Promo: Sophronia and the Vampire

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Title: Sophronia and the Vampire
Series: Sophronia and the Vampire, #1
Author: Jacqueline Farrell
Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc.
Release Date: June 13, 2012
Pages: 241
Buy Link: Amazon | BN | iTunes | ARe | Lyrical Press

Blurb:

It's been a while since witches had to worry about being burnt at the stake…

Forty-nine, English and a professional crone, Sophronia is touring America when she is forced to spend the night at a run-down motel on the Californian coast. Her expectations aren't high- - if the bed's clean and the toilet flushes she'll count herself lucky. But events are about to become far more interesting. The motel owner is a juvenile witch unaware of her heritage and in dire need of help, especially when vampires turn up...

Excerpt

Professional crone Sophronia lets her heart rule her head when she meets juvenile witch, Charlie. Then the vampires turn up… The figure turned and I got my first sight of the vampire. Tall and good-looking in the sharp, defined way they all are, he had dark blond hair and eyes that were a fabulous ultramarine blue… He smiled as he studied me, like a cat that’s just seen a very juicy mouse… “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my dear Mrs. Sheridan.” He loomed over me. Vampires have no concept of personal space. “Charlotte has told me so much about you.” “How nice, although there’s so little to tell.” “Charlie, what have you been saying about me?” Despite my urgent tone, Charlie ignored me and I winced when I saw the dreamy adoration in her eyes. You never look in a vampire’s eyes if you can help it. It’s how they get that first hold over you. “Nonsense. It’s been enthralling.” He smiled, showing lots of white teeth, but no fangs as yet. “Although apparently you weren’t very keen to meet me.” “Goodness, who said that? I love meeting new people.” I projected the lightest, airiest of insinuations at him. “There’s no point bothering with me. It would be a waste of your valuable time” The vampire turned back to us, all dark charm again. “Ladies. I invite you to my home.” “You mean The Cabal?” From the excitement in Charlie’s voice I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she’d suddenly forgotten all about her vampire boyfriend. “Of course. Do you like champagne?” “I’ve never tasted it,” she said and I wanted to hit her over the head with something. At this rate he wasn’t going to have to compel her even slightly. As they walked toward the car, I hung back. “Um…I’ll stay here if you don’t mind.” The vampire turned round. “I do mind,” he said, with considerably less charm, not that Charlie noticed. “You gotta come, Mrs. Sheridan. It’s the biggest casino this side of Crescent City. It’s got a nightclub and a sports complex and the shopping mall is fantastic. All the biggest designer brands have a--” “It sounds lovely,” I lied, “but I’m feeling rather tired. You go on, sweetie, and I’ll see you in the morning.” “Don’t you want to come?” She sounded amazed but, before I could reply, the vampire patted her arm. “That’s fine, Charlotte. If Mrs. Sheridan is too tired, of course we mustn’t insist. Anton.” He snapped his fingers and the driver got out the car. He was a vampire as well, of course, and I could see another one sitting on the other side. Suddenly the place teemed with them. “Anton will get you settled, my dear,” he said and Charlie got in without a murmur. “Let me just say goodbye to Mrs. Sheridan and then we’ll go.” He smiled paternally at her before returning to me. The look on his face sent me scuttling into reception as fast as I could, though it was pointless. The place didn’t belong to me and Charlie had already invited him in. I’d barely blinked before I found myself pinned against a wall. My personal space thus invaded, the vampire dropped all pretense at being civilized. His eyes seemed to darken. “Sophronia,” he said, the growl in his voice very pronounced, “there’s an acquisitive Russian back at my house, sizing up my possessions and growing more confident every second I’m away. I don’t have time for a scene.” “And I don’t want to make one, honestly, Hagen,” I pleaded, doing my best to appear meek, “but I am very tired. Tell you what, I’ll come tomorrow. How about that?” He narrowed his eyes. “You think I don’t know that if I leave you alone for a second you’ll be away as fast as you can?” “Absolutely not, Hagen. I wouldn’t dream of--” “Sophronia, you have a choice. Either get in the car of your own volition, or I’ll have you put in the trunk and you can travel to my House that way. But I warn you, if that happens it will make me very unhappy and you won’t like me when I’m unhappy.” I didn’t like him now. “Hagen, I absolutely swear to you that I won’t go anywhere. I’ll--” “I’m walking out the door, Sophronia,” he said. “What’s it to be? Are you joining me or should I instruct Torsten to start making room in the trunk for you?” I wondered if I could make it to my own car in time but then yet another vampire appeared near the entrance, his eyes reflecting red in the night. Since I had no choice I walked out to the car. The vampire didn’t even have the courtesy to look surprised.

About the Author :

I live in the UK with my husband, two sons, two cats and a dog. I am a French and English teacher which I love and it pays the bills, but I got hooked on writing when I entered a short story competition at the age of eighteen and wrote of my own free will without a homework deadline looming. I’ve been waiting for the impulse to wear off ever since…

I wrote this story when I was coming up to my 50th and feeling a bit sorry for myself. I love the vampire/paranormal genre - Buffy and Sookie in particular - but there comes a time when you just can’t identify with gorgeous, pert twenty-somethings any more and it seems a little undignified to even want to. I also love Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels about Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg – two of the wiliest crones in the business – but wanted something a little more glamorous and contemporary; I can only take so much stuff with the frogs and the cauldrons. When it comes to supernatural powers I’ve always preferred Julian May’s metapsychics in the Saga of the Exiles, so that’s how Sophronia was created. Hagen was easy.

Obviously heroes can’t be murderers, but I wanted a vampire who wasn’t wracked with guilt over his diet and who seemed to be having fun being an immortal. I hope people will enjoy reading SOPHRONIA AND THE VAMPIRE as much as I enjoyed writing it.  

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Review: Wild Thunder

Title: Wild Thunder
Series: The Edge
Author: Kacey Hammell
Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC
Release Date: September 30, 2012
Pages: 24
Buy Links: Amazon (Kindle)

Blurb:

On leave of absence from the police force and desperate to resolve the intense anger inside him, Ethan James escapes to the Shenandoah Mountains...alone.

During one of the worst storms to hit the area in years, he's surprised when he opens the door to find Shanay Gold, an old friend, and sometime submissive lover, dripping wet and looking sexy as hell. So sexy, he has to keep reminding himself he's kept her at arms-length because of the future she wants. A future he can't give her.

When lightning sparks an old flame, desires blaze to life, and Shanay and Ethan are left with little choice but to roll with passion's Wild Thunder.

Review

Passionate, but not enough.

This book was so short. Usually I enjoy short books like this. However, I wished it was longer. There were character developments which were good. The sex was good, but I felt it wasn't enough. The ending in itself felt incomplete. I think if this book was longer, it would have been better. I didn't feel like I had closure.

I wanted to know more about Shanay and her background. I wanted to read more about her secret feelings for Ethan. Bottomline, I wanted to know more.

I did like that they were in a cabin high up in the mountains. I enjoy reading about unusual locations apart from the traditional bedroom scenes.

About the Author:

The writer: Kacey is a multi-published erotic romance author who writes mainly in the Contemporary/Romantic Suspense genres.  She is a true romantic at heart.

The Wife and Mom: Born, raised and still living in her hometown in Ontario, Canada, Kacey found true love with her husband.  As a Mom of three, Kacey has made certain that each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right.

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Guest Post+Giveaway: Waterfall

Waterfall

A Dragon’s Fate Novella, Book 1
Lacy Danes

Publisher: Samhain Publishing

Pages: 138

Cover Artist: Kanaza    http://www.kanaxa.com/

Book Description:

It’s easy to fall in love. Destiny requires tooth and claw.

Curses are designed to be cruel, but the one afflicting Jordan and his brothers  is almost beyond bearing. A dragon born by blood magic, he is an immortal  trapped in human form, with only one hope of finding his eternal mate. He must  bite her—and pray she lives.

One dark night, he senses the wounded heartbeat of a woman in the shadows, begging him to end her life. Ever the gentleman, he chivalrously obliges her wish. Only to discover three days later that she lives. And has married another.

Celeste always dreamed of marrying for love, but the nightmare of living in her father’s home drives her to wed the Duke of Hudson. Yet on her wedding eve, she is compelled to follow a mysterious man who professes to know her secret. A man with curious blue scales on his muscular arms—whose shadowed eyes reflect a dangerous mix of destiny and desire…

Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, sex in water, four super-hot dragon brothers, and a curse born from magical power that has left them wondering who they are all their lives.

Excerpt

Carefully stepping around scattered, fractured boards, trunks and lengths of tangled rope, Jordan and Ferrous neared the last grouping of rocks at the trees’ edge. Jordan sighed. About time. A faint heartbeat crawled out of the obscure shadows, stalked up his spine. Something lived from this bloody mess. Though barely. Jordan stilled. Ferrous turned to the left. “I feel it too.” Jordan followed. On the opposite side of the rocks, jagged boards bumped, clattering against a boulder. A mass of tangled human remains bobbed and swayed with each lap of water against the shore. From this mess, a heartbeat cried. Jordan closed his eyes and sighed as his stomach flipped. He would find it. He stepped into the water amid the carnage and shuddered. I must move as hastily as possible. I can do this. The sound of life grasped him as if a hand itself clasped his flesh. He flinched, then turned to the left. An arm’s length away, half in the water, lay a woman. Her limbs were twisted and broken, as if made of nothing more than weeds. A man’s head, severed from the body it had once belonged to, floated close to her hand. Jordan’s heart pinched, and the scales on his elbows prickled anew. No one deserved to be half alive after experiencing a tragedy such as this. He stepped up next to her, knocking the human debris away with his boot. He leaned down and wrapped one hand about her slim, bare shoulders. The other he slid beneath her knees, fisting up a handful of her full skirts. She should have drowned in such a garment. He lifted her, pulling her body up against his. She hung like a sack of barley in his grasp. Her long, wet skirts and hair trailed cold water in a stream, trickling over the rocks and babbling down into his boots. He turned and stumbled along the slag toward the trees. Ferrous turned after him. “She won’t live, Jordan.” He strode behind him. “Leave her.” Her clothing, laden with seawater, soaked his coat in blood. Was it hers or the rotting blood of the pool in which she had lain? He shook his head. Don’t think about the stench. He grimaced. Think about her. Ferrous was right. She would never live. He fell to his knees and laid her on the high grass that bordered the trees. Her dress was that of an aristocrat, finely tailored with small pearls and embroidery now torn open down to her flesh in several places. Her hair had been swept up with the sun, golden rays that now hid beneath a cloud of red death. “I will end her suffering.” Yes, that was the correct thing to do. “For bloody sake, Jordan. You are not to indulge unless you have an inkling she may be the one. There are no exceptions to our rules. Look what happens to Ilmir when he breaks one. Who knows what calamity awaits us in London.” Jordan’s jaw clenched, and he narrowed his eyes, refusing to look at Ferrous, who stood behind him. “This is different, and you damn well know it. I am not Ilmir, and she is not a woman I am courting. She is dying.” “Being chivalrous?” Ferrous threw up his hands, grumbled and walked through the trees back toward the shore. “Make haste. I wish to make this hellish scene vanish this hellish scene and be to London to deal with Ilmir.” Did Ferrous truly think he wanted to do this? To kill another woman was the last thing he wished. Twenty years had passed… Jordan inhaled a deep breath and blew it out between tense lips. He ran his fingers down her pale cheek and around her chin, tilting her face toward his. A slender nose, full, angelic lips, and noble cheekbones. A beauty. “To a better afterlife, dear.” He raised her chin, exposing her long, graceful neck and faintly beating pulse. Another death… Dash it. He stared unblinking at the slight flutter of her blood beneath her skin. Relax, Jordan. He closed his eyes and exhaled. All will be well. Prickling pain clawed through the roof of his mouth as his two pointed teeth extended into thin slivers of bone. He stared down at her neck. She had been floating in blood and seawater. He spit on her neck, twice. His saliva glimmered as it slid down her throat to the grass below. There, that should wash away the dirt she had stewed in. Or would it? His throat tightened. Don’t lick her. Be done with it. He leaned in and pressed his teeth to her vein. His mouth opened, saliva pooled heavily, and his tongue thickened. The pouches by his back teeth filled with poisonous blood, forcing his jaw still wider. He inhaled a jagged breath. His heart leapt and pounded, vibrating through his entire being… Bite her, Jordan. Be done with it. Bite her. Her faint pulse bumped against his teeth, willing him to take her as his mate. Mate? Well, that urge was pointless. She would pass just as swiftly as the others. He rolled his lip back and hissed, then pressed, slicing through her soft, salty outer skin and into her tepid blood flowing below. She didn’t flinch. This was the first time he had taken a woman when he was not passionately joined with her. Odder yet not to have her scream. To have her do nothing but lie on the wilted grass. He swallowed. Dirt be damned, he needed to taste her and know that one essence of the life he now took. He fluttered his tongue on her smooth skin. Warm, salty blood slid thickly down his tongue. Damn. His muscles quivered as his poisonous blood streamed from his pouches and down his teeth, twisting into her veins. His cock pressed painfully hard against his thigh. The task was done. There would be no more. He would not take his pleasure in her. He would not know the feel of her flesh against his. He would never know her favorite color. This woman, like all the others who had come before, was not meant to be his. Enough! He growledand opened his mouth wide. Her soft flesh slipped from his fangs. He pulled his head back, and their mixed blood trailed in streams down her neck and dress. His vision shifted and popped. Adrenaline mixed with power bubbled through his veins. This…this, he had missed. This was what he was meant to be. His full elemental power at a glimpse. He tossed his hair back and then growled a dragon’s cry up to where the moon should hang in a radiant, colored vision. Yet only the ebony fog resided tonight. There was no moon to lighten this scene. His vision rippled with detailed clarity. Ah. Indeed. This was the power that years of existence without his mate had diminished. He wanted this power back. It had been too long. In a burst of speckled light, everything changed back to somber mist. Bloody hell. His throat closed off, and his eyes burned. No! He swallowed hard, and his shoulders sagged. This was a tease. A temptation. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He would never know more of what the Zir were than this… Death and a glimpse of the exhilarating power they were destined to have. He inhaled and smelled her metallic, sweet blood on his lips. His tongue traced his teeth and upper lip, gathering up the enslaving essence. Sweet orange blossoms and candied cherries. His made-up version of what she should taste like. Remember her. His jaw trembled as hot blood pounded through him to his groin. His soul wanted more of her. To mate. To love. To live a lifetime of companionship. He clenched his teeth, and his fangs pierced his lower lip. You have done enough to end her suffering. Quite enough. Let her be. He opened his eyes once more. A shadow shaped as Ferrous stood head down and arms straight out in the air at the rocks’ edge. “Make haste. I wait no more.” Jordan placed her head softly back on the grass. “Will scant be a moment more of pain, beauty.” He trailed his hand down her broken arm to a heavy, thick bracelet looping her wrist. He unclasped the chain and slowly rubbed the metal between his fingers. His token of her death. He tucked the jewelry in his inner coat pocket, then rose to his full height. Turning to his left, he skulked into the inky woods.

Guest Post

My favorite paranormal story of all time

Hello and thank you so much for having me here today. Sadly I don’t really I have a single favorite paranormal story.  I do have several books that I enjoy reading and have read several times.

Vampires:

Anything  by AnneRice.

The Vampire Diaries by LJ Smith

The Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead 

This book is one of my favorites of all time, too! :) --Arianne

I also have a friend who writes a neat vampire series called The Vampire Counsel of Ethics. Her name is T.J. Michaels and you can find more information about her here: http://www.tjmichaels.com/bookshelf/

As for other paranormal-ish books that inspire me:

Constantine the graphic novels and Movie:

Mary Riley by Valerie Martin: A take on Dr. Jekyll and MrHyde. I liked the movie too but not as much.

And for fantasy:

Elric of Melnibone by Michael Moorcock

Do you have suggestions on others I should add to my list?  I would love to hear suggestions.

Oh and If you have not heard yet I am doing a drawing at the end of January for some cool items.  So please stop by my blog and comment/sign up to be included.

Enjoy!

Lacy

About the Author :

Lacy Danes made a New Year's resolution to write a hot, historical romance.

A year and a half later, she achieved her goal. She lives in Portland, Oregon, where besides writing she enjoys playing cards, chasing her kids around, and savoring a great martini with the man of her dreams all while watching the world go by.

Visit Lacy at her web site. www.LacyDanes.com

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Review: The Reluctant Wife

Title: The Reluctant Wife
Author: Bronwen Evans
Publisher: Entangled Publishing (Indulgence)
Release Date: December 18, 2012
Buy Links: Amazon (Kindle)

Blurb:

Abby Taylor walked out on her irresistible husband three years ago. Now she has no choice but to return to Italy to ask him for a favor. To pay for her grandmother's heart operation she needs his money, but it comes with strings attached.

Conte Dante Lombardi has it all—an Italian villa, a successful family business, and a noble title. But he needs a child to carry on his legacy and time is running out. He also hopes to satisfy the desire Abby rouses in him.

As Abby uncovers why he’s in such a hurry for a child, she falls in love with him again … just as she realizes it might be impossible to keep her end of the deal.

Review

"Everyone dies. Some sooner than others. But it's how you live and love while on this earth that counts."

I am so glad I chose this book among the books I was sent to select from for an honest review. This book was so good, I read it in two days!

"I'm stupido. I know. What do you expect? I'm a man."

Dante thought he was doing the right thing but pushing his wife away because he thought he wouldn't be alive much longer. Ridiculous. How could he not have known his wife loved him? Abby, on the other hand, walked out because she wasn't ready and she got scared. Well, I suppose that's understandable given she was just a teenager when they married.

One big problem they had was that they had no communication and they thought very separate from each other. They were definitely not ready to get married when they did, so their marriage ended up in shambles.

I really enjoyed the sexual tension, though. At some points, I got so frustrated with Dante because he just kept pushing Abby away, breaking her heart over and over just so she wouldn't fall in love with him. Kind of impossible when she's already fallen, don't you think? I did enjoy Dante's incredible appeal to Abby :)

   Ignoring the alcohol sitting in the decanter, he made his way through the villa, nodding to Pietro as he neared the sun terrace.

   "The contessa is swimming, and your mother has taken Mrs. Taylor for a drive and to visit friends." Pietro's words were followed by an insinuating smile.

   Dante's pulse kicked up a gear. He was alone in the house with Abby. No mother, sisters, or grandmother.

   "When do you expect them to return?" The gruffness in his voice betrayed his eagerness.

   "Not until six. You have at least four hours. I've persuaded Rachele to accompany me to the markets for supplies. We will be gone all afternoon, too."

   "Remind me to pay you a bonus, Pietro." Dante said to his smiling majordomo.

Anyway, towards the middle, Abby finds that she also had something to hide from Dante. I don't know why but for some reason, Abby hiding a secret from Dante irritated me more than when Dante hid his secret from Abby.

The climax of the book was really good. Shocking and intense. I love me some happy ever after :) This book is a must-read.

Check out this funny scene :)

   Nana wiped a tear from her eye. "Look at me, I'm a mess. Getting old is no fun. I must look a hundred."

   "Nonsense. You look young enough to be Abby's mother, Mrs. Taylor."

   "Still so smooth and sexy, I see. Come here, my boy. I haven't seen you since the wedding. You're more handsome than ever. I might be old but I'm still susceptible to your Italian charm."

   With mixed emotions she watched Dante hugging her grandmother and kissing her cheek.

   "He smells nice too. All man. Lucky girl." Abby's face flooded with heat. "Nana!"

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Promo: Gambling on a Secret

Title: Gambling on a Secret
Series: Colter Gamblers, #1
Author: Sara Walter Ellwood
Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc.
Release Date: December 31, 2012
Buy Link: Amazon (Kindle)

Blurb:

When Charli bets everything on a secret, will she find the deck stacked against her?
Former runaway-turned heiress Charli Monroe is hiding her sordid past and planning a future in Colton, Texas. Attending the local college for a degree in social work, she intends to raise cattle on her newly purchased ranch, which she plans to open as a home for troubled teens. Only a few glitchesùthe Victorian mansion is crumbling, the barn needs a roof, and her oilman neighbor wants more than friendship. When she meets Dylan Quinn, Charli is willing to take a chance on the town drunk to help her rebuild the rundown ranch.

Dylan has his demons, too. The former Special Forces commander can’t get past his ex-wifeÆs betrayal and the botched mission that left him with much more than a bad limp. Certain the greedy oilman next door to Charli wants much more than just her heart, DylanÆs even willing to stop drinking in order to protect her.

When things get dangerous and secrets of the past are revealed, is he only looking out for his new employer, or is she the new start he so desperately needs?

Excerpt

“Ferguson, what are you doing here?” Dylan barked. Leon ambled toward them on the stone path. “I’m saving a young maiden from torment. What are you doing here, playing the part of the devil?” “I’m Miss Monroe’s new manager.” The deadly edge of his voice matched the flintiness of his eyes. “If there’s anyone to save the young maiden from, it’s you.” “Mr. Quinn, please.” She turned to Leon. “Leon, is there something I can do for you?” He smiled, showing off perfect white teeth in a face handsome enough to belong to an actor. “I was just passing by on my way home and decided to stop. How are the boys working out?” Dylan’s stance widened and his hands flexed at his slides. “What boys?” “Charli and I have entered into a business arrangement.” She lost the battle with the urge to wrap her arms around herself. As much as she appreciated Leon’s kindness, respected him, and was even a little attracted to him, something about him didn’t sit right with her. He represented her peers in the community. According to Mrs. Pratt, besides the Cartwrights, she and Leon were undoubtedly the wealthiest residents in the county. No one in Colton could learn about her past. It would ruin her, and Leon, no doubt, had the means to dig up the dirt. “Really?” Dylan stepped closer to her in a protective manner. Whiskey tainted his breath as the warmth of the exhalations tickled her cheek. “What kind of business arrangement?” She could protect herself. Dylan Quinn wasn’t any safer than Leon Ferguson. Stepping away from him, she forced her arms to her sides. “Mr. Quinn, I can handle this.” She faced Leon. “I’m amazed by how much the men got done since starting on Monday. The foreman told me last evening they’d be reseeding another fifty acres for hay this morning. And they have the corrals fixed and started on the fencing in the north pasture.” “Good, good.” He glanced at Dylan. “I’ll be going, unless you need a more reliable exterminator. I couldn’t help but overhear about your snake infestation. I can give you the name of the company that has gotten rid of the snakes in our lakes over on Oak Springs for years.” Although he presented the perfect solution, she didn’t the like way Leon had looked at Dylan as he said the word exterminator. “No, Mr. Quinn is quite capable of getting rid of the snake.” “Oh, I’m sure he is.” Leon tipped his hat. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you, Charli.” Dylan’s jaw tightened as his uncle glanced at him. “It’s good to see you up among the living again.” Leon headed back to his Porsche. With no pretense of lowering his voice, Dylan said, “Now, there’s a snake no one wants in their garden.” Upon hearing the jibe, Leon’s shoulders jerked in mid-stride. Rattled by Leon’s attention and the snake fiasco, she turned on Dylan. “You aren’t off the hook. I want those snakes gone.” “We’ll see.” “I hate snakes.” She shuddered and put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I should have asked him who the exterminator is.”

About the Author:

Although Sara Walter Ellwood has long ago left the farm for the glamour of the big town, she draws on her experiences growing up on a small hobby farm in West Central Pennsylvania to write her stories. She’s been married to her college sweetheart for nearly 20 years, and they have two teenagers and one very spoiled rescue cat named Penny. She longs to visit the places she writes about and jokes she’s a cowgirl at heart stuck in Pennsylvania suburbia.   She also writes paranormal romantic suspense under the pen name of Cera duBois.

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Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! I hope this year will be a great one for everyone!

Here's a little recap of 2012 for me:

• I met Kayla from Bengal Reads and became partners for her blog Reading on the Wild Side.
• A few months later, I inherited Reading on the Wild Side from Kayla, turning it into what it is now: Provocative Pages.
• I've read so many romance books toward the end of this year! A lot of historical and contemporary romance. I discovered so many amazing authors.
• I started my own book tour services: Romantic Maidens Book Tours - we service many different genres like Paranormal, Fantasy, Contemporary, Young Adult, Historical, and Erotica.

As I welcome the new year, I'm hoping to find more new authors and continue to provide you all with quality reviews and help you add more books in your bookshelves! :)

Before I go, I want to announce that I will be participating, for the first time, in a challenge! I came across the Erotic Literature Challenge and I wanted to participate. Check out the rules below, directly quoted from the hosts! Click here for the linky they mentioned below.

Here are the details…

• The challenge will run from January 1, 2012 to December 31, 2012

• You can choose you level of commitment-

 First Base - 1-3 books
 Second Base -4-7 books
Third Base - 8-11 books
Let’s go all the way,baby! -12 and more

(Ok, maybe those level names are kind of lame but it’s late at night. If you have other suggestions,I’m all ears)

• You can read short stories,novels,memoirs, or even audiobooks. Just as long as they all are considered erotica.

• You don’t have to pre-select what you’re going to read or submit any list prior to joining in. Just jump in and read what you want throughout the year

• When you’ve finished a book you can:

Write a review on your own blog and enter the link in Mr Linky below 
OR
Give a mini-review in the comment section here if you don’t have a blog

Depending on how things go throughout the year  (for me…not you all), I’d like to have a drawing periodically for an appropriately themed prize (sex toys, maybe?) . If that happens, it would be done in a drawing based on how many entries you have in the Mr Linky section or per review in the comments…so make sure you update with your reviews ! Even if  we don’t have a drawing, it’s still nice to read other’s reviews to get more ideas of books you can add to your To Read List, right?I’ll make a button you can put on your own blog one of these days very soon, so check back to grab that.Looking for some suggestions of what to read? Here’s some : Best Erotica for the Well-Read Woman (with more to be added. I also will probably add some as the challenge goes on based on positive reviews)

Let me know in the comments what you are looking forward to in the new year and let me know if you are participating in the challenge!

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