Monday, March 31, 2014


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 Night Stand.


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.


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Thursday, March 27, 2014


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?


Second Skin

1Night Stand


What Readers are saying:


“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.” ~ review


“The sex is hot, the story and characters are believable. Can't ask for much more!” ~ review



About the Author:

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 games.


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Enjoy the following excerpt for SECOND SKIN:

“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 met.


“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.”

Tuesday, March 18, 2014



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 you’re perfect.

Run away.

Ha ha ha!

But isn’t that sometimes what characters do?

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 let  go and rush back to Cole.

But is it already too late?

Find out in Perfect Ride.


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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 missing.


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?





Wearing 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 losing.”

He 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.

“Jesus, you’re ripped.” His hands made another thorough survey, his gaze following.

He shivered under the scrutiny but was unwilling to move and end it. “You like?”

Cole’s smile widened. “You’re perfect.”

Garrett’s 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.

“Please, Garrett.”

“Yes,” he breathed. “Enough teasing.” He undid Cole’s shirt, shucked his own clothes, and pulled a condom out of his jeans pocket. “Lube?”

Cole nodded. “Headboard. On the left.”

He grabbed it and motioned with a touch on Cole’s hip for him to roll over.

The 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.


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Shiloh 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.


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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Love Lust and Lipstick Stains: Blog Hops

Love Lust and Lipstick Stains: Blog Hops: Love, Lust and Lipstick Stains are pleased to announce we're running a blog hop from the 21st April to the 24th. Bloggers and author...

Friday, March 14, 2014


Drum Roll Please!

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.

Claire, my 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? 

Available 3/14 at the following retailers:

About the author:

Catherine Peace 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 job.

Reviewer for Indie Books R Us
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Monday, March 3, 2014


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Jamie 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 solitary fingertip.
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 suggestions."
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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’?
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 died?"
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, huh?"
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 ear."
"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 ladder."
"Decent job?"
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 luck."
                                                            * * *
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 morning."
"Really, Nicky..."
"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 attention.
"Lower your voice, Nicholas," she said sternly.
"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 working."
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?"
 Nicholas Burr 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 away.
"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.

Here's where you can find Mark.