

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Can the geeky teacher moonlighting as a rock and roll metal god find the one man to see both

Ever since Michael Jepsen walked into Cedarwood Elementary and spotted Niall Grayson, he’s

been hooked. He wants to explore every inch of the sexy third grade teacher in all sorts of hot

ways. But Michael has a secret—during the summer months, he morphs into his alter ego,

Bandit, and rocks stages all across the country. Can he keep his job at the school, while living

the rock and roll lifestyle and snag the man of his dreams?

Niall Grayson never thought he’d catch Michael’s eye. Becoming more than good friends never

crossed his mind. He’s not good at letting people into his private life and he prefers to keep his

heart guarded, but something about Michael makes him want to open up. Will he be able to

accept the different facets of Michael or will the relationship fail before it gets started?

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EXCERPT


He debated what to say. Be honest and screw things up now? Or just keep his mouth shut?

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll pester it out of you.” Michael munched on his slice of pizza. “Is it a kid?

Oh boy… “I’m not afraid of being alone. I get I’m a geeky guy who talks football and stats. I like

my comic books and superhero movies. I know my limits, and I’m not the kind of guy who hooks

the hot man. I don’t understand why you’re interested in me.” There. He’d been honest. “I’m not

sure what you expect. If you want a quickie or a one-night, I’m not sure it’ll work. Let me know

now so I can deal accordingly.” He gripped the plate so tight the edge ripped.

“You cut right to the chase once you open up.” He moved the plate to the glass-top coffee table.

“I’m not a ‘couple of dates, a fuck, and it’s over’ kind of guy. If I say I like you, it’s because I’m

“Oh.” He wasn’t sure what to think.

“Now.” Michael took the plate from Niall and scooted closer on the couch. “About that

confidence issue.” He curled his fingers under Niall’s chin. “I like comic-book movies and

Michael placed his thumb over Niall’s lips. “It’s been hard sharing a hallway with you.” His knees

brushed against Niall’s, and his breath warmed Niall’s cheeks. “We were friends and I knew you

weren’t interested in becoming more because of our jobs, but it was difficult. I wanted to spend

time with you doing more than talking about school. You’re very sexy.”

“In a geeky way,” he said around Michael’s thumb. He sucked Michael’s thumb into his mouth.

Maybe if he redirected Michael, they’d stop talking about his lack of self-confidence and get

down to what he knew Michael wanted—sex.

“You’re teasing me.” Michael eased his thumb from between Niall’s lips. “You’re dangerous. You

almost made me forget what I wanted to say.”

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When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot

tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Javier, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a

tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from

school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The

cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always needs them. So be nice

to Javier or he will bite--on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Loose ID

Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, Totally Bound

Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press and Decadent Publishing.

Megan’s site: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm

Megan’s blog: http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com

Megan’s Fan page! facebook.com/wendizwaduk.meganslayer

Megan on Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Megan-Slayer/e/B008BJCFSC

Megan on Tsu! https://www.tsu.co/MeganSlayer

Megan on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5330530.Megan_Slayer

Megan on Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/MeganSlayer

AuthorGraph: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/MeganSlayer

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

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a hand beaded bracelet and signed swag by the author to a randomly drawn winner via

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Tuesday, December 8, 2015

#BookBlast - Mated with the Cyborg

Mated with the Cyborg

by Cara Bristol


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Kai Andros’s orders were simple. Get in. Gather the intel on the terrorist organization. Get out.

Then he met her. Mariska. Beautiful. Innocent. Ignorant of her father’s atrocities. And marked for

His orders said nothing about saving her. But he did. He went off-mission.

Can a rogue cyborg outrun both Cyber Operations and the terrorists to save the woman he

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EXCERPTS (Please choose only ONE to use with your post):

Mariska’s dress dragged along the metal floor as she headed for the general’s receiving room.

People glanced at R981, but the android could have been alone for all the notice they paid her.

Her veil seemed to render her invisible.

If only she could truly disappear. Years had passed since the last summons. Why had her father

called her? Nervousness slickened her palms, and she had to concentrate to avoid wiping them

and leaving a telltale stain on her clothing. The only thing worse than being afraid was showing

it. At least her voluminous skirt hid her wobbling knees. Outside her father’s fortified

headquarters, she halted and took a deep breath. I can do this. I can do this.

“You are nervous,” stated R981 in his stilted, but gravelly voice. No other android had vocals

like his. His rumbling tone vibrated through her in a most disturbing way.

“No, I’m not,” she quickly refuted. Fear was a flaw. Flaws were punished. Although R981 was

assigned to her, he had been programmed to report misbehavior and anomalies to her father.

The solid black orbs of his robotic eyes blinked once. “I detect pupil constriction, increased

perspiration and respiration, which indicate fear.”

“I believe you are mistaken and require a full diagnostic. How long has it been since your last

“I am a new model entered into service five weeks ago. I do not require maintenance for another

She needed to shore up her courage, but R981 pulled open the door, making it clear he served

her father. Just like the other droids.

Her father pushed back his chair and patted Janai’s head before rounding on Mariska.

She dropped her gaze to the floor. Her stomach was already there. Show no fear. Show no fear.

She attempted to rise, but her feet tangled in her skirt. R981’s arm shot out as if to keep her

“What are you doing?” Obido glared at the android.

“I am performing my duty and assisting her,” he replied.

“Your duty is to report to me.” Her father confirmed what she’d suspected.

It sounded like R981 was arguing. The general must have thought too also, because his eyes

narrowed on the android, but then he jerked his attention back to her. “Remove your scarf.”

No one had seen her face since she was a child teased to tears by her siblings. It had been a

relief to be ordered to wear the veil to spare the sensibilities of others and escape their horrified

looks. While bathing, she avoided the reflection glass and its taunting reminder of her ugliness.

Stomach clenching into a hard knot, she released the opaque fabric from one side of her

 Her father grimaced, and Janai, who’d never seen her naked face, gasped.

 Mariska held her head high and stared straight ahead.

HOLY HELL! KAI Andros almost fell over.  This was what Lamis-Odg considered deformed,

ugly? Fortunately, his black contact lenses concealed most of his shock.  Intel intercepted by

Cyber Operations had reported the fifth daughter of one of the most infamous terrorists had a

“significant facial defect.” Her eight sisters had been married—mated was the term these people

used—but no one wanted her, fearing she would produce hideous offspring.

He hadn’t seen her face until now.

In the genetic game of chance, Mariska had been dealt a royal flush. She was fucking

Don’t gawk! A real android wouldn’t react, but as a cyborg, a red-blooded heterosexual man

working undercover as a robot, how could he not?

Some might have cheered Mariska’s impending demise. The organization’s brutality had incited

a backlash of negative sentiment against all its members. Many espoused the notion that the

only good Lamis-Odg was a dead Lamis-Odg.

Kai couldn’t buy into that. Mariska had been no party to the actions of her father or Lamani. She

was vulnerable. Innocent. But not stupid or cowardly. In the month spent observing her, her

quiet fortitude and inner strength had impressed him. Even before he’d caught the shocking

glimpse of her face, he’d been struck by her beautiful eyes. A rich shade of melted caramel,

fringed by dark lashes. Expressive in their attempt not to be. She didn’t trust him.

Her wariness pierced him in a way it shouldn’t. She was a person of interest and her emotions

shouldn’t impact his decision-making. And in fact, she was wise to be suspicious. Obido had

bugged her quarters and employed spybots to keep tabs on her. While Kai wouldn’t intentionally

harm her, he would manipulate her to obtain whatever information he could on Lamis-Odg.

The reign of terror had to be stopped.  Direct intervention in Mariska fate jeopardized that goal.

Doing nothing was the right thing to do. Sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.

Why did he feel like he was no better than Obido?

When they rounded the corner to the gangway entrance two guards—Lamis-Odg, not

androids—snapped to attention, weapons drawn. “Halt!” one of them cried.

“It’s okay; he’s with me,” Mariska said.

While one guard leveled his weapon, the other scanned him. “The android is not authorized to

“He’s not boarding; he’s loading my luggage. He’ll disembark after he carries it to my

“Negative. He shall remain here.” The guard motioned. “Leave the cases.”

Kai set the bags down, and the sentry scanned them. “Clear,” he announced. He jerked his

head at Mariska. “You may take them now.”

She dragged one toward the craft.

“My duty is to serve the daughter of Obido. Allow me to set the bags inside the door. I shall not

The two guards glanced at each other and shrugged. “All right.”

Under armed watch, he deposited both bags inside the portal.  There was nothing else he could

do.  He sought Mariska’s gaze. Don’t go. “Have a safe flight.”

She boarded. Kai stomped down the gangway.

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Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 23 erotic romance titles. She writes

science fiction, contemporary, and paranormal erotic romance. No matter what the subgenre,

one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with

sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United

States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When

she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Cara Bristol web site/blog -http://carabristol.com/

 Author Newsletter - http://eepurl.com/9aRJj

Facebook Author Page - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cara-Bristol-Erotic-Romance-

Amazon Author page - http://www.amazon.com/Cara-Bristol/e/B004D8KZTQ/

Twitter - https://twitter.com/CaraBristol

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4136271.Cara_Bristol

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

#BookBlast - A Duchess in Name by Amanda Weaver #HistoricalRomance

A Duchess in Name
by Amanda Weaver

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GENRE:  Historical Romance

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BLURB:

Victoria Carson never expected love. An American heiress and graduate of Lady Grantham's finishing school, she's been groomed since birth to marry an English title--the grander the better. So when the man chosen for her, the forbidding Earl of Dunnley, seems to hate her on sight, she understands that it can't matter. Love can have no place in this arrangement.

Andrew Hargrave has little use for his title, and even less for his cold, disinterested parents. Determined to make his own way, he's devoted to his life in Italy, working as an archaeologist. Until the collapse of his family's fortune drags him back to England, to a marriage he never wanted and a woman he doesn't care to know.

Wild attraction is an unwanted complication for them both, though it forms the most fragile of bonds. Their marriage of convenience isn't so intolerable after all--but it may not be enough when the deception that bound them is finally revealed.

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EXCERPT


“Goodnight, Miss Carson.”

“Goodnight, Your Lordship.”

He held onto her hand for a beat too long, that delicious roughness of his palm heating hers. Her stomach erupted in butterflies. Utter romantic nonsense. It was a handshake. She glanced up at his face and their eyes met. The butterflies vanished and her stomach dropped clean to her feet. Her feet were rooted in place, but her body swayed slightly, as if being tugged toward him by an invisible thread. A muscle in his cheek twitched. Then, to her shock, he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Her skin warmed beneath his lips and a delicious tingle shot down the back of her neck. It was only a moment, a brush of his lips against her cheek, but it heated her all the way down to the soles of her feet. Well, there was her answer about his touch. That tiny kiss was ricocheting through her body, laying waste to her good sense.

He drew back two scant inches, his eyes meeting hers in the dull gold glow of the gaslight wall sconces behind her. She could feel his breath on her mouth. There was only his beautiful, strong face and those shockingly blue eyes and his lips, which had made her feel so much at the slightest touch. She swayed toward him again. His eyelids lowered, his gaze dropping to her mouth.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Amanda has loved romance since she read that very first Kathleen E. Woodiwiss novel at fifteen. After a long detour into a career as a costume designer in theatre, she’s found her way back to romance, this time as a writer.

A native Floridian, Amanda transplanted to New York City many years ago and now considers Brooklyn home, along with her husband, daughter, two cats, and nowhere near enough space.

Contact Me:

Website: http://www.amandaweavernovels.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/amanda.weaver.167527
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AWeaverWrites
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/AWeaverWriter/



A Duchess in Name links:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26308949-a-duchess-in-name
Amazon: http://tiny.cc/qyox4x
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Friday, November 13, 2015

#FeatureQuestionFriday 2 - Friday The 13th


You know I had to. Right? There's so much legend and mystery and superstition around Friday the 13th that it's almost impossible to pass this up - if it scares or worries you or not. ;)

Generally speaking we all know the rules (especially if you've seen the movies). But maybe, those that fear Friday the 13th have bad luck simply because they walk with worry all day.
Oh right, the rules....
Personally, I've never worried about it and often do things in 13s (hey, not my fault - my mom was a baker and everything was a baker's dozen (13 for those that don't know). So 13 has almost been a comforting number, in a way.

So, the obvious question for this Friday ---

Food for thought:
  • If you cut your hair on Friday the 13th, someone in your family will die.
  • If a funeral procession passes you on Friday the 13th, you will be the next to die.
  • Do not start a trip on Friday or you will encounter misfortune.
  • If you break a mirror on Friday the 13th, you will have seven years of bad luck.
  • A child born on Friday the 13th will be unlucky for life.
  • Ships that set sail on a Friday will have bad luck.
  • If you walk under a ladder or if a black cat crosses you on Friday the 13th, you will have bad luck.
Final thought ;)

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

#Proofreader Services

I'm a little late with my post today. It's going to take a bit for me to get used to daily blogging. In fairness, I did blog a bit this morning when I made a decision.

I've done proofreading work for a number of years and have decided to offer my services on the internet as well. I have stayed away from social media for ages, and initially wasn't planning on sharing this job online. However, with my sister needing some help (<---clickable), I need to fill in the gaps in cash.

So, I would be very grateful if you'd check out (and share) my proofreading business blog (<---clickable). Currently, I have no waiting period (every year after Halloween it slows down). I charge less than most proofreaders and do the same great quality of work.


Monday, November 9, 2015

#AspiringAuthor Thoughts - Will You Please Like Me?

When I sit down to write a blog post, suddenly everything is jumbled. All these different thoughts taking me different directions and I'm supposed to some how reel them in and make them into a coherent post. Turn them into something that makes sense as it's read. You know? Sound like an author.

Pressure.

Being someone entirely new to social networking and writing, it's been a very scary few days. Along the way I've met a number of wonderful people that have been supportive and don't mind sharing some information and tips with the totally lost (<---that would be me).

Being not yet published makes it just a bit harder. I have nothing to show at this time. I'm a writer. I write stuff. I want said stuff to be published. And....

I want someone to like me.

Well, maybe not me in a direct sense, but you panic until someone makes your work acceptable. Someone needs to like it. You need that first 5 star review. You need that first person to tell you they loved it.

You sit in wait and watch the numbers on your blog. How many people have stopped in to view. Oh my gosh, did anyone leave a comment.

Yes, it really is like that for this new author.

You refresh your email every three minutes waiting for something - anything - sent to you.

Will the blog posts get easier? I'm sure they will (otherwise I will be gray before January). Will the emails start coming? I hope so. Will the comments show up? Maybe one day. Will that 5 star review show up? Probably. But so will the 1 star.

So, for now, when you see that newly published author or the one stressing to get their first book published - cut them a little slack, because deep down somewhere, even if they won't admit it, there's a bit of the way I'm feeling right inside them. :)

Sunday, November 8, 2015

#SleepSunday - #Amazon #Books of Interest

Too much? lol
I'm not sure how dedicated I can be with this as I can't ever do this post in advance. However, I thought it would be fun to point out some free reads for Sunday. Keep in mind, I can't promise how ling they will be free, but they were free at the time I posted.

Now that it's winter, we don't need too much of a reason to snuggle up in a chair with a book. Right?

Do you have a book that will be free on an upcoming Sunday? Feel free to contact me with your details for a feature :) (paytonblakley@gmail.com)

So, here are some that caught my eye.

Of course we have to do free erotica first. Right?

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Here is the first of the 'Wild Dreams' Series, written in the delicious and sensual style of Natalie Wild. 

Something mysterious is happening in the office above Aubrey’s. No one ever stops at Aubrey’s one room lawyer services, but a crowd of well dressed people are always making their way past her office to a special set of elevators that go up to the highest level in the building. Overcome by curiosity, Aubrey sets out to investigate. What she finds is The Playground, a lavish space specially designed to make your every fantasy come true. Aubrey doesn’t have the money to join, but a sexy stranger who goes by the name of Scar offers to sponsor her—if she’ll have her fantasies with him. Aubrey tells herself to stay focused—her arrangement with Scar is about sex and nothing more. But when Aubrey finds herself being pulled back into the catastrophic relationship with her violent ex, Kyle, she realizes that she may need Scar’s strength to help her escape. When Kyle violates the inner sanctum of The Playground, will Scar be able to forgive Aubrey for bringing chaos into his life? And when Aubrey discovers Scar’s true identity, will she be able to forgive him for the destruction that he wrought upon her and her family? 

This ebook contains very hot and explicit descriptions of romantic activity. Only mature readers should download this book.

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"Lindsay has signed a contract for one year to pretend to be the girlfriend of a very wealthy, very handsome, very charming, but very gay man. One stipulation is she cannot have any other relationships while with him. If she desires to have her "needs" fulfilled, there is an outlet, and what an outlet it is - Pleasure Extraordinaire! Turn up the a/c readers! You will not be disappointed." Lindaroma on Amazon. 

Michael Hawkins is mature, rich, and drop-dead sexy. He is also gay. And, for some strange reason, he wants me to be his pretend girlfriend in exchange for a big sum of money. 

He has one condition, though: I cannot get close to a man, or be seen with one during the one year I'm contracted with him. I thought it'd be a piece of cake, until I meet his two grown-up, gloriously handsome sons, who won't take no for an answer, including from me. 

I'll not fall for their cheap tricks even if it means I have to close my eyes each time I see them. And each time I close my eyes, I imagine their naked bodies doing sinful acts on mine. God help me before my physical urges get the best of me, and the contract blows up in my face. 

Book one of a four-part erotic romance series. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY! 
***Pleasure Extraordinaire - Complete Collection is now available for $6.99.***

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Sometimes your worst enemy can become your greatest love. 

Princess Murdina has suffered harshly since the death of her father. Crowned the new King, her brother proves to be heartless and cruel, even to his own sister. Driven by greed, he attempts to force her into an unwanted marriage to the sadistic Lord Cannon in order to gain more land. Determined not to become another casualty of Lord Cannon’s dark desires, Murdina flees on horseback. Cornered on the cliffs by her brother’s knights, she sees her only option as being to jump to her death. 

Much to her surprise, a dark figure arrives out of nowhere and snatches her up to take her deep into the woods. It is here that she learns that her savior is Rory of the Clan McKordia—a Highland rebel determined to take down her brother. Not only does she not expect to learn that Rory is a bear shifter, but she never expects to fall in love with him, and fight by his side. 

Get ready for intrigue, mystery, and seduction in the highlands! Oh… and be forewarned, this book is intended for mature (18+) audiences. 

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Being confronted on the beach by a sexy stranger wasn't part of Natalie Conner's plans for a peaceful morning taking photos. And why on earth would he think she's taking pictures of him, anyway? Who is he? One thing’s for sure, he’s hot, and incredibly romantic, feeding Natalie’s wounded soul. 

Luke Williams just wants the world to give him a break, so seeing yet another camera aimed at his face has him ready to pounce on the beauty behind the lens. When he finds out she has no idea who he is, he's intrigued and more than a little tempted by her. Natalie has a body made for sex, a sassy mouth and Luke can’t get enough of her, but he’s not ready to tell her who he really his. 

Natalie is a no nonsense girl who doesn’t do well with lies and secrets. What will happen to this new relationship when she discovers what Luke’s hiding?