Today I have another fabulous 1NS cover reveal. Author Leigh Ellwood sent along a teaser for A Different Class.
A Different Class - Leigh Ellwood
A Decadent Publishing 1Night Stand
Not everybody is looking forward to the FDR High Class of 2004
reunion. A courtesy call to a disgruntled alum leaves Glenn Carson shaken and
saddened that anybody would let old memories fester into anger. He hopes to
ease the frustration of planning the reunion with a relaxing and passionate 1
Known as “Mumbles” to former classmates, Rod Maloney would prefer
to focus on the present, and his successful business. Past tragedies continue
to haunt him, however, and he wants Madame Eve to find him a man to show him a
hot time and help him forget his troubles.
He doesn’t expect, in a way, he’s going to a reunion after all.
Anna’s career as a high-level CIA operative is put
on involuntary hiatus. When a trusted colleague passes along the information
for the 1Night Stand service, Anna decides to take the plunge against her
better judgment and seek some intimate company. But her CIA instincts can’t be
ignored, and when she contacts Madame Eve, she uses an alias.
Brendan owns a lucrative manufacturing company, but
he’s yet to achieve the goal of finding a woman with whom he can share his
successes and joys. But beneath his polished, capable exterior hides the
painfully shy teenager he’s never been able to escape. When his own efforts in
the dating scene fall short, he turns to 1Night Stand.
It would be so easy to fall in love with Brendan,
and Anna’s protective mask slides away, piece-by-piece, revealing more of
herself than she should dare. Before she can slip away with the sunrise,
Brendan shows their encounter in a new light. Will Anna take a chance on their
future, or will she choose to return to her undercover, but lonely life?
“If you're looking for a read that can balance
titillation with a meditation on the double-edged sword of intimacy - fear of
it, and desire for it - this is the story for you.” ~ Amazon.com review
“The sex is hot, the story and characters are
believable. Can't ask for much more!” ~ Amazon.com review
Thea Landen lives in New York with her husband and a
variety of houseplants. A former educator, she strives to encourage creativity
and passion in all those around her, and uses writing to help inspire. Though
she reads and writes in nearly all genres, she has a special fondness for
science fiction, fantasy, and adventure and anything that pushes the
imagination beyond its usual limits. When she’s not writing, or thinking about
writing, her hands and mind are occupied by either yarn crafts or role-playing
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” His breath
danced across the tip of her ear.
“Summers in this region are always nice, but they’re
nothing compared to the autumn foliage,” he said. “Have you ever been up here
during that time of year?”
Anna continued tracing idle lines from his wrist to
his elbow. “No, I haven’t.”
His head dipped lower and his lips grazed her skin.
“I realize it’s early for us, but I’d love to come back here with you. We could
watch the changing colors, cuddle in front of a roaring fire….”
Anguish stabbed at her. The images he described
sounded flawless and enticing. Every part of her yearned to agree to whatever
he offered, but planning a rendezvous posed too much of a risk. She hadn’t
predicted the difficulties of keeping up an ongoing charade with the man she
“That sounds lovely.” She swallowed hard and turned
toward him. Her cheek rested in the crook of his neck, though its comfort did
nothing to assuage her unexpected guilt over the upcoming lie. “Maybe we can
work something out.”
Release day is here for Perfect Ride, book 1 in the Ridden Hard Series, by Eva Lefoy and Shiloh Saddler. It's a great story. Eva is going to tell you more about it.
What to do when someone thinks
Ha ha ha!
But isn’t that sometimes what
Sometimes, when people have been
alone too long or their life has been too hectic and they haven’t made time to
even think about love, when love comes at them – bam! – they go a little
jittery. They think, no, I can’t have that. Or maybe, I don’t deserve that. Or,
I’m not ready for that.
In a way, they’re right. And it’s
our job as authors to convince our characters they can do it, they just need to
change a little first. Or sometimes a lot.
In the case of professional bull
rider Garrett Anderson he’s been on the PBR circuit a little too long. His last
lover is long gone and the ache is his heart tells him it’s time to settle
down. But the pull of fame and fortune – not to mention the adrenaline aspects
of the sport -keep him keeping on. It’s
almost as if he’s on a roller coaster ride and can’t get off. When he meets
Cole he’s instantly smitten and their sex in a hot-trailer is boom boom wow!
But Garrett can’t wrap his head
around it. He keeps on going to the next stop because if he stops, that means
retirement. The end of his career. Finished. Never mind the broken leg! Now
there’s a man on automatic.
It’s only after Garrett finds a way
to create a life for himself after he quits the circuit that he’s able to
letgo and rush back to Cole.
But is it already too late?
Find out in Perfect Ride.
Thanks for reading!
The whole storyline for Perfect Ride is:
Professional bull rider Garrett Anderson lives
for the next town, the next trophy and his next ride. When he rolls into
Sheridan, Wyoming, the last thing he expected was to meet a cowboy like Cole—a
man who corrals his heart and leaves him aching for the kind of love he’s been
A bull tender on the PBR circuit Cole Richards
secretly longs for a lover but wasn’t prepared for Garrett’s passion or the
longing their one brief tryst kindles.After he is shot and recovering in his hospital bed, Cole can only watch
Garrett’s disastrous ride afraid it could be his last. Heartbroken when the
battered and bruised bull rider leaves town, Cole knows better than to hope to
see him again.
Attacked again and knee-deep in trouble, Cole
wants only Garrett at his side. But can his bull rider trade fame and fortune
for a lifetime with his one perfect ride?
a wolfish grin, he unsnapped Cole’s jeans and slid them down his long legs nice
and slow. The man wore blue, cotton low-rise briefs. Too low. The head of his
cock peeked out above the waistband. He licked his lips. “Mmm, I think I like
leaned forward to kiss Cole again and Cole’s fingers went to work on the snaps
of his shirt. Before the kiss was done, Cole had Garrett’s jeans unbuttoned as
well. He hovered there poised over Cole, pinning him down with his hips, as the
man ran his hands over every curve of his torso. He flexed his chest and arm
muscles, showing off a body he hoped would please. Cole’s hands never rested,
covering every inch of his skin, turning it from lukewarm to hot. Aroused, with
his nipples hardened to sensitive buds, he gazed down lustfully at Cole’s awed
expression and tried not to come in his jeans.
you’re ripped.” His hands made another thorough survey, his gaze following.
shivered under the scrutiny but was unwilling to move and end it. “You like?”
smile widened. “You’re perfect.”
insides quivered. He’d left a broken home for a man who’d called him perfect
and taught him everything he knew about bull riding and broken hearts. The two
were remarkably similar. Pain and suffering could result from either. Worry
tightened his chest, warning him he’d be broken by this man too if he dared to
let his heart loose. He decided to end this game. Laying his full weight on
Cole, he kissed him, angling sideways far enough away to shove a hand down his
briefs. The hard length inside was moist, pulsing with heat. Soon Cole was
bucking into his hand.
he breathed. “Enough teasing.” He undid Cole’s shirt, shucked his own clothes,
and pulled a condom out of his jeans pocket. “Lube?”
nodded. “Headboard. On the left.”
grabbed it and motioned with a touch on Cole’s hip for him to roll over.
man shook his head and sat up. “Not yet. Let me see you.”
Perfect Ride is out now from Decadent Publishing.
By the way, Shiloh and I are currently editing book II,
which is young bull rider Freddy’s story. Look for it later this year!
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all
kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to
chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of
life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down
all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has
invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular
basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel
her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book
makes anything possible.
Complete Me by Cate Peace is set for release from Decadent Publishing on March 21. Cate is sharing her motivation to write Clare and Ty's story.
Join me in welcoming her.
To top it off, she's giving away a 25.00 ITunes gift card, an e-book copy of Complete Me, and a cool tee-shirt. Don't forget to click the link at the bottom of the post to enter.
It all started
with a dream. Jared Padalecki with a lip ring. That’s all it took for Ty to
take root in my head.
I couldn’t get
the image out of my head, and at first it became something kind of funny. (Plus
J looks delish with a lip ring, but that is neither here nor there.) I started
looking at pictures on Google, and then I discovered that he also plays guitar.
Fast forward to a
summer festival in a small Tennessee town. One of my favorite bands, Chicago,
was playing. During one of the songs, I got an idea—how much fun would it be to
write two people who don’t want all the trappings that come along with romance?
Two people invested in their careers or invested in something that would keep them from exploring that part of life? I
got a working title—Reluctant Romantics—and the first bits and pieces of Complete Me were born.
I plotted the
entire frame of the story on the drive home. Ty pushed himself to the forefront
of my mind, practically raising his hand and jumping up and down while
screaming, “PICK ME!” One element accomplished.
Then I met Ty’s
ex-girlfriend, Jocelyn, and based her and her relationship with Ty off a
real-life situation I encountered. (I would be Claire, btw. ;) ) Cathartic?
Yes. Muchly. It was nice to write the situation into a much better resolution than what I encountered.
beloved unromantic romance author, is based somewhat off myself. This is the
one I lovingly call my “wish fulfilment” book. Like me, Claire started out
writing science fiction, but she found her road to publication through romance.
Honestly, I needed this book. I needed an outlet to
work through a lot of emotional fallout from above-mentioned situation. I needed a happy ending (also, Jared
Padalecki). And I definitely wasn’t disappointed with this one. I don’t think
you guys will be, either.
To celebrate Complete Me’s release, I’m giving away a
$25 iTunes gift card, a free copy of the book, and a Complete Me-inspired t-shirt! Contest stuff is below the blurb.
Here’s the blurb:
A romance author who needs to
love…. Best-selling romance
author Claire Ergleston confines her passions to the pages of her books. When
she receives a 1Night Stand date ‘to give her something to talk about in
interviews,’ can she let herself be swept away?
A rock star who needs to let go….
The past has a chokehold on former rock star Ty Krause. Instead of killer
tunes, he kills time writing passable songs for a British boy band and his
nights wishing he had the balls to say goodbye. In a last ditch effort, he
signs up for 1Night Stand, thinking that a night of no-strings-attached sex
will help him break the leash of his past.
From the moment Claire and Ty
meet, sparks fly—but can they overcome their pasts or will their potential love
story end on a sour note?
has been telling stories for as long as she could remember. Maybe even from the
womb; no one knows for sure. Now, she writes delightful romances with enough
spice to make Emeril happy when not masquerading as a normal person at the day
Richmond, reporter turned author, is doing research for her next book.
Attempting to capture the realism of a police officer’s duties while on patrol,
she manages to tag along for a shift with a state police trooper. A few traffic
stops and a high speed chase later, Jamie’s ride takes an unexpected turn when
she witnesses the trooper being shot.Although it is not a fatal injury, Jamie becomes obsessed with
unraveling the facts behind this violent act. While she is trying to sort out
this puzzle, she becomes romantically involved with Malone, another trooper
with a few mysteries of his own. Now Jamie’s attention is divided between a
blooming romance and solving the crime which is haunting her. Jamie begins to
question the events that took place and exactly who could be behind the
shooting. It was a devious mind. But who?
The first time on the sofa was wild. There was no chance
for foreplay. We both wanted it too much for that. Clothes were flung so far
that I didn't find my red bra until two days later.It must have bounced off the wall and slid
behind the planter. After the initial rush, Malone introduced me to the
romantic aspects of each room in my apartment.At one point after a warm bath together, I was on my stomach in bed and
he proceeded to drive me crazy by slowly making patterns down my spine with one
Each time after the first started out slow and tender. A
kiss here, fingers stroking there. Malone was toying with me, bringing me to
the edge of excitement now, his lips following his finger.My whole body felt alive, energized with the
reactions to his touch.
He kissed his way up my body, taking his time. A nuzzle
here, another tantalizing kiss there.My
skin was singing. My face was flushed, probably as red as my hair.At about the time I could actually feel my
body starting to recover, he zeroed in on my breasts.
Now I can’t say this is true for all women. I can only
speak for me. Maybe it’s because of the infrequency of romantic interludes. Or
maybe it’s my age. Or maybe the moon was rising.
My breasts are small. I hinted at that before. There are
fourteen-year old girls out there with bigger breasts than mine. To clarify the
situation, all my bras are padded and yes, the cup size is A. I don’t know if
that’s good or bad, but it’s what I’ve got and I’d never consider surgery to
pump them up.All I know is that when
Malone starting stroking and kissing my breasts, it’s like there was a direct
connection down below. I was immediately wet with anticipation yet again.
“What am I going to do with you,” I whispered my voice
little more than a feathery gasp.
“Whatever you would like, I’m open to
Some writers never catch a break.
Nicholas Burr is one of those writers. His only publications are as a
ghostwriter for a dead man’s children’s series. His paychecks are slender, his
life is in a rut and his marriage is beyond repair. So he decides to write a
book no one can refuse, a “How to Kill Your Wife” story. Three days after he
submits it to his publisher, Burr’s wife disappears.
Soon the police are involved. Did
he really kill his wife to get his book into print? Would someone like Nicholas
Burr go to such lengths, hoping that the payoff of a bestseller might just be
worth the risk?Could he really be that
desperate? Could such desperate times really lead to ‘Desperate Measures’?
DESPERATE MEASURES EXCERPT
Nicky limped slowly
down the block, trying not to think about his wife. It was no use. She had
every reason to be disappointed. He entered O'Brien's bar and took a stool at
the far end of the counter. Reed O'Brien slid a mug of beer before him without
waiting for Nicky to speak.
"Somebody steal your dog?" Reed asked.
"Worse. I got some bad news and Camille isn't
taking it too well."
Reed lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke at
the ceiling fan. He watched it rotate for a minute before commenting. "Who
Nicky smiled in spite of himself. "I did.
Actually, my book did."
Reed raised an eyebrow. "One of the Skipper
books? My kids will be pissed."
Nicky shook his head. "This was something else.
I call it Double Cross. It was an adult book."
A smile split Reed’s face. “You wrote a dirty book
with lots of sex and wild parties?”
Nicky couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Not
pornography you idiot, this was for a more mature audience than Skipper.
It was a murder mystery.”
"Camille was counting on this to be the one,
Nicky nodded. "We met in college. She was
struggling in an English class, and I tutored her. Camille was attempting to
earn her business degree, and I was going to set the literary world on its
"How long has it been?"
"Almost ten years."
Reed put out his cigarette while Nicky drank his
beer. "She been carrying you?"
"I had to drop out of school before I got my
degree. No money and no chance for a student loan. I was going to enter the
army, but I didn't pass the physical." Nicky pointed at his bad leg and
shrugged. "Only work I can find is minimum wage stuff."
Reed shook his head sympathetically. "What kind
of work does she do?"
Nicky took another sip. "Account manager at
McKay Products. She started out as a secretary and worked her way up the
Nicky nodded. "There's a little travel involved
and she spends a lot of time visiting clients. The hours can get a bit long,
but she's good at it. They pay her well."
"But you haven't been holding up your end of
the bargain?" Reed waved over a waitress for a cup of coffee.
"The Skipper series is nice, but the money's
not much. I always dreamed of having my own books in print. That may never
happen if I can't break through the publishers’ slush piles."
"So what are you going to do?Give up? Start buying lottery tickets?"
Reed lit another cigarette.
Nicky grimaced and waved away the smoke."I'm going to write a book people will
fight over. And Camille's going to help me. She just doesn’t know it yet."
Reed noticed the sudden intensity in his friend’s
eyes. He had been about to make a wisecrack, but something in Nicky’s manner
suggested this wasn’t a good idea.Instead, Reed raised his mug of coffee in a salute. "Good
Camille was in her office when Nicky showed up.
Camille's new secretary discreetly knocked on her door.
"Nicky! Whatever are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd take you out for dinner. We need
to talk." He looked terrible. A week's worth of stubble adorned his cheeks
and chin. His clothes were rumpled. Camille wondered when the last time was
that he had gotten any sleep.
"I have to work late. It's the end of the
quarter and I need to make sure everything is up to date on my
accounts."His sudden arrival and
his appearance were unnerving.
"I finished it, Camille."
"I finished the book. It's on its way right
now, express delivery to Pete Corrigan. He'll get it first thing in the
"I know, Camille, I know. It's an extra expense
to send it that way, rather than just emailing him, but Pete will go crazy when
he reads it. Let’s go celebrate."
"Now isn't a good time, Nicky. I can't just
drop everything to go with you." She lowered her eyes to her desk, hoping
he'd take the hint and leave.
"There aren't any good times anymore, are
there, Camille? No good times left for you and me." He limped toward her,
slowly dragging his leg. His disability had gotten progressively worse in the
last few months.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Don't bullshit me, Camille. You haven't been
coming home before midnight. And don't lie and say you're working late. I've
called. You weren't at work." His voice became louder. Camille could see
other employees lingering outside her door. She was unaccustomed to so much
"Lower your voice, Nicholas," she said
"Admit it," he yelled. "Or are you
going to lie about having an affair?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Bullshit! We both know you weren't here."
Camille's voice was barely audible. "I was
He pretended not to hear. "What about your
clothes? The torn pantyhose, the soiled panties and the pair practically ripped
in two? What about them?"
"You searched through my clothes?"
swept the papers off her blotter and leaned across it, his hands clutching the
edges of the desk. "I examined what was left of them. He must be some
kinky bastard. Does that get you off, Camille?"
"Get out," she hissed.
"What does he do? Tie you up with your own
pantyhose for a round of slap and tickle?"
"I want you out of here right now!"
He pushed away from the desk. In the doorway, a
dozen people had gathered. He glanced at them then turned back to Camille.
"It's not over."
Camille struggled to her feet. "Yes it is. I
want a divorce, Nicky. I should have done it a long time ago."
Two men who had been watching the confrontation from
the doorway finally came to Camille's assistance. Together they dragged him
"You'll never get a divorce, Camille. I'll kill
you before I agree to one."
Mark is giving away an e-book copy of Devious from Secret Cravings Publishing and an e-book copy of a self-published book, Desperate Measures. Two lucky people will be win. Make a comment to be entered. Follow Mark for more chances.
Author’s bio:Mark Love
Yes, my name really is Mark Love. I am a Michigan native, who
up until recently lived in the metropolitan Detroit area, where crime and
corruption always seem to be at the top of everyone’s news. So there are no
shortage of opportunities to find something that can trigger a story idea and
enough interesting characters to jump start your imagination.
While I have worked in many industries and career paths over
the years, one of my passions has always been writing. I was able to parlay
that passion for a while, working as a freelance reporter for a couple of
newspapers in the Detroit area. Writing features and hard news helped me hone
my talents. But while newspaper work was interesting and paid a few bills, it
was a far cry from the fiction writing that I enjoy the most.
I’ve always been drawn to mysteries and thrillers, the kind
of stories that have a fast pace that keep you moving and keep you guessing as
to what’s going to take place next. Mix those in with some elements of crime,
perhaps a glimpse of the seedier side and you’ve got me. So it’s always been
one of my goals to write stories like that.
Currently I have two self-published mystery novels on Amazon,
“Fade Away” and “Desperate Measures”. I also have two Jamie Richmond mysteries
with Sweet Cravings Publishing, “Devious” and “Vanishing Act”. While it is a
kick to have these available as E-books now, it’s the achievement of a long
goal to see my stories available in paperback.