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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

The UnCensored Truth: Let's Talk About Sex Blog Tour


Today on my blog I have The UnCensored Truth: Let's Talk About Sex blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, and giveaway.



Title: The Uncensored Truth: Let’s Talk About Sex
Author: L.G. Erikson
Series: Standalone
Genre: Nonfiction
Publisher: DivisonHouse Publishing
Release Date: Feb 27 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
Sources: Author      
Blurb/Synopsis:
What exactly is mind-blowing sex? Are women and men really that different? Why is sex so important for our well-being?
The author fearlessly explains in juicy details what it takes — for anyone — to experience real sexual bliss. "Let's Talk About Sex" gives you an unprecedented insight into the nature of sexuality from every possible angle. Packed with loads of information and highly entertaining stories we learn how to discover our true nature. Whether you're in a relationship or into one night stands, this book has something for everyone.
In a refreshingly straightforward language, the author tackles social and sexual taboos and encourages all readers to truly become themselves.
A bold, fascinating, and empowering read that will make you rethink everything you've learned about sex.

Excerpt:
from Chapter 3, LOVE VS. SEX

Being in love is without any doubt a beautiful thing. It makes you extremely happy, endorphins run wild, you want to hug the whole world and that’s a great emotional mind frame to be in. It’s one of those emotions that give you an incredible high. If that feeling is reciprocated, it’s even better.

If the physical attraction is as strong as the emotional and you can melt the two into one, sex can be truly magical but even in very loving relationships sex eventually seems to become an issue. The main reason for that is the shift of emotions. That feeling of being in love gradually turns into “just” love. Often, once that first high is gone, people start to take in the environment more, things that didn’t seem to matter beforehand, while you were in that “in love” mind frame. You’ll also start to see the person you’re with in a more realistic way (recognizing their flaws, for instance.) In that state, you find out if that person is a true match for you or not. I’m talking about the personality as well as sex. That’s the time when people often start to take the other person for granted (since you’re used to having them in your life), and things get a bit more complicated. Sexually you’ve tried it all, and it becomes a bit more of a mundane routine, and eventually, a certain level of boredom will set in.

By then, it is crucial to relight that spark, otherwise your relationship will become a very mediocre affair. Everything that made it something special once will go down the drain. Obviously there’s much more to a relationship than sex, but make no mistake, it is the one thing that separates your romantic relationship from just being platonic friends. Many people with more life experience will tell you that this is just part of the process, that things change, and for that reason, it’s important to be best friends, first and foremost. While that is important, it is a big mistake to base your relationship only on that. In many ways, it doesn’t make any sense either. Why would you want to give up on that unique bond, solidified in a mind-blowing sexual connection and exchange it for being just friends and the occasional sex (because as a couple you’re obligated to do so)?

Yes, there are immense challenges to keep a love affair going. Once you’re used to each other, many distractions will come your way. On top of that, another big issue will surface: Humans are not genetically equipped for monogamy in the first place. Therefore, if your love life is not exciting anymore, temptations will definitely become a growing issue. For some, that might take a while, sometimes years, but eventually it’s gonna happen. I’m not suggesting that monogamy isn’t possible, but it is a choice, rather than something we’re naturally programmed to be. So how do you prevent that from happening?

If I gave you a choice to pick between a mediocre relationship and one that is truly unique, where you both stand in opposite corners of a room, packed with people, and you feel your lover looking at you from afar with eyes filled with desire, anxiously waiting for the moment to finally rip your clothes off – which one would you pick?

If the two of you are a real match personality-wise and the love is strong on both sides, you can have that. The key is the kind of sex you’re having. People don’t drift apart or cheat as easily when they’re completely sexually satisfied. I’m talking about the out-of-this world kind of sex, where the two of you are so connected that nothing else matters. This book will give you a lot insight in how to reach that.


The lack of good sex is the main reason – by far – why relationships fall apart. I’ll elaborate on that in a later chapter much more in depth.

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Who is L.G. Erikson?
"L.G. Erikson was born on a warm, beautiful day in the spring of......." - hold on, you can't tell them that!
Okay, let's continue: "She.... He grew up with one brother, mother and father in....." - never mind, can't tell them that, either.
"He.... She had the opportunity to experience a lot of different cultures. From early childhood on, she.... he was very outspoken and curious about the world and the people in it. That continued while growing up. He.... she formed many friendships with people from all kinds of backgrounds, and learned a lot about.... well.... a lot. In time, it became clear to her.... him, that his ability to think outside the box needed to be shared with the world, so he started writing down his observations. Finally, he.... she realized the time had come to write the first book: The Uncensored Truth: Let's Talk About Sex." - Done. The End.
   Wait....What?? Isn't this the section where you're supposed to tell your readers more about you personally? You're just gonna leave them in the dark?
Yes! That's exactly what I want!
See, my gender, race, origin, age or real name are completely irrelevant for the context of my book. How would revealing that information help me to open their minds?? If anything, it would tempt them to draw the wrong conclusions if they knew all this stuff about me. Besides, there is a lot more to come - yes, there will be more books - and I want them to keep reading without prejudice.
But then again, who knows.... Maybe someday in the future I will reveal my identity....when the time is right.  

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Friday, January 22, 2016

Richie Blog Tour


NOTE: Complete novel. No cliffhanger. Dual POV. New Orleans Billionaire Wolf Shifters with plus sized BBW for mates. This is an adult paranormal romance with erotic content. It also includes vampires, voodoo priestess, and magic. These are stand alone books that create a series. They do not need to be read in order. Of course, the story is richer if the books are read in order.
#1 Cade
#2 Simon
#3 Stefan
#4 Thomas
#4.5 Cade & Anna
# 5 Lucas
# 6 Richie

Four years ago, Richie met a group of Tulane freshmen when he saved one of them from a mugger.

Now the first of their menagerie is getting married.

Surprise of all surprises, Richie meets his mate, Piper, at the wedding in Missouri, of all places.

He didn’t expect her to be a bounty hunter or that her murderous prey had turned the tables and she was now the hunted.

Will Piper apprehend her bounty or will her bounty get to her first?

Can Richie save her from the death he foresaw in a premonition?


Injuries are mounting and time is running out. 


Excerpt: 

As quietly as possible he slipped in and searched for an open seat. A hasty scan of the room showed only one vacant chair. Great, obviously he was the last person to arrive. Without causing too much disturbance, he walked to the front of the room and took his seat between Billie and Karen.
Piper’s gaze had swung to the double doors the instant they cracked open. She scrutinized the man slipping in. A relieved breath escaped the instant she got a good look at him, and verified it wasn’t Qball crashing the dinner. But for some reason, the stranger raised a flock of birds in her stomach. She never reacted to strangers so strongly.
She didn’t dare look too closely. The last thing she needed was this guy catching her gawking at him. Her aunt always said she started flirting the instant she left the womb. Flirting, my ass, she thought, shaking her head to herself. Her aunt never could tell the difference between profiling and flirting. She’d been profiling people her entire life. That was one of the reasons she’d gone into her chosen profession.



Experience taught her the best way to guard her heart was to thoroughly study the enemy and be prepared. And that was what she intended to do.
Too many of the opposite sex came armed with charm and playful banter. The problem was, most of the time the guy was faking it to get into the girl’s pants. But this guy looked like no one she’d ever seen. For some reason he didn’t fit her normal profile.
She glanced his way out of the corner of her eye as he took the empty chair at her table. His manicured five o’clock shadowed jaw was well defined and he had perfectly sculpted lips. But it was his eyes that captured her attention, a warm brown color with flecks of gold. To complete her assessment, she forced her gaze from his face.
Nice, he had a head of gorgeous dark brown hair. It wasn’t long by any means, just long enough to sink her fingers into. Where the hell did that come from?
Richie was relieved to see Helen, Karen and Billie were seated at his table. Thank Goddess, he had someone to talk to. He smiled brightly and was nodding his hellos when a delectable scent tickled his nose. He smelled the most mouthwatering crawfish boil - ever. He glanced at the woman across the round table, his breath hitched, and his heart constricted. Holding her gaze, his nostrils flared as he breathed her in.
MATE!


Her eyes widened and she quickly looked around. She must have heard him telepathically and was searching for someone near who may have spoken. Odds were she didn’t understand what she’d experienced and was suspicious.
Frowning, she turned her attention back to the table. Then she caught herself and carefully straightened her napkin in her lap while she fixed a pleasant smile on her face. Satisfied she managed to appear outwardly calm, she glanced up and froze.
For the first time, she took in his entire face, where before she’d been analyzing each feature separately. The man who joined the table right before she swore she heard a voice in her head was gorgeous. Not just hot, but please God, let me strip him naked and lick him, gorgeous.
He must be an actor or a model. She racked her brain, but she couldn’t remember her cousin, Bob, ever saying he knew someone famous. 

Review: 
I have read all these books and loved them. But I do recommend starting with book one as you get the back story of all the characters. They are all fun and sexy to read. Richie is a great character and I loved his mate. I love when shifters mate with humans and they have to explain what it means to be mated. I can't wait for the next book in this series. 4/5 Bloody Fangs 

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Amazon best selling author of the Award-winning Le Beau Series and the K.I.S.S series.

Prior to becoming a full-time writer, she was a publicist for authors.

Her idea of absolute heaven is a day in the French Quarter with her computer, her coffee mug, and the Brothers, of course. Or a night with a sexy cowboy in the hayloft.

A Midwest native, with her heart lost to Louisiana & Texas. She has a penchant for titillating tales featuring sexy men and strong women. When she's not writing, she's probably taking in a movie, reading, or traveling. Oh, and there is the distinct possibility she is out cowboy hunting. 

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Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to VA Dold for letting me review your book and for participating in this blog tour. 
~Sabrina 
Thursday, January 21, 2016

Fire and Rain Blog Tour


Today on my blog I have the Fire and Rain blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, and giveaway.




Title: Fire and Rain  
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Carlisle Cops #3
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Jan 11 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Since the death of their mother, Josten Applewhite has done what he’s had to do to take care of his little brother and keep their small family together. But in an instant, a stroke of bad luck tears down what little home he’s managed to build, and Joss and Isaac end up on the streets.
That’s were Officer Kip Rogers finds them, and even though he knows he should let the proper authorities handle things, he cannot find it in his heart to turn them away, going so far as to invite them to stay in his home until they get back on their feet. With the help of Kip and his friends, Joss starts to rebuild his life. But experience has taught him nothing comes for free, and the generosity seems too good to be true—just like everything about Kip.

Kip knows he’s falling hard for Joss, and he likes the way Joss and (brother) make his big house feel like a home. But their arrangement can’t be permanent, not with Joss set on making his own way. Then a distant relative emerges, determined to destroy Joss’s family, and Kip knows Joss needs him—even if he’s not ready to admit it. 


Excerpt: 
The last house on the first block had been empty for a while, so when Kip saw activity outside, he slowed to a stop. A small figure stood at the side of the porch. Kip recognized him as Isaac and pulled the cruiser to a stop. He got out, forgetting his hat, and hurried up to the porch. Isaac stepped back until he was pressed to the wall of the house, holding his blanket, panic in his eyes, a thumb in his mouth.
“It’s okay. Where’s Jos?” Kip asked.
Isaac blinked at him a few times and then pointed to the side of the house.
Kip was about to walk around the side when he heard a scuffle of some sort. He called in for backup and then turned to Isaac. “Can you sit over there and make yourself really small?”
Isaac nodded and backed away in the corner of the porch, practically curling into a ball. The scuffing sound came again, followed by a muffled cry. Kip pulled his gun, slowly making his way around the corner.
Two figures were beside the house, and one had the other pressed to the wall.
“Stop right there!” Kip shouted and raised his gun.
“There’s nothing to see here,” a gruff voice growled back.
“Police. Step back and get on the ground,” Kip said.
“It’s nothing, officer. My boy and I were just having a conversation.”
Kip wished he could pull his flashlight, but he didn’t want to break his concentration. “Then let him speak for himself. Is that you, Jos?” He heard a mumble, but that was all. “Let him go. Now!”
“He and I were just having a little fun.” The voice was softer now, but Kip wasn’t buying it.
“I said back off. I can hit a fly at this distance, so I’ll have no problem putting a bullet in your ear. Get on the ground, arms and legs out where I can see them. Now!” Sirens sounded in the distance, and Kip was relieved that backup was on the way. He saw the guy looking in various directions. He was starting to panic now. Kip knew the signs; he was looking for a way out. “You move, you die.”
The man released Jos and slowly got down on the ground. Kip saw Jos reach down and realized he was pulling up his pants. Jesus Christ, he hoped like hell he’d gotten there in time. The other man’s pants were in place, so he prayed he had. Other cars pulled up, and Kip saw that Jos looked about ready to spook.
“Isaac,” Jos said softly.
“He’s fine. He’s up on the porch. He told me where to find you.” Kip got his cuffs and clasped them on the man. “Stay there.”
“But it’s wet,” he grumbled.
“Get up and it’s resisting arrest. I’ll start by tasing you. That should be a delight.” Other officers came into view, and Kip holstered his gun. Thank God one was Red. He told them what was going on and asked them to lead the suspect to the car. Red was reading him his rights clearly and carefully just before they put him in the car.
“Good thing you got here fast,” Kip said to Red
“What about the other one? Did you know there’s a kid on the porch too?”
“Yeah. I encountered them during that homeless call I had earlier at Hansen’s.” Kip looked over at Jos, who was doing his best to comfort Isaac, who held on to him and whimpered.
“Do you think the bruiser got to him?”
Kip wasn’t going to shiver in front of his colleague. “I don’t know. I hope to hell not. Jos’s sole concentration seems to be on watching out for Isaac, and I think if he thought it would keep Isaac safe, he would do just about anything.”
“Well, go find out. Because if we want to keep this piece of work off the streets, we have to have something we can charge him with other than trespassing. We’ll take him in and get him settled in a nice dry cell. Maybe with him gone, you’ll get something out of him.” Red motioned with his head to Jos, who stood with Isaac in his arms, singing the same lullaby he had before.
Kip slowly walked over to where the two of them stood. “Jos, what happened?”
He didn’t answer, standing taller and staring Kip down. Of course it didn’t work, and Kip simply stared back and repeated the question, adding a fierceness to his tone until Jos began to shift from foot to foot.
“Are you going to follow us around all night?”
“If I have to. Now tell me what happened.”
“I am not his boy,” Jos said defiantly.
Kip waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. “What’s his name?”
“Tyler Adamson, but I don’t know if the name’s real or not. He laid claim to me about a week ago, and I’ve tried to keep Isaac and me away from him. I did good too, until he found me a while ago.”
“Did he hurt you?” Kip asked.
“You mean did he manage to fuck me? No. You were in time to stop that.”
Kip suppressed a sigh. “Did he hit you or grab you?”
“He pushed me against the house. That hurt. He threatened to hurt Isaac if I didn’t do what he wanted. Said he’d cut his… you know off. The guy’s a pervert—likes guys and girls, or so I hear, but wants it rough and likes them unwilling, if you know what I mean. Word on the street is that the more they fight, the more he likes it.”
“Okay. I need you to come to the station with me so you can tell me what happened. That way I can keep him in jail.”
“What about your friend? Is that offer of food still good? Isaac’s really hungry, and….”
Kip would make sure they ate. That wasn’t optional now, as far as he was concerned. “Here’s the deal. I’ll make sure you both eat all you want. You need to tell me what happened so I can get your statement.”
“Then we can go?”
“Then you need to show up at the police station tomorrow morning so you can identify this Tyler Adamson and formally press charges. I have enough for assault, attempted rape, and I’ll see if I can add some more once I have your statement.” Kip stepped closer to Jos. “You have to trust me. I’m not going to hurt either of you, and if you let me, I’ll try to help.”
“Why?” Jos shot back. “Nobody does something for nothing. Never has, never will.”
“Maybe I’m doing it because I don’t want Isaac sleeping on the street. Isaac’s relying on you to take care of him. Are you going to give up a chance for him to be warm and comfortable?”
“Okay, fine. I’ll go with you.”
Kip nodded and checked the time. His shift was just ending. “Then let’s get you in the car. I need to take you to the station so I can punch out and then get my car. I’ll call my friend so he can help you. Donald is a good man, and he said he can give you some things for Isaac—clean clothes, things like that.”
“You’re really going to help me?” Jos asked.
“Yes.”
“And you don’t want nothing?”
“No. I don’t want anything from you other than your honesty. Now let’s get in the car so we can get you two fed and then find you a place to sleep, okay?” Kip motioned to the cruiser, and Jos helped Isaac and then got into the backseat without another word.


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Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.
Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania. 

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Friday, December 18, 2015

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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Reaper's Fall Blog Tour


Today on my blog I have The Reaper's Fall blog tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, and giveaway.


Reaper’s Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series.  Painter & Melanie's story is FINALLY here!


Available at the following retailers: 
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Blurb
The New York Times bestselling author of Reaper’s Stand is back in her “uber-alpha rough world of MCs”* as one woman’s future is rocked by the man whose hardcore past could destroy her…

He never meant to hurt her.

Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.

Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe.

Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC. 

Excerpt: 
Excerpt #1 (New to tour)
“You want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, nodding toward the TV. I had a decent one, too. Giant-ass flat-screen—homecoming present from the club.
“Sure,” I said, reaching for the remote. I didn’t have cable, but Ruger had set up some kind of box thingie for me so I could stream shit. “Whatcha in the mood for?”
“Not horror,” she said quickly, and I laughed again, remembering that first evening I’d spent with her at Pic’s house. She’d been so young and scared and vulnerable . . . I’d wanted to eat her up.
I still wanted to eat her.
“I can’t believe that you and Puck were supposed to be watching over me, and then you put in a slasher movie. That’s not how you make a girl feel safe.”
“No horror,” I agreed, although the thought of holding her for a couple hours while she was scared shitless appealed way more than it should. Watch it, asshole. “How about Star Wars?”
“You like Star Wars?”
I shrugged. “Everyone likes Star Wars. You know, I’m pretty damned sure Han Solo was a biker.”
She giggled. “You mean, like a space biker?”
“See, when you say it like that it sounds stupid.”
“I wanted to be Princess Leia. She’s badass,” she said, taking a deep drink of her beer. I watched as her lips wrapped around the neck, her throat swallowing. Oh fuck, that was good. She set the beer down on the coffee table with a clink, then let loose with the biggest burp I’d ever heard.
“Fucking hell,” I said, stunned. “I didn’t think girls could burp like that. Shit. Impressive, Mel. Very impressive.”
She grinned at me.
“We’re friends,” she told me. “And friends don’t need to worry about stuff like that. Let me guess—you’ve never had a female friend before?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “I’m think I’m a little scared.”
Scared and turned on, which was weird.
“You should be. I can do the whole alphabet.”
Damn. I kinda wanted to see that. 

Excerpt #3
“You’re not going back to the party.”
She cocked her head, and I saw the confusion in her alcohol- glazed eyes as she wrinkled her nose at me. All cute, like a rabbit.
“You look like a bunny.”
“You look like an ax murder,” she said, frowning. “And I thought London was looking for me. Aren’t we going the wrong way?”
“I lied. I do that a lot,” I told her, staring at her lips. I reached out, catching her chin in my hand, running my thumb across her lips. Our eyes locked, and I don’t know if her pulse started to rise but mine sure as fuck did. What the hell had I been thinking, writing to this girl? She was so pretty and perfect and had this amazing, magical life just waiting for her and all I could think about was dragging her down into the dirt and shoving my cock into every hole she had.
She’d scream while I did it, too, the same sweet screams that played in my head every night while I jacked off.
I hated myself.
“Why did you lie?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“To get you away from Taz. It’s not safe with him.”
Mel’s forehead creased in confusion, her brain moving so slowly I could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes. She might be smart as fuck most of the time, but she’d transitioned to drunker than fuck tonight. Kit. Kit and Em. They’d done this to her.  
I leaned in closer, catching her scent. For an instant I swayed, so tempted . . .
“They told me all about you,” she whispered.
“Who?”
“The other girls. Kit, Em. Jessica. I know how you operate,” she continued. One of her hands rose, touching my chest. Fire burst through me, because if I’d wanted her before I was desperate for her now. She was so soft, so sweet . . . so perfect.
Then her words sank in.
“What did you just say?”
“They told me all about you,” she said, eyes dropping to stare at  my lips. “They told me you have a Madonna-whore complex.” I froze.
“A what?”
 “A Madonna-whore complex,” she repeated, her voice earnest. “You like to screw dirty girls and you put clean girls on pedestals, where they can stay perfect and pure. That’s pretty messed up, Painter. There’s no such thing as Madonnas and whores. We’re all just people.”
The words stunned me. What the hell was she talking about? Just because I didn’t want her dragged down in the drama and bullshit of this life didn’t mean I had some sort of fucking complex. And who the hell were the Hayes sisters to have an opinion? I couldn’t tell what pissed me off more—the fact that they’d talked to Mel about me or that they hadn’t done a better job of scaring her off.
She wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Kit and Em are crazy, and that friend of yours—Jessica? She’s like a car crash. You don’t belong here, Mel.”
“And where do I belong?”
“With some nice kid who’ll treat you like a queen and work his ass off to give you everything perfect for the rest of your life.” The words were practically a growl.
Her eyes widened.
“What if I don’t want perfect?”
“Too fucking bad, because that’s what you’re getting.” 



Joanna Wylde is a New York Times bestselling author and creator of the Reapers Motorcycle Club series. She currently lives in Idaho. 

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