Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Cover Reveal... Keary Taylor's House of Royals


Something new this way comes… from author Keary Taylor.



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House of Royals by: Keary Taylor
Publication date: June 21st 2015
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult
Cover designed by: Indie Cover Designs


Synopsis:
Every town has its history and skeletons, but Silent Bend, Mississippi’s are darker than most. Ruled from the shadows by the House—the immortal Born and their aging, enslaved Bitten—everyone knows not to go out after dark and that the police will never look into crimes involving blood.

Alivia Ryan didn’t know the man who claims to be her father through a will even existed until she inherits the Conrath plantation. Instead of the sleepy house she expects, she finds a mansion and a staff who look at her with fear in their eyes.

Ian Ward tried to kill Alivia the first time they meet, and then insisted he train her to defend herself against the House, who he claims will try to manipulate and take her in for their own political reasons. And the growing attraction between them will threaten their lives—Ian is a sworn enemy of the House.

In Silent Bend, people disappear, the threat of a demented King and the legend of his resurrecting Queen hang over everyone’s heads, and proving loyalty means far more than blood. You’d better watch who you trust in this town…



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Author Bio:
Keary Taylor grew up along the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where she started creating imaginary worlds and daring characters who always fell in love. She now resides on a tiny island in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and their two young children. She continues to have an overactive imagination that frequently keeps her up at night. She is the author of THE EDEN TRILOGY, the FALL OF ANGELS trilogy, and WHAT I DIDN'T SAY.

To learn more about Keary and her writing process, please visit www.KearyTaylor.com.




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Release Day... D.D. Ayres' Force of Attraction

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Release Date: March 31, 2015

USA TODAY'S "Enthusiastic...thumbs up" for FORCE OF ATTRACTION !

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Synopsis:

The only thing more powerful than fear is desire…

A seasoned K-9 officer with the police in Maryland, Cole Jamison has left her old life behind her. With a new home and a new partner—a protective canine named Hugo—Cole is ready for fresh challenges. A crucial position on an important drug task force is exactly what she wants…until she discovers her gorgeous, infuriating ex-husband will be the DEA agent in charge.

FORCE OF ATTRACTION

Agent Scott Lucca may be a pro when it comes to undercover assignments, but this job is daunting even for him. Posing as a happy couple on the dog competition circuit means he and Cole need to get a lot closer than they’ve been in years. Playing a live-in couple should seem like a walk in the park compared to tracking a brutal criminal, but suddenly nothing could be more dangerous than the passionate fire they’ve rekindled…


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"The mastery of Ayres' storytelling is with the equal balance between the suspense and romance. One doesn't overshadow the other. The final result, after reading Force of Attraction, is to give it an enthusiastic book-recommendation thumbs up." - USA Today

“Heavy-duty sensuality and solidly researched K-9 operations are hallmarks of this appealing series and will delight fans of smart dogs, exciting action, and steamy romance.” –Publishers Weekly

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In an interview D.D. gave to Harlequin Junkie she was asked… If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters?


D.D. - “I’d use the first time Scott and Cole meet one-on-one. You get a feel for both their personalities, and it introduces Hugo.”

~Scene~

“How did you get my address?”
“You forgot this.” Scott held up the deputy’s hat she’d left behind in Baltimore.
Cole stared at him through storm door of her home that separated them. “Leave it by the door.”
Instead, he twirled it around his finger.
Cole folded her arms, unimpressed by the smile beneath his shades. He had caught her just as she returned from night patrol or she wouldn’t have bothered to open the door.
Scott whipped off his shades and pocketed them then reached for the storm door handle. “Don’t you want to hear why you were chosen to be part of the task force?”
Cole didn’t move to open it. There was something very intimidating about looking her ex in the eye, even with a locked door between them. Force of personality. Scott had it in spades.
“Why don’t you just tell me?”
He slid a finger along the length of the door handle. “If you’re nervous about being alone with me I can wait while you call a fellow officer for back up.”
“That won’t be necessary. Hugo. Hier!”
From deep within the house Scott heard guttural growls following by deep other-worldly barking that would not have been out of place in a horror movie. Two seconds later, a huge shaggy black canine appeared and struck fist-size paws on the glass of the storm door at chest level. Scott stepped back instinctively, despite the barrier between them. Crap. Nikki’s K-9 partner looked like Batman in a bear suit.
“Hugo. Platz.”
Hugo immediately dropped prone at her feet but his ears remained pricked forward, his doggy body trembling at full alert for her next command.
Cole smirked as she looked up. “You still think talking is a good idea?”


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In an interview with USA Today’s Michelle Munkou, D.D. tells of her research process and the inspiration behind her series.

Michelle: What exciting research tidbit did you uncover for your books?

D.D.: The commitment of the men and women who work with these dogs. Law enforcement K-9s aren't pets. They are high-maintenance, challenging animals who require constant training/reinforcement. Handlers talk about their dogs with affection, respecting their quirks and individual personalities. One police handler, my go-to expert on all things K-9, lost his partner when the dog took a bullet while apprehending a suspect. The officer didn't tell me that he had been shot, as well. I learned that on my own. The officer didn't go to the emergency room until after his dog died at the vet. I thought a character with that level of commitment would make a good love interest.

Michelle: What is the special connection or inspiration to add dogs to the romantic suspense story?

D.D.: My editor Rose Hilliard gets the credit for sending me in the direction of K-9 partners. Who doesn't love dogs? And hot men in uniform? My hook was the chance to craft sexy and suspenseful stories that show off the capabilities of these dedicated partnerships. I hope readers will love seeing them in action. Each K-9 partnership is crucial to the storyline. For the hero and the heroine, it's a case of "must love dogs."

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...See where it all began…

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Barb’s Review of Irresistible Force (orig. published on 3/16/15)


"Incredible! You’ll be on the edge of your seat to see if the heroine can make it out alive." — Catherine Coulter, New York Times bestselling author on Irresistible Force…
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About the Author:
A veteran author of romance and women’s fiction, D.D. Ayres is new to Romantic Suspense. She believes the lure of romance is always the human connection. Put that connection in physical jeopardy, and and we learn a bit more about who we really are.
With her K-9 Rescue series, D.D. hopes you will enjoy her sexy, suspenseful portrayals of K-9 teams at their best.
D.D. lives in Texas with her husband and a soft-coated Wheaten terrier named Zoe.



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Release Day... MJ Fields' Sabato & Eroe: An Origin Novella

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Title: Sabato: The Cross (Ties of Steel, #4)
Author: M.J. Fields
Release Date: March 31, 2015
  
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Synopsis:

la fame....

Sabato Efisto is a cursed man. Born from sin, raised in revenge, he’s made a name for himself doling out pleasure and punishment in the lush Italian Riviera.

io brucio....

When the sins of his father come to rest on his shoulders, Sabato trades his privileged—but dangerous—life as the son of a mafia kingpin for the untested—but willing—shores of New Jersey. Acquiring a sex club called Steelettos is only the first phase in his plan to seduce and tame his new American landscape. Phase two involves finding a woman who can meet his...very singular, and definitely less-than-legal needs.

io conquisto....

Enter Melyssa Chance, a sassy southern law student who is as untested as they come. From the first glance, Melyssa knows that the sexy Italian is going to leave a mark on her reputation...and maybe a few other parts of her, while he’s at it. But what she doesn’t know is why she somehow caught his eye in return, what he really wants from her, and how far he’s willing to go to get it.

che consumo… 

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Excerpt
Nobody’s Hero 
May 27th
  
I prowl around the club in Florence. I need a release. Something warm to tease, taunt, titillate, tame, and tear up. It is not only the lifestyle I portray, it is truly who I am.  It has never been my MO to waste time chatting up some romance novel junkie, saying all the things I know she wants to hear to get laid.
That is why I came here. It’s not one of my places. I won’t lose the respect of my girls, or my clients.
Tonight, I seek strange.
I’ve come to exactly the right kind of place. I know this because I planned it. I plan everything. I take in the leather clad wait staff with piercings and tattoos—some of whom are holding whips—this is a no-last-name kind of scene. All fetishes are welcome here. My eye catches on a tall redhead with a nose ring that’s chained to her nipple ring—totally exposed, for all to see.
Make that welcome, wet, and waiting.
Nothing good happens on today’s date. Hell, nothing good ever happens these days, aside from orgasms and creating desire. If not for causing the slow buildup to release, and the inevitable double-edged climax, I would feel nothing. But then, usually I like feeling nothing. For too many years, I felt too much. Rage, sadness, jealousy, obsession, more rage...it was fucking exhausting, caring that much.
Nowadays, I am a shark, coldly calculating without allowing anything to touch me on a personal level. Ironically, this seems to make me irresistible to the opposite sex. It also makes me notice things that most people are too nervous, too excited, too full of desire, or scared to notice.
In one corner of the club, there’s a man whose facial expression gives him away as a first-timer to the BDSM scene—eyebrows raised, wide shoulders cocked back defensively, and a scowl on his face that will likely keep any subs from approaching him. The way his eyes flit from side to side, it’s as if he’s trying to figure out how he got here, and what the hell is going on. I follow his gaze, more slowly and casually, expecting someone who works here to greet him, at least help the poor bastard feel welcome.  But no one does.
As a businessman, it bothers me. But as an anonymous club patron—which I am tonight, I remind myself—I couldn’t give less of a fuck.
I saunter over to the bar, sit down, and order a drink. Manhattan, with rye whiskey—the only kind of Manhattan that counts. When my drink is in my hand, I turn and continue scouting the crowd for talent. 
The majority have not picked their poison yet, and the ones who have are clearly all about being dominated. It seems like the place is crawling with prey, but not so many hunters. Good, I like those odds.
The ‘out of his scene’ guy comes up to the bar and sits right next to me. He orders a glass of wine, cheap wine. I almost snort into my drink. Rookie move. Feeling generous, I turn to him and offer my hand. “I’m Sabato, how are you?”
Immediately, his shoulders go up. “Dude, I like pussy. Okay?  I’m not sure what the fuck about me screams I’m willing to swing that way, but—”
“It’s definitely the clothes.”
Excuse me?”  His attitude is one I am not accustomed to. But then, after all, this is not one of my usual haunts.
I decide to cut the guy a break, since he’s obviously clueless. “Look around the room.” I gesture vaguely with my drink. “Tell me, what do you see?”
He shakes his head, looking confused. “Pussy.” He snorts, shooting me a glare. “And a bunch of guys who want to tag my ass.”
My patience is very quickly running out. “And, what else?”
He shakes his head again, more loosely this time. The wine must be getting to him already. What a light weight.
“Honestly, man, I feel like any second, half of these guys are gonna bust out doing the fucking YMCA. I mean....” He gestures agitatedly around the room. “You got the cowboys, the cops, the gay bikers—fuck, we’re just missing the Indians in here.”
I almost want to laugh, because he is right. “And if they see you checking them out, wearing...what you’re wearing...how do you think they will approach you?”
He shrugs, looking offended again. I signal the bartender to bring him another wine, before he really gets his skirt in a twist. 
“What the hell is wrong with my clothes?”
“Nothing,” I tell him. “If you’re going to a different kind of club.” I gesture to his shiny, black silk shirt. “I mean, you have your dancing shoes,” I can’t hold back a mocking smirk, “that match your cute little dancing shirt.”
“Fuck you, dude.” His eyebrows push together, and he stares at me for a few seconds like he’s seriously thinking about kicking my ass. Then, slowly, he smiles. Shakes his head. Holds his hand out for me to shake. “Zandor Steel.”
 I take his hand and shake it. I like a man who doesn’t take himself too seriously.
“So, what brings you here tonight, Zandor?”
He shrugs. “Just thought I’d wander in. I’m not from around here, so....”
My eyes widen in mock surprise. “Really?”
“Fuck you twice,” he laughs.
“Yeah, see,” I make a tsk-ing noise. “You can’t say that kind of thing in here, or one of these guys will take you up on it.”
“Oh,” he nods. “Good point. I meant ‘Go fuck yourself, twice.”
I find myself laughing, too, in spite of what day it is. It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten how refreshing it is to have people tell you to fuck off to your face. Eyes narrowing thoughtfully, I take out my phone and send a quick, subtle text to have this Zandor Steel looked into.
 When I look up, I see him staring at me, appraising me with a certain shark-like look to him. My shoulders straighten. I shouldn’t have let my guard down so easily.
“I don’t know if I should be taking your advice, bro,” he says. “Doesn’t look like you’re any closer to slaying poon tonight than I am.”
I like the ease of this conversation, but I don’t like the innuendo. I nod to a petite platinum blonde woman who sits across the room, waiting for notice.  In a blink, she is at my side. I nod toward the floor, and she drops to her knees in front of me, ready to service my every wish—in the middle of the club—if I ask.
“Well, fuck,” Zandor says, eyes wide. “My bad. You want to be my Yoda man, I will be your Padawan. Gladly. Just show me how to use the Force like that.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but he looks like he expects me to. I shrug. Shake my head.
The look on his face is incredulous. “Star Wars?”
“Let me guess,” I say, taking another sip of my drink. “It’s an American thing.”
“Actually, it’s kind of the most epic movie series of all...you know what, nevermind.” He nods “Carry on, oh wise one.”
I gesture down to the petite blonde. “What is your flavor?”
“My thing is pussy,” he repeats, like that is helpful. “Warm, willing pussy, in all varieties.”
I sigh with impatience. “No, Zandor. You’re in a bondage club. I mean, what is your scene? What fetish are you into? Are you a top, a bottom, a group player? Dominance is not for everyone, no matter how....” I gesture vaguely at his physique. “Physically suited for it they may appear to be. Perhaps you yearn to submit. If that is the case, I can recommend some very talented dommes in the area.”
 Zandor Steel looks at me like I am deranged in some way—even though he is the one with the porn star name, who is wearing a ‘fuck me, daddy’ shirt.
“Bro, I just like to fuck and not have the bitch so enchanted or fucking needy that she pulls out the old sexual harassment card, trying to teach me some fucking lesson. I’m not into really fucked up. I’ll spank an ass and play with some toys.””
“So, no blood play? Animal transformation? Figging?”
Fuck no.” He looks vaguely nauseated at the thought—even though, I would bet good money he doesn’t know what any of those things mean. “That’s sick.”
“It’s not about mental health or sickness,” I tell him, more patiently than I should. “It’s about control. Losing it, and feeling free. Or maybe taking it, for the first time in your life.  Every day, in all aspects of our lives, control is what we seek. Yet most people have no idea how to control themselves, and they don’t try. They are slaves to their urges, instead of the other way around.”
A feeling prods me then, something similar to guilt. What right do I have to be preaching to this stranger about self-control? After all, what am I doing here tonight?
But Zandor seems to consider—genuinely consider—what I’ve told him. “Not sure if you’re being a dick, or sincere, but as I said before.” He points to the blonde at my feet, who is still silently, patiently waiting. “I want something simple. Meat and potatoes. I want ass that goes away satisfied when I’m done and doesn’t sit outside my door banging on it, begging for cock.”
I can’t help but laugh at the visual image he’s created. “Begging is also a very big part of this scene, my friend. I wonder if you wouldn’t be more comfortable at a nice trucker bar. I hear there is one down by the gas station, near the freeway.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he says, rolling his eyes. “At least there, no one would have a chance at knowing who I was. Ever since my family came into some money, that shit has seriously fucked up my game. There’s no such thing as ‘anonymous’ or ‘no strings attached’ anymore. Now, they’re telling me I need to ‘lay low?’ That ain’t gonna happen. So, like I said, teach away.”
I’m intrigued by his story, and want to know more. New money is like blood in the water for a shark like me. But I’m also starting to like this guy, in spite of myself. So I indulge him, for the moment, and play mentor.
“You have to keep feelings out of it,” I look down at the blonde, finally giving her the attention she craves. She is a textbook sub, willing to wait as long as it takes—because waiting for approval only makes her wetter. I point her to Zandor, and she crawls over, instantly transferring her attention—and adoration—on him. “The only thing you ask of her is obedience, until the game is done. Sexual obedience. Release must be earned, and given like a gift. It cannot be taken.” Zandor slowly smiles, staring at the blonde’s tits. “I definitely like control.”
I nod to the redhead with the nose-to-nipple piercings, and she walks over to stand before me.
“Is Cindy to your liking, Sir?”
“She’s hot,” Zandor says.  “So, yeah. I’d like to show her a good time.”
“No,” I correct him.  “You want to take pleasure from her. In return, if she does exactly as you instruct, she will be rewarded.”
I look down at the girl. “Present yourself.”
She does as I say, without question. Whether they know my name or not at this place, it doesn’t matter. They obviously know enough to tell a Dom when they see one.
Leaning back on her heels, Cindy widens her legs slightly, clasping her hands behind her back. The position causes her breasts to jut out, pressing her nipples out against the sheer fabric of her costume.
“You see how she is dressed?” I ask Zandor. “She is wearing lace, not leather. She will be a good partner for your first time. But make sure you agree to the rules, between the two of you, before anything happens. Her presentation shows her desires. She wants to be treated like a lady, but she needs for you to be in control. Like you, she is not so very experienced.”
“What?” Zandor looks at me skeptically. “What do you mean? How can you possibly know that?”
I gesture for the blonde to leave us. “Go over there and wait for your master to claim you, Cindy.”
Immediately, she goes back to where she was sitting before, across the room.
“Everything is in the rules,” I tell him. “It’s part of the world we live in, part of the scene. That is the kind of woman who wants a stranger to spank her and fuck her, but still wants the illusion of romance. She needs someone who wants to dominate her full time, and take care of her. If she asked for my opinion, I would have told her to go somewhere else. This is a place for temporary engagements. Whereas this one,” I point to the redhead, who is smiling at me with open invitation.  “Is a submissive of opportunity. She wants to lose control, for an hour...a weekend. But she is experienced enough to be comfortable in the scene, which tells me that she will be looking for something...special. A singular experience she can tuck away and revisit later, in her private moments.”
My eyes burn into hers, and my explanation takes a turn into something else. Something meant only for her and I. “She is looking for an eye-opening, stinging slap that will drive her over the edge at exactly the right moment. She wants a man who will fuck her, mind and body, like pleasure is her only purpose in the world. And when she’s screaming and begging for release, I will pull it out of her reach, at the last possible second. Because, more than anything, she wants the exhilarating feeling of being wildly...totally...helplessly...out of control.”
By the time I am finished with my description, the redhead is almost panting with desire. I have no doubt that underneath her leather harness, she is dripping with need, ready and waiting for my cock to penetrate her. For my body to conquer hers, completely. I glance over my shoulder, toward the entrance to the private lounge area. I raise an eyebrow. She nods, eagerly.
I turn toward him with a start. I’d almost forgotten he was there.
 “So...can I go fuck Cindy now?”
I nod, because I am done mentoring for the evening. I have my target now, and nothing else matters but the slow burn, the build, and the eventual quench.
“Of course. Just remember that control is a responsibility, not a right. It can be taken away, just as easily as it is given.”
“Understood.”
Satisfied that I have done my part for my fellow man, I turn my attention back to the redhead. 
“Go to the cross and wait for me.” I get up and slowly remove my jacket, folding it neatly over one arm. “It was nice meeting you, Zandor Steel.”
With a nod, I leave him to his fun.  I circle the bar and go into one of the side rooms, where a Saint Andrew’s cross waits in the center of a dimly lit room. The redhead is there, on her knees, already assuming ‘the Position.’
“Get undressed.” I close the door behind me—but not all the way, in case there are any voyeurs who would like to peek in—and hang up my jacket. By the time I turn around, the redhead has taken off her scant leather thong, and is kneeling naked in front of the cross.
She is shaved bare, of course, and I can see for myself what my words have done to her. She is glistening already, and I have yet to touch her.
Behind me, I can hear whispers, and I don’t have to turn to know a small crowd of watchers has gathered outside. It’s not unusual for me, because they know who I am, I have a reputation, one I am proud of. Her chest is heaving, her nipples are hard and she waits in her pool of desire.
I unbutton the cuffs on my shirt as I look to my left and see Zandor, my new prodigy talking entirely too much to the girl wearing lace. I want to correct him but now is not the time. Now is show time, now is the time for me to release the anger of the date, to bring down sheets of glass and chaos on the lucky woman in front of me. 

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See where the story of Sabato first began...

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Title: Eroe: St. Andrews: A Sabato Origin Story
(Ties of Steel Book 3)
Author: M.J. Fields
Release Date: March 15, 2015
  
Synopsis:

Sabato Efisto was born from an unholy union, the bastard son of a martyred saint and the Devil. At least, that's what he's believed, for most of his life. 

His father is an Italian crime lord, a man so dangerous that Sabato's mother died trying to get away from him. For that tragedy, which happened on his seventh birthday, Sabato blames himself. Every year, he practices the ritual of self-punishment, flirting with death the way most boys his age flirt with girls. 

Until ten years later, when he meets a sweet girl named Luciana, at St. Andrews of the Holy Cross. For the first time in his life, Sabato doesn't want to end it. The darkness in his soul is replaced by hope. But, as the priests will tell you, the sins of the father are not easily escaped. 

And those who are born into darkness must carry that cross forever....


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Ties of Steel Series Order

Abe: Four In Hand
(Ties of Steel, #1)
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Dominic: The Prince
(Ties of Steel, #2)
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About the Author:

MJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight. Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter for family members. The newsletter was put back into 'publication' in September of 2001 for the entertainment of her cousin on a Navy aircraft carrier in the gulf, (Her cousin is a female Navy officer and helicopter pilot).
She self-published her first New Adult romance in January 18, 2013. Today, she has completed four self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series,
The Burning Souls series, and The Men of Steel series.

Ties of Steel, (the first series spun off of some the Men of Steel series) book 1 ABE and Book 2 Dominic are now available.

The Norfolk series, has two titles available now, Irons 1 and Irons 2.

MJ is a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author.  She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.


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