I am very pleased to introduce you to Sotia Lazu, an author who I originally met at Goodreads. She is here today to announce the relaunch of her book Cherry Stem!
Cherry Stem Book Blitz and Giveaway
Turned at the cusp of a promising career in the adult
movie industry, Cherry Stem has to rely on her mesmerizing vampire gaze for her
meals and money. With the rent deadline approaching, settling for pocket change
isn’t an option, so she reluctantly decides to let tall, dark, and handsome
Detective Alex Marsden take her home for the night and fulfill her needs.
Only she gets more than she bargained for.
When Cherry meets Alex, she expects him to be nothing
more than another “girl meets boy, girl feeds from boy, girl erases boy’s
memories” hook-up. Once missing young women, the vampire council, and her
irresistible ex are thrown into the mix though, she realizes nothing is as
simple or random as she thought it was.
And Alex is either the biggest gift or the biggest
mistake of her un-life.
my body seemed silly after we’d already had sex, so I didn’t. Not that he
looked. He just dropped a duffel bag by the sink.
you’d want clean clothes as soon as you were dry,” he said. “Got a couple tees
and sweatpants from my place. They’ll be too big for you, but at least the
pants have drawstrings. Should be good for the night.”
pulled his shirt over his head.
were human, I’d have been drowned by the water filling my mouth and clogging my
throat while I gaped at him. As it was, I was grateful I’d opened the shower
stall door and could enjoy the view.
people look better when they’re dressed than when they’re out of their clothes.
There are always flaws, something that needs covering up: a slightly jutting
stomach, love handles, scars, pimples. Something.
Alex was perfect.
already run my fingers down his chest and abs, but seeing the smooth, flawless
skin stretch over rippling muscle made me itch to caress it. His shoulders were
wide; I knew that already, but the way they rounded, leading to his flexing
biceps, was a sight to behold. And that’s what I did. I beheld, wishing he was closer, that I could press my breasts
against his chest and see goose bumps rise.
probably have kept staring at his six-pack for much longer if his fingers
hadn’t gotten in the way. Splayed across his abdomen, they touched what I
longed for, ghosting their way down to the front of his pants. I wanted to lick
my way along the trail of fine hair beneath his navel that disappeared inside
his waistband. I sucked in a breath when he undid the button and another when
the zipper lowered, allowing his slacks to fall to the teal, tiled floor.
followed them, until he stepped out of the pooled fabric and toward the shower
Book Title: Cherry
Stem (Book I of the Cherry Series)
Sotia cries at sappy movies and wishes she could take
in all the stray dogs in the world. She lives in Athens, Greece, with her
husband—whom she met through writing—their son, and their two rescue dogs, one
of which might be part-pony.
Her genres of choice are romances with a twist and
urban fantasy novels, always with vivid erotic elements. Her characters aren't
exactly hero-material at first glance; she likes making them fight for their
happiness. Still, the romantic in her can’t resist happy endings.
Please help me welcome MaryAnn Wakefield to the blog today!
Gentle Sun Coming by Maryann Wakefield
IT'S DONE, PUBLISHED, EAGER TO BE READ
Gentle Sun Coming has been a long time coming. It's hard
to believe that it's over. I don't know how I feel about that. My emotions are
roller coastering from joyous to wondering, from sad to feeling like a huge
weight just lifted away. One of my first thoughts was Yea, I can throw away old
pages, reorganize my desk and computer while giving new space for A Raging
swear this is true, my first email today was about buying and reading A
Gentle Sun Coming. Ihave to share the words I received: thoroughly
engrossed, intoxicated, amazing book, hooked, enjoying this book so much,
addicting. I grew six inches and I believed every word.
was quite a day. I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings--maybe the Prologue
Kade Turner lost her husband and son to a freak automobile accident, she tried
to commit suicide and was hospitalized for a year. Daily sessions with Dr. Luke
Bradshaw brought her back to the land of the living… and also of loving. Or so
she made him believe, as an unexpected and suppressed emotion is kindled and an
eternal flame ignited on the night of her departure. She flees to Destin,
Florida with the goal of being reunited with her family ‘on the other side’;
unable to believe Luke could love a ‘lost cause’ like herself.
she is targeted by a serial killer who sees her as a challenge. Unbeknownst to
Kade, her worst nightmare is her next door neighbor; a man who knows her every
move and hears even her thoughts. Will Luke find her in time? Is what they
shared strong enough to turn a determination to die into an undeniable desire
Again the office was silent. Dr. Bradshaw’s
scrutiny interrupted Kade’s thoughts, but she drifted away again, wondering if
anything she had read was true. He was certainly nice looking with hair the
color of sun-bleached mocha, cut to look professional even though pieces
escaped their intended placement. His blue eyes were indecipherable.
Nothing about him ever changed, only his
glasses. Even though the professional looking clothes changed, they didn’t in
Kade’s mind. The magazines on the side table never moved, only their dates
Again, her thoughts were broken, this time
by the doctor’s voice bringing her back to the peaceful, luxurious office.
Dr. Bradshaw studied Kade as her
concentration flitted about the room, never lingering anywhere. Part of her
inattentiveness, he knew, was an honest emotion. Nevertheless, she used it as a
ploy to avoid painful conversation. This was the usual pattern, but today
started differently, until now. Suddenly, Kade became absorbed in returning her
pockets into her jeans. She would not focus on anything except arranging her
Dr. Bradshaw’s unintended anger changed his
tone and tactics. He was tired of her games, tired of her refusal for help.
“Kade, you must talk to me. You said you are ready for me to help you, but I
can’t if you won’t let me. Start anywhere, but talk. Talk now.”
Ignoring his plea, she deliberately
continued gazing around the room, playing her usual game, looking for something
different or out of place, refusing to give up her control of the moment.
Nothing had changed. Almost every day for the past year she came to this
office, and every day it was the same, every day, every damn day, the same.
Nothing changed, except those glasses and the occasional wisp of hair.
Kade watched her doctor as he laid his
glasses carefully on the desk. She knew he was fighting to control his
frustration with her lack of cooperation. She had to leave. She would pretend.
She would change. Dr. Bradshaw would think he had won.
“Okay, Doctor. I’ll talk,” Kade said with
unused anger spilling out of her voice, her body leaning forward as her hands
gripped the chair arms, “but first, I have a question for you."
I am a writer. I can’t tell you how much I
love saying those four words. I’ve always been a writer. I’m fascinated by the
power of a single word. As an educator, well crafted words got me what I
wanted, what I needed for my children, teachers, staff, parents, my building,
and, of course, for myself.
Now I write fiction stories inspired by a
lifetime of observations, experiences, dreams, and what-ifs. I surround myself
with other writers: Ozark Romance Writers, Ozark Writers League, Springfield
Writers Guild, Sleuth’s Inc, Sisters in Crime, and Mystery Writers of America.
I sit on the board of Missouri Writers Hall of Fame. I participate in the
annual Writers Hall of Fame Writers Workshop. The mission is to award
scholarships to talented high school seniors and to recognize students in
grades 5 through 12 for their writing skills. To fulfill the mission I’m
involved with selecting a professional writer with significant contributions to
receive the Quill Award at an annual Gala.
I’m a lifetime member of Missouri State
Teachers Association and the National Education Association. My career as an
educator was in Springfield, Missouri where I taught at four elementary schools
(Delaware, Holland, Horace Mann, and Eugene Field) and served as principal at
two (Weaver and Alice Pittman). Later I became a consultant for Springfield
Public Schools and taught reading at Drury University. I loved those years, all
those children, all those memories.
Now I write. I bring to this new job
passion and the ability to set missions and goals. To be a writer, you have to
know yourself. I’m good at climbing out of the tough valleys that life brings;
I believe that I can make the tough valleys of others easier with my stories. I
want to make a positive difference. I believe my first novel, A Gentle Sun
Coming, will do that. My agent, Jeanie C. Loiacono, Loiacono Literary Agency,
LLC. and Madison Connors, Front Porch Romance is marketing it now. Take a look
at their web site and find my name under Clients. I’m at work on my second
novel, A Raging Storm Coming.
When I’m not sitting in my downstairs
office with the window onto my yard, I’m off on another trip (LOVE to travel!),
out working in my flowers, taking long walks, playing tennis, lunching with the
girls, soaking in my tub, playing bridge with long-time friends, curled up with
a good book (and maybe a small glass of wine), or entertaining friends and
family. Ah, my family! When I’m counting my blessings, I begin with my husband,
Larry Wakefield (my childhood sweetheart) and my wonderful family: son Allen
and his wife Lisa, son Scott, deceased, and six grandchildren.
Am I happy? Yes. I used to say that
teaching was the best job in the world. I loved being a teacher. But I have to
tell you that realizing my second dream–becoming a full time writer–is even
better than I expected. It’s hard work. I can’t get enough.
Turner was born in San Francisco to wealthy
parents.She flew through grade school
with ease and perfect grades.She was
appreciated and well known in high school.She excelled in every activity or event in high school.Kade was well-liked but not popular.There wasn’t time in her schedule for
friendships or dates.She attended StanfordUniversity with the intent of earning a
degree in art.Since she was expected to
marry well, the choice of her degree was unimportant. Her parents were pleased
with their daughter as she met every expectation until Kade fell in love with a
poor but promising biologist, Ken Turner.Her parents refused to forgive her when she married.They remained unable to forgive Kade even
when Clint, their only grandchild was born.
From the outside looking in, Kade Turner
had the perfect marriage, the perfect child, and the perfect life, or so she
believed until one day when a phone call shattered her world.After that, she’s alive.Nothing more.But somewhere deep inside of her, a tiny spark of toughness and courage
remained and it grew.She would never be
the same person again, but maybe, just maybe, there was a life to be lived that
would bring her new joy and save the lives of others.Just maybe.
Luke Bradshaw was born and grew up in Dallas, Texas
to hard-working parents that cherished all of their children.Luke grew up loving and close to his parents
and siblings.That didn’t change as the
children became adults and moved from the family home.Luke loved school, his teachers and a few
close studious friends.They discussed
their classes, books, girls, and how to get the best scholarships.As a result, he had a choice of
universities.After careful study he
chose the David Geffen School of Medicine at the University of California
in Los Angeles.He never had a regret.His internship brought new focus and understanding
of what he wanted to do with his life.His mission became to bring joy and laughter into the lives of those
emotionally unable to function or be productive.He thrived on discovery and returning
patients to a productive life style.He
completed his education and moved into private practice.As his success grew he became the leading
psychiatric doctor at BenjaminBrooksHospital
and Mental Clinic in Las Angeles.
Dr. Bradshaw was divorced from his wife,
Teague Bradshaw, after seven years.He
covered his heartbreak well following his own practices to seek a return to
happiness.Regardless of his resistance
to new love, he falls in love with a patient that even he doesn’t see any
progress.Yet, fate is a factor in any
life, and his is no exception.Life is
not as he expected.
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It is my pleasure to welcome the lovely and talented KaLyn Cooper to my blog today! KaLyn is a Liquid Silver Books pub buddy and wonderful person and I do hope you check out her awesome new book. She has kindly offered to give away a copy today. Comment below for a chance to win it!
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Heat level: Spicy – explicit sex, violence, language
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books for eBook
Release Date: March 3rd
With A Little Help
From My Friends
Okay, with a LOT of help from my
friends! The debut of Explosive Combination is the launch
of my career as a romance writer and I couldn’t have done it without the
assistance of some of the most wonderful, kind-hearted women in the
world…published romance writers.
I have written five non-fiction books
and met some of the most self-consumed, aggrandizing, pompous, back-stabbing, (I’m
sure I can think of more adjectives but you get the idea) authors who write
what they consider the most important books on the planet.
Fortunately, I stepped out of the role
of corporate public relations writer and to my amazement I was enveloped into
the truly caring arms of romance writers. They unhesitatingly encouraged me and
guided me through the quagmire of the publishing world. Many became critique
partners, others good friends, and they showed me the light in their hearts
that shines through their characters.
But my debut didn’t happen overnight and
I didn’t get here alone.
A few years ago, after listening to more
than 300 romance novels while I stapled up insulation, laid tile, and painted
our nineteenth home, I had an epiphany. Yes, not only that tile and marble is
heavy and painting over my head on a nine-foot ladder makes my shoulders ache,
but I realized I preferred stories that left me feeling good, satisfied that
the characters were happy with their situation and each other in the end.
So I made my decision. I was a
professional writer, I could do this. I could write romance novels. While Macho
Marine was working out of the country, I spent my evenings in front of the
computer writing several stories. Although not the first story completed, Explosive Combination is the first
With the help of Deborah Grace Staley,
Lori Foster who introduced me to Monette Michaels, Duffy Brown who literally
wrapped her arm around me after my first crash and burn with an agent pitch,
and the list of those compassionate and helpful romance authors grows every
day. Today, my thanks goes to Rosanna Leo for sharing her space on the
Internet, her friends and her readers with me.
It has taken two and a half years to
reach this debut and I couldn’t have done it without the help of my new
friends. My sincere “Thank you!” goes to all romance writers and to all the
readers who enjoy our happy endings.
In Explosive Combination, Harper
Tambini is kidnapped and escapes with the help of undercover CIA agent Rafe
Silva. As they are chased across Colombia will time run out before they can
both overcome their past and commit to the lust ignited within them both? Pick
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KaLyn Cooper’s romances blend fact and
fiction with blazing heat and heart-pounding suspense. Twenty-two years as a
military wife has shown KaLyn the world, and thirty years in PR taught her that
fact can be stranger than fiction. She leaves it up to the reader to separate
truth from imagination. She, her husband, and bird dog live in Tennessee on a
micro-plantation filled with gardens, cattle, and quail. When she’s not
writing, she’s at the shooting range or on the river.
Harper Tambini and Rafe Silva are lethal…together, they’re explosive.
ATF Special Agent Harper
Tambini is kidnapped by a Colombian drug lord and forced to use her explosives
knowledge to kill his competition before she can escape with the help of
undercover CIA agent Rafe Silva. As they make their way through the rivers,
mountains and jungles, their desire for each other detonates. But Harper
reminds Rafe of his murdered fiancée, and the shadow world he wants to leave.
Harper learned the hard way that men never stay, so now she doesn’t keep them
around long enough to see if the sparks can light a fire that will last
forever. In their short time together, can they crystalize a relationship, or
will it all blow up?
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Harper heard the click of her door
unlocking. Knowing her role as his pretend lover, she ran to the door. “Who’s
“It’s me.” Rafe strolled in as if he
had the right to her room, and her.
In nothing but dark silk boxers riding
low on narrow hips, he was outlined in yellow by the dim hall lights. His broad
shoulders filled the doorway. As he moved toward her, light caught raised
pectoral muscles and flashes of well-defined six-pack abs. His swagger defined
testosterone in motion. He was a specimen of pure male confidence and
He addressed the guards at the door.
“Take a break. I’ll let you know when you need to come back. I’m going to enjoy
my woman for a while.” He left the door open enough for his guards to watch as
he claimed Harper, yanking her into his arms and covering her mouth with his.
His kiss was heaven and sin wrapped in
one hard body. And he was hard everywhere.
Rafe slipped his hands around her, and
she felt their heat through the thin silk of her nightgown. Intensity built
quickly within her, and she grabbed his head, shoving her fingers through his
silky dark curls. He pulled her forcefully against his body, but she didn’t
resist. No man had ever made her feel this way so fast.
At the click of the door, Harper tried
to shove Rafe back, but his solid body didn’t move. She had to get away from
him before she lost her senses, so she stepped out of his embrace.
“That should get them talking.” Her voice was roughened,
but she kept it low. “The whole compound will know you were in my room by
breakfast.” She walked over to the nightstand and pulled a bottle of chilled
water from an ice bucket. She needed to cool down, from the inside out. She
cracked the seal, chugged down half of it, and then set it on the nightstand.
“I’m going to bed…and to sleep.”