Monday, June 29, 2015

Tina Donahue invites you to "Come and Get Your Love" + a #Rafflecopter !

Their desire wasn’t supposed to be real…

With millions willed to her in an incentive trust, Lissa can get the dough to start her own country music label when she meets one of the no-contest clauses. Namely, reach middle age in twenty years, work in the hated family business for a decade, or marry someone not in the music biz.

Marriage it is, at least for a year to satisfy her greedy brother who wants the inheritance.

Enter Cass, a hot Texas rancher who dampens Lissa’s panties. With a pile of medical bills from his brother’s accident, Cass agrees to wed Lissa. She’s sweet to look at, surprisingly pleasant for an Atlanta debutante, and makes his jeans feel tight as hell despite their no-sex contract.

Uh-huh. The devil’s in the details. Longing gazes turn to tender intimacy and wild nights with pretend feeling all too real.



Damn shame it may be too late with her brother gunning for them both.

Excerpt:

Cass had expected to be somewhat jittery today, but his anger with Willy was still fresh enough to have calmed his nerves, though not his thoughts. As the Wedding March swept through the gigantic space, Cass wondered if Willy would say or do something to hurt Lissa.
I’ll pound you into the ground if you try.
It’d be more entertainment for the six hundred or so guests.
They oohed, then ahhed at the ringbearer who tripped, the flower girl who wet her panties halfway down the aisle, and a dozen bridesmaids dressed in filmy lavender gowns who grinned as if their lives depended on it. So much for having a small affair. Marvella and the rest of the bridesmaids had walked slowly, each of them taking Cass in as if he were on the auction block. Some of them eyed him so much they made this the longest damn wedding he’d ever suffered through.
Patty must have thought the same. She hung on to one of the chairs while her gaze whizzed around the room decorated with more flowers than a Texas politician’s funeral.
Cass would have given a few years of his life for some fresh air and a faster pace to these proceedings. After what seemed like hours, it was time for the main event. A hush fell over the guests as Willy stepped into view. Cass glared at the man, warning him to be nice or risk death.
Curling his upper lip, Willy held out his arm for Lissa.
A moment passed, then another, and still more with her nowhere in sight. She couldn’t have changed her—
No, wait. There she was.
Cass lost every bit of air in his lungs. Dear Lord, her hair was beyond glorious, curling this way and that, free and loose just as he’d wanted. Thank you, sweetheart.
He couldn’t look at her dress enough. White as a cloud, it sparkled each time she breathed.
Although Lissa’s veil hung over her face, he could see that her gaze was down as Willy delivered her to his side…for safekeeping and a lifetime of what should have been love. Cass took her hand gently in his, surprised at how icy her fingers were.
Lissa lifted her face.
At that moment, Cass knew he wanted her completely, mindlessly, passionately; hell, he might even be falling in love. This was a woman he ached to share time with—all the good, even the bad—didn’t matter.
Her expression softened; it yearned as much as his.
Cass smiled.
Uncertainty, then something he couldn’t read passed over her face. She turned away.
His stomach fell. He wanted to ask what had just happened, what the problem might be, besides this nutty wedding. He needed to know if she’d ever want him as her real husband or even for a couple dates, but couldn’t get into that now. The minister had already started.
His words sounded cold, no different from the contract Cass and Lissa had signed. How careful they’d been, spelling everything out, except what they should do about a wayward heart.
Cass’ beat out of control, yet he said his vows in a surprisingly strong voice and then eased his mother’s ring onto Lissa’s finger, warming her hand with his own.
When it was her turn, she claimed that she’d love him for all time, then slipped a gold band onto his finger. A warning to the world that he belonged to her now.
As crazy as it was, Cass suddenly wanted that.
The ceremony continued, for days it seemed. He felt as if he’d been doing this all of his life. Finally though, the minister shut up for a few seconds, broke into a broad smile, and said, “You may now kiss your bride.”
What remarkable words those were, filled with such beauty and promise. With great care, as if he was exposing Lissa’s soul, Cass eased the veil from her face.
He saw her flash of desire, followed by more uncertainty, maybe fear. Why? He’d never hurt her.
Cass cupped her beautiful face in his hands. His work-roughened thumbs stroked her velvety cheeks as he lowered his mouth to hers. This time, he kissed Lissa with tenderness, respect, and patience.
She was his wife and deserved the best.

Introducing Tina Donahue--in her own words:

I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical
romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, Luminosity, and indie. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I like to eat (burp).

You can check me out here – yes, I am everywhere!  

Amazon author page: http://amzn.to/1ChWFkO
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Sunday, June 28, 2015

Enjoy One Hot Havana Night by Suz deMello (@naughtyliterati #boxedset #romance #99cents)


The Naughty Literati introduce their latest boxed set, to be published July first. My entry is One Hot Havana Night, in which all of journalist Ellie Wheeler's dreams come true--even ones she didn't know she had.

Here's a snippet:

 “Take off your dress.” He slid one long, dark finger along the curve of her neck to her shoulder. The contact tingled in a way she hadn’t before experienced. “Strip for me.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide.


He laughed. “I thought you said anything for the story. You knew what would happen when you came up here. Shall we not pretend?”

If you like what you read, preorder here:


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Saturday, June 27, 2015

Sexy is as Sexy Does: One Hot Havana Night by Suz deMello (#contest #boxedset #99cents)


This week's theme from My Sexy Saturday are our sexy heroes. In One Hot Havana Night, Ellie Wheeler gets to enjoy not one but two hot males as they seek to satisfy her every dream...even ones she didn't know she had.

One Hot Havana Night is in the forthcoming boxed set, Naughty Escapes, the fourth anthology of short stories published by the Naughty Literati, a group of bestselling writers.

The setting is pre-revolutionary Havana when Ellie first glimpses her hero, Sergio Ruiz:

Clutching her drink, Ellie scrutinized the infamous Sergio Almonte, the man who was rumored to run most of the prostitutes and all of the gambling in Havana Vieja. He wore a well-cut dark suit that looked tailored. He wasn’t a big man, but broad shoulders nicely filled out his jacket, and he towered over her by several inches. She had to admit he wasn’t merely attractive—he was everything plus.


He smiled. Perfect teeth revealed his wealthy antecedents. 



If you want to know what happened between Ellie and Sergio--and later, between Ellie, Sergio and Arturo--you'll have to preorder the boxed set now or get the anthology when it's published on July first.




And if you visit the Naughty Literati website--you'll find a Gleam giveaway of a Kindle Fire loaded with Naughty Literati books and anthologies!






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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

New #boxedSet! New Cover! (@naughtyLiterati @MFRW_ORG #99cents #romance)


While it's been quiet here at the Velvet Lair, I've been anything but lazy.

The Naughty Literati released a boxed set about a month ago, but hey, guess what? We have another coming out in a couple of weeks, and that means--yes! A new cover, preorder links, new hot contests and great new stories for your reading pleasure this summer.

So please welcome Naughty Escapes, eleven stories about sexy summertime getaways. Read about couples discovering love in all kinds of fun places: a penthouse playroom in San Francisco, the shore of Lake Superior, a deserted island in The Bermuda Triangle, a Mob-controlled nightclub in pre-revolutionary Havana, along an English river, a Parisian sex club, a nude beach in Barcelona, the ancient Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza, a villa overlooking Lake Como in Italy, a Berlin honeymoon, and a swanky condo in Zurich.



Here's a snippet from my story, One Hot Havana Night. I wrote much of it while scouting locations in Havana, Cuba, when I visited in March.

"But wait!" you cry. "What's it about?"

Well, okay. Here's the blurbage:

Havana, 1958... On the eve of the revolution, journalist Ellie Wheeler dreams of the biggest story of her life. Two hot men make all her dreams come true—even ones she didn’t know she had.

Guess what? It includes a sexy M/F/M ménage.

Here’s an excerpt to sharpen your appetite:

The big doors closed behind her with a click.

She turned to see Almonte leaning against them, eyeing her with predatory interest gleaming in his dark eyes. Her belly fluttered. She’d exposed corrupt union bosses and crooked politicians, but this was really the first time she’d played with the big boys. Organized crime was nothing to treat casually, and she’d thought she was ready.

Maybe not.

He stalked toward her. “Take that stupid thing off. It fools no one.” He tugged at her wig.

“Ow!” She put a hand up to her head to stop him. “My hair clashes dreadfully with my dress.”

 “Then take off your dress.” He slid one long, dark finger along the curve of her neck to her shoulder. The contact tingled in a way she hadn’t before experienced. “Strip for me.”

She turned to him, her eyes wide.

He laughed. “I thought you said anything for the story. You knew what would happen when you came up here. Shall we not pretend?”

She swallowed hard. How had she gotten into this predicament?

By being Hell on Wheels. Everyone thought she was brassy and bold. They had no idea she was still a virgin.


Here’s where you can score a copy. Preorder now!


And check out our home page for a fantastic contest for a Kindle Fire loaded with fabulous reading, including all four of our anthologies plus a bunch of other novels!


Good luck!

And watch this space for a fabulous new contest--with a chance to win every day!