Thursday, March 23, 2017

Guest Blogger: Susan Roebuck with HEWHAY HALL

Hewhay Hall

by Susan Roebuck


An Unsung Hero’s Destiny – Slater’s house of horrors.

Fire-fighter Jude Elliott loses part of his leg trying to rescue a family held hostage during a terrorist attack. He journey’s to mysterious Hewhay Hall where it is told there are wondrous, magical cures. Little does Jude know that his destination is Slater The Prince of Envy’s lair where a demon resides and courageous souls are tormented.

Can Jude escape Slater’s house of horrors, or will he suffer for all of eternity?

Winner of the EPIC (Electronic Publishing Industry Coalition) 2013 e-Book Award in the Horror Category.


Jude stared down the hill at the glint on the water and then across to the fields baked hard by weeks of sun. He’d followed the directions to the letter, so this was the right place. But where was Hewhay Hall?

A row of swallows balanced on a wire stretching overhead, each facing the same way as Jude, who rested against a five-bar gate. They too seemed to be eyeing the fallen tree trunks that littered the overgrown path down the rocky hillside. They were lucky—they could fly, but Jude had to hobble.

The air moved on the other side of the marshland. He didn’t imagine it. A definite ripple, the kind that alters your vision when a migraine’s about to start. Although the shift was fleeting, he had the idea something was down there after all, very faint and hard to describe. The outline of a building? Or maybe just heat haze. Whatever, he’d come this far—he’d go and investigate.

The latch and hinges on the gate were so rusted, Jude couldn’t open it. Nothing for it, then, but to climb over. He propped his crutches against the wooden bars, placed his hands on the top, and hauled himself up so his right leg got a footing on a lower rung. Now he could sit on the top. He bent down, picked up what was left of his other leg, and maneuvered it over until he straddled the gate. It creaked under his weight. As he swung his right leg over, he teetered, tried to grab the top bar but lost his balance and fell headlong into a bramble patch.

Prickles stabbed him as he lay on his back, his whirling gaze locked on a wiggly jet trail in the cloudless sky. Once the world righted itself, he pushed himself up on his elbows and extracted some of the more painful brambles before rolling onto his right knee. His bum in the air, he hoped no one was looking and that he retained a shred of dignity as he balanced on his right leg and wobbled his way upright. As he tried to stand, his knee locked. He was a second away from landing back on the ground but he grabbed an oak tree trunk for support.

Bloody hell. Wasn’t it about time they gave him a prosthesis? He bent to rub his stump, still raw after all this time. Why wasn’t he healing?

The thought was barely out of his head when the gate clicked and glided open behind him as if the latch and hinges had been well-oiled. He scratched his head and glared down the valley at the space where he thought he’d seen the outline of a house a moment ago. Was someone having a laugh at him here? Watch the ugly cripple struggle over the gate then open it on remote control? I tell you, he silently told the marshes, if I find out who did that, I’m going to nail him to this oak tree by his ears.

Fat chance. Even if the culprit were five years old, he’d still be stronger than Jude—and able to run faster.

A rifle shot resounded, the boom echoing off the hillside. Jude dove into the tall grass, his arms over his head, his chest bruised by the stony ground. When his heartbeat slowed, he lowered his arms and parted the weeds he was lying in to check out his surroundings. Of course it was only a local farmer scaring crows. God dammit, why did every little noise set him off?

Post traumatic stress disorder, the shrink had told him. Having experienced a bomb blast, you’re bound to get flashbacks.


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

MidWeek Tease: I'm A Tit Man

Welcome to MidWeek Tease hosted by Angelica Dawson!

Today, enjoy a tease from UNDENIABLE - Tortured Love 4!!
**Coming soon from Evernight Publishing**

Rosanna loved the way Houston attacked sex like it was a competition and he had to win. Seconds after they entered her bedroom, he was naked and had already removed the condoms and lube from the drawer in her nightstand. She was still dressed.

While he stood there, staring at her with the urgency of a dog in heat plastered all over his handsome face, she took her time peeling off first her top and jeans, then her underwear.

“God, babe. Stop torturing me. Get naked.”

“I live to torture you. I love watching that look in your eyes.”

“As if I can help it.” His gaze roamed over her, filled with lust and admiration. That expression never failed to made her pussy wet and her nipples tingle. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you.” He made her feel that way every time he looked at her. She’d never asked him how his sex life had been with his three ex-wives, but she had to believe it had been good, at the very least. “You’re not too bad yourself.” Her gaze flitted over all those muscles and rested on his impressive cock. “Especially certain parts of you.”

Houston’s full laugh sent shivers down her spine. He was always so much fun in bed. Completely uninhibited and gruff, but the way he made love filled one of those needs in her she didn’t understand.

As he crossed the room, she stood perfectly still, relishing the anticipation of finally having his hands and mouth on her body. She’d been waiting days to fuck him again. As she’d expected, he grabbed her boobs and made sexy noises in the back of his throat.

“I can’t help it, babe. I’m a tit man. I admit it.”

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Guest Bloggers: Lydia Michaels and Allyson Young with LOST TOGETHER

Lost Together
(#DOS Part Two)
Release Date: March 21, 2017

The second novel in the emotionally compelling trilogy, Degrees of Separation—three lost souls determined to find balance again…

December has vanished. Rejected by her troubled husband, Austin, and pushed, at his insistence, into the arms of his best friend, Cord, she’s uncertain what the future holds. She loves her husband, regardless of his addiction, but she also loves his best friend. At odds with everything she believed to be her traditional reality, she flees the only home she’s ever known.

Heartbroken, Cord does the right thing and confronts his reluctant betrayal of Austin after losing the woman they both love. He takes charge, dragging Austin back from the edge of oblivion, only to find himself plunged deeper into a life of heartache.

On a path to redemption, Austin must not only confront personal truths, but consider the sacrifices necessary to save his marriage and his friendship with Cord.

An unexpected reunion and exposed secrets will either derail or establish their future as one.

WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.


The second she was gone the asshole in the room spoke up. “You’re wasting your time fighting it.”

His fork clattered to his plate. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Stop shoving me at your wife!”
Austin stared past Cord, his face filling with concern.

Shit. Ember stood in the doorway, eyes wide, frozen in place, clutching a white frosted cake heaped with strawberries.

Goddamn Austin and his stupid ideas. “Ember—”

“I…I forgot the knife.” She quickly placed the dishes on the table, her steps faltering, and fled to the kitchen.

“Great,” Cord snapped, bunching up his napkin and tossing it on the table. “Enjoy your fucking cake. I’m out of here.”

Austin opened his big mouth, but Cord was done talking to him. Reasoning with Austin was like trying to discuss physics with a chimp. “Shut it, Austin.”

He detoured to the kitchen, unable to take his rage out on her. “Ember, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay.” Her fingers twisted into a dishcloth and then she dashed away a tear.

Fuck. Tears. Not tears! His concern shifted into panic. “It’s not okay. I don’t know what Austin told you—”

“I know what he’s up to. I told him not to do this.”

She fucking knew her husband was messing with him? It didn’t make any sense. “Why is he doing this?”

Now she shrugged. “He’s Austin. Once he gets something in his head…”

Cord rubbed his palm over his face and squeezed. “What does he expect to gain from this? He’s just making an uncomfortable situation worse.”

“He’s trying to fix it. He doesn’t understand, because he wasn’t there. He thinks if we put everything out in the open the guilt will go away. He thinks it’s best to deal with it.”

“Deal with it how?” He wasn’t a fucking puppet Austin could place in whatever position he wanted.
“I don’t know. I barely understand what I’m feeling right now. I can’t pretend to understand what he’s going through. Or you, for that matter.”

All thoughts of her husband vanished as he focused on the ‘f’ word, for his sins. “What are you feeling?”

Her face tightened and her hand pressed into her chest, her eyes betraying her show of bravado. “Here. It hurts. I don’t know how to make it stop, Cord.”

“Hurts how?” He took a slow step closer, keeping his voice low.

Eyes pleading, she looked up at him, her mouth tight with worry. “When I’m near you, my heart beats so fast I’m afraid it’ll explode. But I know I can’t… I can’t express what’s inside of me. Then this unbearable ache takes hold. It just…hurts.”

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Lydia Michaels

Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.

Allyson Young

Allyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. A bestselling Amazon author, she has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

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Sunday, March 19, 2017

#SexySnippets: You're Changing The Subject Again


Enjoy a sexy snippet from UNDENIABLE - Tortured Love 4 - Coming Soon from Evernight Publishing!!

“You’re changing the subject again.” His voice was raspy, and judging by the way his eyes glazed over, her attempts at distraction were finally working. Rosanna licked his neck, just under his jaw where she knew he loved it. He tasted musky and warm, and her pussy was now soaking wet. She’d been waiting hours for this.

“Am I?” She repositioned herself on his lap so she straddled his thighs, and braced her body, bare feet on the floor, until her groin pushed against the bulge in his pants.

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Friday, March 17, 2017

Guest Blogger: April Zyon with HIS KILLING PRINCESS

She was confident that her love had forsaken
He was certain that she was only ready to milk
him for his money.

Killing Princess
First, book 2
Published by Evernight
Cover by 


Antonio Bruno always knew that secrets and death were a part of
the life he chose, so he never intended to fall in love with Emily Reynolds, a
woman who embodies innocence. He attempts to shield her from his life as second
in command of the Italian Mob, but sometimes the best-laid plans can come apart
at the seams.
Emily is no stranger to secrets herself.  One thing she’s
always been truthful about is how much she loves Tony. When a home invasion
steals her from his life, one twisted lie turns into another, pitting these two
lovers against one another.
Despite the odds, there’s a chance Tony and Emily can fight to
save their relationship. That’s if they aren’t killed in the process of finding
the traitor in the midst of the Italian Mafia. Can these star-crossed lovers
weed through all of the deception? And
how far are they willing to go to be together?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, spanking



Emily and Antonio met by pure chance. She had been thinking of
their meeting just as much as she had been thinking of their past, mostly
because she was thinking of a future with him. She was thinking of a future
with him because of another huge secret she was holding from him.
She sighed and closed her eyes. God, she had so much to tell
him. She just prayed the man would understand. Then again, he was a killer as
well, with a code as strong as her own. She lay in their bed and waited for
him. As soon as he entered the room, all thoughts of telling him anything flew
out the door and instead she knew he needed to simply forget. They had been
together for five months, in that time they hadn’t used protection from the
first moment they got together which brought her to the thoughts she was having
about their futures now.
That was the thing about them sharing professions. She could
read his body language better than he likely knew she could. Emily rose to her
feet and walked to Tony. As she moved toward him, she stripped out of her
negligée and stood before him in all her naked glory. She knew what he saw.
Emily wasn’t shy about her body any longer. She now embraced her womanly
attributes, and that was all thanks to Antonio.
She had scars, ones that couldn’t be hidden but had been
explained away easily enough with the smallest of lies, ones she had hated to
tell him and couldn’t wait to tell him the truth on. As he had told her before,
her breasts were the size of ripe grapefruits, her skin a pale milk color, and
her hair as red as fire. Or so he liked to tell her.
She moved to Tony silently and began to strip him of his
clothes, loving the way her pale skin looked against his very dark skin.
Sliding Tony’s shirt from his body, she scraped her nails over his beautifully
toned six pack abs and looked up into his troubled eyes. “Hard day?” she asked
while working on his pants.
She felt emboldened by this man. It was hard to imagine that
before him she had been a virgin. She had killed a hundred horrible men but
never had taken a lover. Tony had been intense, wonderful, and she had known
from the moment she met him that he was the one for her.
“You have no idea, sweetheart.” Tony took her hand in his and
shook his head. “You know that is not how I play.” He growled lightly at her
and then leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling
hard. “I do love being greeted at the door by you naked, however. From here out
I think you should greet me like this when I come home, but only when I text
you and tell you I’m coming home alone. I would hate to kill a friend who saw
my woman naked.”
She shivered. Had any other man demanded anything of her like
that she would kill them and leave their bodies for the cops to find. Period.
She wasn’t one to be commanded, but with Tony, it turned her on. She seemed to
need it. “Yes, Sir.” She bowed her head in supplication. She knew she would do
anything he asked her to do. She would because she knew he would always ensure
she had pleasure, no matter what. Tony would do anything for Emily just as she
would for him.
“Are you hungry?”
“Only for you, Emmy girl, only for you,” Tony said only a second
before he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom.
Emily held back her laughter when he tossed her on the bed,
because she saw the look of sheer bleak need on his face. She reached back,
grabbed the headboard, and watched him strip. He all but radiated the need to
control, the need to dominate in a way that eclipsed anything they had ever
shared before, and it almost scared her, almost.


Best selling author April Zyon is a wife and mother with a full
time job. She is a hopeless romantic and a reality TV junkie.
April always has some sort of story going on in her mind,
constantly scribbling notes in a memo pad she carries everywhere with her.
April spends every possible moment that she has available to write, doing just
that, writing. She writes everything from modern day cowboys to futuristic
One thing that is always constant with April’s works, the men
are Alpha, the women are soft and loving and there is always a HEA with lots of
twists and turns. I love creating worlds for these men and women to live and
love in and adore hearing from my readers as well.
April has been blessed to work with some amazing publishers, and
has been publishing for five years in November of 2016.
(ps – did you know April Zyon started as Honor James?)


His Mafia Princess Blurb: 
Gregorio Bosco worked his way up the ranks of The Family. He
never had trouble killing, selling, or anything he was tasked to do. He’d been
trained to take over for Giovanni when he stepped down, but that all changed
when Alessandra was taken. She was the only good in his life, and he’d do
anything in order to protect her—no matter the cost to anyone around him.
Alessandra Morello was born into a life that she didn’t
understand. She thought she was the daughter of a wealthy industrialist,
however she learned it was far from the truth. She’s pulled into the center of
a war with Gregorio as her only constant. Her attraction for the older man has
only grown over the years, but can there be a future for them in their twisted
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Thursday, March 16, 2017

Tantalizing Thursdays: A Tasty Sneak Peek from UNDENIABLE - Tortured Love 4


Today, I give you a sneak peek at Tortured Love 4 - UNDENIABLE. This book will release soon from Evernight!!

The casserole had been reheated twice and Rosanna thought it tasted overcooked, but Houston gobbled it up like he hadn’t seen food in a week. He even loved the salad, although she felt it had wilted from being placed back in the fridge after being out in the warm air of her apartment kitchen.

“Stop thinking I need everything so damn perfect,” he said, planting a wet, tasty kiss on her lips. “That you bother taking the time to cook for me after I keep you waiting for hours is perfect, in my eyes.”

“You don’t have a nine-to-five job. That’s simply how it is. I understand. When I leave the office at five, most of the attorneys are still there, and more than once I’ve walked in the next morning to find one of them had spent the night.”

Houston swallowed the food in his mouth and gave her a sly grin. “That’s because they were calling judges all night, trying to get one of them to grant a motion for some serial killer.”

As she rose to begin clearing the table, she chuckled. It was an old joke between them by now. Her job as a paralegal with the Graves Law Firm in downtown Cleveland stuck in Houston’s craw because they were primarily a criminal defense firm. “We haven’t had a serial killer for a client yet in the eight years I’ve worked there.”

“No, but you’ve had plenty of rapists, thieves, and arsonists.”

“That we have, Houston.” She couldn’t begrudge him his cynicism. He’d been a robbery/homicide detective now for twelve years, and he never stopped working. That dedication to his chosen profession was only one of the many qualities she loved about the man.

“Does it ever bother you?”

She glanced over her shoulder to find him leaning back in the chair, shoes propped up on the corner of the table. One stern look from her and he placed them back on the floor. “Sorry. Old habit.”

“No wonder you’ve been married three times.” Rosanna returned her attention to the dishes she was rinsing off in the sink.

“Hey … low blow, babe. And you changed the subject.”

The teasing humor in his voice made her smile. He had admitted his marriages failed because he kept insane work hours. It didn’t bother her that he’d been married three times, and she was glad they could joke about it. Better than having to step on eggshells every time the subject came up.

“Yeah, I did. You caught me officer.”

“So answer the question.”

“I’m there to do a job.”

“Cop out.”

“Nice pun.”

“Wasn’t intended to be. Answer the question, babe.”

Whenever Rosanna was faced with this question, or one similar, she felt off balance. During her interview, they’d asked her the same thing. Would it bother her working for a firm that defended criminals?

And each time Houston asked it now, or someone else did, a wisp of memory floated up, dark and scary. But it was gone before she could put a name, a face, or even a shape to it. She had no idea why. She only knew that it had been going on since she was still in high school. It never got worse or better. It was simply there.

The day she walked into the law firm, fresh out of classes to become a paralegal and excited about her first real interview, she had wanted to work there. But that wasn’t enough for Houston. He wanted an answer and she knew he wouldn’t give up until he got one.

That perseverance was what made him a great detective. And likely one of the many things that had driven away his three ex-wives, but she wasn’t going to joke about that again. She was going to try to explain why she enjoyed working for a criminal defense firm, because the truth was that she didn’t mind Houston’s insistent questioning. It fed a need inside her she understood even less than the memories that refused to surface.

After wiping her hands on the dish towel, she opened the dishwasher and began to load. “I find it fascinating. The law, that is. When I was a teen and even younger, courtroom dramas on TV were always my favorite.”

“What did you like about them?”

“I wish I could tell you. I think it was the perception that laws are immovable, yet they became flexible when it suited their needs. The way the attorneys would find loopholes or some obscure case law that would lead to either convicting or acquitting the killer. Either way the episode went, I found myself rooting for the lawyers.”

“In my world, we call that unfair justice at work.”

She closed the door and started the machine before walking over to sit on his lap. His satisfied grunt forced a smile to her face. “Is this really what you want to talk about right now?”


Eyes as blue as a summer sky twinkled with amusement. He desperately needed a shave, but that only added to his allure. His brown hair was a mess, and she loved running her fingers through it. He had the softest hair of any man she’d ever met. “Are you sure, officer?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Miss Selim.” He brushed his hands up and down her back, which did nothing for her attempts at forming cohesive sentences. He smelled like the food he’d just eaten, mixed with a hint of sweat. Rosanna found the scent sexy as hell.

“Our job is to make sure the clients who hire us get a fair trial.”

“Blah, blah, blah.” His hand slipped down to her ass, and Rosanna couldn’t stop the soft moans. “That still doesn’t explain why you find criminals so alluring.”

“I don’t find them alluring. I find the way the laws can be interpreted alluring.”

He smacked her left ass cheek, hard. Even through her jeans, she knew if he really let loose on her, it would be a deliciously hard spanking. “Ah-ha! So you admit attorneys bend the rules.”

“I didn’t say that. But you have to admit it’s both macabre and fascinating to watch someone guilty as hell walk away because of a technicality.”

“Macabre, yes. Fascinating, no. Not to a cop, babe.”

The dark, wispy images were back, and Rosanna wasn’t in the mood to deal with them. She’d never told anyone about them. Not even Houston. In an effort to distract him and herself, she slid one hand over his shirt, across his nipple line. The smoothness of the cotton made it easy to tease him through the fabric.

“You kept me waiting a long time, detective. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“You’re changing the subject again.” His voice was raspy, and judging by the way his eyes glazed over, her attempts at distraction were finally working. Rosanna licked his neck, just under his jaw where she knew he loved it. He tasted musky and warm, and her pussy was now soaking wet. She’d been waiting hours for this.

“Am I?” She repositioned herself on his lap so she straddled his thighs, and braced her body, bare feet on the floor, until her groin pushed against the bulge in his pants.

“How about now?” Rosanna moved slowly, tilting her hips up and down in a seductive dance. “Is this an obvious enough change of subject for you, officer?” Her clit throbbed. She moaned slightly as an orgasm began to build.

“You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever met.” He cupped her face with one hand and covered her left breast with the other. “It’s those eyes. Dark, deep, mysterious.” When he teased her nipple through the silk fabric of her top, Rosanna moaned louder. “And that hair … wild and dark, just like you.” He captured her mouth in a kiss so hot, she expected her kitchen to catch fire.

As his tongue moved inside her mouth, she wrapped her arms around his strong, hard torso and pushed closer, wanting him inside her. The man’s kisses drove her to distraction. She savored the heady sensation of matching her movements to his, loving the way her body tingled at his touch.

He released her mouth and slid his tongue to her neck, planting tiny bites and kisses along her jaw line. It made her crazy when he did that, and he knew it. Which was probably why he loved to tease her that way. Shivers ran down her spine as she pushed closer to his body.

“Let’s go into your bedroom.” His breath was hot against her skin, his voice gruff in her ear.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

MidWeek Tease: That Couldn't Have Been Fake

Welcome to MidWeek Tease hosted by Angelica Dawson!

Today, enjoy a tease from RELENTLESS - Tortured Love 3!!
**Click HERE to purchase directly from Evernight Publishing**

The only reason she took her seat once more was because she felt drained, emotionally and physically. She couldn’t stay here. That much she knew. And now, there was nothing else to say. Nothing to ask, nothing to clarify, nothing to get straight between them.

Then why are you still here?

Why was this so hard? She couldn’t actually be in love with him. The persona he’d carefully crafted for ten years and shown to her these past few weeks wasn’t real. How could it be? Then again, had he faked everything? Even the moments that were so real they’d left their mark on her heart forever?

As she gazed into his eyes, she longed to be able to reach inside his mind and know what was real, and what was not. Finding this out was bad enough, but if he told her he didn’t really love her, and hadn’t meant anything he’d said, that would be worse. To know she’d been fooled so easily would crush her.

“I have to go.” She couldn’t think. Not here, with him.

Before he had the chance to answer, she rose and glanced around. Both cats were in the kitchen once again, so she scooped them up and walked up the stairs toward the bedroom. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away.

The expectation that he’d follow her turned out to be wrong. Part of her was grateful he had not, but another part of her wanted him to. She wanted him to beg her to stay. To offer some explanation for all this that made sense, and would allow the pieces of this fucked puzzle to fall into place.

The carrier she used to transport both cats at the same time was in the spare room, next to the fancy beds he’d bought them. As soon as she glanced toward those beds, huge sobs forced their way out of her throat and tears spilled over her lashes.

Blake had taken her and both cats into his home, treating all three of them like family. That couldn’t have been fake. No way. She couldn’t be wrong about everything she’d felt, seen, heard, and experienced with him.

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