Bottoms Up by Kate Deveaux

Today I’m hosting Kate Deveaux and her erotic romance, Bottoms Up. Kate is giving away THREE Amazon/B&N gift cards at $10, $25, and $50. So make sure to comment, check out the other stops on the tour, and enter the Rafflecopter giveaway! Kate is also here today to talk about her favorite sexy drink recipes!

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Thanks Megan for having me as your guest today.

I’m delighted to stop by and share my latest new release Bottoms Up. It’s a sizzling cocktail themed romance that I hope you and your readers will find toe-curlingly enjoyable.

While I’m here, I’d love to share some of my favorite downright dirty drink recipes. I must confess, just between you and me, it was a total blast to research the sexy drinks Justin serves Lexi and to tell the story of their sensual adventures. Especially as they acted out those concoctions with such naughty little names.

Here’s a little cheeky banter between Lexi and Justin to get you in the mood of Bottoms Up:

Flipping through the pages, she scanned for the perfect drink he could teach her. The French Hooker had gone over so well she wondered what else might be fun. Then she saw it. Sex on the Pool Table. And the Slow Comfortable Screw. Her panties grew damp. Her pussy quivered. She spotted the Bend Me Over. They all sounded so deliciously naughty. How am I ever going to decide?

He appeared, ready and eager, dressed in a nice blue-striped shirt that highlighted his eyes and jeans that made her just want to rip them off. She just stood there for a moment admiring how damn hot he looked.

He wasted no time getting to the point. “So what will it be? Did you pick one?”

“There were a few that intrigued me…”

“A few. Well, I could be up for that.” His amusement rippled into a low laugh. “I thought you might be. Now which one should I choose?”

“Why not all of them?” he asked. “We’ll have plenty of time after dinner.”

Lexi could feel her pulse humming the second he moved closer to her, taking the book from her hand and pulling her to him with one hand, the other still firmly around her waist.

“Sex on the Pool Table? Really, you do surprise me, Lex,” he said with certain admiration.

“I like surprising you. And I will after dinner.” Her newly discovered inner sex goddess was taking the reins. She loved how sexy Justin made her feel. How naughty when he looked at her with that devilish lift of his brow. The same look he’d given her when he’d sunk his finger deep into her pussy and made her knees buckle at the sheer pleasure.

He stared at her, devouring her with his gaze before he pulled her hard against him. “That is, if I can wait that long.”

“You’ll have to. And did you see the other one? I folded the page.” Now she was being downright dirty. And she loved it.

His eyebrows rose when he turned the page. “Bend Me Over.” He read the name of the drink out loud. “I intend to.” His voice sent a ripple of desire from her peaked nipples right to her now moist and needy pussy that wanted him inside her more than anything. On the pool table, on the bar, from behind—whatever he wanted, she wanted. Craved.

“There’s more,” she added with glee.

Turning to the next dog-eared page, he grinned. “Pop My Cherry.” His tone was approving.

“Don’t get too excited,” she bantered back. “I think it might be a little late for that, but we can still pretend if you like.”

A deep groan slipped from his lips. “Not that cherry…”

Her cheeks burned hot as he ran his hand over her bottom, her legs almost buckling at the suggestion.

“You naughty, naughty girl…” He smacked her ass hard.

Gulping, she giggled with wicked delight. “We’ll see about that. Dinner?” she asked, and prompted him to look at his watch. “We wouldn’t want to be late for our first date, would we?”

These are a couple of my favorites from the book!

1/2 oz. Cherry Vodka
1/4 oz. Triple Sec
1/4 oz. Orange Juice

Shake ingredients in a cocktail shaker with ice. Strain into glass.



0.5 oz. Coconut Rum
0.5 oz. Triple Sec
0.5 oz. Lime Juice
1 splash(s) Grenadine Syrup
Fill with Lemonade
1 Splash(s) Irish Cream

Mix rum, triple sec, lime juice, grenadine, and Lemonade. Garnish with lemon and lime, then splash Irish cream down the middle.

*Best served behind the bar!

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A bartender with a penchant for naughty drink recipes is well known for crafting the perfect concoction for his clientele. Justin meets his match when down on her luck Lexi walks into his bar and he whips up a cocktail especially for her.

It’s not just the booze talking when Justin and Lexi explore his list of naughty drink recipes in more detail — after hours. Night after night, Lexi is drawn back to Justin’s bar for another deliciously dirty creation and another night of extreme fantasy when he shows her how to let go of her inhibitions — One tantalizing drink recipe at a time— Seems it’s definitely Bottoms Up for these two!


“So what’ll it be?” the bartender asked.

Lexi was instantly dragged back to the present.

“Uh…I don’t know,” she offered, wondering how a drink could possibly dull the emptiness inside her.

He gave a smile and a confident shrug. “Well then, you’re in luck.”

“How’s that?” she asked half-heartedly, not really in the mood for banter but realizing she was in need of a drink but with no clue what drink she wanted. Just something to make her forget the shitty day she’d had. And the even shittier year.

The bartender with the soul-searching eyes and the cute little smile that even Lexi had to admit was a bit of a mood lifter, leaned on the bar so his eyes were level with hers.

“You’re in luck because it so happens my drink picking skills are legendary.”

“Legendary?” She repeated his claim, aware some would consider her response a flirt, but she felt it was more of a challenge. A challenge to see if he could pick something for her that would make her feel…feel…What the hell did she want to feel anyway?

“Legendary,” he repeated.

Okay, he was definitely flirting. Lexi couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“You’re that confident,” she pressed.

“Ten to one I will pick the perfect drink for you.”

“Okay then…give it your best shot,” she said, beginning to enjoy thinking about anything other than her troubles while she stood still holding onto the bar stool, but not yet taking the plunge to hop on the stool and settle in.

Without her uttering another word, the bartender poured one long stream of silken liquor into a cocktail shaker. Its slow path had a mesmerizing affect on her. She watched while he picked up another bottle and poured another brightly colored liquor into the shaker at the same time. He placed the bottles down and gave her a nod. Her pulse quickened when he gripped the shaker. The condensation on the container made her lips water but it was the flex of his muscled forearms that stirred something else in her. Something she thought she’d long forgotten. Desire.

After a few swift gyrations he uncapped the shaker with a flourish. Then slowly filled the chilled martini glass while reaching for another bottle, adding a final squirt of orange amber liquor to the drink. The effect creating a layered concoction the color of the most exquisite sunset with a deep blue layer on the very bottom while the fiery orange layer almost floated on top.

Satisfied with his handy work he slowly slid the cocktail towards her.

“Try this,” he offered.

Parched with anticipation, her mouth was so dry she wanted more than anything to down the divine looking concoction.

He smiled encouragingly.

One quick drink Lexi told herself. All she’d wanted was one drink. Not to hang out with a flirtatious and sexy bartender. All she was looking for was a reprieve from the scorching summer sun. Something to quench her thirst. And numb her despair. A brief respite before getting back to what she needed to do. Clean out the apartment and hand in the keys. And thanks to being laid off that morning, she now added finding a job to her growing ‘to do’ list.

Reaching for the glass, Lexi lifted it up to her lips, her gaze meeting his when her lips touched the rim.

“Bottoms Up,” he said with an undeniably sexy tone.

“Bottoms Up, ” she replied, trying to stifle her grin. And trying her best not notice to that he was still watching her. She tipped the glass and took a long sip. Yum. Sweet at first, then a surprising kick when the liquor layer melted down her throat — coursing past her tonsils and warming a spot right between her breasts. Her eyes teared from the potency of the drink.

“You like it,” he announced with satisfaction.

She nodded, and took another sip, this time the cool frosty layer lingering in her throat, ready for that warm shot of liquor to follow. Intriguing.

“Perfect,” she answered, showing him just how much it hit the spot by downing the rest of it in two more sips.

His eyebrows arched and he flashed a heart-melting smile. That was if she had a heart to melt, she chided herself.

“Go on, hop up, I’ll make you another.” He motioned for her to sit.

What now? Stick to her plan, one drink, pay her bill and be gone back into the heat? She watched him pull a martini glass from a cooler, the clear glass immediately frosting up even with the cool air conditioning keeping the bar bearable compared to the sweltering temperature outside.

She watched as he went about making another drink. Shit, how did this drinking in the afternoon thing work? Sure, she’d hung out in her share of nightclubs, into the wee hours with her friends, but this was different. She checked her watch. Four thirty in the afternoon. Heat of the Tucson day. Temps reaching one hundred ten degrees about now or even hotter. Heat or no heat, the last thing she wanted to do was walk back out that door and face life. The realty was it was easier to sit on the bar stool with this sexy bartender and forget about all her troubles.

That’s the spirit. To hell with reality!

Lexi nodded her approval and unhooked her foot from the barstool rung, settling herself up on the seat. She knew she definitely needed another of whatever it was that warmed her from the inside out and made her bad day begin to seem a little less bad.

He put the finishing touch on the drink and then passed it to her.

“Thank you,” she said and glanced along the bar. A waitress waited impatiently at the end of the counter for their orders.

“I’ll get to those in a sec,” he assured them, but his attention remained on Lexi, expectantly, while she took another delicious sip and then another.

“It’s really very good,” she agreed, lifting the drink in toast. “Bottoms Up,” she added and took another sip. He gave a chuckle that made her blush. “That’s the name of the drink…?” she queried when he seemed to be enjoying a little humor that escaped her.

“Oh, that’s not the name of the drink,” he said, with a slow knowing smile that made her hand tremble as she clutched her glass. ‘Bottoms Up’ is the name of the bar,” he corrected her. Motioning with his head to the large pink neon sign over the bar that had somehow escaped her in the short time she’d been there. ‘Bottoms Up’ was spelled in winding script with a flourish at the end that looked distinctly like the bottom of a sexy ass.

Lexi’s cheeks flamed, feeling silly and embarrassed. She quickly took another sip. The cold rush of drink stung her right between the eyes. Ice cream headache. Over the rim of the glass she caught his sexy grin. Like he was enjoying her discomfort. Mortified, she looked down, placing the empty glass back on the cocktail napkin, noting the “Bottoms Up’ emblem on it with a sassy drawing of a martini glass in the shape of a sexy round derriere.




Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She currently resides with her husband in the U.S. When Kate is not busy writing, she can be found on the tennis court –yes, there’s even ‘love’ in that game too.

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A Summer’s Enchantment by Kathleen Ann Gallagher

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Cassandra Wales, an independent and dedicated registered nurses is determined not to let her recent breakup to break her spirit. She moved in to her quaint cottage in The White Mountain Region of New Hampshire, and decorating is her top priority. A few clangs and whistles wasn’t about to scare her off. Nothing a little magic or a touch of sage couldn’t handle. She never expected to find an elderly woman, accompanied by her hot and sexy grandson, Jake, at her doorstep with an unusual request.

Jake Connor is an ambitious, up and coming lead singer in a rock band. When his grandmother has a dream about her late husband, and she asks him to drive her over to their first home, he doesn’t question her motives. Instead, he meets the woman of his dreams. How can he expect her to take a back seat while he pursues his big break in the exciting world of rock and roll?

Cassandra can’t resist Jake’s magnetism, yet she has her doubts about a man who has women begging for his attention. Can he be the one she has been waiting for or will their different worlds put a halt to their budding romance?


His tight-fitted, short-sleeved shirt lifted, giving her a clear view of his six-pack. He probably had women lined up at his doorstep. It wasn’t like her to gawk at a guy. The array of emotions she was experiencing made her woozy. She was attracted to a total stranger and she enjoyed it. All thoughts of her decorating project took a back seat to her raging hormones. Her focus was supposed to be on her new home, not a hot, sexy guy in a great pair of jeans. She took a deep breath in an attempt to get it together. He inched closer, and she got a whiff of his sensual cologne. Steadying herself, a silly thought popped in her head. She envisioned him kissing her. Wishful thinking on her part, but she’d never admit it. Jake didn’t have to do or say another thing to pique her interest. He’d done that already.

The intensity of his stare sent shivers down her spine. “Look, I know this is sudden, but how’d you like to meet me a week from Friday at Shark’s, on Willow Drive? We’re heading the bill and I’d love for you to hear us jam.”

He reached out to touch her arm. “Say you’ll come. Please? No pressure, but my grandmother is waiting.”

He gave a boyish grin. His sensuous full lips tempted her to imagine a romantic interlude. Her head spun. Never in her life had she found a man so tantalizing. She let out a playful giggle, feeling the butterflies in her stomach grow.

“I’d love to hear you play again.” A real date might be better, but a slow start sounded good for now. The unexpected invitation nearly floored her.

“Can you make it this Friday night? I promise to spend breaks with you.” He kept his eyes on her, making his request hard to resist.

“I think I can make it.” “You think? Try to be there. I’ll sing a song especially for you.” She felt the heat on her face.

“Okay, I’ll do my best to make it. It’s nice of you to invite me. Thanks.” Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t believe she had made a date with a man she met briefly, right in front of her house.


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Kathleen writes contemporary and paranormal romance in her home in New Jersey, where she lives with her husband and their two fur babies, Luc and Chaz. She spent years working as a registered nurse in an emergency room. She is also active in Community Theater. She has three children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might run into Kathleen on a beach down the Jersey Shore, wearing a straw hat and sipping on an iced tea as she plots her next romance novel.

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Ghost Touch by LA Dragoni

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For fifteen minutes each night a portal opens in Tamara’s barn and a horde of ghosts spills into her yard. She and Dex work together to find a way to help Cal and the thousands of spirits stuck in the void to cross over. When she learns she has the ghost touch—the ability to touch the ghosts as if they were corporeal—and she accidentally helps a little boy cross, she believes it might be possible. But not all the spirits play nice and when they learn they can sip energy from her ghost touch, they become greedy putting her life at risk.

Each time Cal has to pull her from the mass of ghosts, her touch restores him more and more until he is at danger of being stuck on earth—forever, which is very enticing to Tamara the better she knows him. Will she and Dex figure out how to help the spirits cross and if they do, will she be able to let Cal go?


“Dex!” she shouted again, leaping forward and running toward the door. A stabbing pain of cold sliced through her upper arm when she knocked against the ghost with the shovel in his hand. He stopped to stare at her with a surprised expression on his face. She pushed forward, ignoring the increasing pain as she jostled up against the ghosts.

A knot of ghosts hunkered together where she last saw Dexter. She pushed through them, her warm touch surprising enough to make them jump back. Dex lay crumpled in a quivering ball at the center of the group. Tamara kneeled beside him and clutched his shoulders.

“Dex! Are you okay?” He didn’t respond, just rocked to and fro, mumbling incoherent words. She shouted. “Dex! Can you hear me?”

His gaze finally lifted, a wary look colored with terror.

“Oh my God.” Tamara wrapped her arms around him. His body was ice cold. She pressed as much of herself against him as she could and buried her face in his hair. “I gotcha. You’ll be okay.”

Then she became aware of an ache worming through her muscles and realized hands pawed at her, clutched her, and were trying to pull her away. She raised a furious glare at the eager crowd of ghouls and snarled. “Stop! Leave us alone.”

However, hunger showed in the eyes of those who’d been dead a short enough time to still have them. Actions became more insistent and then combative. The group shoved and swayed until she worried she’d be crushed beneath them when they fell. She kept her arms wrapped around Dex, hoping to keep the spirits off him, but many simply reached through him to get to her. He shuddered violently and had grown quiet.

Each individual touch drained her of warmth and energy, yet they continued to grope at her arms and back, tug on her hair and clothing. She grew weaker and weaker until the edges of her vision dimmed and she could barely feel the boy she was trying to protect.




LA Dragoni isn’t too particular about who falls in love or where they fall in love. She simply considers it her job to capture the story about their love. Whether it’s paranormal, mythical, or time travel, LA will be there to divine their story for you. She lives in Central Oregon with her husband and children, but haunts ghost towns and cemeteries up and down the west, in search of the next adventure to sift through her storytelling brain.

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Run To Her by Lynn Kellan

Today I’m hosting Lynn Kellan and her contemporary romance, Run To Her. Lynn is giving away a $50 Amazon/B&N gift card. So make sure to comment, check out the other stops on the tour, and enter the Rafflecopter giveaway! Lynn is also here today to give us an interview!

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What would we find under your bed?

You’d find quilts under my bed. One quilt was made by my husband’s grandmother. She grew up on a farm and she used the fabric from feedbags to piece together quilts, clothing, and whatever she needed. It’s fascinating to look at the brightly colored fabric she used. Another quilt you’d find under my bed was made by my bridesmaid, who is a doctor. She made the quilt for our wedding gift, and she tied every knot the same way a surgeon ties knots when stitching up a patient after surgery. The third quilt is one I made soon after my wedding. It’s a very simple pattern, but the blocks of red, white, and mauve contain many memories. Piecing together a quilt taught me that in order to complete a complex task, you must break it down into small pieces.

What was the scariest moment of your life?

When I learned I was pregnant! My husband is 6’5” tall, and I had a feeling our baby would be huge. I was right. My daughter ended up being over 10 pounds at birth and required an emergency c-section. After my ob/gyn met my huge husband, she suggested we schedule a c-section for my second daughter. Good thing we did, because she was a big baby, too. I shudder to think of how large a son would’ve been. Probably close to 13 pounds. Eesh!

Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?

It depends. I try not to listen to music because the lyrics distract me. However, when I need to set a mood in a scene, I do turn to music to get me in the right frame of mind. When I do listen to tunes, I stick to instrumental pieces or songs that are sung in Italian. I don’t speak Italian, so Italian lyrics can’t distract me. I favor songs sung by Josh Groban. He sings a surprising amount of lyrics in Italian, and his pieces always have a soulful, yearning feel that I strive to imbue into my writing.

What is something you’d like to accomplish in your writing career next year?

In 2017, I hope to release books 2 and 3 in The Brothers Series. RUN TO HER is the first book in the series, and it focuses on Gabe, the oldest brother in the Antonov family.

Book 2 is TURN TO HER, and focuses on Ivan, who is a brilliant graduate student with a past that threatens to dismantle his future. He can leave those bad memories behind once he graduates, but walking away from campus means he’ll also walk away from his gorgeous neighbor, who is a psychologist – and the one person who is sharp enough to discover his painful secret.

Book 3 is called PROMISED TO HER. This story is about Victor, who is a former Marine struggling to adapt to civilian life. His “normal” life skids off the road when his car is slammed into a ditch. He doesn’t know if the crash was an accident…or attempted murder. Soon afterward, his restaurant burns down. Now he’s maimed, pissed off, and determined to discover the cause of these “accidents.” He agrees to work on a farm to buy himself some time, but finds himself elbow-deep in lust for the pretty woman who owns the farm. If another “accident” hurts her, he’ll never be able to forgive himself.

How long did it take you to write this book?

RUN TO HER took 2 years to write. Initially, it was an erotic contemporary. Sex plays an important role in Gabe and Leigh’s growth, and there was a TON of sex scenes in the first draft. There was also a secondary plot line in the story that included Gabe’s ex-girlfriend and Leigh’s ex-boyfriend. Many of my writer friends suggested that the story would flow better with the “exes,” so I recrafted the book and set aside the secondary plot line. I’m glad I did. The romance between Gabe and Leigh takes center stage, and I got to know them very well through all of my rewrites. I hope you like them, too.

Thanks for the interview, Lynn!

She avoids men like him. He needs a woman like her. One lie changes everything…

Gabriel Antonov is a mechanic who can fix anything, even a woman’s hesitance. His talents have earned him the well-deserved reputation as a player, but when a routine one-night stand goes wrong, he’s haunted by what he’s done. Nothing can free him from those depraved memories, until he meets Leigh Nelson.

Leigh avoids strong, silent types like Gabe, who is stronger and quieter than most guys. The only man she’s focused on is her father, who is suffering from a devastating health crisis. She’ll do anything to help him, even at the cost of ignoring her own well-being, but the stress is getting to her. Gabe’s strength is tough to resist, and his silence might be hiding a crushing secret only she can understand.

He can’t outrun his gut-deep craving for her. Problem is, she’s running from him. When they’re marooned in his lakeside cabin, he might finally catch her…if he can admit why he’s falling apart without her.


A fat raindrop splattered on the porch screen. And another. Tiny fragments of water landed on Leigh’s shoulder like little kisses. A shiver trickled across her back, forcing her to step toward the center of the porch to avoid getting wet.

The carefree humor fled from his expression. His gaze dropped to the tips of her toes and slowly rose up her legs, her body, her face. Gabe locked eyes with her, reached out, and opened his hand.

An invitation.

She gazed at his broad palm and dark memories rose, fueled by a violent incident that flashed through her mind whenever a big man got close…but this man was different. Gabe used his considerable strength to protect, not dominate. Months ago, he’d pulled off the Interstate to help her when no one else had. After that, he’d showed up to run with her when no one else would. And a few minutes ago, he’d tamed his powerful Harley so she’d enjoy the ride when no one else seemed to care if she had any fun. Even tiny things like ladybugs received his special brand of kindness.

She had no reason to believe Gabe would willfully hurt her. Even so, her heart tripped at the sight of the thick rope of muscle along his arm.

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Lynn Kellan writes contemporary romance about strong men who have a weakness for smart women. She believes men and women aren’t that different, because everyone wants to be with someone who will empty the dishwasher. To prepare for her career as a romance author, she fell in love with bad boys, burly athletes, battle-hardened Marines…and married a chemist. Lynn has won numerous writing contests and served two terms as President of her local Romance Writers of America chapter, but she feels a true sense of accomplishment whenever she doesn’t embarrass her teenaged kids.

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Ancient Ties by Marie Johnston

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Kaitlyn Savoy might’ve been raised human, but she’s fully embraced her shifter side in her role as Guardian. Protecting her species calls to her blood, but unfortunately, so does her new partner. She pretends indifference to his cutting remarks about her heritage and the inconvenient blackouts she experiences after each shift.

Chayton Eagle’s honorable bloodlines include an ancient father and full-blooded Sioux mother. When he joins the West Creek Guardians and meets Kaitlyn, he can’t believe fate chose her to be his mate. But it’s too late. He already swore himself to another female.

When the two Guardians have to partner for a mission, it brings them too close to resist their attraction. Until Chayton discovers the promise he made in the past may kill his future.


He pulled away from the house to drive slowly through town. There wasn’t much traffic, but like most shifter colonies, they made their actions count and didn’t waste time running errands.

His smile died. “When we go hunt, we’ll hike into the woods and hide our gear. We shift and search, but we leave town the way we came.”

The shifting thing again? “Ashamed?”

Chayton abruptly pulled to the side of the road. He twisted in his seat to face her, his dark eyes deadly serious. “Any weakness will get exploited here, Kaitlyn. You think I’m a dick, wait until you meet every other shifter in this colony. This isn’t a place touched by modern inclusive thinking. Their motto is still the strong survive and if anyone finds out a Guardian roams their streets to enforce how someone else says to govern them and she can’t shift normally, they will use your shifting defect as an example. Mato wouldn’t allow anything less.”




Marie Johnston lives in the upper-Midwest with her husband, four kids, and an old cat. Deciding to trade in her lab coat for a laptop, she’s writing down all the tales she’s been making up in her head for years. An avid reader of paranormal romance, these are the stories hanging out and waiting to be told, between the demands of work, home, and the endless chauffeuring that comes with children.

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Regenerate by Sarita Leone

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The Octopus isn’t an urban myth—and its agents are anything but ordinary. The intelligence bureau is so well-hidden most doubt its existence. A handful know its location. And fewer walk the halls in the subterranean compound.

Benjamin Sinclair didn’t ask to be a scientific miracle but every mission has its risks and one perfectly-placed bullet ended his life—for a brief moment in time.

Nicole Anima battles demons every day. Life as a paranormal resources operative gives her tortured mind a rest—and keeps her from contemplating her own death.

When Anima and Sinclair partner on a globe-trotting race to eliminate the threat about to cripple humanity, all hell breaks loose. Leaping from planes, crashing into continents, dealing with voodoo priestesses, and running through jungles with zombies hot on their trail doesn’t leave much time for romance, but this duo somehow manages to sizzle.

Two agents. Telepathic mind paired with regenerated commando. One world—and a mission to save it.


“He’s no man,” she whispered.

Sinclair and the rest of the zombie operatives would never be acceptable in her eyes. She had no idea how many there were and didn’t intend to ask. One was too many as far as she was concerned. To have any of them called a man was unbearable.

All traces of lightness vanished from the voice coming through the phone.

“No time to split hairs. What he is—or isn’t—isn’t important. What does matter is getting both your asses in here as fast as possible. And, like it or not—and I know just which side of the fence you’re on—you will work with Sinclair.”

“No.” One last stand, just because she could.

“Refusal is not an option. Am I understood, Agent Anima?”

She didn’t have to answer because, in the end, they both knew the truth. Refusal wasn’t an option.

She tapped the screen with her fingertip. She put the cell back into the cupboard and closed the door. The security system engaged the instant the wooden panel shut.

Nicole headed for the bathroom. Time to take a two-minute shower, jump into some clothes and grab a firearm before an escort arrived to deliver her to headquarters. No more, no less.

She’d apply minimal makeup on the plane. If there weren’t a pile of documents demanding her perusal, she’d get some sleep. It would probably be the last hours of peace she’d experience in the foreseeable future.



Sarita Leone is an award-winning author who has written romance in many forms including Regency, paranormal, and contemporary. She loves happily-ever-afters in any setting!

When she’s not writing, Ms. Leone spends her time hiking, learning languages, and traveling. She loves adventure and can pack a suitcase, grab her passport, and hit the road in less time than it takes to peel an apple!


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Toru: Wayfarer Returns by Stephanie R. Sorensen

Today I’m hosting Stephanie R. Sorensen and her historical steampunk, Toru: Wayfarer Returns. Stephanie is giving away a $50 Amazon/B&N gift card. So make sure to comment, check out the other stops on the tour, and enter the Rafflecopter giveaway! Stephanie is also here today to give us an interview!

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Do you ever wish you were someone else? Who?

As a writer, I spend a great deal of time imagining myself as someone else. Many someone elses! I enjoy getting inside the heads of my characters and imagining their interactions and feelings. One of the main delights in both writing and reading for me is being someone else for a while. For example, I’ve always wanted to go into space, but I’m exceedingly nearsighted and not the most athletic pencil in the box, so that dream goes into the “Highly Unlikely” category. Flying all the way to Mars in such a realistic way was marvelous, thanks to author Andrew Weir through his protagonist in “The Martian,” all without actual risk of death.

However, I’ve never wanted to be someone else permanently. In fact, my very first essay, written in first grade as a sentence completion exercise, consisted of the following: “When I grow up, I want to be me.” I can still remember gravely pondering other options, along with various career paths and identities, and rejecting them all in favor of essential me-ness. I did want to be an elf, but my elders explained that was not an option.

What did you do on your last birthday?

My husband and I drove 500 miles each way to pick up a puppy. She was my birthday present. A little Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, a ruby and white Blenheim. She is outgoing and energetic and loves demanding attention during writing sessions. She also enjoys hunting butterflies.

What part of the writing process do you dread?

That point about two thirds of the way through the first draft. You are out in the middle of the rushing river of writing with the rope of the core story line held between your teeth, swimming like crazy to reach the opposite shore and the dry land of a first draft. But you are weary, and the finish line is still far away, and the idea that seemed so great when you started is now the stupidest idea a human brain ever invented. All comfort (“You can fix it on the re-write!”) seems hollow and empty and you are possessed by overwhelming urges to caulk the cracks on your unreachable second story window frames or take up the study of Tibetan. It is misery.

My husband is a recording engineer, and he finds that same moment with his rock bands when they come up to track their albums. They lay down rough cuts of each song, which is fun and lively, but then they have to go in and repeat recordings until they have a really strong performance of each song so they can move on to the mix stage. (“Editing” for music.) At some point, they are sick of all their songs, hate their album and just want to be done, but they are not done. He tells them, “You wanted to swim the English Channel, and you trained and prepared and now you are in the water, two thirds of the way across. You cannot give up now. Keep going. France is out there. Now play it again.”

So I guess it is a universal point in the creative process. I just mutter to myself, “France is out there. Keep writing.” I get a lot of laundry and dusting done until I can summon the courage to start up again.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

I don’t suffer from writer’s block exactly, but I do suffer from a busy life and lots of people who want me to do things with them and for them. I like them, and theoretically want to be a good person who helps others, but I get filled with purple rage when I’ve planned a writing day and something comes up. I’m getting better at defending my time, but I can lose whole days because someone interrupted me or wanted a meeting in the middle of a planned writing session. It’s not really writer’s block, for if I know I have an uninterrupted patch of time ahead of me, the writing usually flows pretty well, but if I know I will be disturbed, I cannot get down to work. I need to solve this so I can use smaller chunks of time to write, but for the moment it’s a real problem for me.

Tell us about your latest release.

“Tōru: Wayfarer Returns” is a story about a young man in 1850s Japan who wants to save his country from encroaching Western powers. It’s got a lot of real Japanese history and culture and figures in it, but it’s an alternate history flavored with hints of steampunk and a sweet romance. Basically revolutionary samurai with dirigibles take on foreign invaders. I love Japan and lived there for several years, so the story is a way of sharing that experience with others, wrapped up in an adventure story. It’s more New Adult or Adult than teen YA. The story and characters are pretty upbeat and earnest, so not a good fit for fans of dark dystopias, horror, erotica or violent action-adventure. Historical fiction and historical fantasy fans interested in Japan enjoy it quite a bit.

Thanks for the interview, Stephanie!

A nation encircled by enemies

A noblewoman with everything to lose

A fisherman with everything to prove and a nation to save.

In Japan of 1852, the peace imposed by the Tokugawa Shoguns has lasted 250 years. Peace has turned to stagnation, however, as commoners grow impoverished and their lords restless. Swords rust. Martial values decay. Foreign barbarians circle the island nation’s closed borders like vultures.

Tōru, a shipwrecked young fisherman rescued by traders and taken to America, defies the Shogun’s ban on returning to Japan, determined to save his homeland from foreign invasion. Can he rouse his countrymen in time? Or will the cruel Shogun carry out his vow to execute all who set foot in Japan after traveling abroad? Armed only with his will, a few books, dirigible plans and dangerous ideas, Tōru must transform the Emperor’s realm before the Black Ships come.

Recognition for “Toru: Wayfarer Returns”
— Finalist, Fantasy category, 2016 Next Generation Indie Book Awards
— Bronze Medal Award, Multicultural Fiction category, 2016 eLit Book Awards

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“Rather than argue with them, you should invite them to make the first flight with you,” said Takamori. “At first they will agree, since it is their place as the leaders. Everyone is very excited about the dirigibles. Set the time and place for the first flight. Jiro should explain that is not a good time because of the wind or something technical that needs testing first. You argue with Jiro and perhaps even scold him for impertinence in front of the daimyōs.”

“Yes, I am often scolded for impertinence,” said Jiro. “I have a talent for it, you know.”

“Indeed you do,” said Tōru. He saw where Takamori was going. “Then they notice the risks and uncertainties…and they ask me if it is safe. I tell them honestly that we have no idea if it is safe or if it will work, and that we might all crash to a fiery death and therefore perhaps I should test it first myself before we endanger them.”

“And I will be impertinent again and tell you in front of them that you don’t have a clue how to fly one of these dirijibi!” Jiro finished the plan for them. “Which is also true, by the way. I know how to fly one of these, and you don’t.”

“You’ve never flown one either,” protested Tōru.

“I have built one. Almost. Soon. How many have you built?” asked Jiro, with his broad grin.

Tōru opened his mouth and closed it again.

“See? Problem solved,” said Takamori, as he pounded Tōru on the back. “We have a fine dirijibi pilot, the finest dirijibi pilot in all of Japan, our good man Jiro here.”



Stephanie is a writer based in the Victorian mining town of Leadville, Colorado, where she lives at 10,251 feet with her husband, five chickens, two bantam English game hens and one Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. After a former life in big cities-New York City, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Boston, Mexico City, Atlanta, Los Angeles and Santa Fe-she now enjoys the birdsong and quiet writing time she finds in Leadville. Her first novel draws on her experience living and working in Japan; her next historical novel is set in Mexico where she also lived for several years. As a Leadville local, she likes her Victorian attire spiced with a little neo-Victorian futurism and the biggest bustle possible.


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Becoming Dragon by Eve Langlais

Today I’m hosting Eve Langlais and her contemporary romance, Becoming Dragon. Eve is giving away a $50 Amazon/B&N gift card to one lucky winner, as well as three print copies of Becoming Dragon to three lucky winners (international). So make sure to comment, check out the other stops on the tour, and enter the Rafflecopter giveaway! Eve is also here today to give us an interview!

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What group did you hang out with in high school?

I was a bit of a book nerd, and a shy military brat, so I often hung out by myself. I preferred the company of books.

What are you passionate about these days?

My family. My hubby and kids are my world. I do everything for them.

If you had to do your journey to getting published all over again, what would you do differently?

Nothing. My path led me to where I am today. Mistakes only make us learn to be better.

Ebook or print? And why?

I read in ebook but love the feel of print. LOL. I have gotten rid of most of my print books because of dust and space, but kept some out of pure nostalgia.

What is your favorite scene in this book?

The dialogue between Aimi and Brandon is priceless. She is so convinced the world revolves around her. And he just can’t figure her out.

“Are you looking for compliments?” Her lips curved. “I claimed you because you intrigue me. It is hard enough to find an unmated male, but to find one who is handsome and strong and not a mama’s boy…” She reached out a hand to trace his lower lip. “That was not a prize I could ignore.”

“I won’t be owned.” His uncle and Andrew and Bittech had thought to own him once upon a time. He wouldn’t let that happen again.

“But I take ever such good care of my things. Wait until you see my hoard.”

Thanks for the interview, Eve!

Can he embrace the beast within?

I’m a monster. That’s what Brandon thinks when he flees the medical institute that changed him. Living a normal life isn’t in the cards for him because, while he can hide his scaly skin, his wings are hard to miss. So he runs and lives in the shadows where monsters belong. What he didn’t expect to find were others just like him, and they call themselves dragons. Or so Aimi with the violet eyes tells him when she pins him to the ground.

Seriously, though, dragons?

He doesn’t want to believe, but the evidence is mounting. Not helping his resolve is the fact that the woman with the silver hair doesn’t fear the monster and wants to claim him.

However, before he can think of his own happiness, he has to rescue his little sister. Uncle Theo kidnapped her, and Brandon will do anything to get her back, even if he must embrace the monster within to become the dragon.


“What do you mean, what am I?” Her brow crinkled. “I am the same thing you are.” Her shoulders drew back, her head tilted imperially, and for a moment, shadowy wings glistened silver at her back. “We are dragon.”

At her serious claim, he gaped then snorted before he outright laughed.

“Why are you giggling?” She seemed perturbed at his reaction.

“Men don’t giggle. We guffaw. And I’m guffawing because that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard. I’m no dragon. I’m nothing anymore but a fucking mess.” Bitter words for a bitter fate.



A New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author

Hello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at home mom who writes full time in between juggling my three kids, hubby, and housework, I write hot romance with a bit of a twist. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and shifters. Lots of different breeds of shifters. I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their woman and then drive them insane…with pleasure of course.I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.


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Call To Honor by Tawny Weber

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“No man left behind” is inscribed in the DNA of every SEAL and Lieutenant Diego Torres is no exception. But with a team member killed—and the body missing— Diego’s honor is sorely tested. Now his career and reputation are on the line, and a traitor is hiding among them. Diego wants answers…and only one woman has them.

Single mom Harper Maclean has two priorities—raising her son Nathan and starting a new life. Her mysterious new neighbor may be impossibly charming, but Diego asks too many questions about her past—and about the father of her child. Questions she fears will reveal her burning attraction for Diego, and ultimately put them all in danger’s path.


IT PAYS TO be a winner.

And Diego Torres was a big believer in winning.

But it was the winning that he liked.

The competition.

The thrill of testing his skills, pushing his limits. Of knowing he was better than his adversary.

Yeah. He liked knowing he was the best.

He didn’t do it for reward.

Especially not when the reward came by way of the pomp and pageantry of a ceremony like today. Standing onstage in front of the various platoons that made up SEAL Team 7, listening to Admiral Cree pontificate was a pain in the ass. What made it worse wasn’t the couple hundred sets of eyes inspecting him or the discomfort of his dress whites, too tight across the shoulders.

It was the damned shoes. Diego’s toes pinched in the mirror-bright black patent leather, begging him to flex. He didn’t, of course. Not while standing at attention. But damn. Give him a pair of combat boots any day.

As the sun baked through his cap and the heat of the morning swirled around, he wondered what yahoo had decided to hold this ceremony outdoors. And why it felt so much hotter standing in the San Diego sun in whites than it did in the Afghan desert in full combat gear. Probably because combat gear fit him better.

Diego had spent a large portion of his life fighting over the wrong things. He’d fought over turf. He’d fought over gang colors. Hell, if the mood struck, he’d have fought over just how blue the sky was. It’d taken a bullet barely missing his heart to clue him in to the fact that maybe the things he was fighting over simply weren’t worth dying for.




New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author of more than forty books, Tawny Weber loves writing about sexy heroes, most notably her popular Navy SEALs series. Her sassy, emotional romances are filled with men dedicated to being the best—and women determined to have the best. Tawny credits her ex-military alpha husband for inspiration in her writing, and in her life. The recipient of numerous writing accolades, including Romantic Times Reviewers Choice and in addition to the NY Times and USA Today bestseller lists, Tawny has also hit the number one spot on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

A homeschooling mom, Tawny enjoys scrapbooking, gardening and spending time with her family and dogs in her Northern California home.

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Ghost Witching by Ally Shields

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by Ally Shields

New Orleans inside the world of the Maggie York Paranormal Mysteries

Since Ghost Witching and Ghost Walking (book 1) are written primarily from Maggie York’s point of view, it’s important to know what influences her perceptions of the city.

Maggie was born in New Orleans, but her parents took her away as an infant and she was raised without any contact with New Orleans or her relatives who live there. She had a no-nonsense upbringing where magic and the paranormal were never mentioned.

After preparing for a career in law enforcement, she accepted a position with the New Orleans Police Dept. over her parents’ objection. When book one opens, she has been a NOPD homicide cop for several years. Prior to six months ago, she knew nothing about paranormal activity in New Orleans except some of the locals and many tourists believed in all kinds of witchcraft, voodoo, hoodoo, and ghostly beings.

Then she had a near-death experience from a sniper’s bullet, came back seeing ghosts, and a relative arrived claiming her family was from a long line of witches. Maggie doesn’t believe it, and even when forced to accept some portions of this new reality, she remains skeptical and resistant.

So, what the reader knows is only what Maggie experiences and gradually comes to acknowledge.

It begins with a single ghost and a few protection stones, a protective ward or two to keep the ghosts away. By Ghost Witching (book two) more of this underground culture is emerging with other witches, including the Witching Hour Society, a trio of ghostly murder victims, and a warning that other, more aggressive types exist.

Whether there are vampires, werecreatures, elves, demons, or other paranormal beings in the city is currently unknown. Maggie hasn’t seen or heard them…yet. But New Orleans has long been a mysterious city where anything can happen. As Maggie accepts her powers and they begin to expand, who knows what beings may emerge to challenge her?

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Too many ghosts is never a good thing…

Detectives Maggie York and Josh Brandt’s latest murder case comes at the wrong moment. She just moved out on him and wants to “cool it.” But complications throw them together more than usual. Even for New Orleans, the case is unique—with way too many suspects and creepy things—ghosts, snakes, curses, not to mention the witches.

Maggie and Josh try to make sense of it all and resist finding consolation in each other’s arms. Then Josh’s ex-fiancee, a curvy blonde, arrives from Boston, making a touchy situation impossible.

But this killer won’t wait for them to sort out their personal lives, and the situation spins out of control…


Stopping abruptly on the front door threshold, Maggie swept her gaze across the living room of the Garden District Victorian home, taking in the body of the matronly female victim and the carcass of the presumed killer sprawled on the polished floor. She drew in a shallow breath and placed one hand on the door frame, letting the eerie feel of the scene roll over her. It happened every time. She used to wonder why—before she knew her family origins. Now she just accepted it.

Her partner, New Orleans homicide detective Joshua Brandt and currently estranged lover, moved past her, no doubt welcoming the coolness of the air-conditioning. Unhampered by the strange sensations she experienced, he squatted next to the body.

Maggie closed the door, leaving the humid August heat outside, and circled to the far side of the victim. She noted, discarded, or filed away each detail, searching for the ones that would eventually lead them to a human predator.

Interesting scene, to say the least. Two sets of reddened punctures, one on the victim’s neck, the other on the left cheek. But no blood, only a faint odor of death thanks to the hard-working AC. Pleasant features—or would have been if the eyes weren’t wide open and fixed in a vacant stare—a few extra pounds but not excessive, hints of gray at the temples and roots of her short brunette hair. She’d been due for a touchup. A modern grandmother in faded jeans and a white shirt hanging open over a pale blue tank top.




Ally Shields grew up in the Midwest along the Mississippi River, still considers herself “a river rat,” and currently resides near Des Moines. After a career in law and juvenile justice, she turned to full-time fiction writing in 2009. Her first urban fantasy, Awakening the Fire (Guardian Witch #1) was published in 2012, and she currently has twelve published novels. She loves to travel in the US and abroad and incorporates many of those settings into her books. Ms. Shields welcomes reader contact through her website and can frequently be found on Twitter.

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