#NewRelease ~ Renewing Romance with @CarlyFall1 @Elise_Marion @natalie_g_owens @MarissaMDobson #Anthology #RenRomance

I’m a part of a great Indy Author Group, and we’ve put together an anthology/collection of our stories.

Anthology - includes 69 MUSTANG

Cover Artist: PJ Friel — http://www.amberstar.net

includes my story, 69 MUSTANG
along with …
Yesterday’s Kiss by Carly Fall
Tiger Time by Marissa Dobson
Tempted by Elise Marion
An Eternity of Roses by Natalie G. Owens

The Indy Author Group presents Renewing Romance, an anthology of stories by best-selling and award winning authors. Get your fill of Contemporary and Paranormal stories. Whether you prefer strong shifters, brooding angels, hot guys paired with hot rods, or sweet stories with a time travel twist, this anthology of five titles is sure to give you your fix.

**Contains stories of all heat levels!**

Available at the following booksellers ~~ ONLY $0.99 for a limited time!!

Amazon — US / Canada / UK


Sexy Stocking Stuffers Blog Hop!


 Welcome to the Sexy Stocking Stuffers Blog Hop! The weather outside is frightful, but we’ve got some delightfully warm reads for you to snuggle up to for the holidays. The participating authors are turning up the heat with sexy snippets from their books and showering readers with generosity with individual giveaways of ebooks and swag! And of course there is the grand prize giveaway. Not only can you win a $50 Amazon gift card for yourself, you can also win one to gift to a friend, on us! So, be sure to check out each author’s blog (using the links below) for different chances to win, as well as entering the grand prize giveaway!


This blog hop and giveaway sponsored by:

Elise Marion

Carly Fall

R.K. Ryals

Alicia Michaels

Kacey Hammell

J.T. Cheyanne & V.L. Moon

Vivi Dumas

Casse NaRome

Here is a hot and tingly excerpt of Sweetest Splendor…

Bridget Guthrie and Zander Hudson have worked at Club Splendor together for years, sharing smoldering glances, flirting, and building a friendship. Thanks to the club’s strict policy of no staff fraternization, they’ve resisted how much they truly want each another.

With Bridget leaving to explore her dreams, they no longer have to hide their passions. After hours, in one of the pleasure rooms at Club Splendor, they finally give in to the burning desire they’ve held at bay for too long.  She’s taken care of other people’s love lives for so long while at the club, can she find the courage to take care of her own needs and fantasies?


Excerpt: © Kacey Hammell, 2013sweetest-splendor

“I know following your dreams is important to you, Bridget. I’m happy for you.” Zander sidled closer, and massaged her stiff shoulders.

“Thank you. I know you are. It’s just—” she swallowed past the lump in her throat. “It is hard to think of leaving. I love this job. I’ll miss it.”

“You’ll miss me more though, right?” His light tone lifted her mood.

She laughed. “Of course. Who else will I get to boss around?”

He chuckled and pulled her in to his chest, aligning her against his stomach. Her breath hitched as his arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed her tight. Her nipples tingled and her heart rate accelerated.

Being this close to him, his long body behind her, the dreams she had about a moment like this…. She wished she could turn in his arms, press her lips to his and see where it led. But their friendship meant a lot to her. The fun flirting and teasing had never gone to the next level, but no other man in her life affected her more.

And now they would no longer be working together…but she wasn’t sure how deep his feelings for her ran.

“Damn, you smell good. What is that you’re wearing?” Zander asked, his face buried in her neck.

“Umm, something berry I guess.” Her words sounded breathless even to her own ears. He never held her like this before. She shivered.

“You cold?” He ran his palms over her stomach, then his arms tightened around her.

She shook her head, speechless, about to melt into a puddle at his feet. Relaxing into his embrace, she aligned with his front. “Zander–”

“You know I’ve always wondered something about you,” he murmured.

“What’s that?” she questioned, mouth dry.

“If any of what happens around this place excites you,” he whispered against her neck.

She reclined her head on his shoulder, sighing. Could she confess her innermost thoughts to him?

The air in the room heightened at least twenty degrees. The fire in her belly spread along her limbs to her fingertips. “Why is that important to you?”

Clasping her hands in his, he rasped, “I’ve always had the desire to know what makes you tick. I’ve watched you a long time, secretly wanting to know more about you. Finding reasons to be close to you.”

Excitement slithered along her body, her heart nearly leaping from her chest.

“We’ve been friends a long time, Bridget, but you know what? I want more.” He ran his lips along her neck, warming her skin until they reached her ear. “Tell me what turns you on,” he whispered, then captured her earlobe in his teeth.

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#NewRelease THE GROOM from @Elise_Marion

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Even though the book’s hero Lyle Cummings was left standing at the altar in My Ex-Wife’s Wedding he is anything but second best in this book.  The Groom can be read as a stand-alone novel.

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Author: Elise Marion
Genre: Interracial Contemporary
Size: Novel
ISBN: 978-0-9923696-0-6
Price $5.99
Publisher: Bottom Drawer Publications

When Lyle Cummings is left standing at the altar on his wedding day, all of his carefully composed plans for the future come crashing down around him. The pragmatic doctor is left questioning his well-ordered existence and wondering if there isn’t more to life than the achievements of wealth and career.

When he meets Katrina Giordano, a fiery lounge singer with more passion in her pinky finger than he possesses in his entire body, his mundane life is turned upside down. In Katrina, he finds everything his life has been lacking. With her, he will learn that what he thought was love really wasn’t at all.

But will Katrina’s dark past threaten the happiness that Lyle has found after so much heartache? With her life, and now his, hanging in the balance, Lyle will find himself tested when it comes to how far he will go for love.


Lyle Cummings glanced up from the surface of the gleaming bar top and into the eyes of the petite woman moving around behind it. She was holding a frosted beer mug in one hand and controlling the Miller Lite tap with the other. Sympathy flashed in her stare, causing Lyle to jerk his own gaze away as if stung. He didn’t want her sympathy. All he wanted was peace, and . . .

“Single malt scotch on the rocks with a twist.”

He knew that his request had come out more like a raspy, barked command but Lyle didn’t care. Today of all days, he had the right to act like a jackass.

An understanding nod followed, and the bartender quickly moved to fill his order. She sat the scotch in front of him and accepted his debit card.

“Would you like me to start a tab?” she asked as she swiped his card.


Hell yes. Today was also a day for getting drunk.




He wrapped his fingers around the perspiring glass and inspected the bruised knuckles of his free hand. Mottled splotches of blue, purple, and green marred his sun-bronzed skin, and swelling edged the bruise with a ring of deep red. Lyle’s fingers curled into his palm as he downed the scotch in a few long gulps, the fire racing through his gut elevating the adrenaline rush he felt at the thought of smashing Jack Thompson’s face in. A few drops of blood stained the cuff of his white dress shirt and the sight of it sent primal satisfaction through Lyle’s gut. It was the only pleasure to be salvaged from the disaster that should have been the happiest day of his life. Well that and . . .

“Another,” he rasped, sliding the empty glass back toward the bartender.

She arched an eyebrow at him while reaching for a clean glass. “Who’s the unlucky guy?” she asked, nodding toward his bruised knuckles.

Lyle grasped his newly filled glass. “Nobody.”

She laughed. “Looks like Nobody took quite a beating.”

That’s not all he took, Lyle thought. The reminder of the earlier events caused his rage to flash back to boiling point; Jack Thompson may have been on the business end of his fist, but ultimately the other man had won. Even now, Jack was riding off into the sunset with his Holly and probably felt not an ounce of guilt over what he’d done. And why should he? Holly was everything a man could want in a woman. Jack had lost her once to divorce. It was unlikely that he was going to be stupid enough to repeat the mistake after winning her back again.

A frown pulled at the corners of Lyle’s mouth as he stared down into the contents of his glass. The bartender reached across the wooden top and clasped his injured hand. Lyle flinched and snatched it away, glaring at her with narrowed eyes.

“I was just going to offer you some ice,” she said gently. Lyle felt like an ass when he saw the bundle of paper towels clenched in her small fist. He tried to offer her a smile as she pressed the ice-filled towels against his knuckles, but it turned into a grimace as the ice came in contact with his flaming skin.

“You should stick around,” she said warmly after he’d taken over with the ice. “We have live music on Saturdays.”

She placed another filled glass in front of him and Lyle took it, nodding his thanks and looking away, freeing the bartender to wait on her other customers. He took his time with this drink, the tentacles of the first two already reaching out through his body with warm intent. He hadn’t noticed much about his surroundings since arriving, but he took stock of them now as he drank.

The lighting was dim, which was good because if someone in the room knew him, Lyle didn’t want to have to deal with that. The pitying eyes of the bartender were one thing; the probing stares of people who were expecting to see him with a ring on his finger and a bride on his arm would be enough to make him want to go somewhere and splatter his brains across the wall. The bar was long, wrapping in a serpentine pattern around half of the room. At least three other bartenders worked the gathered patrons, who sipped beer and munched on peanuts while waiting for the music to start. Conversation filled the room in a dull buzz.

The other half of the room was filled with round, cloth-covered tables and wooden chairs. Waitresses bustled in and out of the crowd in short skirts and white tops, pens in their hair and comfortable shoes on their feet. Lyle’s stomach rolled and clenched with nausea at the smell of nachos and greasy hamburgers. He took another sip of scotch and sighed in relief at the feel of fire burning the nausea away. Just then, he didn’t care if he ever had another bite of food again in his life. If he could just crawl into the bottom of the liquor bottle and curl up in the fetal position, he could die somewhat happy . . . or, at least, numb.

Jutting out from the back wall was a stage hosting a microphone stand and a couple of speakers. A red velvet curtain separated the stage from whatever was going on backstage. Lyle tipped his glass back and stood, deciding that listening to some bartender’s sister’s band sing the blues was the last thing he wanted right now. Another drink, preferably in a quieter location, was just what he needed.

“Closing out the tab?” the bartender asked as he stood and dropped a few dollars in the tip glass. He nodded.

“Yes, thank you,” he said, holding up the makeshift ice pack. “Have a nice—”

Lyle’s sentence was cut off by a man’s voice. A burly bouncer in a tight black T-shirt was on stage, announcing the act for the night. He could barely hear him because of the catcalls and whistles coming from the audience. Every man in the room seemed to lean forward in anticipation as the curtains parted to reveal the figure of a woman holding a guitar. She walked forward with a bright smile, her skin bathed in the glow of the spotlight as she took a seat on the stool.

Lyle felt frozen in place as she strummed on her guitar and opened her mouth to sing. Her voice was like velvet, a purr that wrapped itself around him tightly and squeezed, flooding his insides with warmth and . . . something else—he wasn’t quite sure what. He felt himself moving, and somewhere in the back of his mind realized that he’d backed toward the stool he’d left seconds ago and was sitting down again.


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About Elise:
Elise Marion is a lover of books and has a special place in her heart for sweet and sensual romance. Writing about love across all walks of life is her passion, as is reaching people through the written word. The Army wife and stay-at-home mother of two spends most of her time taking care of her children. Her second job includes writing stories about characters that people can fall in love with. When the Texas native isn’t caring for her family or writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, singing loudly, or cooking up something new in the kitchen.

You can find Elise at http://www.elisemarion.com


A little about Bottom Drawer Publications:
Read whatever you want, wherever you want, whenever you want.​
Our motto above says it all. Publishing both e-books plus print-on-demand for our novel-length books means that if you feel like something to read at any time of the day or night, you can download a reasonably-priced, quality book within minutes from your choice of booksellers, including our own digital shop. If you prefer to hold a paperback in your hands, our print-on-demand printer has presses in the US, UK, Europe and Australia, meaning shorter delivery times and lower postage costs to you.
We are an inclusive publisher, believing love is love, which is why you won’t see a separate LGBT genre—we publish hetero and gay fiction in all of our romance sub-genres:
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Meet and Greet Monday: Elise Marion

Good morning. It’s Meet and Greet Monday! 

With us today is Romance Author, Elise Marion.

Welcome, Elise!

Tell us a bit about yourself. Where do you live, do you have a significant other, any young ones running around interrupting your writing?
I am a busy stay at home mom of three (one girl, two boys, ages 5, 2, and 2 months). My husband and I have been married for almost 6 years and we are currently stationed in Georgia (hubby is in the military).

Tell us about your “big break” in the publishing world. Was there any one person believe in your work first (besides yourself of course)? What did you do to celebrate your first contract?
I began as a self-published author and am still mainly self-published. After years of trying to find a publisher of agent that wanted my work, I decided to strike out on my own. I was always told that my work was great, but it wouldn’t sell. I refused to believe that. As an avid romance reader, I was in want myself of fresh, innovative stories with new themes and ideas. I believed that my book was all of those things and so did my friends who had read it.
So, I took a chance an worked to self-publish my first novel on Amazon, shortly followed by Barnes & Noble and iTunes. When I saw my book in the Amazon store for the first time, I cried. I cried even harder when I got my first 5-star review. Since then I’ve published over a dozen books, a few of which are contracted with small press publishers (who I love working with) and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else with my life. I am so glad I took that chance!

What are you a collector of? (ie: types of knick-knacks, purses, shoes, etc)
Shoes, purses, and jewelry. Really, it’s a bad, expensive habit, one I have no desire to kick. I LOVE fashion and all things sparkly, glamorous, and quirky.

Preference – Sam or Dean Winchester?  If you haven’t seen Supernatural (and why not! It’s MY Fave show LOL), then would you prefer Iron Man or Wolverine?
Sorry, not a Supernatural watcher (wince). I don’t watch as much TV as I used to; writing keeps me pretty busy. BUT I can answer the Iron Man/Wolverine question. I’d choose Wolverine. There is something so animalistic and primal about him and I love that. Plus, I want to run my fingers through those sideburns! 😉

What five items do you take everywhere with you – besides cell phone, keys and purse/wallet?
My kids, my ipod, my stun gun (her name is Jane), my military I.D., and a fabulous pair of shoes!

If we were to come over to your house for dinner, what dish would you make us?
I specialize in pasta dishes (I love to cook), so most likely that’s what you’d get. One of my favorites to make is pork ragu with gnocchi. I also make a mean lasagna!EM

Did you always want to be an author?
Writing has always been part of my life. I wrote my first book when I was 12 and several others while in high school. Being a published author has always been my dream.

What song are you most sick of hearing already this summer?
I should say Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke. I mean, it’s being played over and over, on every station. But it’s just so darn catchy and I love it! I have a love/hate relationship with that song!

Who are some of your fave authors?
I used to only read Historical Romance (I know, snobby, right?), so most of my favorites fall under that genre. Julia Quinn, Johanna Lindsey, Loretta Chase, Sabrina Jeffries, Mary Balogh. Outside of romance, I love Alice Walker (author of the Color Purple).

Who/What are you currently reading?
I just started the Game of Thrones series by George R.R. Martin. I’m on book one, A Song of Ice and Fire and I’m so hooked! Now I want to check out the T.V. show!


Two Sides to Every Story

One of my favorite aspects of writing is creating a complex and downright despicable villain. I love to layer them in shades of black, white and gray. I enjoy making them antagonize my hero and heroine and make things difficult for them.

I never thought one of my villains would one day move on to seek redemption as the heroine of their own story. Yet, this is exactly what has happened. When writing my debut novel, The Third Son, I had fun creating the character Davina. Though to many she may have come across as your typical scheming and vindictive mistress, I always saw her as a complex character. The novel is over 100,000 words and that was after extensive editing, so you can imagine that there was not room to expand on Davina’s personality and offer any reason for the reason she was the way she was.

That is why I’m so glad I decided to write The Mistress, a novella dedicated solely to Davina, her background, her journey and fight to survive after her own actions bring her world crashing down around her.

Many of my faithful readers confessed hatred for the courtesan, and for good reason. Her scheming throws a humongous monkey wrench into the romance between the characters in The Third Son.

However, it is my opinion that there is two sides to every story. And every villain in a story, is the hero of his own tale. Can there be redemption for the villain of the story? Find out in The Mistress!

Blurb: Once the courtesan of a prince, and then the wife of a king, Davina Keane now finds herself divorced, banished for treason, and sentenced to a life of loveless marriage to the man who aided her in her crimes. Now a penniless widow, she has sunk as low as could be and faces a life of poverty; prostitution being her only other option besides living on the street. Desperate to save herself, Davina makes one final attempt at forging a new life … by marriage to Rafe Rothwell.

A widower and father of three, Rafe has been looking for a wife ever since his first one perished. It’s too bad no one will have him, as he and his children (known notoriously as the Raucous Rothwells) have a reputation for being difficult to manage. He’s long given up his search when Davina Keane appears at his door, seemingly prepared to take on the role. Though his needs are practical at first, Rafe finds himself faced with the truth: he wants more from her than just a manager of his home and hearth.

As an arrangement of convenience becomes something more, Davina is faced with the possibility of losing her husband over the truth of a past she kept secret when entering the marriage. Will love be enough to erase the mistakes of her past, or will they threaten to upend her newfound happiness?


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Release Blitz [with Review]: The Mistress by Elise Marion

TheMistress_BlitzThe Mistress
Kings of Cardenas #4
By Elise Marion
Publication date: October 13th
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Once the courtesan of a prince, and then the wife of a king, Davina Keane now finds herself divorced, banished for treason, and sentenced to a life of loveless marriage to the man who aided her in her crimes. Now a penniless widow, she has sunk as low as could be and faces a life of pove

rty; prostitution being her only other option besides living on the street. Desperate to save herself, Davina makes one final attempt at forging a new life … by marriage to Rafe Rothwell. 

A widower and father of three, Rafe has been looking for a wife ever since his first one perished. It’s too bad no one will have him, as he and his children (known notoriously as the Racous Rothwells) have a reputation for being difficult to manage. He’s long given up his search when Davina Keane appears at his door, seemingly prepared to

take on the role. Though his needs are practical at first, Rafe finds himself faced with the truth: he wants more from her than just a manager of his home and hearth.

As an arrangement of convenience becomes something more, Davina is faced with the possibility of losing her husband over the truth of a past she kept secret when entering the marriage. Will love be enough to erase the mistakes of her past, or will they threaten to upend her newfound happiness?

Review: 5 out of 5 Stars
Secrets, parenthood, second chances, desperation and electrifying chemistry are intricately woven facets of Elise Marion’s latest release. Strong and determined characters, a journey of understanding, second chances and uplifting strength surround these multi-faceted characters that take a reader through powerful ups and downs and learning to live again. I enjoyed Rafe and Davina very much, they’re characters who jumped off the page and into my heart. Ms. Marion weaves such as an amazing romance, it was so fulfilling to read the first time, and I wanted to read it again right away. I do not read a lot of historical romances, simply because it’s not my genre of choice, but I absolutely recommend THE MISTRESS for all readers who love an awesome romance penned by a very talented author.
This book was provided to me by the author for an honest opinion, and I was not compensated in any way.

Davina approached and sank down onto the blanket beside him, laying on her side and facing him. “What a lovely day,” she said, propping her chin on her hand. “Don’t you think?”

He nodded. “Very much so. I cannot thank you enough for what you’ve done for Beth. I’ve never seen her so happy about the way she looks.”

“It was my pleasure. The poor girl just needed a little help to see that she is really quite attractive. I hope you don’t mind, I allowed her to use a small amount of cosmetics. I used a light hand.”

Rafe grunted. “So, that’s why her eyes looked so bright.”

Davina laughed. “Just a bit of kohl and some rouge on her cheeks, Rafe. I certainly wear more on occasion.”

“You don’t need to,” he said, unable to stop himself from reaching out to touch her face. “You are quite perfect without them.”

He’d expected her to smile, but she did not. Instead, she inched closer to him on the blanket, tilting her head invitingly. His throat constricted tightly, cutting off his air supply, and his stomach churned madly. Did she have any earthly idea what she was doing to him?

“Beth,” he whispered at her very blatant invitation for a kiss.

“She’s busy,” Davina murmured and Rafe knew there was no escape. Beth showed no signs of turning around to spy on them and was quite engrossed in making a daisy chain. “Please Rafe,” she said softly. “Kiss me again, like you did before.”

Rafe’s eyebrows wrinkled. “I’m not sure I know what you mean. How did I kiss you before?”

She sighed and closed her eyes, inching closer until her breasts were nearly pressed against his chest. He cradled her in one arm, his hand resting at her hip.

“You kissed me as if I were precious and fragile. You kissed me as if I meant something to you. No one has ever kissed me that way.”

He smirked and tweaked the tip of her nose playfully. “Have you been kissed much, Davina?”

Her eyes flew open and the sadness in the depths of her eyes was unmistakable. “Yes,” she answered honestly. Why shouldn’t she have been kissed many times? A woman with her looks must have had men fawning over her for most of her life. “But none of them ever took the time to mean it the way you did.”

That did it. The fragile chord of his control snapped and he closed the distance between them, pressing his mouth to hers insistently. She met him with a soft moan, a strangled cry of satisfaction as he kissed her with everything he had. The soft yet coarse rasp of her tongue against his set him on fire as he consumed her, giving her everything she’d never had in a kiss, showing her what he knew it should be. That he was the first—perhaps not the first to kiss her, but the first to make it count—filled him with a sense of primal satisfaction. She sighed and panted against his lips, her body squirming restlessly beneath his as he brought one leg over hers and pressed closer, his hips now against hers.

As their bodies met, he groaned and the sound was a duet with her breathless whisper.


His eyes flew open and he looked at her, struck by the pure desire he saw on her face. No woman had ever looked at him that way and it made him feel large, like a conquering hero. Her hero. Her eyes told him that she was his, that she would surrender to him willingly and purposely. It was a heady feeling.

“We are to be married tomorrow,” she said breathlessly. He could only nod in response. “Will you make me wait another night to make love to me? Or shall you take advantage of my unlocked door tonight?”

Speechless, Rafe swallowed, the sound noisy in the quiet glen. He was suddenly intimidated and aroused all at once. No, his mind screamed, no I will not make you wait another second! Yet, fear settled in and left him afraid. As much as she enthralled him and as much as he wanted her, she terrified him to no end. Could he truly take from her body, and give of his, without opening himself up to more pain and heartbreak? Things would have been so much simpler if they’d stayed within the agreed parameters of friendship.

She brushed her lips against his and smiled. “I will wait up for you,” she said, her deep, throaty voice rich with promise.


Author Bio:EM
I first picked up a pen with with dreams of writing at the age of 12. I’ve been writing ever since and have found a love of romantic stories both sweet and sensual.

I am a woman with two jobs. My first job consists of taking care of home and family, which includes a busy Army husband, two rambunctious kids, and two very active dogs. When I’m not doing that I’m stretching the imagination with stories of people from all walks of life (and worlds) falling in love.

I love coffee, chocolate, music (listening and singing), shoes, jewelry, and food! I am always in the kitchen whipping up something new or watching the pros do it on TV.

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