Tuesday, 20 May 2014

The Pandora Rafflecopter Is On!

Pandora by Storm Chase is out and to celebrate there's a Emanar's Charm Bracelet up for grabs as well as books by your favourite authors: Jenn Roseton, SK Logsdon, and Hilary Grossman.

By Storm Chase
Action, spy, romance
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There was a loud bang followed by a rattle of sounds. Horrified, Pandora realised it was gunfire. She wriggled round, looking about her in a panic. The barrage of bullets was coming from outside, splintering wood and punching holes in metal. Something exploded, filling the compartment with smoke.
The policeman’s heavy hand was keeping her flat on the bench but she could see white-shirt sitting opposite them had pulled out a gun. He was firing through the window. The sound was deafening.
Pandora Fitchett’s life has taken a bad turn. Very bad.

Treachery lies behind the closed doors of British government’s most secret services, and when Pandora finds herself an innocent victim of a treason plot, she has nowhere left to turn.

At least that’s what she assumes.

Stalked by a ruthlessly logical cyber terrorist who follows her every intimate move, and who then has her kidnapped, she is thrown into a tornado of action-packed and violent world events.

Pandora’s only chance of safety will depend on a man who has no empathy, no sense of justice or obligation. A man who can destroy lives from his laptop.

Who is “Dragon” and why is he feared by so many?

Captor, or saviour? In a passionate story of intrigue and espionage, Pandora is about to discover nothing can be assumed about anyone. Even herself.

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Monday, 19 May 2014

Coming soon: Leading Her Witness by Cheryl Ann Smith

Title: Leading Her Witness
Author: Cheryl Ann Smith    
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: October 13, 2014

Goons, deadbeats, and murder: A tenacious process server’s unconventional techniques get her into loads of trouble. So much so that her boss jokes that he keeps the coroner on speed dial just in case. Still, most of Andie Dixon’s job is pretty tame if she doesn’t count snapping dogs and homeowners squirting her with garden hoses. That changes when she serves papers on a notorious crime boss and puts her life in real jeopardy. But despite this close call, Andie will not let threats keep her from doing her job. She puts the matter behind her until a hunky U.S. Marshal tracks her down and solicits her help to find the fugitive. Again. At first Andie adamantly refuses, but eventually agrees when she’s swayed by the Marshal’s persistence and rather dreamy brown eyes. However, when crime boss Sammy Gilroy, finds out she’s back and close on his heels, he threatens to make her disappear for good this time.
Marshall Colin Navarro needs to find Sammy Gilroy before the man vanishes forever. Colin is certain that the notorious crime leader was involved in a shoot-out with the FBI that injured his sister. But he never expected that he’d have to sway a newbie process-server to help, or that she’d turn out to be stubborn, aggravating, and an all-around pain in the ass. Yet despite her shortcomings, he cannot figure out why she’s taken over his thoughts and is front and center in some very hot fantasies. But can he keep her from getting herself killed as they edge closer to catching the fugitive? Then again, the crime boss and his goons don’t know who they’re messing with. With Andie on the case, Colin is beginning to believe that justice may be served after all.

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A fan of romance fiction since the dark ages, author Cheryl Ann Smith loves to throw her heroines into danger, just to see what they’ll do. Her dream of publication came true in 2011 when the first in her historical romance series came out with Berkley Sensation. And just this year, she sold a new contemporary series to Tulip Romance, thus allowing her to mix her crazy sense of humor with suspenseful elements to write about process server, Andie Dixon, the kick-ass heroine Cheryl has always wanted to be.
Cheryl lives in Michigan with her family, two cats and a very hairy dog. She enjoys outdoor adventures and traveling, when she has the time, and hopes to make her first visits to Europe and Australia in the very near future.

Sunday, 18 May 2014

Free: Sold! A sweet interracial romance by Storm Chase

This is a bit from my first romance erotica, Sold! A romance in the Sudan. I wrote it so that I could practice my sex scenes.  It's free on Amazon USA, Amazon UK, Barnes&Noble, Smashwords and Kobo.

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Chapter Two


Hafiq decided that if anywhere could be nominated the armpit of Africa, it was Atbara.
His two-day trip had turned into a week. He was bored, wearing his last clean shirt and completely out of bottled water. That morning he’d hesitated before brushing his teeth with Coke but the brownish trickle from the tap convinced him that tooth decay was preferable to risking the water.
“Boss!” Ali, his local contact, was standing on the pavement, grinning up at him. “The shipment has arrived. You ready?”
Finally! Hafiq looked at his watch. His case was packed and the bill paid. If he could wrap up the deal in the next hour, he could catch the midday express back to Port Sudan.
Ali was smiling happily. He knew Hafiq was edgy after a five-day wait. With a bit of luck, he would be so keen to get back to his home on the coast that, he would not be over-zealous about bargaining.
As they walked smartly along the road to the big warehouse at the edge of the town, Ali pondered that while money was short, time was free. If he played his cards right, he might be able to push for a 10% increase in price.
They skirted the market, dodging cattle and carts loaded with vegetables. An unusually large crowd was gathering around a low wooden platform. Loud cheers and raucous whistles made Hafiq pause. For a moment he didn’t believe his eyes.
It was a girl. She was wearing the remains of a ragged T-shirt and not much else. A pair of ripped Bermudas lay at her feet. Although she was covered with mud and dust, Hafiq could see patches of pink and white skin. Two men were holding her up; showing her to the crowd that had gathered.
Without thinking, Hafiq pushed his case into Ali’s hands and joined the crowd. Pushing his way through to the front, he took a good look at her. She was definitely white. And angry.
“Get the fuck off me!”
And English by the sound of her accent.
The auctioneer was trying to cut the t-shirt away with a knife while avoiding being kicked.
She was a brave girl, Hafiq noted. While the auctioneer hacked at her clothes, another man held on to a chain linked to a metal collar round her neck with one hand and to a rope halter that bound her elbows high and tight behind her back with the other. It must have hurt but she lashed out anyway.
Hafiq was overwhelmed by a wave of lust. He had sent Ngam packing three months ago. Beautiful, submissive, eager to please and very, very boring Ngam. In contrast, this girl oozed passion. Hafiq was certain she’d never be dull. He felt a powerful urge to possess her.
The knife finally did its work. The t-shirt ripped away, revealing perfect round breasts. Swearing furiously, the girl took her attention off the auctioneer and kicked backwards at his partner. She might as well have kicked an elephant for all the harm it did. Grinning, he lifted her up until she stood on her tiptoes, preventing her from kicking. The auctioneer took a cautionary step sideways but loudly continued to proclaim her charms.
“Untouched! A virgin! A bargain for any discerning buyer!” He spoke Arabic, the common language of commerce but his accent spoke clearly of his Nubian home in the north.
“How much?” Hafiq asked.
The auctioneer turned to him with a wide grin. “This girl is not for sale, boss!”
“Then why the sales pitch?”
“We are selling the girl’s favours! What would you pay to be her first?”
Hafiq laughed. “She? A virgin? If that’s so, she’s the only one in Atbara!”
The auctioneer giggled, an odd sound for such a big man. “It’s true! I swear it on my mother’s grave. We haven’t touched her, have we, Khalil?”
From the way the two men giggled, Hafiq realised they were homosexual. Instinctively he drew away, then realised the advantage of the situation. The girl would be unharmed.
“We don’t want her for ourselves,” the auctioneer leered, “and there isn’t enough money in all Atbara to buy a girl like this but we are businessmen! There will be many customers, each willing to pay to possess her for a little time.”
Hafiq looked at the girl again. She stood totally still, staring at him. For a moment he was confused by the look in her eyes. They were dark green, he noted. The way she was looking at him, it was like she was asking him for help.
Idris, the auctioneer, grinned as he took in Hafiq’s interest in the girl, his gold watch and finally the Vector SMG hanging from his shoulder. This was a man with money.
Idris rubbed his hands together in anticipation. It had been the impulse of a moment to take the girl after she been foolish enough to jump into his boat but the prospect of the money she could make for him was just too tempting. Now he was certain the gamble had been a good one.
It was impossible to sell a white girl in Egypt. While Atbara was a safe market, Idris was well aware that if he wasn’t careful, he and Khalil might find themselves on the block. They were strong and there was a pressing need for field workers in Sudan and the farmers weren’t fussy about using slave labour.
Idris and his partner, Khalil, had been prepared to hang around for a week or two in order to make a profit on this girl; if she lasted that long. However, if this man offered a reasonable price, Idris intended to take the money and hightail it back up the Blue Nile as fast as possible.
Hafiq vaulted into the makeshift platform. Up close the girl smelled terrible. Her hair was black with dirt and matted into huge knots but the roots shone through dark copper. Her skin would be creamy white if it hadn’t been covered in scrapes, bruises and insect bites. Looking at her, Hafiq realised she was exhausted and close to collapse.
He half expected her to kick him and was surprised when she swayed towards him, coming to rest up against his chest. Despite the smell, Hafiq couldn’t stop himself from putting an arm around her waist.
Used to exquisitely small oriental girls, Hafiq was surprised to feel her head resting on his shoulder. He could feel her breath on his neck. Instantly he was sure. He wanted this girl.
Worried his prize product was worming her way into a position where she could kick this prize customer in the balls, Idris quickly grabbed hold of the girl’s collar and signalled Khalil to hold her tightly.
Lilly sucked in her breath with pain as her elbows were lifted high, almost dislocating her shoulders.
“Let go!” Suddenly furious, Hafiq pushed Idris and Khalil away, wrapping his arms around Lilly protectively. “I’ll take her,” he said. Digging into his money belt he hauled out 10 crisp hundred-dollar bills and thrust them into the auctioneer’s hands.
Idris gasped. It was more money than he’d seen in his entire life. “We have a sale!” he announced loudly. Quickly, before anyone could see how much money he had, Idris sketched a bow at Hafiq, signalled urgently to Khalil and disappeared.
Aware that the show was over, the crowd drifted away. The only person left was Ali, looking open mouthed at Hafiq.
“Look in my bag and give me a shirt!” Hafiq commanded.
His fingers couldn’t untie the rope knotted around her elbows so he carefully cut them through with his knife. He thought the girl had fainted but as he wrapped a shirt around her, she opened her eyes and looked at him. Amazingly, she smiled.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Her voice was soft and sweet now that she wasn’t screaming like a devil.
“You’ll be all all right,” Hafiq said soothingly. “Let’s get you out of this place, ok?”
“You speak English?”
Hafiq smiled at her obvious surprise. “One of my mothers was English.”
“One of your mothers?” Lilly thought she couldn’t have heard him properly.
“That’s right. Come on, now, on your feet.”
She tried to stand but her knees buckled under her. There was nothing for it, Hafiq decided. Filthy as she was, he would have to carry her.
He took her by the wrist, placed it over the back of his neck, squatted and with one smooth lift hauled her over his shoulders. She was a dead weight. Luckily it wasn’t far to the warehouse.
“Who are you?” she whispered in his ear.
For a moment Hafiq hesitated. Shades of his ancestors. With a chuckle he realised he now knew what his great grandfather, Zubayr Pasha, the man the world had dubbed Africa’s Slaver King, must have felt like. “I am your master,” he said lightly.
“Mr Master,” Lilly said seriously, her breath tickling his ear. “My name is Lilly Chamberlain. Thank you for helping me.” She hiccupped and then shuddered. “I’m very sorry but I’m afraid I’m going to be sick.”

And she was, all over his last clean shirt.

Saturday, 10 May 2014

Reveal and Blogger Alert: The Degas Girl by AJ Adams

By AJ Adams, author of The Bonus
100,000 words, standalone novel
Coming to you July 1st 2014

A violent tale of mob rule and dark romance. Warning contains explicit scenes of dubious consent, graphic violence and sex. Adults only

I am looking for reviewers as well as blog hosts for the promo (Rafflecopter with US$10 Amazon gift token as well as discount and copies of The Degas Girl).

If interested, please fill out this very short form? I'll be sending out review copies in 10 days time and looking to have the launch the first week of July.


“He wore jeans and a turquoise T-shirt. The colour made his eyes look blue instead of green. I wasn’t fooled by his looks and his gentle ways. This man had a will of iron, and by the way he looked at me, I could see he was just as determined to control me as Angelo. He just used his tongue instead of his fists.

I’d go along with it, because anything that kept me out of the hole meant I had a chance to escape. I’d pretend to be docile, and as soon as he fell asleep or took his eye off me, I’d make a run for it.

He looked me over, frowning slightly. Suddenly I wondered if he was changing his mind. Maybe he wasn’t going to let me eat. Maybe it was a game. Maybe he’d show me the food, and then tie me up and leave me to starve while he stuffed his face. I was trembling at the thought. “


Serenity Bishop is a work of art. Her skin a canvas, decorated with the scars of her evil captor’s twisted abuse. But her tormentor, Angelo, is about to lose control.

Zachary Schiavelli is an art thief and forger. His handsome face is merely the mask that hides a cold, calculating man whose own childhood of abuse has honed him into a remorseless killing machine.

Zachary is about to take an intense disliking to Angelo.

Sometimes you need to fight fire with fire.

In a violent tale of mob rule where violence begets violence, an unlikely alliance between two forces of nature is about to change the face of organized crime. When Serenity and Zachary collide, it’s an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object, and everyone around them is about to get caught in the crossfire.

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Friday, 9 May 2014

Traci Hayden: The Perfect Spirit


Twenty-eight year old writer, Vanessa Fortney, has travelled the world, living life to the fullest. When she comes home due to the unexpected death of her only blood relatives, she only has one regret; never finding a love that triumphs all others.
In a beautiful valley in the Rocky Mountains, Nessa finds herself wondering about a mysterious stranger who saved her after a nearly disastrous car accident. The mystery that surrounds Daniel is quickly replaced by the increasing attraction Nessa feels for him.
Will she find that love that transcends all love or will an unforeseen tragedy keep them apart?


I lost both my parents as a child.”
How did they die?” Daniel asked softly.
Car accident, same as my great-aunt and uncle.”
Daniel's sharp intake of air was followed quickly by his next comment. “And you almost died in that car accident a few weeks ago. It seems fate is cruel.”
Nessa realized he was right. Not so much about her dying, but the fact that fate seemed to repeat itself. “I didn't almost die. The doctor said I was lucky.”
You were lucky because I was there. If I hadn't been,” he argued, “who knows how long you would've been exposed. You could've died without me connecting with you.”
You are my savior, Daniel,” she whispered. “My beautiful angelic savior.”
You're too sweet with your words, ma belle.”
It's true, Daniel. I don't know what it is about you, but I feel such a connection to you,” she admitted as she traced her finger across the back of his hand. “You're always so cold.”
Daniel guffawed. “Cold hands, warm heart.” He cupped her face, pulling her in close. “In this case, my heart flames for you.”
Nessa's body relaxed into his and he pulled her, comforter and all, onto his lap. He cradled her close to him, savoring their connection as much as she did.

About Author

Traci Hayden is a proud mother of four beautiful girls and one adorable granddaughter. She has always had a passion for reading, but recently the obsession for writing has taken over.
As a Nova Scotian native now living in British Columbia, Traci has traveled across Canada, fueling her imagination from coast to coast.
Along with two dogs and one cat, Traci's home is shared with her partner of 16 years. He is her rock and constant support.
Traci loves all genres of writing, but currently is exploring the world of romance.

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Thursday, 8 May 2014

Warrior Goddess

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Wednesday, 7 May 2014

New: Ever & Always by Anne Carter

Title: Ever & Always
Author: Anne Carter 
Genre: Contemporary Romance


"Trust me, Maddie.  I'll be right behind you."
"What if I fall?"
"I can skate faster than you can fall," Jack whispered, and Maddie closed her eyes against the shiver that enveloped her body…
Ice Hockey. Strong coffee. His infant son, Duncan. Three things Jack McKenzie could not do without. Now he was about to add a fourth. Beautiful, green-eyed Madelyn Cross has reappeared in his life with a load of baggage and a history riddled with emotional landmines.
They almost hooked up in high school, but their fathers had different ideas. Now, years later, their paths cross in a beautiful Southern California park. Each has a son, and each has an unhappy past; both share a need for love, passion and devotion. But can Jack solve the mysteries in Maddie's past, overcome the specter of her dead lover and still come out the hero?
(Sex rating is about a 2/5)

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I'm the author of seven published novels, including mystery, romance, paranormal, alternative romance and even a pair of middle grade readers. As for the personal stuff, I'm a Virgo, a procrastinator, like warm better than cold and drink neither Coke nor Pepsi. I was born in the Midwest but migrated to California as a child. My hobbies include doll collecting, lighthouses, photo restoration and writing, of course. My favorite sport is ice hockey, my favorite TV shows include Elementary, Person of Interest, NCIS, Downton Abbey, The Blacklist, and Grey's Anatomy. I am married to my hero of 30+ years and have 3 great kids!

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“You can do this. I want you to skate alone around the rest of the way.”
“No, I’m scared.”
“Trust me, Maddie. You’ve got to trust me. I’ll be right behind you.”
“What if I fall?”
“I can skate faster than you can fall,” he whispered, and Maddie closed her eyes against the shiver that enveloped her body. He gave her a little push and she began to skate, dreading the moment he would let go. And of course, he did let go, hanging back to give her room to skate ahead.
The girls at the window were rapt, whispering and giggling quietly as they watched their hero skate with his new girlfriend. Even some of his teammates stopped near the locker room door to watch the arena and the attention Jack was paying to the pretty girl in the pink sweater.
Maddie could barely breathe.
God, I have to do this. Trust Jack. Don’t let me fall!
Slowly, carefully, Maddie took the curve at the far end of the oval rink, concentrating on looking smooth and capable. She didn’t dare wonder if Jack was still behind her, or how far away he was. She kept her eyes on the exit door. She was doing fine until the sound of an engine, a loud sound akin to that of a giant lawnmower, pervaded the rink and startled Maddie from her ice exhibition. Abruptly she turned her head in the direction of the sound, and the break in concentration disrupted her momentum, making her off-balance and wobbly.
Instantly she looked down at her skates, trying to get back into rhythm, but it was too late. She tried to remember how to drag the toe of her skate to brake, and in doing so made herself even more insecure. Terror filled her head. Oh no, I’m going down!
The thought did not even fully cross her mind and Jack was with her, his arms not merely grasping her waist but wrapped fully around her, the heat of his chest warming her back and shoulders. Looking forward, Maddie realized they were only a few feet away from the rink door.
They slowed to a stop, but still he held her, his lips close to her ear.
“Now, is there anything more I can do to earn your trust?” he whispered before kissing her neck briefly. He waited patiently for her to catch her breath, to calm down from her scare.
Maddie closed her eyes. Jack’s show of affection was not lost on her, but she hesitated to acknowledge it for fear that she was over-reacting. Perhaps it was only in sympathy, a consolation for her pathetic performance. Taking a deep breath, she mentally forced aside the exhilarating feel of his lips against her skin. But she could not begin to slow the wild flutter in her chest.
“Just tell me, who is Sam Bony, and what is that awful noise?”

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Thursday, 1 May 2014

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