Tuesday, September 24, 2013

New Release: Logan's Acadian Wolves

Logan’s Acadian Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 4)
by Kym Grosso
Blurb/Book Description:
An erotic paranormal romance...
Deep in the heart of New Orleans, Acadian Wolves’ Alpha, Logan Reynaud, rescues a beautiful woman in the dead of night. Intrigued by the mysterious human, the commanding Alpha is determined to elicit all of her secrets, including her deepest fantasies. After tragedy strikes, Logan discovers dangerous adversaries are planning an attack in his city. Driven by responsibility and honor, Logan must protect both his pack and the woman who’s captivated his attention.

Dr. Wynter Ryan, a leading virologist, is fascinated with her charismatic protector. As the chemistry ignites between her and the dominant Alpha, she relinquishes her ties to the past, embracing ecstasy and submission within his arms and intrepidly acquiescing to her own adventurous instincts. Succumbing to desire, she learns to trust her Alpha, discovering what it means to be wolf.

Passion and mystery on the bayou stirs Logan’s wolf, demanding he claim his mate. Yet Wynter’s a distraction he can’t afford when his priority is to lead his new pack. Will Logan surrender to the uncontrollable need to claim Wynter as his mate? And will he be able to keep her alive, finding the killer who threatens the Acadian Wolves?

Warning: This book contains several erotic love scenes, including m/f/m menage, and is intended for adult readers only.

Wynter barely saw him coming.  Logan leapt across the room, and as his body touched hers, she gasped.  His hands pressed hard against the glass on either side of her head.  The masculine scent of him wafted into her nose and she fought the instinct to rub her face against his chest.  Oh God, what had she done?  How could she be so stupid as to challenge an Alpha?  She really must be sick.  Unable to speak, she held still.  Initially charged with fear, she realized very quickly that he wasn’t hurting her.  The tension between them escalated with every minute of silence that passed.  And then she felt him, his nose grazing along the side of her neck.  A small moan escaped her lips.
At the challenge, Logan strode across the room, pinning her against the wall.  He had to smell her, taste her.  Why would she deny her wolf?  Why play games?  Logan didn’t want to hurt her.  Oh no.  If anything, he’d like to give her pleasure like she’d never known.  But she kept insisting she was human.  If she wanted to play, play he would.  She was wolf, and he’d prove it to her.  But as her sweet scent engulfed his senses, he began to lose control.  His wolf clawed at his psyche, begging to take the woman.  Like freshly cut roses, the heavenly aroma was familiar yet altogether unique and desirable, although her wolf lingered on the edge; she was there, he could scent her.
In an effort to prevent himself from ravishing her right there in his office, Logan plastered his hands so hard against the window, he thought it’d crack.  At the sound of her moan, he darted his tongue out against her silky skin.  He had to taste her.  Just once.  Ah fuck, no; his wolf wanted more.  Eyes feral, he locked them with hers, taking her arm.  He placed a small kiss to her palm before dragging his tongue along her wrist all the way to the crook of her elbow, releasing a growl of satisfaction.
Wynter’s heart pounded as he gently took her arm into his hands.  She shivered as he pushed up her sleeve and brought her delicate wrist to his lips.  Wet with arousal, she couldn’t break their connection as she stared deep into his mesmerizing eyes.  Oh my God.  Wolf.  Human.  I’ll be whatever you want me to be…just please, just take me.  Wynter thought her knees would give out, except he had her pressed up against the window.  Lost in his spell, she responded by nudging her own hips against his hard arousal as he tasted her skin. 
Logan groaned as the territorial need to take her consumed him.  He needed to get things under control.  Jax.  Fucking, goddamned Jax.  His name alone should have killed his raging hard on, but it wasn’t helping one damn bit.  No, he needed to separate himself from her before he tore her clothes off.  He closed his eyes and blew out a breath, but didn’t release her. 
“Wolf,” he breathed into her hair.

Buy Links:
Smashwords (epub for Nook, Kobo, etc.): https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/358032

About the author:
Kym Grosso is the author of the erotic paranormal romance series, The Immortals of New Orleans. The series currently includes Kade’s Dark Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 1), Luca’s Magic Embrace (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 2), Tristan’s Lyceum Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 3) and Logan’s Acadian Wolves (Immortals of New Orleans, Book 4).

In addition to romance, Kym has written and published several articles about autism, and is passionate about autism advocacy. She writes about autism at PsychologyToday.com and AutismInRealLife.com. She also is a contributing essay author in the book Chicken Soup for the Soul: Raising Kids on the Spectrum.

Kym lives with her husband, two children, dog and cat. Her hobbies include autism advocacy, reading, tennis, zumba, traveling and spending time with her husband and children. New Orleans, with its rich culture, history and unique cuisine, is one of her favorite places to visit. Also, she loves traveling just about anywhere that has a beach or snow-covered mountains. On any given night, when not writing her own books, Kym can be found reading her Kindle, which is filled with hundreds of romances.

Author web links: (web, blog, twitter, facebook, goodreads, etc)
·        Website: www.KymGrosso.com
·        Email: Kym.Grosso@AutismInRealLife.com
·        Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KymGrossoBooks
·        Twitter: @KymGrosso

Friday, September 20, 2013

New Release: If You Want Me

An irresistible woman. An undeniable proposal.

Even the unthinkable can sound reasonable when you mix alcohol, sexual frustration, and a bachelorette party—especially a bold proposition. Now in the light of day, Naomi’s hung over, horrified, and anxious about facing this complicated man again and the unexplored feelings their encounter brought with it.

She called, he came, but Ryan didn't exactly conquer. Is it too much to hope that Naomi will give him a do-over? She can’t avoid him, not when he’s walking her down the aisle. But who ever heard of a bridesmaid getting cold feet? 


 “I really need to get laid,” slurred Naomi, sagging drunkenly against her friend Becky.

   The entire table fell silent and stared at her. Every squeal over the upcoming honeymoon, every gush over the bridal gown came to a screeching halt. 

   Becky turned on her, aghast, then shoved Naomi upright in her chair again. “What the hell?” she hissed under her breath. 

   Naomi scrunched up her brow, perplexed as she weaved and wobbled, trying to focus on all the faces swimming in front of her. The female half of tomorrow’s wedding party. Each of them decked out and tarted up for tonight’s bachelorette blow-out.

   “What?” Naomi asked, stupefied by the wide eyes directed her way. “It’s been six months. Six damn months!” she added in a woeful tone. “Who wouldn’t have boner on the brain?”

   Two of the women across the table started to laugh behind their hands, but Becky shot to her feet anyway and grabbed Naomi’s arm, hauling her up too.

   “Sorry about this.” Becky gave Melissa, the bride, a pained and apologetic smile. “I think someone’s had one too many appletinis.”

   Becky grabbed both purses and slipped them over her arm and dragged Naomi through the crowded club and out to the sidewalk. She caught the eye of the first valet she saw and handed him the ticket. He dashed off to get their car.

   “He’s kinda cute,” said Naomi, swaying on her heels, her eyes fixed on his back as he disappeared into the night.

   Becky gritted her teeth. “Would you stop?”

   “Stop what?” Naomi blinked, nonplussed.

   “The horny talk. It’s embarrassing.”

   Naomi frowned. “Is it? I’m sorry. I just need sex. I really want it, Beck. I want it bad.”

   “So I gather. No alcohol for you tomorrow.”

   That comment earned a snort. “Who cares about alcohol?”

   “It makes you weird.”

   “Don’t I know it!” Naomi nodded sagely. “Beck, I’m getting the strangest ideas.”

   “Yeah, I noticed.” Their car pulled up and Becky caught hold of Naomi’s upper arm and steered her to the curb. A second valet came forward to open the passenger door while the first man got out and waited for Becky on the driver’s side.

   Naomi gave the guy holding her door a sweet smile and cupped his ass before dropping gracelessly into the passenger seat. One of her shoes fell to the pavement next to the car. The guy bent down and picked it up. He had a funny little smile going, and if she wasn’t totally mistaken, he was chuckling.

   “Like Cinderella!” Naomi laughed when he handed it to her then stuck her bare foot out the open door at him. “Don’t you want to put it on me?”

   Becky snapped at her from the driver’s side, “Naomi! Shut the hell up and let the guy close your door.”

   Naomi snickered and rolled her eyes at the valet, making a joke of her uptight friend. “Guess it’s time to go.”

   He closed her in with a nod and a wink. She gave him a little wave that he returned as Becky pulled into traffic.

   “Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?” Becky asked, blowing her bangs out of her eyes.

   “She’s in here somewhere.” Naomi drooped onto her door and squinted at the strobing lights coming right at them. “Did you notice Ryan at dinner earlier tonight?”

   Becky glanced sharply at her friend. “Is that what this is all about?”


   “Never mind. Let’s get you home, dump a ton of water into you, and put you to bed. You need to be in good shape by tomorrow afternoon or Melissa’s mom is going to kill you, and Melissa is going to be the one handing her the cake knife she’ll use.”

   Naomi laughed as she pictured the mother-of-the-bride wielding the special cake knife with color coordinated ribbons fluttering from the handle.

   “That’s not gonna happen,” she assured Becky.

   “Of course it’s not. Because you’re going home and I’m putting you to bed.”

   Naomi gave a deep and disappointed sigh. “Party pooper.” 

   “And whose fault is that?”

   Naomi shrugged then drifted off to sleep. She didn’t revive until the car pulled in front of her duplex. 

   “We’re here.” Becky gave her shoulder a shake. “Wake up. Are you awake?”

   “Yeah.” Naomi blinked and rubbed her temple. “Where’s my purse?”

   “On the floor, by your feet.” Becky hopped out and walked around the car. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

   “I’ve got it.” She shoved her shoulder against the door and nearly tumbled out. Luckily Becky was there in time to haul her back before she did a face plant on the driveway. “Thank you.”

   Beck held out her hand. “Give me your damn purse. There’s no way you’re going to be able to unlock the front door yourself.”

   Naomi didn’t argue. She took another stab at getting out and managed to close the car door without catching any body parts in it. Weaving on her feet, she clomped up the driveway, her gait even more ridiculous because she was still holding the one shoe the valet had given her at the club. 

   Becky had already gotten the door open and the inside lights turned on by the time Naomi made it up the three concrete steps, grabbing hold of the wrought iron banister to keep from staggering backwards on her way up.

   “Should I brew a pot of coffee?” Becky asked, coming back from putting Naomi’s purse in her room.

   Naomi yawned and mussed up her hair, destroying all the hard work she’d put into getting the big silky curls just right earlier that evening. “No, I can manage. Thanks for bringing me home.”

   “Should I stay?”

   “No. I’ll be fine.”

   Becky eyed her skeptically. “You’re sure? You weren’t yourself tonight.”

   Naomi covered her eyes with both hands and expelled a big alcohol infused breath. “I know, Beck,” she peered out, pouting at her friend. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you tonight.”

   “I guess we all have our off days. This was yours. I’ll get over it. It’s not like you do this kind of thing, well ... ever.” Becky laughed and came over, giving Naomi a hug goodnight. “So I’ll see you in the morning?”

   “At brunch.”

   “Eleven. Don’t forget to set your alarm. Something tells me you’re going to need it.”

   “I got it. I got it.”

   Becky kissed her on the cheek, uncertainty in her eyes as she peered at Naomi one last time. “You sure I shouldn’t stay?”

   “Very sure.”

   “Then I’ll see you in the morning.”

   “Sounds good.”

   Naomi limped to the door and locked it behind her friend. As soon as Becky had backed out of the driveway, Naomi kicked off her lone shoe, raced to her bedroom, and dumped the contents of her purse onto the bedspread.

   “Oh yeah!” she cheered. Grabbing the phone, she went immediately to the wedding party contact sheet on her dresser and followed down the line of ushers for Ryan’s name.

   He answered after two rings. Even tipsy she could hear the question in his voice. “Naomi?”

   “Yes. Where are you?”

   “At the bachelor party. Why?”

   “Here’s the thing. I know you had a problem with me dating Sam. You were his friend and I created a lot of tension between you two. I get it. But I’m guessing some of that attitude was just bullshit. I caught you.”

   “You caught me?”

   “Yes, I caught you; watching me, looking at me. I could tell you were covering.”

   “What’s this all about, Naomi? What’s your point?”

   “If you want me, I’m yours. I’m putting on sexy lingerie right now. You have fifteen minutes to get here. You know the address.”

   Naomi cut the call and eased open the top drawer of her dresser.

                                                         * * *

   Ryan pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. Was she serious? Was this for real? Could he even make it in fifteen minutes?

   He hadn’t seen Naomi Kendall in months—five long and lonely months, and then …today. He could hardly tear his eyes away from her at the groom’s dinner. She looked incredible; that warm almond skin, those dark brown eyes, all that soft glorious hair. A man could get lost in that hair. They’d barely had a chance to speak to each other but he’d tuned in to her voice. No matter where she was, he heard Naomi over all the rest. Every one of her laughs registered with him. It was excruciating and thrilling at the same time. Then the party broke up and the guys and girls went their separate ways. Disappointed at seeing her climb into a car and drive away, he told himself it was okay, he’d get another shot at her tomorrow.

   Talk about being thrown for a loop.   

   Well, she’d read him right. How the hell did she do that? Clearly, he wasn’t as careful as he thought.

   “Dude! It’s your turn,” said an impatient voice.

   Ryan looked up and found his friends watching him. He closed the fan of cards in his hand. There was only one thing to do. “I fold.”

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Thursday, September 19, 2013

New Release: Daring to Wish

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today! So pleased to be sharing Daring to Wish with you.

What happens when you dare to wish?

In an effort to regain her independence and break out of her shell, shy Eve Ward writes a daring wish list of all the things she wants to do before her thirtieth birthday. It’s a good thing the list is for her eyes only, because some of the items are pretty risqué.

Adrenaline junkie Lucas Riley becomes Eve’s “victim” in a kiss-a-stranger dare, and she thinks he’s perfect for her one-night-with-a-stranger wish.

With Eve, Lucas thinks he’s found the distraction he needs before he has to say goodbye to his bad boy image. When he finds Eve’s sexy wish list, he can’t keep himself from giving into temptation and sneaking a peek, and wish number eight is impossible for him to resist. Being good can wait.

Eve is thrilled when, out of the blue, Lucas offers to take her skydiving. Her sexy stranger has helped her tick so many wishes off her secret list. Her confidence has grown and now she’s having fun both in and out of the bedroom. It seems too good to be true...is it? She can’t shake the niggling suspicion that something’s not quite right.

Content Warning: contains dizzying heights and sensual sex
Genre(s): Contemporary Romance


Eve froze mid-turn, halted by his husky command and the tingle radiating from his hand lightly grasping her wrist. She met his gaze and realized how wrong she’d been. He was a million miles away from being uncomplicated. The startling blue of his eyes revealed depths Eve could only imagine drowning in.
“Did you say…nice?” He leaned closer. “I would say that was a lot better than nice. I’m sure if we tried again we could manage spectacular. Don’t you agree?” he drawled.
Maybe nice had been the wrong word to choose Eve relented as she noted his husky tone. It was infinitely better than nice. Try amazing! Her breath hitched as she thought of his kiss again. Knowing he enjoyed it too sent a surge of pleasure through her that settled deep within her belly. Obviously she could do some things right.
If she intended to fulfill her wishes she was going to have to find some confidence from somewhere—and fast! At the moment her confidence seemed to be firmly in the area of her knickers.
Running and hiding now seemed out of the question. Maybe confidence practice would be the lesser of two evils? She paused before turning to face Mr. Hotness for confidence lesson one.
“Hmm...” She pretended to consider. “Maybe you’re right. However, as this was a dare I’m afraid it was a one time opportunity,” she added with mock apology. “So I guess we’ll never know.”
“You kissed me for a dare?” His brow arched.
Eve nodded. “Uh-huh. My dare was to kiss a stranger.”
“A dare, huh? I feel so…so violated.” He clutched his free hand to his chest in feigned hurt, although his eyes brimmed with humor and a smile tugged at the corner of his delicious mouth.
“Don’t be offended. I did actually choose you,” she blurted before forgetting her cool, calm, and confident aim.
“So you really thought you could violate me then run?”
“That was my plan, yes,” she said with a confidence she didn’t quite feel, especially as she was distracted by the thumb lightly stroking her wrist.
“And I didn’t even try to play hard to get. Guess you got lucky.”
“Or maybe you did,” she countered without thought, mortified as a blush warmed her cheeks at his responding grin.
He grinned, releasing her hand. “Tell me. Do you like to be dared?”
Her eyes widened at the loaded question. “I…I find a challenge hard to resist.”
“Damn good thing I’m a challenge.”

Author Bio
A devourer of books from an early age, I spent much of my childhood stepping into wardrobes, searching for that magical snowy world where conversing with animals would be expected. When I wasn't searching for those worlds, I wrote about them instead. My first step into the world of romance was when I stole sneak peeks into my nana's books. I'm still in that world and refuse to leave.
I live in Staffordshire, UK, with my husband and three wonderful children. An avid reader and writer of romance, I strongly believe that words make the world go around.
You can find me here: http://traceyrogers.wordpress.com/
Or email me at: traceyrogersaut@gmail.com

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

New Release: The Weekend Proposition

The Weekend Proposition by Ella Jade
I’m thrilled to announce the release of my latest book The Weekend Proposition. Thanks so much for helping me celebrate. Please check out the giveaway at the bottom of the post.

One weekend—no strings, no expectations, and no commitments. On Sunday afternoon it all ends, or does it?
No-nonsense businessman Spencer Cannon has a dilemma. He’s headed to Connecticut for the weekend to attend his cousin’s elaborate wedding. His whole family will be there in addition to his obsessed ex-girlfriend Ava. According to Spencer’s brother, Ava has been telling her friends she’s planning a magical reunion with her favorite ex-boyfriend. Spencer’s not in the mood to deal with her, but he can’t miss the wedding. He needs a plan.
Struggling Brooklyn waitress and aspiring graphic designer Dakota Vercelli has fallen on hard times. College debts, pending eviction, and her sick mother are taking a toll on her. A chance encounter with Mr. Cannon, CEO of Cannon and Carrington Advertising, leads to a proposition that may be just the thing to solve both of their problems. Spencer’s offer—spend four days with him during the wedding festivities and keep his ex off his trail. In return, he’ll compensate her generously for her time. He needs a weekend girlfriend, and Dakota needs the cash.
It was just supposed to be a business deal, but after sharing a room, kissing under the stars, and attending a wedding, their attraction is undeniable. Will the illusion end when the weekend is over or is the proposition just the beginning?
Content Warning: contains mature language and graphic sexual content


“I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition?” What could he possibly have to offer her?
“I have to attend my cousin’s wedding this weekend. Actually, I have to leave tomorrow afternoon. I don’t want to go alone for reasons I don’t wish to discuss right now. I need someone to accompany me. I’m offering that to you.”
“And you think I’m ‘to the point’?”
He smiled but didn’t say anything. She couldn’t stand the silence. She wanted to figure out his game. There had to be some sort of catch.
“You want me to go to a wedding with you?”
“It’s in Connecticut. I would require your services until Sunday afternoon. All of your expenses would be paid, including a wardrobe which would be yours to keep after the weekend.”
“You need a date?”
“I would need you to appear as my girlfriend.”
“Is this a joke?”
“I wouldn’t joke about something like this. I’ve thought the entire thing through.”
“A man who looks like you should have no problem finding a real girlfriend to buy clothes for and flaunt in front of his family.” She thought for a moment. “Unless there’s something wrong with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me.” He raised his voice a bit. “I had planned on attending alone but circumstances have changed. I’m in a bind and from what I gather, you are too.”
Her instincts screamed to run in the opposite direction. She’d never been the type to fall for a scam. “I’m not interested in—”
“I’ll pay you two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for your time.”
“What?” Apparently a side of crazy came with those good looks.
“One hundred and twenty-five thousand today, if you agree.” He pulled out a check from the inside pocket of the jacket he had draped on the back of the chair. He slipped the mint green paper across the table. “You’ll get the rest on Sunday afternoon.”
“That’s fifty grand a day.” She studied the check. It would take her years to make that kind of money working these shit-end jobs.
“I’m aware.” He nodded as if the money meant nothing. “I’m asking for your time, a commodity I believe should be well compensated.”
Too good to be true.
“Do you make it a habit of paying women to be your girlfriend?”
“Pretend girlfriend,” he reminded her. “You would be the first.”
“Why me?”
“Does it matter?”
“What exactly do you expect me to do for that money?”
“I told you.” He narrowed his eyes. “I need a date for a long weekend. Everyone needs to think we’re a couple.”
“You’re willing to pay me to go away with you for four days. I’m supposed to take your word we’re going to a wedding in Connecticut? How do I know you won’t kidnap me and want to do all sorts of kinky stuff to me? You could be some sex-obsessed lunatic.”
“Kinky stuff?”
“Yeah, you know, like bondage and blindfolds.”
“Do you like that sort of thing?” He tried to conceal his smirk.

About Ella

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

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