June 17th, 2013
Starting Today You can get 6 offerings from 6 amazing authors for 99 cents!
And whats better? Every book bought is an entry to the raffle to win one HELL of an Amazing prize!
Whats the prize?
An AUTHORS AFTER DARK PACKAGE! (including Registration and Room for 5 nights, parking if needed and some cool hotel goodies) and entry to a special “invitation only” party!
So what are the books you need to buy to get the Max (30) entries for the books?
Entwined By Fate by S. A. Price
The Blood and the Vow by Saranna DeWylde
Lucas by Eliza Gayl
Naughty Nibbles Anthology by Cara North
Sexy Shifters Box Set by Amanda Bonilla
Jaguar’s Rule by TJ Michaels
All books must be bought between June 17 and June 22nd. (We cannot accept any previously bought work)
Now the fine Print: Winner pays their own transportation and any gratuities, taxes and room service on the room. This prize cannot be transferred and MUST be used for the 2013 convention year. This prize has NO CASH VALUE and cannot be turned in for monetary compensation. In the event that the winner cannot use the prize, the prize will be awarded to another name on the list.
GOOD LUCK AND HAPPY READING!
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June 11th, 2013
I was born and raised in California, but my dad was from Georgia. When my sisters and I were college bound, he packed up and said, “Well, ya’ll are big enough. I’m going home.” Some years later I realized that I’d been married, had children and divorced, yet neither my children or I had ever been to the South. So in 1997 I moved my family to the South – Augusta, Georgia to be precise. I commuted to Columbia, South Carolina, for work everyday.
In 1997, thirty years AFTER the Supreme Court deemed it unconstitutional to prohibit marriage between races, South Carolina still had that law on the books. In fact, the year we moved there was the year they finally removed it after the people of the state addressed the issue via ballot.
I thought it was…odd. Why? Because I was raised in a place that is amazingly diverse? No, not really. Sure, San Francisco is a big mix of people from all over the globe, but you still find neighborhoods with a majority of a certain race. So being born in a diverse place wasn’t enough. What shaped me was my parents–parents who, regardless of the fact they’d literally fled the South in the Sixties, taught me not to give a rat’s rearend about race.
After I started dating in high school, I brought guys home to meet my parents. I never gave their skin a second look. To me they were simply people. I dated black guys, Jewish guys, white guys, a gorgeous hunk-of-awesome from Puerto Rico, and even a dude from Guam. What did they all have in common other than their humanity? Not much! They were from different upbringings, different countries, different religious beliefs, and so on.
There were plenty of other things to learn about each other and plenty of other hurdles to hop over besides…I pause here because I don’t really want to use the word “race”. If you think on it, we’re all ONE race. We’re all the same species. For example, lions look different from tigers, look different from cheetahs, look different from your typical garden variety house cat. Yet they’re all called cats, they’re all felines. Their anatomy is pretty much the same.
So what’s the difference with humans? Our skins may have different shades, our eyes may have different shapes, but we all have the same number of kidneys, lungs and stuff, right? We all reproduce the same way…unless there’s something someone forgot to tell me!
So, in my novels, I don’t make race an issue between the characters. What’s more important to them is that they catch the bad guys and gals that are wreaking havoc in their worlds. And sometimes my characters bring their own drama to the party by clashing as all couples do, over communication, money, age. Hell, sometimes it’s something as silly as shoes!
Do I describe their looks? Of course. I make it very clear who is who and what they look like, whether they have brown skin, golden tan skin or creamy white skin. And then I go on to tell one hell of a story that’s packed full of action, HAWT lovin’ (or lubbins, if you’re so inclined ), solid families and relationships. They’re stories of hot alphas and the women who can handle them *hubba hubba*
So jump on in! Close your eyes…and slip into your fantasy. I guarantee, you won’t regret it!
I’m giving away a e-copy (Nook or Kindle only) of my brand new release, Niah’s Pride. This book just released last week and it’s unheard of to give away a new book, but here we are breaking tradition *yeehaw*
Be sure to comment to be entered into the drawing!
Catch me on Facebook and Twitter also. Be warned, I have no sense and no shame so you never know what you’re going to get
Hop on over to M.O. Kenyon’s blog and see what juicy goodness is in store for you!
June 9th, 2013
So with AAD 2013 around the corner, and so many people excited about the event (especially us, the authors!) we thought we would do something awesome to get one lucky winner to the event, while spreading the word about our sexy little books!
So the six of us, TJ, Amanda, Cara, Stella, Saranna and Eliza decided to do something awesome. Why not do a huge raffle with a freaking awesome prize? We thought Paid registration and a room free of charge to the winner was a freaking awesome prize, so we said why not? Let’s pool our resources and make this happen.
So from the 17-22nd of JUNE, readers will have the opportunity to win their way into AAD (Authors After Dark)! For that time frame, each author will have ONE SPECIFIC BOOK, normally at 2.99 or higher at 99 cents. All you have to do, is BUY THE BOOKS. That’s it. This is how entries work:
Buy the book (s). Send your receipt/ conformation email to firstname.lastname@example.org with the BIG HUGE GIVEAWAY ENTRY in the subject line.
Go to the AAD Website and fill in the raffle copter for each book. EACH BOOK WILL GET YOU 1 ENTRY. That’s 6 entries, and 6 books. All for 6 bucks. NOT BAD. This works exactly like a Raffle does for your local rotary club or the boy scout TV’s… Buying the books is your tickets (only cheaper!)
There will be other ways to get extra entries to improve your chances on the raffle copter that will come available once you do the initial entry.
Winner will be announced on the 24th on the AAD blog and on the AAD FB page, as well as emailed!
NOW… the fine print: Winner pays their own transportation and any gratuities, taxes and room service on the room. This prize cannot be transferred and MUST be used for the 2013 convention year. This prize has NO CASH VALUE and cannot be turned in for monetary compensation.
And guess what else you win on top of the AWESOME Grand Prize?
How about entry to a special invite only party? Yep. And some other hotel goodies!
Now you probably wanna know what books will be 99 cents right? Well…
The Blood of the Vow by Saranna DeWylde
Entwined by Fate by S.A. Price
The Naughty Nibbles Anthology by Cara North
The Sexy Shifter Box set (three interconnected stories) by Amanda Bonilla
Jaguar’s Rule by TJ Michaels
Lucas by Eliza Gayle
All these books will be available from the 17-22 each for 99 cents! So what are you waiting for? Grab some great books before the con (especially from authors you might not have known about) Spread the word and get ready for an awesome con!
NOTE: BOOKS MUST BE PURCHASED FROM AMAZON
June 1st, 2013
I don’t think this week’s theme needs any introduction, do you? Heh!
Jovon’s gaze rolled toward the ceiling. Why were vamps, the most sexual beings on earth, so narrow-minded in this area? She sighed, and then spoke slowly as if teaching a kindergartner. “No sex happens. That’s why I’m there. Basically, the escorts cater to men and women who haven’t had or made time for relationships but enjoy companionship. Besides, why show up at a high-dollar charity event alone when you can take runway-model material instead?”
“So here you are, a fashion doll’s muscle, headed into the investigation from hell. And single. I wonder…”
“If you can handle it, Jovon.”
“Handle what? The mission?”
“Handle me.” He licked his lips as he watched her closely. “If you let me, I’ll rock your world.”
Oh my God. Had the man just said he would rock her world?
“But, but why me?” she sputtered. “You don’t even like me, remember?” Reminded him of their little spat last night that, in the light of day, didn’t make any sense whatsoever.
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.”
Then he was all up in her space—something she’d normally react to quickly with words sharp enough to cut skin. So why wasn’t she taking his head off?
“What the hell are you doing?” It was all she could force her brain to tell her mouth to squeak out. His answer pushed her even farther back on her emotional heels.
“I’m doing what you want me to, of course.”
He moved so fast it actually startled her. Not because he felt dangerous. Well, no, wait, he did feel dangerous, but not on a physical level. This shock was more because Jovon had worked with some of the most skilled soldiers, both human and vampire, as a kick-ass Marine, and even with all her training she still hadn’t been able to track Reis’s movement. One second she was smacking his hands away from her nachos. The next, she was in his lap, chest-to-chest, with strong arms wrapped around her body and his lips pressed to hers.
Though his kiss was smooth and practiced, it still felt as if he devoured her. How many other women had he kissed like this? What if he just wanted to kiss and tell? Or worse, kiss and haul her ass into a Hatsept harem? What if…?
“Oh, no you don’t. No throwing up nutty-ass reasons to pull away from me,” he snarled into her head. “Just feel,” he insisted, the sound so sinisterly sexy it was like having her bare skin stroked all over as a big kitty cat rubbed against her. Only the kitty purring in her head was a saber-toothed tiger with a fetish for designer clothing. His kiss blew all thoughts of pushing him away out of her mind like a crush of dry leaves tossed into the wind of a coming storm. And God, she wanted that wind to blow harder, hotter.
Crazy to want a man so much.
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May 11th, 2013
Today’s theme makes me think of the movie, Something’s Gotta Give, with Jack Nicholson and Diane Keeton. Remember that part where he says, “Erica, you are a woman to love.” And when she gets home she thinks back on his words and says to herself, “What does that even mean?”
Today it means that our hero has just gotten a good first glimpse at our leading lady. Enjoy a snippet from the upcoming release of Niah’s Pride, a Pryde Ranch novella. Visit the other Snippet Saturday Authors via the links at the bottom of the post. Enjoy and tally-ho! Oh, and below you’ll also find the video trailer for Something’s Gotta Give. I don’t usually do ‘chick flicks’ but this one is a KEEPER!
Niah’s Pride by TJ Michaels
Copyright 2013, All Rights Reserved
Coming June 4th
Lou sat on the steps that led up to the huge wrap-around porch of the main house on Pryde Ranch and waited. It was a beautiful structure, more of a mansion-sized rustic lodge than a house. He’d left enough clues as to his whereabouts that he was sure it wouldn’t be long now before Neesia, or someone, showed up. Of course she’d want to know what he was doing here, and how the hell he’d gotten onto the estate without passing through any of the heavily monitored gates.
Of course he couldn’t tell her he’d hacked the estate’s security network remotely, found the connect keys for all the hubs and routers, broke into one of the system password files and reset the cycle time on the motion sensors on a far-off fence. With that done, he’d walked right through the temporarily unprotected entrance in a rarely used corner of the vast property.
While scouting the place he’d often wondered why Neesia and her sister, Kotara, needed such tight security. The vast acreage the estate sat on should have been enough of a deterrent for any bad guy, yet he’d had to squeeze through a tight web of electronic controls. It hadn’t been easy.
She was going to kill him. The thought brought a grin. God, he couldn’t wait.
The land in the immediate vicinity was cleared of anything that could hide an intruder, so if he could see from here out to the rolling hills, then he could also be seen.
And here they come. There was no sound other than the whip of wind through the trees, but he knew he was being closed in on like so much fresh meat. No surprise. In fact, it’s exactly what he would have done if he were in her shoes.
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May 4th, 2013
When a woman gets the first glimpse of her guy, sometimes she’s taken aback and sometimes she’s just…not. Then again, maybe she’s both? You know, something about him strikes her, but she doesn’t necessarily WANT it to.
Meet Jovon Dawson-Li, Seeker for the Vampire Council of Ethics…and she’s just met her match twice over. After you see what Jovon is up to, visit all the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post.
Unedited Excerpt from
Seeker’s Solace, Vampire Council of Ethics Book Four
by TJ Michaels
Copyright 2013, All Rights Reserved
Coming September 2013 from Samhain Publishing
A voice caught her attention. It was a prime making his way around the room. He was a marvelous block of a man with a wild and strange energy about him. Even in her wiped-out, tired-to-the-bone state her brain still managed to pick him out of the bristling crowd.
The ropey muscle of his forearm was revealed by a three-quarter-sleeved silk mock turtleneck. Jovon’s gaze was pinned on that arm, watching the long, scarred fingers extend. She wondered what he did for a living that caused him to get scars like that, considering it was highly unusual for their kind to sustain any kind of lasting injury unless it was quite serious.
And look at that skin, she thought. Pale as fresh milk, yet it still held a warmth that made her want to dip her cookie in it.
Girlfriend, that’s just nasty. What’s wrong with you?
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April 20th, 2013
This week’s Snippet Saturday theme is a bit deceptive. At first glance I thought, “Awwww, this is going to be a mushy post!” But after taking a closer look, the theme is actually *wait for it…* MAKING OUT!
But the challenge is finding a make-out scene that stops short of HAWT sex. Hmmmm… I’ve got an idea! How about a scene where the hero is making out with the heroine, but it’s all in her head. Literally.
Enjoy this Snippet of Hatsept Heat, Vampire Council of Ethics Book Three, then visit the other Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post. Happy Weekend!
Hatsept Heat, V.C.O.E. Book 3
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When he dipped his head, she instinctively eased away, then wished her sense of propriety had stayed home.
“What’s wrong?” Kenoe whispered.
“We’re in public,” Shinju hissed through clenched teeth.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It’s just that, well, we don’t touch or neck in public. It’s a cultural thing.” She felt the features of her face morph into something between mortified and hungry. Must be because she really wanted to let her tongue take the same path across his mouth his had only seconds ago. God, she could have kicked herself for falling back on old behavior.
While her African-American grandmother encouraged Shinju to live her life as she chose, her grandma on her father’s side had always frowned on Shinju’s independent nature. The woman insisted on teaching her and her cousins proper public etiquette. Unfortunately those childhood lessons, which included a huge dose of “good girls don’t”, seemed to stick just now.
“And if we were visiting your relatives in the States, would there be any issues with PDA?” he asked, sweeping her back into the crowd. The bodies were thick on this particular patch of dance floor.
“PDA? You mean public displays of affection? Of course not. But it’s just not done here.” Which was one of the reasons Shinju always looked forward to her yearly summer trips to visit her stateside cousins. Once her feet hit the city streets of Atlanta, all bets were off. She didn’t sleep around, but she certainly did her share of ass shaking in the clubs, along with the occasional kiss or two from whatever beau her cousins set her up with for the duration of the trip. As a result she’d gathered quite a few pen pals over the years.
In fact she was due to meet up with her kin in a couple of weeks. Strangely enough, the expected thrill of a bit of freedom from the strictures of Japanese life didn’t appeal. It meant leaving Kenoe behind.
“So it’s a Japanese thing?” he asked, leaning in close. God, he smelled good. Like musk, hot sex and dangerous man.
“Duh.” She sniffed, batting playfully at the hands trying to pinch her ass.
“Fine, as long as it’s not an ‘I-really-don’t-want-to-be-seen-with-Kenoe’ thing.”
“Oh don’t get your boxers in a twist. It’s nothing personal.”
“We’ll see. Later.”
“Oh yeah? What’s going to happen later?”
“Well, my beautiful Shinju, I love that you’re a lady when on the street.” He lightly ran a single finger down her cheek, leaving a path in the sweat. It sent a shiver clear to her baby toes. “But I want a freak in my bed.”
“And who says I’ll end up in your bed?”
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April 13th, 2013
I don’t think this week’s theme needs any intro at all, do you **heh**? Meet Delaine and Justin from “On The Prowl”. This book was originally published as my debut novel, “Primed to Pounce” and received 4 STARS **woooot!** from Romantic Times Book Reviews.
In this Snippet, Delaine is pretty sure she caught Justin messing around with her best friend. But looks can be deceiving. And since Delaine is running, Justin does what any good alpha does…he chases her.
Delaine Jeris is on a mission. As top investigator for the Aegis Group, she must use her unique gifts-including her own personal mountain lion spirit guide-to catch a mad scientist with kinky delusions.
Justin Cooley was not part of the plan.
Justin has his own job to do, but falling for the beautiful woman sneaking around the Astin Pharmaceutical and Biotech facility wasn’t in his brief. How can he trust his instincts, trust her, when he knows that more than his mission could be compromised if he’s wrong?
Delaine has had her heart broken before. When all their secrets are revealed, she’ll have to decide whether she’s truly found her mate…or allowed herself to fall straight into enemy hands.
Review: “Move over, Secret Agent Man, Michaels’ heroine, Delaine, is a spy queen. Her moves on the sheets and off make this a page-turner.” -Romantic Times BOOKReviews
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*Stop running, Suta. Embrace our mate. He comes.*
‘Yeah, whatever.’ Delaine’s words were flat and uncaring, and in truth, she hadn’t really been listening to what Sapa was saying to her along the bond.
The sleek mountain cat rolled her eyes and stalked away to a quiet corner of Delaine’s mind. Before she retreated, Delaine felt her frustration. Well, guess she could forget about meditating now. All she could think about was Justin. Justin’s lips. Justin’s hands on her body. Justin treating her like the queen he proclaimed her to be. Cooking for her. Taking her on road trips.
Justin sleeping with her best friend. Rather, a chick that was supposed to be her friend.
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April 6th, 2013
This week’s theme is “They call it the blues.” And now that song by Elton John is stuck in my head — “And I guess that’s why they call it the blues. Time on my hands could be time spent with you. Laughing like children, living like lovers, rolling like thunder under the covers. And I guess that’s why they call it the blues.”
In anticipation of the next book in the Vampire Council of Ethics series, let’s go back in time just a little bit to a heart-breaking scene from Serati’s Flame, V.C.O.E. Book Two. Yep, Tameth Serati definitely has the blues and she has a good reason to. It’s called…men! Enjoy this snippet and then visit the other fabulous authors via the links at the bottom of the post. Happy Weekend!
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Alaan walked out the backdoor and stopped so quickly Tameth ran into the wall of his back. She tried to look around him but he was simply too tall. She couldn’t see a damned thing. Nudging him in the middle of his back and poking him in the ribs had no effect. Finally she stepped close, planted her foot in the back of his knee and pushed.
Alaan stumbled a few inches, just enough for Tameth to push her way around him and get through the doorway. Her katana cleared its sheath and whistled to a stop in midair. Her thoughts pushed against his and echoed his disbelief.
In unison, they silently gasped. “Oh God, this is not happening.”
Pale as a sheet, as if someone had drained every ounce of blood out of his body, her man stood and looked out towards what appeared to be contained chaos.
Two SUVs were parked on the gravel, engines still running. A score of people ran around the courtyard, all with some weapon or another drawn and at the ready. Randall was yelling into a hand-held radio.
Collins stepped up to Alaan, anxiety rolling off of him in waves.
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March 23rd, 2013
Today’s theme is actually ‘JOBS’ but rather than a specific occupation, this topic makes me think of Mabel King’s rendition of “Don’t Nobody Bring Me No Bad News” from The Wiz. The songs starts out, “When I wake up in the afternoon, as it pleases me to do, don’t nobody bring me no bad news!”
Now wouldn’t that be the dream job? Get up when you want and demand that all be well in the world–both your world and everybody else’s? Totally works for me! Well, our character, a talented geek and deadly bounty hunter, wishes she could demand that all be uber-cool in her world. For the most part, she gets exactly what she wants…just not today.
Enjoy the excerpt then visit all of the wonderful Snippet Saturday authors via the links at the bottom of the post. Happy Weekend!
Unedited Excerpt from
Niah’s Pryde: A Pryde Ranch Shifter story
by TJ Michaels
Copyright 2013 – All rights reserved
Coming May 2013
Blurb: Niah Pryde is no shrinking violet. Not only is she one of the best hunters for S.W.A.T.—the Shifter and Were Armed Tactics agency—but Niah can network a microwave tower to a satellite surveillance system with her eyes closed and one well-manicured hand tied behind her back. So…why would she rather hide in the network hub closet than face her mate?
Ryland Lee Lewis is as down-home as they come, from his country drawl to his love of Sweet Tea. It only took one assignment with Niah Pryde to know she was the one for him. He’s sure she feels it too but the woman is running faster than a bull out of the chute. What’s a guy to do when his mate won’t see reason? And what kind of sparks will fly if she dares give him a chance?
Rolling at top speed along one of the private graveled roads in Niah’s favorite Jeep, she and Broglio covered the five miles to Lou’s camp in short order. A one-man tent and agency-issued gear were bundled up and hidden in the brush in the exact spot he’d said they were.
Tossing the stuff into the backseat, Broglio huffed, “Honestly, Miss Niah, if that damn lion shifter…no offence…”
“…breached our security, who else could manage to get this close to our family?”
Niah shook her head and kept her mouth shut. After all, Broglio was only saying what she was thinking. At first she’d been simply unbelieving that Lou had tracked her down, but now she was both pissed off and impressed at how he’d waltzed onto her family’s property and sat his naked ass—correction, perfect-for-bouncing-quarters-off naked ass—down on her front porch as if he did this every day.
Back at the house, she found her sisters preparing for dinner in Neesia’s pride and joy—an oversized professional, stainless steel-everything football stadium-sized kitchen.
She dropped Lou’s stuff on the floor near the ginormous gourmet block and rounded on her sisters.
“I’m responsible for network security, you guys. How the hell did he get in here? How did he do it?”
Lou chose that moment to poke his head through the entrance that led into the space from the hallway.
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