New this week at Evernight Publishing (Mar 20-24) #Romance #1Click #99cents @EvernightPub

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Happy Saturday!

Another week has flown by, which means many new Evernight Publishing titles for you to enjoy!

Click on each book cover for more information. This week’s releases March 20 – 24. Lots of diversity for readers to enjoy!! Be sure to check out the 99 Cent specials link at the post’s end, too!

Remember, all new releases are 25% off if you buy directly from Evernight’s bookstore.

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Refuge by Eva Evans
evansGenre: Alternative (MM) Sci-Fi,
May/December Romance
Heat Level: 3
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From Lightning to Love by Kory Steed
The Lightning Series # 1
steedGenre: Alternative (MM) Contemporary, BDSM,
Medical, May/December Romance

Heat Level: 4
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Loving Liam by Nikka Michaels
MichaelsGenre: Contemporary, Mainstream,
New Adult Romance, Romance on the Go

Heat Level: 2
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Call Me Gideon by Remmy Duchene
DucheneGenre: Alternative (MM) Contemporary,
Interracial Romance
Heat Level: 3
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Fourth Fight by Mary Abshire
Heaven Sent # 4

abshireGenre: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Suspense
Heat Level: 2
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Epic Love by JJ King
Masterclass # 1

kingGenre: Contemporary Romance
Romance on the Go
Heat Level: 2
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Something Wicked by Jenika Snow
jenikaGenre: Erotic Paranormal Shifters Romance
Romance on the Go
Heat Level: 4
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I Want More by Sam Crescent
Biker Rules # 2
crescentGenre: : Erotic Rubenesque MC Romance
Heat Level: 3
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New this week at Evernight Publishing (March 13-17) #Romance #1Click #99cents @EvernightPub

 

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Happy Saturday!

Another week has flown by, which means many new Evernight Publishing titles for you to enjoy!

Click on each book cover for more information. This week’s releases March 13-17. Lots of diversity for readers to enjoy!! Be sure to check out the 99 Cent specials link at the post’s end, too!

Remember, all new releases are 25% off if you buy directly from Evernight’s bookstore.

 

**SALE**
And today is the 2nd day that Evernight Publishing is having a St. Patrick’s Day Sale of 25% OFF on your website order. So be sure to take advantage of those savings!
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Seamus’s Mate by Elyzabeth M. Valey
Alpha Protectors # 2
valeyGenre: Erotic Paranormal Fantasy Romance
Heat Level: 3
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His Killing Princess by April Zyon
Family First # 2
zyonGenre: Erotic Dark BDSM
Contemporary Romance 

Heat Level: 4
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Sub for the Lion by Angelique Voisen
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Genre: Alternative (MM) BDSM
Paranormal Romance 

Heat Level: 4
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Some Sugar by Sam Crescent
Curvy Women Wanted # 3
crescentGenre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Rubenesque Romance on the Go
Heat Level: 3
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Spotlight ~ Palace of Scoundrels by Nicola M. Cameron #SFR #SciFi #Fantasy @YesItsNicolaC

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PALACE OF SCOUNDRELS by NICOLA M. CAMERON

Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Palace of Scoundrels is kind of a surprise baby because the first book in the series, Empress of Storms, was supposed to be a standalone until I started getting asked when the sequel was coming out. I am not one to disappoint readers. I’m describing Palace of Scoundrels as “Game of Thrones, except with less violent death and more snark. The wine drinking is about the same, though.” And I already have an outline for Book Three and two novellas in the same universe – whee!

Two Thrones Series
Fantasy Romance, Erotic Romance, MF
Word Count: 70,000
Heat Level 4
Published by Belaurient Press
ISBN: 978-1-37-031324-2

BLURB:

Spring has sprung in the island kingdom of Hellas, and with it come thoughts of young love and fruitful fields. But with no signs of an occupant for the royal nursery, Queen Danaë is starting to worry about her own fertility. Her concerns aren’t helped by the arrival of the legendarily conniving Dowager Queen Atilia of Illium–or the woman’s handsome grandson Prince Marcus, on the run after being accused of poisoning his older brother.

In the neighboring kingdom of Ypres, Danaë’s royal husband Matthias is dealing with dangerous family politics and a wolfish duke who has kidnapped a young noblewoman for immoral purposes. Or has he? Can Matthias ward off the threat of civil war, outwit his relatives, and deal with a charming rival in his wife’s own palace?

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EXCERPT

Matthias pulled Danaë into his lap, squeezing her close. She felt his chest rumble in rueful laughter. “Only you could fall into the ocean, be rescued by pirates, and wind up haring off with them on a treasure hunt.”

“Oddly enough, Father said much the same thing,” she admitted. “But it turned into a wonderful adventure. I even got my favorite tiara out of it, the silver one with the large pearl.” She’d also earned the unswerving loyalty of Captain Jason Constantinedes and his crew, who now served as her personal spy network outside of Hellas. After brief consideration she decided not to mention the days she had spent as Jason’s willing lover. It was in the past, and she didn’t want Matthias harboring a grudge against Jason if the captain ever had cause to come to Hellaspont. “They brought me back home with a wealth of knowledge about piracy on the high seas. Which is why I know I don’t want to be a pirate queen.”

“Thank the gods for that,” Matthias muttered, kissing her hair. “You’re rapacious enough as it is.”

She turned so that she could nuzzle under his ear, licking the salty skin there. “I never heard you complain before.”

“I’m not complaining now, little bird, merely observing.”

She hummed, catching his earlobe between her teeth and nibbling on it. “Rapacious,” she whispered after she let it go. “I like the sound of that.” His breath caught as she traced spirals on his skin with the tip of her tongue. She could smell clean sweat, male musk, and something distinctly Matthias underneath it all. “Would you like me to show you how rapacious I can be?” she teased.

“Another night, perhaps,” She heard a promise in his voice. “Tonight, milady, I plan on doing the boarding.”

His arms tightened around her and he got up with a soft grunt, carrying her to the bed and dropping her onto the silk coverlet. She bounced with a giggle and rose up on her elbows, watching avidly as he pulled off his shirt and breeches. Regular riding and sparring matches with his guard had kept him muscled and firm, and she could spend hours running her fingers over the curves and dips of his body, particularly his broad, furred chest. The flickering light from candle and fireplace transformed the hair there into gold and amber sparks, trailing down his carved abdomen before spreading into a darker nest of curls around his rising cock. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the delicious ache that always grew between them when he stripped like this for her.

He cupped himself, squeezing the shaft hard enough to make the sheathed head bulge. “Still want a statue of me?” he asked, with the cheerful arrogance of a man who knew he was desired.

She licked her lips. “More than ever.”

He glanced down at his swelling flesh and grinned. “You can’t scare me, you know. I’ve seen the kind of statuary you have in Hellas. I doubt anyone would bat an eyelash at it.”

“Bat an eyelash, no. Be violently jealous of me, yes.” It was her turn to tease, and she took her time unfastening the brooches that held up her gown. She slid the delicate fabric over one breast, then the other, letting it caress her hardening nipples. The sensation made her shiver. Cupping one breast, she rolled the peak between her fingers, imagining his hot, wet mouth around it. “The question is, what will your future subjects think when they see the statue of me?”

Matthias put a knee on the mattress. The movement made the furred sac between his legs swing a bit, and she reached out to cradle it, enjoying how he shivered at her touch. “The women will weep from envy, and the men will all fall in love with you,” he murmured, his voice rough and needy. “And none of them will ever have you.”

“No, they won’t,” she breathed, letting him push her onto her back. The ache between her hips grew, turning into a slow, sweet throb. “Only you, my love.

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BIO

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

 


 

Spotlight: Sons of Thunder by Libby Bishop #UrbanFantasy #Romance #OneClick @LibbyBRomance

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Title: Son of Thunder
Author: Libby Bishop
Publisher: Entangled Publishing

 

~Blurb~

Her hunt for a murderer is his way home.

Rune is the grandson of Thor, and just as strong. Exiled to the realm of Earth for nearly killing his brother–it was a little misunderstanding– he has to find a way to redeem himself so he can get back to Asgard. And when he lands—literally—in the bed of a fiery redhead with an FBI badge, he realizes that she may be the key to going home. But helping Liv hunt a killer has one big consequence—chemistry. He can’t keep his hands off her, and there’s no way they can ever be together.

Six years ago, FBI Special Agent Liv Winter’s best friend was murdered. Since then, she’s taken a two-week vacation around the anniversary of the death to try and solve the case. She’s used every available resource. Yet, her friend’s killer is still on the loose. She refuses to give up—willing to do almost anything to bring the person to justice.

Apparently, almost anything includes trusting a god. And while she might need Rune’s help with her case, there’s no way she’ll ever trust him with her heart.

 Rune

 ~Excerpt~

She walked into the room just as he set the last bowl on the table. He pulled a chair out for her and waved a hand over the food—roasted chicken, potatoes, and carrots, as well as a large salad. “This was all I had to work with.” He folded his arms, smirking a bit. “You’ve never had it like I’ve made it.”

She raised an eyebrow as she took a seat, seemingly unmoved. “I’ve had this meal a thousand times,” she said, putting the napkin on her lap. “It certainly smells delicious, but what makes you think it’ll be different this time?”

He winked, taking his seat. “Try it, then tell me what’s different.”

His words were meant as a challenge, and she smiled as she picked up her knife and fork. “All right, Rune. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He waited patiently as she started with a carrot, then a potato. All she gave him was a “Hmm,” then she cut a piece of chicken. He was hoping for more of a reaction, and frowned as she ate the chicken without so much as a glimmer of what she was thinking, or how good he damn well knew the food was.

She appeared to be completely unimpressed.

He growled, angry at her non-reaction. How dare she insult his cooking in such a way? He prided himself on his ability to make women practically fall on their knees in front of him just from one bite of food. He shoved the chair back and stood, pointing a finger at her, but stopped when she giggled.

“Sweet Odin, Viking—you are touchy.”

“I dare you to defy how good that is. Dare you.”

“Oooh, a tantrum from a god.” She rolled her eyes. She picked up two carrots with her fork and lifted them to her mouth, but paused before eating them. “How original.”

That did it. “Woman, don’t test me—I’m a god, and you’ll lose.”

~Book Trailer~

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~Buy Links~

Amazon: http://amzn.to/2akHWiY

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~Bio~
Libby Bishop is a paranormal romance/erotic author.

She loves reading, writing, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the SyFy Channel (Haven and Bitten!), and spending time with friends and family. She has one fat, fluffy cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is.

She also writes dark fantasy/paranormal/horror under the name October Weeks.

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“I’ve had centuries to perfect my love of the female  form—remember that, my lady.” (1)


 

Spotlight ~ A Gift From Fate by Layna Pimentel #Fantasy #Romance #NewRelease @LaynaPimentel

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A Gift from Fate
Series: Tempting Fate Book # 1
Genre Fantasy, Romance
Heat Level 3
Words 16500
Content Notes: Hot

After colliding with a stunning vision in white, retired Staff Sergeant Brent Daniels offers to drive the beautiful stranger to a hotel for the night, but instead discovers he’s with one very lost creature. He’s bewitched by her sinful curves, her dark and mesmerizing eyes, and the pull at his soul with each minute passing. Nevertheless, he can’t shake the feeling she’s hiding something.

Melpomene, daughter of Zeus, finds her handsome rescuer resembles the man who has continuously haunted her dreams. Before long, she’s in his arms, wanting more. Knowing their days are numbered, desperation leads her to reach out for help by an unlikely ally.

When her father locates where she’s been staying and with whom she’s given herself to, an ultimatum of life or death is given.

Just how far will these two lovers go, and what will they sacrifice to be together?

Excerpt:

An overwhelming urge to vault from her chambers and down Mount Helikon suppressed her thoughts or any reasoning for the rush. Melpomene’s sense of time and space no longer held any relevance. The Fates knew. Only they possessed the knowledge behind her dreams and the questions weighing her down. She rushed past her sister without a glance, heeding the warning of the whisper.
A chill enveloped her, compelling her to a halt only a few feet away from the crone, as Atropos, the Fate who severed the Thread of Life, forced her thoughts upon Melpomene.
“For the love of Zeus, child, why do you trespass into our domain?”
“Leave her be, sister.”
The same flutter of air from her chamber whirled around the spot where she stood frozen.
With a flowing white gown and a crown of dark curls held in place by laurels, Clotho embodied motherhood, nurturing when required. Nevertheless, her primary role of determining the length of one’s lifespan remained in the back of Melpomene’s mind.
“You’ve come. You seek. Your dream is a prophecy of what is to come, daughter of Zeus. Do you truly wish to foresee what your future holds?”
Words escaped her, leaving her unsure how to proceed.
“Trapped between both worlds.” Clotho circled to the right.
Atropos to the left. “His time has long since passed.”
“But your passion will be both a beginning and an end.” Lachesis stopped directly in
front of her.
“What on Mt. Olympus are you talking about?” She hadn’t told anyone about the
dream, but the Fates knew all according to legend.
Overwhelmed and uncertain, Melpomene attempted to sidestep but couldn’t as the
Moirai closed in.
“You have but three days to experience and let go. Be sure to comprehend that the
mortal is nothing but a conflict of interest. He has no place in our world, nor you in his. However, there may be an opportunity to leave this life and start another.”
“Wait. Three days to experience what?” she asked.
All three Fates assumed their positions by Atropos’ spindle of life.
“This is my gift to you, daughter of Zeus, but heed our warning. Should you speak
your true name, you can be assured there are those who will hear it on Mt. Olympus. ’Tis known, no daughter of Zeus should ever consummate with a mortal without his blessing. ’Tis known, Zeus shows no mercy to those who defy him. God or mortal, if you are discovered, you will be punished severely,” Clotho said.
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?” Melpomene’s surroundings vanished, a white, blinding light wrapping around her.
When the light dimmed, she stood in a downpour of warm, soothing rain, clothed in only a white linen dress. The garment clung to her body, revealing every nuance and curve, leaving little to the imagination. She hurried to cover herself, turning in a quick circle to hide, but crashed face-first into a muscular wall.
She glanced up. The green eyes gazing back at her left her breathless. Her heart raced a mile-a-minute, and when the familiarity struck her, she staggered back, tripping over the nearby curb. “It’s you.”
The same green eyes from her dream connected with hers, the same devastatingly handsome body begging to be touched. Ruined, with no chance of escaping the sinful thoughts fogging her mind, Melpomene lost the capability to move. Not even the downpour distracted her from the memory of their wicked encounters in dreamscape. Blast the  Oneiroi, the rain, and the Fates.

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Sunday Snippet ~ The Dragon in the Stone by Doris O’Connor #NaughtyFairytale #Shifters #Adult @MamaD8 @EvernightPub

Thank you so much for having me on your blog with my Naughty Fairytale, The Dragon in the Stone, which is an erotic twist on Beauty and the Beast.
 
I always say I find inspiration in all sorts of places and this story is no exception.
 
The idea first came to me during a walk with my kids last summer. As we were meandering
past the stream in one of our local parks, my ten year old daughter piped up.
 
“Look mummy, that’s the stone that looks like a dragon.”
 
She pointed toward a rock formation that made up one side. Now, I’ll be honest I didn’t see
a dragon, just rock, lol, but she was adamant it was a dragon. As were the other kids, when they looked.
 
So, it got me thinking about this girl who sees the dragon in the stone. The idea was
born, and when the lovely Rhonda in my reader Group, The RavDor Chicks asked me
to write dragon story… the rest is history as they say.
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The Dragon in the Stone was my NaNoWriMo effort last year, and you know with the awesome Gary Taylor as my visual inspiration for Lord Drorgan, my fingers flew.
 
You can check out my Pinterest board for this story here: https://uk.pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/the-dragon-in-the-stone/
 
Not only did I win NaNoWriMo, but I had the story submitted and accepted by the end of November, something of a record for me, I tell you. And that was with me wanting to bash Dorgan’s and Rhonda’s heads together, at time. They’re as stubborn as each other, and I was beginning to despair that they ever would get it together. When they do… well, he’s a dragon and things get HAWT in an entirely different way.
 
*winks*

I loved writing these two, and I hope my readers will too.

 
 
Blurb:
 
~Editor’s Pick~
 
Penance needs to be paid come what may…

Several Centuries ago Drorgan was cursed into stone. Every twenty five years he
is given one night and one day to find the woman willing to accept him in both
forms.

It’s the price to pay for his past behavior.

As a lost, lonely little girl Rhonda Butterbaugh was rescued by the dragon in
the stone and she has never forgotten her fierce protector. It sparked her
fascination with all things dragon. If only they were real. There are no such
things as fairytales, however.

When she is attacked on her way home, and wakes up in a cursed magic castle,
complete with a fierce dragon shifting lord, her life takes a turn for the surreal.

Determined to break the curse and rescue Drorgan and his kin, she hasn’t
counted on Drorgan’s resistance.

Dragons aren’t supposed to be noble.

 
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http://www.dorisoconnor.com/the-dragon-in-the-stone.html
Adult Excerpt:
She’d have that cute crease between her brows, screw up her nose and stick her tongue out as she concentrated on her task. Thoughts of her tongue sweeping across her lips, and her teeth no doubt sinking into the soft flesh, made his morning wood turn to stone.
Without even thinking about his actions he took his rock hard dick in hand and
stroked lazily up and down the shaft, while his hungry gaze roamed over the curve of her ass. The fire flared to life, rendering her shift transparent, and he fisted his erection faster, seeing the darkened cleft of her ass cheeks.
His dragon roared to life with the need to claim his woman, and Rhonda gasped and whipped around to face him.
While the action hid her far too enticing ass from his view, it exposed her heavy breasts. The nipples hardened under his intense stare, and he could clearly make out the darker color of the surrounding areola through the fabric covering. It made his mouth water with the need to taste, as did the restless way his girl shifted from foot to foot. The increasing wetness he sensed between her legs wrenched a growl from him, and the most delightful blush spread over Rhonda’s pale skin.
Her breathing sped up and her pupils dilated, and she’d taken several involuntary steps toward him before she realized what she was doing. Shaking her head she frowned as though surprised at her actions, and Drorgan grinned. The fact that she responded like that to him without any coercion on his part spoke volumes of their connection.
Magda’s instructions rang in his ears, and despite his misgivings he couldn’t have put a stop to what was happening between them, if his life depended on it. It might be utterly selfish of him, but he was tired of fighting what he felt for the woman in front of
him. He was so damn tired of being alone, and Rhonda was a grown woman, not a child. She’d had countless opportunities to flee, to reject him, and not once had she done so, so maybe he just needed to accept this … whatever this would turn out to be and go with it.
The future was his for the taking again, and God help him, he wanted Rhonda in that future, as his mate, his wife, and God willing one day the mother of his children.
“You’re awake.”
Her whispered words shook him out his self-examining thoughts, and kicking the rest of the sheets off, he let go of his dick, and put his hands behind his head in a silent invitation.
“Very awake in more ways than one, my little dragon, and in need of your attention.”
He smirked when she gasped and let her gaze roam all over his naked body. The way she was eating him alive with her eyes, the way her breathing grew laborious, and her heart rate kicked into overdrive … it made his cock jerk. Her gaze snared on that body part, and
she licked her lips. Right now in this moment it was the most erotic sight ever, and Drorgan wished with all his might that those lips were wrapped around his shaft.
“Don’t let me stop you. Keep on walking over here, little dragon, and take what you so clearly want.”
He held out his hand to her, and Rhonda gave one of those cock hardening little mewls, that told him how turned on she was.
“I thought we were going to talk about…” His dragon snarled his impatience, and she blanched, even as her sweet musk intensified. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, wrapped her arms around herself, and her toes curled under as her thighs flexed.
“We can talk if you want to, or I can take care of that ache in your cunt, while I fuck your mouth with my cock.” A strangled sound escaped his girl, and sitting up, Drorgan swung his legs off the side of the bed. He took a firm grasp of his cock and started to fist himself. Drops of his pre-cum appeared on the hugely swollen head of his dick, and he hissed his pleasure through his teeth as he swiped his thumb through the sticky evidence of his arousal and used the natural lubrication to slap his hand up and down his cock.
Pleasure built instantly from the base of his spine, and he grunted his approval when Rhonda’s hand strayed to her cunt.
“Yes, fuck yourself on your fingers for me. Take that blasted shift off, and let me see how wet you are. How much your cunt is aching for my cock, and if you’re a very good girl you might even get to taste it soon.”
“God, yes.” Her strangled whisper reached his hearing over the roaring of his own blood, and he increased the motion of his hand on his cock, as she fumbled with the ribbon holding her shift together.
“So fucking beautiful.” He grunted the words, as her shift fell to the floor, and leaned forward better to see the flushed skin on display for him. “Fondle your breasts and spread your legs, so that I can see my cunt. That’s my girl.”
Flames licked across his skin as his dragon went wild, seeing Rhonda comply with his wishes so beautifully.
Breaths seesawing out of her lungs she tugged on the tips of her pink nipples, until they elongated and hardened further. Her pussy lips opened as she spread her legs, revealing the darker tissues contained within. Drenched in her juices, her inner lips quivered and her little hole clenched, pushing more of her arousal down the inside of her thighs.
             “You’re so fucking wet for me, girl. Tell me do you still want to talk, or shall I show you what it means to be my mate?”
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Author bio
 
Doris is a writer of  sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
Stalk her in these places

 


Feature Friday ~ Empress of Storms by Nicola M. Cameron #Fantasy #ERom @YesItsNicolaC

 

BACKGROUND ON EMPRESS OF STORMS by NICOLA M. CAMERON

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today! My new novel Empress of Storms is an unusual book for me on a number of fronts. For one thing, it’s my first MF high fantasy erotic romance (and never did I think those words would be used in reference to me).

Secondly, EoS was prompted by a challenge. Some of you may remember a certain author kicking off a kerfluffle in September by putting up a GoFundMe fund in order to write full-time. Which is totally cool, and I support the Patreon concept 100%.

That being said, the writer demonstrated a, let us say, unrealistic worldview on professional writing. After receiving both even-tempered remonstrating and plain old ridicule, she lashed out at her critics with the following:

“I’d like to challenge each and every one of these wonderful women to a writing contest. How about an 80K (that’s 80,000 words people, not dollars!) novel. It needs to be fully edited, proofed and a professional cover designed for it. Oh, and they have only 6 months to do all this. Ok, go.”

Well, I can’t pass up a challenge. I announced that I would go one better and finish an 80K novel, have it fully edited, proofed, and provided with a professional cover in six weeks, and release it as an ebook and trade paperback in November.

Let me take a moment to point out that every writer has his or her own speed. Some write fast, some write slow. Any speed you write at is fine. You do you, baby. But taking an 80K novel from zero to “Whoops, it’s on Amazon” within six m/o/n/t/h/s/ weeks is just not as impossible as some people seem to think. Part of this challenge was to show that it’s possible to do this without sacrificing quality, and while still maintaining something of a life.

I will be perfectly transparent here and state that I did not make my original six-week deadline (due to a killer sinus infection and various stresses on the home front). I did it in seven weeks. Still not bad if I do say so myself.

I’ve also been asked why I’m using Nicola M. Cameron on Empress of Storms. I lifted the idea from the late, brilliant Iain Banks who wrote mainstream fiction as Iain Banks and science fiction as Iain M. Banks. It was a way of differentiating between the two genres without having to use a pseudonym, and I decided to use the same trick here. Nicola Cameron is pretty much associated with MM/MMM fiction by this point, so if you pick up a Nicola Cameron book that’s what you’ll get, whereas Nicola M. Cameron writes MF fiction with occasional forays into MMF. I like to make readers’ lives easier, you see.

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Empress-of-storms-CustomDesign-JayAheer2015-smallpreviewEMPRESS OF STORMS by NICOLA M. CAMERON

Fantasy Romance, Erotic Romance, MF

Word Count: 83,000

Heat Level 4

Published by Belaurient Press

ISBN: 978-1-31-069790-6


BLURB:

A king who must offer himself as royal consort to fulfill a treaty. A young queen and mage, unexpectedly married to the man she’s loved since childhood. Two countries, divided by geography and united by a political marriage, are poised on the brink of a golden age. But will vicious magic and unexpected betrayal tear both the royal couple and their kingdoms apart?

When King Matthias of Ypres has to fulfill a treaty and provide a royal consort for young Queen Danäe of Hellas, the only royal available for marriage is … him. Can he risk letting a blue-haired witch queen into his heart?

From political necessity, Queen Danäe finds herself marrying the man she secretly loves. Now she must win the heart of a king, prove herself as a mage, and defeat the enemies that threaten them both.

 

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EXCERPT:

“You’re not what I expected, Danaë.”

“So I gathered. You’re different as well. And I’m very pleased with that.” She reached out and tugged at a curl of his chest hair. “So, shall we try this again?”

“I think we should.” He held up the taper. “With the light or without?”

“With, if it’s all the same to you. I want to enjoy the sight of my new husband.”

“I suspect I’m the one who will be doing the bulk of the enjoying, but as you wish.” Matthias put the candle back on the side table. He was now cast in shadow, but Danaë could still see him well enough. He slid down until he was on his side facing her. “I’m afraid I’m out of practice with bedroom matters. What would you like to do now?”

She thought. He hadn’t kissed her yet, at least not above the collarbones. “I’d like a proper kiss. The one you gave me after the ceremony may have been acceptable for public consumption, but I hope it’s not how you kiss in private.”

“It isn’t.” He moved closer, stroking her shoulder with a finger. “And my apologies for that. I suspect I’ll be apologizing for much of what happened this day.”

“No apologies are needed if you kiss me.”

He did, a sweet brush of lips that made her mouth tingle with anticipation. The next kiss caught her lower lip between his. He sucked gently on the plump flesh, letting it slide free with a soft pop. Their faces were too close to see him smile, but she could feel it somehow.

“You have honey in your kisses, Danaë,” he murmured.

“Only for you, Matthias.”

“Flatterer.”

She dimpled. “Kiss me again and find out.”

This time his kiss was stronger, hungrier. She responded with an equal need, cupping his cheeks and immersing herself in the intoxicating taste of Matthias’s mouth. He tasted of wine and the roast from dinner, and some secret flavor that was unique to him, something dark and very male. It was perfect, sating a hunger she hadn’t known she possessed. She fell back against her pillows and he followed, their tongues sliding against each other in a twisting dance.

He finally pulled back, gasping. “It’s a good thing I didn’t kiss you like that earlier today,” he said. “I would’ve taken you in front of the entire cathedral.”

“Perhaps a bit more than the nobles of Ypres needed to see,” she agreed, breathless. “Not to mention my brother and Patriarch Reniel.”

Matthias tilted her chin up, nuzzling the soft skin of her jaw. “He would’ve had me building shrines in atonement to the end of my days. And your brother would have run me through.”

“Which would have caused an unpleasant international incident.” She arched when his mouth hit a sensitive spot on her neck. “Not to mention I would have to have him executed for killing my husband.”

“It’s a good thing we avoided all that, then,” Matthias agreed, licking delicate spirals on her skin down towards her breast. He stopped at the point where the flesh began to mound and kissed his way to her nipple. Dragging the very tip of his tongue around the areola, he then flicked it across the stiff little nub. “Best we save such things for the privacy of our bed.”

 

BIO:
Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).