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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Teaser Blitz: Golden Dancer by Tara Lain




Who knew ballet could be so dangerous? 
Bestselling author, Tara Lain, plunges into the world of romantic suspense in her Dangerous Dancers series.  Combining kidnapping, theft, mayhem and murder with Lain’s renowned romantic touch, these books keep your blood pumping and your focus en pointe.


Golden Dancer 
(Dangerous Dancers Series, #1)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:
A reporter and the thief he's investigating both fall for a golden dancer forging a ménage of love and lies that could send one to prison and one to the morgue. Will he get his story or will he get his men?


Mac Macallister is obsessed. The online news reporter needs enough evidence to write a story accusing billionaire art collector Daniel Terrebone of stealing The Golden Dancer, a priceless work of art, from son-of-a-Nazi Horst Von Berg. The story promises the recognition Mac craves. Then Mac meets a real golden dancer, ballet star Trelain Medveyev, and his attraction to the man rocks his formerly straight world.

When the mysterious Terrebone "collects" this beautiful dancer, too, Mac rushes to the rescue like a knight in shining cargo pants and plunges into a three-way passion that tears him between love and guilt. Can Mac keep investigating when his story could send one man to prison and another to the morgue? Will this reporter get his story or get his men?

Publisher's Note: This book has previously been released elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for re-release with Pride Publishing. 




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Release Date:

May 10, 2016


Excerpt



Mac turned. Trelain rocked what he guessed would be called a dressing gown. It was a long robe, but more substantial than a bathrobe, and clearly made of silk. Far from an English country-house paisley, this was in some watercolor print of aqua and gold. I must be allergic to silk because, man, it is tough to breathe. In that get-up, the person in front of him could be a woman, and a very beautiful one at that. The face was a really handsome guy, but the golden hair softened everything. Jeez, it played with his mind.

“Mac?”

Shit. He’d been staring. “Yeah. Here’s the stuff.” He pulled the little bottle from his jacket pocket where he’d stashed it in the restaurant.

Trelain took it and walked toward the kitchen, putting the analgesic in his robe pocket. “Can’t I tempt you with something more interesting than water? Some champagne, perhaps?” He didn’t wait for an answer—just removed the foil on the bottle and opened the cage with the precise six turns. Mac knew that piece of erudite trivia from the story he’d done on champagne last year. Trelain applied a thumb to the cork and, pop, it opened with the soft sound that indicated he knew what he was doing and hadn’t damaged the wine. He poured into the sides of two flutes and held one out to Mac. “Come sit.”

Trelain installed himself on the couch, set down his glass, pulled the little bottle from his pocket and opened it. He sniffed tentatively.

Mac laughed. “It won’t bite, I promise. Just drip some into your palm and then apply it to the area that hurts. I’d better get a washcloth so you can wipe clean afterward.” He walked to the kitchenette, found a clean towel, wet it then crossed to the chair. Trelain dropped a little of the blue liquid with the strong cinnamon smell into his long, slender hand. He sniffed again, raised a leg onto the couch, and uncovered himself up to his thigh. Shee-it. He’d seen his parents’ feet and legs thousands of times, but this felt…intimate. Trelain’s feet were heavily callused, the toes pushed together as only a true dancer’s could be. And the leg? It looked more like something carved from marble than from flesh. Sculpted, hard as stone.

Trelain began to run the scented liquid over the back of his calf and up onto his thigh. Jesus, he was playing patty-cake. “No, dig in. Really work it into the muscles.”

Trelain dug in for a couple of strokes but then pulled back his hands and shook them. Yeah, massaging marble couldn’t be easy. But crap, his leg hurt, and the magic blue stuff could help if he just did it right. Mac shook his head. “That’s not going to get the job done.”

“Sorry. I’m spoiled. I have a masseuse that travels with the company.”

In frustration, Mac rose and sat beside the man on the couch, handing him the damp towel. He grabbed the bottle from the table and dotted some of the warming liquid into his palm. “Here, let me.” He grabbed the dancer’s foot, pulled it into his lap, and began rubbing the carved muscle of Trelain’s leg with deep, penetrating strokes. “Like this.” One stroke, and he knew this was not his father. In fact, it was a hell of a mistake.

The beautiful head hit the back of the couch. “Chyort! That feels incredible.” Trelain moaned. Mac tried to pretend he didn’t feel the satin texture of that skin, like silk over steel.

Mac cleared his throat. “You, uh, really have to dig in, this way.” Mac’s fingers pushed into hard muscle, the liquid warming his fingers. Yeah, it wasn’t his fingers he was worried about. Why was he doing this?

Trelain moaned luxuriously, his head moving back and forth against the couch. That wasn’t all that was moving. Holy shit. This wasn’t happening. The front of the silk robe rose like an expensive tent. Wasn’t the guy wearing any underwear under that thing?

He felt like a damned snake charmer. He couldn’t look away or stop doing the thing making that serpent rise. He just kept rubbing. Trelain’s eyes stayed closed. Most guys would make a joke. He said nothing.



About the Author


Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!


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Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Donna Grant's "Smoke and Fire" Blog Tour



Welcome to the SMOKE AND FIRE Blog Tour! 
To celebrate the release of SMOKE AND FIRE and the season of Spring,  there is also a DRAGON EGG HUNT going on throughout the tour! Exciting, right? Certain stops throughout the tour will have something special to share with you which will provide you with an extra entry for the giveaway. Just like a traditional egg hunt, you're going to have to search for these items/information!! Find out more information about the Dragon Egg Hunt at the bottom of the post!

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Smoke and Fire 
(Dark Kings Series, #9)
By Donna Grant


Blurb:
She wanted to touch him. There had always been something about being in his arms that made her feel as if she could tackle anything and the world wouldn’t dare get in her way…

SWORN TO PROTECT
A dragon shapeshifter and a computer mastermind, Ryder is sent to guard Glasgow after a devastating Dark attack. But when memories of an explosive affair come back to him-in the flesh-Ryder cannot help but want to protect the woman who haunts his dreams. Even if means shifting into the dragon he was never supposed to reveal…

DRIVEN TO DESIRE
Kinsey could never get enough of Ryder. His every touch only left her wanting more. But now that she’s seen him in his true form, Kinsey’s world is rocked to the core. She knows that to stay-and feel-alive, she must be with Ryder. But is Kinsey’s passion worth the risk of danger that comes with being a part of Ryder’s dark and fierce world?




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 Excerpts


Ryder sat back and blew out a breath, feeling a flutter of nerves. He laced his fingers behind his head and only realized then that Dmitri was still in the room. He slid his gaze to Dmitri.
“What are you up to?” Dmitri asked. “You know that lass. I could see it on your face. If you have Tristan bring her up here, you’ll feel Con’s wrath.”
Ryder dropped his hands to the arms of his chair. “That occurs all the time, and I do know Kinsey. I’m no’ yet sure why she’s here. But I aim to find out.”
“Meaning?” Dmitri urged.
“We were lovers three years ago. Until I realized that I’d fallen in love with her. I didna want anyone to know that our spell preventing us from feeling deeply for humans no longer worked with me.”
Dmitri leaned forward, his brow furrowed deeply. “That was around the time Hal fell in love with Cassie.”
“Cassie arrived at Dreagan right after I returned from Glasgow.”
“All right,” Dmitri said as he rubbed his jaw. “So you fell in love before Hal. No’ a big deal.”
Ryder lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “I suppose no’. No’ compared to her seeing me in dragon form a few weeks ago when I was in Glasgow to protect the city from the Dark invasion.”
“Oh, fuck.”
Anger crackled through him every time he thought about how close Kinsey came to dying that night. If Ryder hadn’t been there, she would’ve been taken by the Dark, her soul drained. “There was a Dark after her. I shifted into human form to help her. Unfortunately, she saw it all.”
“And?” Dmitri pressed with a brown brow raised.
Ryder looked at the screens, following Kinsey from one to the other as Tristan walked her to the manor. “I’ve never seen anyone so terrified before.”
“Of the Dark?”
Ryder wished. That night still haunted him. No matter how many times he thought over what happened, there hadn’t been another way to save her. “Of me. I can still hear her scream before she ran away.”
“So she doesna know you’re here?”
“I doona believe so. She’d rather walk through the fires of Hell than be anywhere near me.”
Dmitri sat there for a moment before he gave a slow shake of his head. “You’re having Tristan bring her to you, are you no’?”
“I am.”
“That . . . could be a bad move.”

“It probably is.” In more ways than one.



Kinsey felt as if she’d been run over by a train. Her heart began to knock against her ribs. There was a rushing in her ears, and she was sure her knees were going to buckle at any second.
How was it even possible that she was staring into Ryder’s hazel eyes that were a beautiful mixture of green and gold? His blond hair was cropped short on the sides with a little more length on the top. It didn’t matter if his hair was long as it used to be or short, he still took her breath away.
Was it his chiseled jaw or penetrating gaze? It could be his mouth and the wonderful things those lips could do to her. She knew there was a possibility it was his body, honed to perfection without an ounce of fat anywhere.
But he wasn’t human.
She needed to remember that.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded.
For a moment, he didn’t move as he looked at her. Then he sat back in his chair and swept his hand from one side of the room to the other. “This is my domain.”
She was damn good at her job, but Ryder exceeded her talent by miles and miles. “You asked for me specifically. Why? Because you had to talk? You could’ve just called instead of going to such lengths.”
“I didna send for you.”
There were few times in her life where Kinsey experienced full-on, please-let-the-floor-open-up-and-swallow-me embarrassment. Today, right at that moment, was the worst she’d ever suffered to a degree that nothing would ever compare.
She wanted to shrink away and disappear, to stop looking into his hazel eyes and trying to figure out what was going on. What did Ryder mean he didn’t send for her? Someone had. She didn’t just show up on a whim.
The room began to tilt. Kinsey blinked rapidly. She wouldn’t faint. She’d never fainted in her life, and she certainly wasn’t going to do it in front of Ryder. Hadn’t she experienced her embarrassment quota for the next forty years?
Beside her, Tristan cleared his throat. “Kinsey, I think there might’ve been a wee bit of a mistake.”
“There’s not,” she said and glanced over her shoulder into Tristan’s dark gaze. “And I can prove it.” 



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Donna Grant is the New York Timesand USA Today bestselling author of the sizzling Dark King series featuring dragons, immortal Highlanders, and the Fae.

She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.

Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.





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DRAGON EGG HUNT

We mentioned earlier in the post that there is a DRAGON EGG HUNT going on throughout the tour. There are 9 "Dragon Eggs" (i.e. Blog Tour Stops) throughout the blog tour. Each representing one of the books in the series! The fun part is that, like a regular egg hunt, you'll have to find these special stops and then FIND the "Dragon Egg". The "Dragon Egg" is actually information within the site. Yup, site. ;) You'll have to visit each tour host, each day to see if they have a Dragon Egg for you to find. The Rafflecopter widget will provide you with the hint. The hint will be a questions or it will ask you for specific information. The DRAGON EGG HUNT is a fun and interactive activity that will provide you, the reader with some insightful information about the series!

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Soldier of Love
(Hometown Heroes series, #5)
by Allie Boniface

Blurb: 

Franny Thompson has owned a bed and breakfast in Lindsey Point for the last five years, ever since a family tragedy left her broken. Running The Hideaway has been good therapy, but this thirty-year old doesn’t have the slightest idea about dating, fashion, or men. When a lonely soldier comes to town in need of a place to live, she offers him an empty room to rent, never dreaming he’s about to change her world.

Heath Garrick has spent the last 17 years as an active duty solider, but when he retires from the Army, he finds himself plagued by PTSD and no place to call home, until he moves to Lindsey Point and Franny offers him a room. Franny is quirky and naive, everything he’s never wanted in a woman – and everything he might just need.

As Franny and Heath find comfort in each other’s friendship, a powerful attraction develops. But when a national magazine chooses The Hideaway for a makeover, they are thrust into the spotlight. For Franny, it’s a dream come true. For Heath, it’s the worst kind of trouble. Can two lonely souls help each other find love and hope again, or are some battle scars too deep ever to heal?



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Franny looked at the lighthouse, and the early evening light illuminated her profile. Cute, button nose, full lips, crazy curls. Heath’s gaze dropped before he could help it. Something stirred in his groin. Keep your distance, he told himself for the second time in days. Last thing this sweet thing needs is you messing with her.

But the more he looked at her, the calmer he felt, as if his nightmare from earlier had happened a hundred years ago. Or maybe not at all.

“Would you like some ice cream?” she asked in the stillness. “There’s a really good stand about a quarter mile up the road. Benny’s Place.”

Dinner in the backyard. Simple conversation. A gorgeous sunset, a kind woman, and ice cream at a local place overlooking the bay. Something splintered inside Heath, a longing to enjoy it all without feeling as if he stood outside it, watching and yearning and not belonging. His feet jounced on the ground. His pulse stuttered. He had no control over when the anxiety came, when the tremors or the memories would explode from nowhere and jolt his senses into overdrive.

“I think I’ll take a raincheck on the ice cream.”

Franny looped her arm through the picnic basket. “Sure. Another time.”

“Thank you for dinner,” he said as he stood up. “Everything was perfect. Especially the company.” Then, on impulse, he bent down and kissed her cheek.


He expected it to feel like kissing a sister, or his aunt, courteous and nothing more. What he didn’t expect was the rush of hot desire that moved through him or the way Franny turned so that her lips met his. Without thinking, Heath snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her tight against his chest. The picnic basket fell to the ground. For one long, amazing moment, his tongue took possession of her mouth, and she melted in his arms. A tiny whimper left her lips…



Heath pulled away from the Corner Lounge with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding Franny’s hand. Butterflies beat a mad pattern in her chest, her stomach, and the back of her throat. Most shops along Main Street were buttoned up by now. The stoplight had changed to a blinking yellow, the way it always did at nine. A cop car sat near one of the beach entrances, but as they passed, Franny could see Jeremy Evans inside checking his phone and yawning. Good old Lindsey Point. She stole a glance at Heath. Or maybe boring old Lindsey Point. Maybe he couldn’t stand the lack of action or sound. Maybe he longed to be back overseas, back in the thick of things, where days and nights made sense from a soldier’s point of view. She wanted to ask him. She didn’t dare ask him.

The coast slid by and then disappeared as he took a detour from Main Street and climbed a side road that wound into the hills. At a pull-off marked with a blue Scenic Lookout sign, he braked and turned off the engine.

“It’s beautiful here.”

The town center lay below them, cloaked in darkness except for a few white lights here and there. No sound. Franny rolled down the window to hear the reassuring rhythm of the waves. “It is,” she agreed. “Sometimes I forget. When you grow up in a place and see things every day, even a lighthouse or a beach or a sunset over the water, you get used to them.” The night sky, pricked with stars and a quarter-moon, hung over them. “Then I spent some time away, and when I came back, it was crazy to think I could have gotten used to any of this.”

He didn’t answer. Am I babbling? Or boring him? He’d said little after dinner. Even less since they’d gotten into his truck.

“That was part of why I opened the Hideaway,” she went on, to fill the silence. “I thought other people should see what I get to see every day.” Plus, of course, it had been therapy, rebuilding her life after everything shattered. She swallowed. She couldn’t tell Heath those details. Not yet. Finally she looked over at him.

He was smiling.

“What?”

He shook his head, and then, before she knew what was happening, he slid across the seat and took her face in his hands, pinning her against the door and kissing her like they’d been apart a thousand days.


She didn’t say a word. It took all she had to remember how to breathe, and then it almost didn’t matter if she did, because the way his tongue and his lips and hands were moving, if she died right now it wouldn’t be a terrible thing. She drank him in and pulled him as close as she could. His knee hit the gear shift. Her elbow bumped the window. Still the kiss went on, making her dizzy. His mouth moved to her ear, then slid down her neck while his hands roamed over and then under her shirt. At the first touch on her bare skin, she gasped…





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About The Author

Allie Boniface is the USA Today best-selling author of over a dozen novels, including the Cocktail Cruise, Hometown Heroes, and Pine Point series. Her books are set in small towns and feature emotional, thought-provoking, sensual romance with relatable characters you'll know and love. 

A graduate of the University of Rochester and Case Western Reserve University, Allie currently lives in a small town in the beautiful Hudson Valley of New York with her husband and their two furry felines. When she isn't teaching high school English, she likes to travel, lose herself in great music, or go for a long run and think about her next small town story. 







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