Time to get sweaty in the Jungle Inferno
Monday, August 20th, 2012



For Faith and Mark, the telepathic connection they’d shared for years was nothing compared to the scorching physical connection they realized as adults. From the first moment they came together, “erotic” was too pale a word to describe their relationship. Together they explored each other’s deepest, darkest desires. But now Mark, survivor of an ambush to his Delta Force team, is a prisoner of a terrorist group in the Peruvian jungle, and his telepathic communication with Faith is his only contact with the world. While she searches for help to save him, they survive on dreams that take them beyond all sexual boundaries.


Review:  Sizzling hot and intense, Jungle Infernois the perfect mix of nail-biting suspense, emotional torment and sultry sensuousness.

I must confess that this book surprised me.  I was incredibly intrigued when I read the blurb and after having read a few of Ms. Holt’s other works, I was anxious to read this one.  However, I was blown away by the intense scenes of imprisonment that Mark suffered and the look into a twisted political plot that could devastate the entire country – all for money.  I also loved the unique connection that Mark and Faith shared.  Their discovery that they could communicate telepathically to one another at a young age and the development of their friendship into something deep and moving was excellent.

Though hot and erotic, the love scenes are filled with passion – both emotionally and physically.  These scenes are also entwined within the action of the story in a perfect way.  I must also mention that the scenes are tasteful and not done in an offensive way at all.

I really enjoyed the character of Faith.  She is intelligent, sweet and an author – I have a fondness for books when they center on an author or bookshop in any way, lol.  Faith is also an incredibly gutsy and courageous woman who suffers right along with Mark as she literally feels his pain and torment.  Their bond is mesmerizing.  Mark, a captain in the Delta Force was taken hostage when his team is ambushed by a relentless group of terrorist.  He is tortured and suffers to no end, but never breaks.  His hold on sanity comes from his communication with Faith, as well as heated dreams of the last weekend the couple spent together in heated pleasure and endless discoveries.

Jungle Infernois an excellent read for anyone looking for sensuousness, true love, dedication and an excellent plot.  I not only fell in love with the main characters of Faith and Mark, but also with Faith’s assistant/close friend Tia and the entire group of hot sizzling alpha males that made up the Phoenix Agency.  These guys are fearless, brave, mind-blowingly intelligent, loyal, fierce and – oh yeah – all male!  I can’t wait for the next installment in this series!  Speaking of the series, here is the list of the other books in the Phoenix Agency series – which are all out and available now:  Extrasensory (Bk 2), Delicious Danger(Bk 3) and F-Stop(Bk 4).  I must get cracking on these… lol!

Do I recommend Jungle Inferno?  Oh yes, without a doubt.  This is the perfect story to lose yourself in.  It will engulf your senses and send your pulse racing.

Excerpt:

The last time she’d heard from Mark Halloran was two years ago. That time she’d been sitting in a Starbucks drinking a mocha latte and checking her schedule on her PDA when the message hit her. Startled, she’d nearly spilled her coffee and looked around to make sure he wasn’t just standing two feet away.

Hello, darlin’.

That whiskey-smooth voice had warmed her blood and made her smile. And remember the one long weekend they’d had together before he’d left on a mission.

Hi. Where are you?

Far away.

An image of him in a helicopter danced before her eyes, helmet securely on his head, rifle and other gear strapped to his body. As a Special Ops soldier, a member of the famed Delta Force, he was always in some far corner of the world on a mission that no one could discuss. Usually he was concentrating so hard on what he was doing there was no opportunity to clear his mind and reach out to her.

Miss you, came the next message.

Me too. You’ll never know how much. You still have my heart.

The image had changed to one of him naked, grinning, his blue eyes laughing at her. Her body had heated and every pulse point had begun to throb. She’d looked around her carefully, sure every eye was on her but everyone had appeared to be attending to their own business. She’d carried that short message and those images with her for a long time.



Life’s a beach-and great things happen there
Friday, August 17th, 2012

Here we are at the Great Blog Hop again, with dozens of authors and just as many prizes, including a grand prize. What’s the theme? Life’s a Beach!!!! 
Below is the link to find the list of all the other blogs. You must leave a comment at each one to be eligible for any and all of the prizes. Winners will be drawn  by the Grand Poobah of Blogs on Sunday night. 

 http://justromance.me 

I’m loving this theme because it takes me back to the second story I sold to Ellora’s Cave, Once Upon a Wedding, which takes place at the beach and is still one of my most favorite stories. Here’s a taste for you:

Loraine “Rainie” McIntyre longs for just one weekend to let down her hair and find a man who will help her live out all her fantasies before her conventional wedding to her very conventional fiancé and continuing her very conventional life. Despite Stuart’s protests, she knows she has to do this or she’ll always feel she missed something in life. Goodbye Loraine, hello Rainie.

And hello Joe, the sex god with lion’s eyes she meets at the beach. Hopping on his motorcycle with him, she roars off to a weekend of the wildest sex anyone could ever want. But things are not always what they seem and life is about to hand Rainie a few surprises.


Excerpt:
“Sounds like you should have a talk with Stuart.” They were silent for a long moment. Joe picked up one of her hands and played with the fingers. “So Rainie-who-wants-to-be-wild. Do you think I’d do?”

She frowned. “Do?”

“You know. For the weekend fling. I’m healthy, momentarily unattached and I can promise you the sex will be better than you can imagine.”

Her heart was beating in a stuttering rhythm. A flutter deep in her womb began to increase in tempo.

While she chewed on her lip, Joe made the decision for her. He swallowed the last of his drink, rose with lithe jungle grace and held out his hand to her. “Come on. I promise you an adventure you won’t forget.”

Rainie looked up at him. A wildness glittered in his lion’s eyes, a hint of something feral and untamed beneath all those tanned muscles and that amazing grin. Anticipation rolled over her.

“All right.” She stood up, hitched the thin strap of her flat purse over her shoulder and gave him her hand.

He tossed their drink cups in a trash barrel and led her toward the street.

“Where are we going?”

“I rented a house down the beach for the weekend. How does that sound?”

She paused. “I don’t have any clothes except what I’ve got on. And my car’s in the garage here.”

The amber eyes darkened to a deep gold. “If things work out you won’t need any clothes. And your car’s safe at the hotel. Anyway, I’ve got the transportation covered.”

They stopped at the curb where a gleaming silver Ducati motorcycle rested on its kickstand.

Rainie’s mouth flopped open. “Is this yours?”

“Sure is.” He winked at her and handed her a helmet. “Here. You’ll need this. Don’t want to splatter your brains before we get to that wild sex.”

Suddenly Rainie threw back her head and laughed. What the hell. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? “Okay, Joe. Crank ‘er up.”

She hopped onto the motorcycle behind him, wrapped her arms around his hard, muscular body, her hands clasped against sun-warmed male skin and inhaled. A cologne so light its fragrance was almost elusive mingled with the scent of the sun, the Gulf waters, the lingering coconut aroma of the piña coladas and the male essence that was uniquely Joe. She had to squash an irresistible urge to pull up his shirt and lick his skin to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.

They roared down the street with wheeling seagulls squawking overhead and the rushing slipstream of the wind sweeping away the last vestiges of restraint.


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Take a trip into deep Subspace
Thursday, August 16th, 2012


Review by: ELF on Aug 13, 2012

Tags: Erotic RomanceAnthologiesMenage / Multiple PartnersBDSM

Wow! A blazingly hot collection of tales that explore the steamy world of BDSM written by six very talented authors. This was a fascinating look at the different aspects of submission seen through the eyes of those who are familiar with the ‘Life’ as well as those who are being introduced to all of the joys that can be found with the proper guide. That elusive state of subspace can only be achieved under the right circumstances with the right person(s) and these sizzling stories give intriguing glimpses of various paths to that delightful goal. Particularly entertaining was the glimpse of people in all walks of life who choose to explore this aspect of their intimate encounters and the delightful experiences that are available to those who are brave enough to try new things although some situations require a suspension of disbelief. A nice selection of spicy tales that introduced me to several new authors while reminding me of how much I enjoy the tales of one of my favorites.
“Subspace” is a collection of erotic tales by Sierra Cartwright, Desiree Holt, Jan Irving, Justine Elyot, Elizabeth Caldwell, and Mina Dorian. Various techniques used in Dominance/submission relationships are described in tales that vary from a pair of deliciously dominant males helping a small town woman reach a new level of arousal to a scientist exploring the effects of different forms of corporal punishment as well as a younger dominant male introducing an older woman to a new lifestyle (that must be quite a strip mall!) and a poignant struggle to keep a D/s relationship from deepening beyond the master/sub connection. A description of candle play that is introduced to someone exploring the role of submissive as well as an intriguing tale of a well-trained submissive who flees into the arms of a caring Dominant round out the collection.

Book Blurb for Subspace

Three-Way Tie by Sierra Cartwright
Lindsey wins a weekend with renowned Dom Master Rafael, and when she arrives, she is stunned to discover he’s invited Master Eric to join them. One sexy Dom is beyond her experience, but two?
Head Games by Desiree Holt
Dom Diego Valdez has a reputation for never keeping his subs more than two years. After three years, Kaci is wondering when her time will be up. Because Kaci has done the unforgiveable—fallen in love with him.
His Landlady by Jan Irving
Diana can’t see a warrior athlete like her tenant Sloan and an earth mother like her having much in common. Any anyway, he’s too young to be her master…isn’t he?
The Science of Submission by Justine Elyot
Ailish’s is fascinated with the shadowy figure known as The Scientist. So when Rod suggests she assist him in his research into some of the lesser-travelled roads of human sexuality, she is too intrigued to resist.
Away From It All by Elizabeth Coldwell
Alyssa’s tired of playing by the rules. But when she meets handsome American Drew Jefferies, he vows to teach her what it means to be dominated. Can Alyssa learn to play by his rules?
The Accidental Sub by Mina Dorian
On the run from her abusive husband Catherine has learned not to trust anyone—especially no one in the BDSM lifestyle. But will she be able to resist a powerful Dom like Jon?
(Total-E-Bound Publishing9780857158109
Crimson Footprints-A Must Read
Tuesday, August 14th, 2012


Meet the very talented Shewanda Pugh and her hot new release.

Goddess Fish Promotions has organized a 100-Stop Book Blurb Blitz Tour for Shewanda Pugh’s Crimson Footprints, a romance that was released in ebook format on May 31 and will be released in print by Delphine Publications on August 14. The Book Blurb Blitz Tour takes place TODAY!!!

The author will be giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to one random commenter and to one random host at the conclusion of the tour. 


BLURB:  

When an insecure, bi-racial woman begins a cloak-and-dagger love affair with a Japanese American man, she is intent on keeping her bigoted family in the dark—albeit with devastating consequences. On the night of her brother’s murder, Deena Hammond stumbles upon Takumi Tanaka, lost and on the wrong end of a .32. After rescuing him from the certain fate driving through the hood in a Porsche will bring, a sweet kind of friendship begins. A balm for her grief. Maybe, Deena likes to think, it happened the day her white mother killed her black father. Or maybe, it was always a part of them, like DNA gone bad. Whatever the case, Deena knows that her family would never approve, hell, never acknowledge her fast-growing love for Takumi. And had he never made love to her that way, in that unraveling, soul-searching sort of way, she could’ve done the same. But love’s a devil that way. So, their game begins. One where they hide what they are from everyone. Anyone. And Tak understands this—for now. After all, Deena’s career hinges on the favor of her mentor and boss, his hard-ass of a father. And the Hammond family is already stretched thin with grief. Yet, each step Deena takes toward family and career brings her closer to an acceptance she’s never had. And away from him.


 Excerpt:

                  A slender, striking man of Asian descent was on the wrong end of Anthony’s .32. With arms raised, his hands were splayed in a show of defenselessness. His expression was calm, despite the growing crowd of onlookers and the pistol in his face. Behind him, an old woman made the sign of the cross.

        “Anthony!” Deena cried, rushing towards them. Her brother cast a single sideways glance but kept his gun level.

        “Get back in the house,” he said.

Deena turned her attention to the Asian man. She was struck by his eyes, wide and heavy-lidded. His mouth was generous, his square face softened by layers of thick black hair. He had boyish good looks and a long, lean athletic frame.

Japanese.

            She was certain he was Japanese.

            Deena turned to her brother. “Will you put that thing away?”

            The two stared at each other, older sister, young brother, eyes narrowed. When he didn’t move, Deena stepped between the gun and the stranger, her eyes level with the barrel. Anthony lowered the gun with a sigh and Deena seized the opportunity to snatch it.

            She turned to the stranger. “I assume that’s your car,” she said, nodding towards a sleek gray convertible parked haphazardly, a shiny nickel in a murky puddle. He nodded, his glossy black tresses falling into wide almond eyes.

            “Yeah, um, about that.” He cleared his throat. “He uh, took my keys.”

            Deena turned to her brother, hand extended. He dropped the keys in her palm with a sigh, a new Ferrari slipping from his grasp with reluctance.

            She passed the keys to the stranger and their fingertips brushed. Something warm and foreign turned over in her and her lips parted in surprise. She thought she saw the makings of a smile in his eyes, but she dismissed it. He took the keys and thanked her. And as she watched him peel off with the top down on his sleek convertible, Deena’s pulse skittered then and long after.


Meet the Author:
Shewanda Pugh is a native of Boston’s inner city, though she now lives in sunny Miami, Florida. She has a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from Alabama A&M University and a Master’s in Writing from Nova Southeastern University. Fueled from a young age, her passion for crossing societal boundaries like race, class and culture, is the inspiration for both her cluttered bookshelf and her writing. When she’s not busy obsessing over fiction, she can be found traveling, nursing her social networking addiction or enjoying the company of loved ones.






Meet new gothic author Winter Frost
Sunday, August 12th, 2012

And her brand new novella Lady in the Mist.
Be sure to lead a comment. I’m going away a $10 Gift Certificate to Amazon or Barnes and Noble to one lucky winner.

Blurb:

Upon her arrival in Shoal Harbor, Maine, Lily Jackson hears eerie moans that the locals claim are the ghostly cries of the unfortunate Breckenridge women. Running from loss and setback in Cincinnati, Lily needs the job as semi-psychiatric caregiver for Andrew Breckenridge, but the storm she has to weather from the oldest Breckenridge brother is severe. Clinton Breckenridge is a brooding man used to getting his own way, and he’s not convinced Lily is the right person to help his troubled younger brother.

Even as Lily starts picking up the pieces of Andrew’s tortured psyche and finding out his dark secrets, another mystery looms before her. Andrew’s lover has gone missing in recent months and no one knows what has happened to her, or if her voice has joined those of the other Breckenridge women. Before she knows it, Lily finds herself in danger—thrust directly into the eye of the raging storm.

Excerpt:

That night, I was in my room preparing for bed when a loud crack of thunder vibrated through the room. I rushed to the window, dread pounding through me at the sight of the darkening sky. Drops of rain shimmered on the glass, and a startling bolt of lightning illuminated the lighthouse. A movement in the top window made me squint through the darkness. Had that been a face? That was impossible. The weather was making me imagine things. Another enormous clap of thunder boomed, and I jumped back, dropping the curtain.

I shivered. Stop this. It’s only a storm. You’re inside. You’re safe. I made a concentrated effort to stop the trembles running through my body. Choosing a book from the nightstand, I settled in bed to read. No way would I be able to sleep until the storm subsided. I tried to focus on the novel, but the words might as well have been written in Swahili for all I understood.

My mind kept wandering to the weather raging outside. With a determined effort, I focused on the page I’d already read no less than five times.

A particularly horrendous blast of thunder made me let out a scream. The lights went out, and I was plunged into darkness.

I froze, my legs quaking so badly, I couldn’t climb from the bed. But then again, did I want to? Wasn’t this the safest place to be?

I tried to remember if I’d seen any candles in the bedroom, but couldn’t recall. The storm was frightening enough, but a power outage was terror-inducing. The only illumination was the occasional flashes of lightening across the draperies, which only intensified my fear.

Forcing my legs to work, I threw off the covers and stood. There had to be a candle in here somewhere. I was halfway across the bedroom floor, making my way through the dark toward the dresser, when a violent rattle shook the doorknob.

A scream left my throat. I couldn’t think straight. Terror sent blood rushing through my eardrums, and it was several moments before I recognized Clinton’s voice. “Lillian? Are you all right?”

On shaking legs, I rushed to the door, mindless of the dark. I jerked it open and summoned all my willpower not to launch into Clinton’s arms. In the faint glow of the flashlight he held, I could barely make out his silhouette, but just having another human in the vicinity eased my terror.

“The power’s out,” I said stupidly.

“I know. I’m sorry. There are candles in the bathroom.”

“I wasn’t sure where to look. And it was dark…” I shuddered. “Why are you here?”

“Drew mentioned your fear of storms. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s get those candles.” His touch landed on my arm, warm and comforting. He guided me to the bathroom where he released me and opened a cabinet. Several candles, some new, some already used were stacked neatly in place. He grabbed the nearest one. Resting the flashlight on the countertop, he reached into his pocket. Flame from a lighter touched the candle’s wick. He turned off the flashlight and slipped it in his back pocket. The flare wavered over his features, which were drawn into a look of concern I’d glimpsed only a few times.

“You’re shivering,” he murmured. He rubbed his hands up and down my arms. The friction of his touch sliding the silk gown along my flesh sent a skitter of desire over my spine.

I met his gaze in the candlelight. His eyes shimmered a golden green. We stared at one another for a few excruciatingly silent moments. He tugged lightly, and I was pulled against his chest. My bones turned to liquid, his touch leaving languorous heat in its wake. His hands slid upward, settling on my face.

“What am I doing?” he asked, his voice a tortured groan.

Before I had time to respond, he lowered his head and claimed my mouth. The kiss was gentle, his lips warm and coaxing. I opened to him with a small moan, linking my hands behind his neck. I pressed into him while a wave of undeniable yearning ached in my lower belly. Madness. This is madness, a voice whispered in my head. In spite of the truth in the words, I didn’t stop.

 “Lillian? Clinton?” At first, the origin of the words didn’t register. I wondered how Clinton was able to speak with his mouth fused to mine. Then sanity returned.

Drew.

I broke the kiss and pushed away from Clinton, wiping a hand along my mouth.

“God,” he groaned, scraping a hand through his hair. He snatched up the candle, then brushed past me and out of the bathroom.

“In here, Drew.”

I followed to find Drew standing in my bedroom, flashlight in hand.

“What’s going on?” Drew looked from Clinton to me. “Are you okay?”

I smiled shakily. “I’m fine. Clinton found a candle.”

He slowly nodded, his expression unreadable, but I sensed a hint of suspicion. None was revealed when he spoke. “Good. The storm’s over.”

I looked to the window. He was right. The storm had passed, and I hadn’t been aware of it. Hadn’t been aware of anything except Clinton and the desire his kiss had ignited.

Clinton moved across the room and placed the candle on my nightstand. “Let’s go so she can rest. The power should be on soon. Hank is probably starting the generator now.”

With that, they exited, leaving me alone with the flickering flame and the stirring embers of that unexpected kiss.