Saturday, April 25, 2015

Pool Man by @sabrina_york #Decadent #Vacation #Romance


A fun, flirty romantic romp…with a twist!
Paige Barber needs a vacation. She can’t resist her best friend’s offer of a remote vacation home on a private Caribbean island. Jimmy, the sexy pool boy, is part and parcel with the offer. But recently dumped Paige has no intention of taking advantage of that amenity…until she sets eyes on Jimmy. He’s not a boy at all, but the sexiest man Paige has ever met.
And he can cook. Oh, man, can he cook!
She thinks it will be easy returning to the real world after an utterly wanton and sensuous week in the arms of a hot, hard, perfect man. But it’s not. It’s not easy at all.

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The house was quiet and shadowed as I padded back to the pool. I didn’t see any sign of Jimmy, which was just as well. My dreams had been filled with him; he’d haunted every crevice of my sleep. I felt like I’d been steeped in him, reliving every touch, every glance, every fantasy.
Those dreams clung to my consciousness, as dreams sometimes do, stoking a hunger I hadn’t even realized I had.
I’d been kind of joking when I’d invited Jimmy to my room, but in truth, it hadn’t been a joke at all. I wanted him. Really wanted him. Needed him, maybe.
Needed the oblivion a wild, steamy, pointless affair could provide.
My ego ached after Harlan’s betrayal, but it was more than that. It was more than assuaging a hit to my self-esteem.
I simply wanted Jimmy.
Wanted him in a way I’d never wanted a man before.
Maybe it was the isolation. Maybe it was the magnificent surroundings. Maybe it was simply the fact that he was hotter than hot. Certainly hotter than Harlan with his bad-boy-biker persona, his bull ring. His tattoos. Nothing about him had been real in the end. Nothing about us had been either.
The tiny lights strung around Marlee’s patio glowed as they bobbed in the breeze. The waters of the hot tub steamed a warm welcome, bathed in a surreal blue that shone like a beacon in the gathering night.
I tossed my towel on a lounge chair and stepped in. And hissed.
Warmth lapped at me. I sank, allowing the water to consume me slowly. My skin shivered as I eased deeper, all the way to my neck. I turned around and leaned against one of the benches formed in the tile and closed my eyes.
Heaven.
I owed Marlee. And I owed her big time.
This place was, indeed, heaven on earth. And Jimmy… Well, the jury was still out on that one. Marlee had been frank. “Paige,” she’d said. “You need to get laid. And trust me, if anyone can help you forget about that douchebag Harlan Rivers, it’s my Jimmy.” I tried not to let it bug me that she’d put it that way. My Jimmy. Not that I had any ownership of him. Not that I wanted it.
I just wasn’t used to sharing men with my best friend.
Remembering the ripple of his pec beneath my palm, I nibbled my lip.
I could probably get over it…
“May I join you?”
I opened my eyes at the deep voice, at the question tinged with a throb.
My heart stuttered. My breath caught.
Gawd.
Jimmy. Standing there next to the hot tub, wearing nothing but a tight black Speedo. Everything I had imagined under his casual clothes, everything I had hoped for, was there. Thick muscles roping his chest and forearms, thighs like tree trunks, a flat, taut belly, sculpted abs and a tantalizing dark line arrowing toward a magnificent bulge.
I nearly swallowed my tongue.
“May I?”
Oh lord, I’d been ogling. “Yes. Please. Come on in. The water’s fine.”
Yeah, lame. Cliché. But there you go. It was the best I could come up with. My brain, apparently, was on vacation as well.
The water rose as he eased in. His groan echoed off the shadows. He’d taken off his glasses so I had an unfettered view of his face. When his eyes closed, in that moment of bliss as the water enveloped him, when his lips parted…I thought, perhaps, that was what his O-face would look like.
One could hope.
Many men were like monkeys when their crisis descended. Which was why I rarely looked. I was possessed of the sharp, sudden urge to see Jimmy in ecstasy. To watch him come.
Okay, not so sudden. But definitely sharp.
Though he sat across from me, the hot tub wasn’t too big, and his foot nudged mine. I didn’t jerk away, though my first inclination was to do just that. I reminded myself that any advance had to come from him. Jimmy was Marlee’s pool boy, not a sex slave. And if he wasn’t interested—I ignored the dark dip of my mood at the thought—that would be that.
So when his foot grazed mine, I steeled my spine and left it there. Next to his.
Our gazes tangled. His toe slipped up my ankle, a tentative foray. A fluttery thrill, an unexpected shower of arousal, trickled through me.
I stroked back.
His focus on me intensified, though it flicked, for a fraction of an instant, to my breasts. They bobbed in the water, as breasts often did, buoyed and jubilant to be released from the bondage of gravity. He licked his lips. My nipples pebbled as I imagined his mouth on them.
His eyes narrowed then raked their way back to my face. “How-how did you sleep?”
Was it my imagination or was he struggling for words? As though casual talk had no place between us, but he needed the lubricant.
The thought of lubricant, and what we could do with it, flashed through my brain. Fizzled there, incinerating all other preoccupations.
“I slept well.”
“Good.” A rough growl. “The room was to your liking?”
“Yes.”
“The bed…comfortable?”
The word bed made me shudder. Maybe it was just the way he said it, infusing it with meaning, intent.
Or maybe it was simply the fact that he’d slipped nearer.
The breeze shifted and brought his scent to me on wispy tendrils. That intoxicating bite of his cologne made my head spin.
“Are you…hungry?” His voice rumbled, thrummed with double entendre.
“Not for food.” A whisper. I barely choked it out. Because he’d come close, and closer still. “But first… Rules.”
His brow wrinkled. “Rules?”
I nodded primly. Best to just get this out. I held up a finger. “One. Always use protection.”
“P-protection?” He stared at me like a deer in the headlights. Seriously? Had he not known it was going this way? Had he not suspected?
Or was he shy?
I kind of liked that. I kind of liked the fantasy that he didn’t screw Marlee and every one of the friends she sent to him.
He cleared his throat and nodded. “Okay. Protection.” He swallowed. “Any other rules?”
“Just one.” It had to be said. “No talking about Marlee.”
His features froze. His lips opened and closed. “No, ah, talking about Marlee?”
“Exactly.” I pushed off, floated into his arms. He caught me. His hands skated over my wet skin reverently, sending ripples in his wake. “I don’t want anything between us, Jimmy. Not anything at all.”
“Oh God.” He yanked me close. It was a shock, the feel of him so hard and rough against my body, but a delightful one.
“Nothing between us,” I whispered.
“Nothing.”
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Friday, April 24, 2015

BOOK TOUR: Bad Boys with Cameron Skye #FamilyAboveEverything #Mafia #Romance







What is it about a bad boy that makes a girls panties fall off? 

I find myself attracted the bad boy, not only in books and on TV but in real life.
Books – Nick Roman from Fallen Angel (of course) and Tyler Malone from Alisa Anderson’s Give and Receive Series.
Television-Damian on Vampire Diaries, Klaus on The Originals, Tony Soprano from the Soprano’s. 
If he’s a bad boy, Lord help me I’m there! 
In trying to break the bad boy habit (I’m not quite there yet), I decided to share my story by writing this book. I mean, the person behind Nick Roman in Fallen Angel, definitely…DEFINITELY is a bad boy.
Yet, I still find myself totally, head over heels in love with him to this day.
Why the fruit is that?  What the hell is wrong with me?
I knew to be able to let go of my addiction, I needed to look into the reasons behind why I’m addicted to them (him) in the first place. In examining my head (a very scary thing to do), I came up with a few reasons behind why, I still love this man so.
He makes me feel adventurous…dangerous.
I knew from the moment I met Nick he wasn’t going to fulfill some biological desire to be my baby’s daddy. To me he was exhilarating…tantalizing…dangerous.
I knew I shouldn’t be with him. Hell, I was warned by multiple people to stay away from him. “He’s way too dangerous…He will hurt you!”
Yet, I did it anyway. 
I gave into the call of becoming his bad girl. I cracked, totally falling for his charms and personality. And, he has a personality that is for sure. One that permeates confidence. Hell, enough confidence for ten men. And, let’s be real ladies…we find confidence super sexy in a man.
We all love a man who knows how to handle his business with absolutely no reservations about what he says or does. We love a man who has a certain swagger in their step. A contagious charisma. 
He is who he is. There are no apologies for him being so. There is no need to brag or boast about his shit. He lets it all do the talking for him. He’s in control of all aspects of his life, especially you.
Which brings me to my next point.
Usually, this type of confidence and control follows him into the bedroom. These type of men are experienced in the bedroom. They never second guess a move. They just instinctively know what you need and want and how far to take you past your limits.
Oh and trust me, that confidence did follow him into the bedroom =) 
In keeping with his personality traits, I also found him to be completely mysterious. I had a very strong desire to find out what made this man tick. Why was he like he was?  What made him do the things he did?
I had to find out!
While giving it my best shot, to this day I have not yet cracked the code to the man behind Nick Roman. I probably never will…but I’m still having fun trying.
This man was/is the Holy Grail of challenges. I thought maybe, just maybe I could turn him into a gentleman, a good guy…my baby’s daddy. Somehow, the hurt inside of his soul could be removed by my love. I could help him grow. I would help him heal. 
Given all the above, the truth really comes down to I thought I could save him. I thought I could fix him. The fact was it was I who needed to grow and to be healed.
Much like the words of I Will Fix You, which is our song, we ended up trying to fix each other which was not a good idea at all. I cry at every time I hear that stupid song because I think of us and our time in Miami.
Don’t ask me how but somewhere in n the crazy madness of Nick and Jess, it was he that ended up fixing me. He got to my soul first.
Ladies, take it from a bad boy junky - do the “right” thing and date good guys. Guys who don’t engage in illegal activity, who are loyal, trustworthy.  
If you meet a man like Nick run!
Run far.
Run fast.
Run from this complicated man.
Where the road to happiness is never, never easy nor guaranteed. Where there will be frequent heart break, pain, misery and tears. But know if you don’t run and accept the challenge, maybe…just maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a crazy, all consuming love to find a way into your life and you too will end up one hell of a story to tell!
This one is mine… 
Cameron~


Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance
 (Roman Crime Family)
Alisa Anderson & Cameron Skye


"Fallen Angel is a dark, tasty appetizer with echoes of "The Sopranos." It's like picking up a Lindt truffle on your way out of the store. There's just enough to wake up your taste buds, or in this case, other parts due South." - Margo's Red Light District
"Gritty,sexy and with a strong but vulnerable female lead. Fallen Angel is a surprisingly good read." - Ingrid Hall
"Is Jess going to get sucked into a world with Nick that will destroy her or will she bring Nick to the other side and they find happy ever after? I will be grabbing the next book soon. I need to know more about this story and what the future holds." - TBird, Crystals Many Reviews
"Fallen Angel is a quick and sexy read. I hope to get the chance to read the next installment. I want to know more about Nick and the dangerous games he's playing. - Angela, Crystals Many Reviews."
Based on events from author, Cameron Skye’s life. Where does fiction meet reality? You decide.
Fallen Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 4 to 6 weeks, at approximately 8000 to 11000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter. 

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Authors Bios: 

Alisa Anderson
well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.
​she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?
​but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)

Cameron Skye
When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen's terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.
She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.

  

   

THE GUNSLINGER’S GIFT: Guardians of the Light 4 by April Zyon #EroticRomance @honorjames2015






Thank you for hosting me for my latest book, The Gunslinger’s Gift which is the fourth book in my Guardians of the Light series. This book was just released on March 11th with Secret Cravings Publishing. 


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THE GUNSLINGER’S GIFT
Guardians of the Light 4
The moment Sophia Duffy met him she knew he was the one for her. She’s seen him in her dreams for years, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were fated for one another. So when he shuns her Sophia doesn’t know what to do, expect to leave.

As a gun slinger James Butler “Wild Bill” Hickok has always lived by how fast he can draw his weapon. Statistics, odds, and where the sun sits in the sky he understands. But the pull of one woman on his heart, and soul he fears more than any bullet flying his way.

They only have one shot at forever. The Darkness is encroaching, pushing at them all to make the wrong choice. James is running out of time to make the right call when it comes to Sophia, or risk losing her forever and missing out on the perfect love.

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Thank you for reading my series, Guardians of the Light. This book is the fourth book of the series and revolves around Wild Bill Hickok. I loved telling his story, especially after The Argonauts Fate where he was introduced. His humor was contagious and Sophia, his VV (Vestal Virgin) is as sweet and down to Earth as one can get.


PG EXCERPT:

Two weeks after returning to The Mountain, James saw her again. Sophia Ann Duffy.
Pausing in the corridor, he watched her walking and talking with her sister. They were such opposites. Vivian was a bold woman, not just with her red hair and take-charge attitude, but she had a presence about her that said she wouldn’t take crap from anyone. She’d bonded with one of the oldest, yet still functioning, Guardians, Jason.
When they had found Vivian, she’d been on a story that had quickly led them to hunting down Vivian’s sister on the job. The monsters had targeted Sophia because she was one of the thirteen rarest women alive, a Vestal Virgin, destined to bond with a Guardian.
There was something about the dark haired beauty that called to him. Unfortunately, if he focused on her too long, he ended up with a headache. One the medics were stumped by, since there was absolutely no medical evidence to support it.
The doctors might be clueless, but the other Guardians knew something. At least that was his guess, given the looks he’d been getting from Gaius, Hector, Jason, and Mercury. Even Alexander, who pretty much hated James’ guts, was giving him that same knowing stare. They knew something, and they weren’t telling him, which was seriously pissing him off.
Sighing, he watched as Sophia disappeared around the corner of a corridor intersection, and his headache let up. “What the fuck is going on?” he muttered to himself.
Giving his head a shake, he continued on his way to the base’s main hub. He couldn’t keep thinking about Sophia, no matter how often his mind went to her. She didn’t seem to want to see him, so it really didn’t matter if he wanted to talk to her. She avoided him all too well in a place he knew better than she ever could.
“James, about time,” Mercury said.
Acknowledging their leader, James then nodded to Helen, their tech guru, and took a chair near her. “So, what’s the news?”
“Eric updated me early this morning. He’s found our guy again and is tracking him now. He needs backup out there,” Mercury answered.
“So, you’re shipping me back out to Miami?”
“No, Alexander’s already departed to assist him. Gaius is having fits again, understandable of course, but still, we need to keep an eye on him. He wants to go out there, but we all know how that would end up.”
Yeah, Gaius on a rampage to get the man responsible for Emily, his soul mate, being hurt wouldn’t go well. Godzilla had nothing on Gaius when he got his back up about something and went looking to kill someone.
“So, I’m here why?” James asked. He didn’t get why he’d been summoned, especially since he’d been off training. Mercury didn’t interrupt training for any reason.
“You and I need to talk.” Mercury moved to the door and shot James an expectant look.
Groaning softly, James rolled his eyes and followed the man. They went through the halls to Mercury’s office, where James took the chair he was pointed to. “What do we need to talk about?”
“About you getting your head out of your ass and seeing what’s right in front of you.”
“Huh?”
“It’s been two weeks since you got back, and while I agreed at the time with the others to keep my nose out of it, enough is enough.”
“Again, I’m going to have to go with ‘huh’?”
“You and Sophia. Deal with it, sooner rather than later,” Mercury said.
“There’s nothing to deal with, Merc. She’s a great girl and all, but she wants nothing to do with me. Which, given how my head practically explodes with pain any time I’m near her, it’s probably a good thing she’s avoiding me like she is.”
Mercury shot James a look and scraped a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe you have no clue,” he muttered. “Do you remember what I told you about the medallion when I brought you back?”
“Yeah, don’t let anyone shatter it, as it’s as effective as having my head removed. Which, in my case, is pretty much the same thing.” James was obviously missing a key point, though, because Mercury was giving him a look that called him an idiot nine ways of Sunday.
“There was more to it than that. It wasn’t that long ago, and even with the brain damage you suffered, you should remember it.”
Frowning, James thought back. The medallion would give him life as long as it wasn’t shattered, or he didn’t lose his head. It would help to guide him to stay in the light, but couldn’t override his own needs and wants. If he gave into the darkness that surrounded them then he’d become one of the Evil Ones.
Then, it hit him. It would direct him to the one woman in all the world that was his—his heart, his light, his soul mate. “Shit,” he breathed out. Sophia Duffy was his soul mate.
And he’d pretty much done everything in his power to drive her away because of the headaches. The headaches! He let out a groan and pressed a hand to his eyes. No other Guardian had a medallion in their head. It made sense all of a sudden. He was getting the headaches because the medallion was trying to draw him to her.
“There we go,” Mercury said. “I knew all you’d need was a nudge.”
“Fucking hell, Merc. Why didn’t someone point it out sooner? She hates my guts right now. I did everything I could to push her away, and I succeeded. She won’t get within more than thirty feet of me anymore.”
“Well, then, you have a hell of a lot of work to do. I’d watch out for Vivian, though. She’s a very protective older sister, and Jason’s been teaching her hand-to-hand combat tactics. While you might beat her on the draw, I figure she’ll take you down out of sheer determination and whatever women have that makes them stronger than we men could ever hope to be.”
Mercury got to his feet and came around the desk. “Now, get out of my office and figure out how to win your woman back. Soon, too, or she might just be handed off to another Guardian by whatever power lays within the medallion.”
“Can that happen?” James asked, in sudden horror.
“Hell if I know, but it’s a power beyond anything I understand. It might just decide you’re not worthy of her and give her to someone that will actually treasure her for the gift she is. And that may very well mean you’re out of luck, permanently.”
“Shit,” James whispered. Popping up to his feet, he got out of there quickly. No way in hell am I losing my only hope at staying in the light to another Guardian. The mere thought of Sophia being touched by another man made his stomach turn. She was his.
Stopping, he looked around. Now, he had one major problem and a minor obstacle, getting Sophia to speak to him again so he could apologize and avoiding being gutted by her sister. He’d seen the looks that Vivian had been shooting his way, and now, he understood them.

© April Zyon, Secret Cravings Publishing, 2015

Excerpt R
“Touch yourself, honey. Play with your clit. Learn your own body, and its responses.” He cupped her breast in his free hand, pinching and rolling her nipple.
Sophia did just that. She slid her hand down her body, over his that was working in and out of her, and rubbed her thumb over her clit.
“That’s it, Soph.” He pulled his fingers from her body, laced them through hers, and pressed a digit from each of their hands back inside her. “Feel how hot, how wet, you are, Sophia. You’re so slick, so ready to accept anything and everything we do together.”
“Yes.” She was, too. “Jesus. Please, James.” She was desperate for more. “I want you inside of me. Love me,” she begged.
“I do love you, with everything I have in me.” He drew their fingers from her body again and grabbed her hips. Lifting her up, he poised her over himself. “Guide me into your pussy, Sophia. Take hold of my cock and help me slip into your sweet, little body.”
Reaching between them, Sophia closed her hand over his thick shaft. “Holy hell,” she moaned. “You’re so hard.” She adjusted herself, her thumb still stroking over her own clit, and sobbed while bracing her other hand on his arm. “You feel so good.”
He let her slide down his cock slowly, one of his hands moving up to cup her breast and pull her back to his chest. “You’re in the position to move, to control what we do, Sophia. Move your legs so you can use them to lift and lower yourself on me.”
She moved experimentally up then down on him and sobbed back a sigh of pure, intense pleasure. “Holy hell,” she moaned again.
“Nice and slow, Soph. Take your time, honey. We have all the time in the world. It’s just you and I, here in this moment, enjoying one another.” He gave her breast a gentle squeeze, flicking her nipple as he caught her free hand. Sliding it down her body, he pressed it to where they were joined.
“That feels so good.” She rocked back and forth on him, shivering in reaction to his touches. “There, that feels good.” She was moving slowly now, taking his advice and simply loving every single part of their union.
“It should always feel good between us, Soph. No matter what we do, no matter how we do it, it should always be fucking amazing when we come together.” James pressed a kiss to her neck, her shoulder, and scraped his teeth lightly over her skin.
“Couldn’t agree more.” She was rocking faster now, her actions just a bit rougher. “James.” She felt that feeling in the pit of her stomach, of the butterflies threatening to burst free and take flight. “What is this?” Her pussy tightened against his cock. “Please.”
“It’s your orgasm, Sophia. Ride it all out. Let it break free. Just let it consume you. I’ll be right here to catch you when you fall. I’ll always be here to catch you, honey.” He was rocking his hips, driving his cock through her folds faster, taking her higher and higher. “Let go and scream for me, honey.”
Sophia moved harder and faster on him. She didn’t stop. She needed this every single bit as much from him as he needed it from her. “There,” she sobbed, and with her head falling back, she screamed his name let her release break free.
His arm held her tight to his body as he rubbed her clit, drawing her climax out. Over and over, he slammed into her body until he finally stilled deep inside of her. His teeth latched onto her shoulder as he growled out her name and heat flooded her sheath in long splashes.
Sophia screamed out his name a second time. She liked the way that heated moisture felt when he tightened like that. “Gods,” she whimpered. “Was that your orgasm?” she asked, as she collapsed against him. “Heavens, that was so very, very good. I think we need to do that a lot.”
“Was what, what?” James sounded confused. And more than a little dazed. “Damn, woman, I think you might have killed me.” He laughed softly, hugging her close to him as he pressed kisses along her throat and jaw.
“The heat that I feel inside of me. Was that your orgasm?” she asked again with a smile and rubbed her cheek to his shoulder. “I like it. If you’ve been killed, then I’m dead too.”



© April Zyon, Secret Cravings Publishing, 2015


Author Bio


Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.

Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to - creating a career for herself.

As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Halleluja.

This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.

Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to her amazing publishers.

Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!


*** I also write for Evernight Publishing, and coming soon, Loose Id. I have an alter-ego as well, Honor James, and under that name I write for Siren Publishing exclusively.



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