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VBT: Wicked Tides by Sean Kinsley @sean_kinsley

2A dark fantasy, hardcore action novel…

After intercepting a convoy containing crucial intelligence and decrypting the data, the Kionic Pirates now know their time of plundering the seas may come to an end.  An alliance has been formed between the various factions they prey on.  With little time to spare the Kionic Pirates begin their own defensive preparations which include sending out various special forces teams to perform recon and sabotage missions.

An area of the world that has not seen major conflict is about to erupt.  Run by powerful politicians, kings, warriors, spherists, assassins and underground networks, chances for personal gain are rife.  Spherists, people who are able to draw upon and control the energy of ethereal realms, are utilized in everything from encrypting information, communicating long distance, spying and contract killing.

Everything is about to go down and the Kionics are right in the middle of it.

One Kionic spec ops team, lead by Exphasia, a spherist, is sent to the city where she grew up.  Followed by her brother Merritt and her hard-headed friend, Rezen, they soon learn that there is far more going on than initially perceived.  Aided by an assassin, who partly shares in the Kionic’s own goals, they must recover as much intel as possible and destroy what they can before the Alliance fleet leaves dock.

And there’s something else…

Communication and other spherical activities are being scrambled and hampered by an unknown storm brewing over the mountains to the east. Something is wrong.

And Rezen’s nightmares are getting worse…


Seans picSean Kinsley was born in Reno, Nevada and is currently resides there. He was a host on a radio station for several months before switching to television. After high school, Sean had a public access TV show that ran for several years where he directed, acted and edited.

Moving on, he now provides artwork for websites and other various projects in addition to “Pick Me, Pick Me and Monte’s Lost Colony, a full color hardcover children’s book released in 2008. Wicked Tides is his first novel. Beyond writing, he would like to direct and make movies in the future.

Sean Kinsley is the author of the dark fantasy novel Wicked Tides and illustrator of the children’s book Pick Me, Pick Me and Monte’s Lost Colony. He has just recently finished the first draft of the sequel to Wicked tides called Wrathful Echoes. He appears on the radio frequently and does graphic on the side. He will begin writing his next novel in a few weeks while Wrathful Echoes goes through the publishing process.

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VBT: Last of the red hot cowboys by tina leonard @Tina_Leonard @GoddessFish

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A sexy cowgirl gives a rugged Texas loner the ride of his life in USA Today bestselling author Tina Leonard’s seductive new series.

Ava Buchanan dreams of a career on the rodeo circuit. Winning a spot on a one-of-a-kind team would be her ticket to the life she’s always wanted. Ava won’t let anyone stand in her way—not even a stubborn cowboy whose slow-molasses smile and red-hot swagger set her senses aflame . . . and whose talents as a trainer could make her a star. Rodeo might be a man’s game, but Ava knows the right woman’s touch can tame the wildest heart.

Trace Carter believes his mayor’s plan to raise the town’s profile has disaster written all over it, and he won’t allow the Hell’s Outlaws Training Center to be dragged into the fiasco. Yet watching Ava’s delectable body on horseback proves too much of a temptation, and his fantasies stray to her riding skills outside the arena. Soon Trace is fighting like hell to rein in his unbridled desire for the petite brunette before it becomes a passion hotter than the Texas sun.



“It doesn’t matter,” Trace said, glancing over at Ava. “Don’t let the Horsemen guilt you. They’re working an angle, and it’s always a crooked one.”

“That makes no sense.” Ava gave him a look of disgust, which he intercepted with good humor. He was just happy to have her in his truck. Frankly, she’d come with him more easily than he’d thought she would. Especially after he’d overheard Fallon ask her out.

That alone had caused Trace to shift his gears. He hadn’t really planned on dragging Ava off. The plan had been to talk rationally to her, help her put her horse in the barn. Hell, he hadn’t had a plan.

Until he’d heard Fallon make his boneheaded offer—and split-second, Trace had known that just couldn’t stand.

“It makes sense to me. You don’t want to hang out with them, Ava. Trust me.”

“I don’t know if I trust you at all. You seem shadier than they do.”

He shook his head. “Just some friendly advice. You don’t know the pitfalls of Hell. Friends help each other out.”

“Do they?”

He felt her glare and grinned. Such a sweet, sexy body, so much sass. “Last I checked, yes.”

“You need to sell your idea to Judy. Not me.”

“You let me handle Judy.”

“Fine.” She waved her hand dismissively.

“You don’t really like me much, do you?”

Ava looked at him, her dark-green eyes gazing at him curiously. “You’re arrogant and short-tempered. You didn’t want to give us a shot in the first place, and this is the second time you’ve put me in your truck to twist my arm. Did I miss what I’m supposed to like?”

“Now that you put it like that, I realize I haven’t given you much to be impressed with at all. Let me fix this snag.”

“Go right ahead.”

He turned his truck toward his barns to put her horse away. “If I train you, you’ll be a helluva rider.”

“I’m a helluva rider now.”

“Yeah, but when I get done with you, you’ll be a badass helluva rider.”

“Why? Why are you suddenly so motivated?”

He laughed, parked the truck. “Maybe I hate to see a nice girl getting taken advantage of by the Horsemen.”

“I’m not being taken advantage of.”

“I meant Judy.” He grinned, enjoying himself.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not that kind of guy.”

“Unselfish? Sure I am.” He went around to open her door.

She slid out of the truck. “Considerate. You’re not considerate enough to try to help us out. Your ego may be involved because you’re competitive. But not considerate or unselfish.”

He grabbed her hand, turned her to face him. She’d been sassing him with those pink lips for a few days now, and a man could only take so much.

He kissed her, long and slow and sweet, taking his time since she didn’t protest. She felt better than he remembered, even in his wildest fantasies, which he’d had plenty of concerning her. He was dying to move his hands to her waist, circle it, palm her sexy fanny. Told himself it was too fast, and too fast never got a man anywhere.

Her lips moved under his, returning his kiss, surprising him. Had she just moved a fraction closer? She seemed to melt against him, surrendering, and Trace’s world spun at all the magical wonder suddenly opening to him.

Somewhere a truck door slammed. Ava gasped, moved away from him. Stared at him, blinking, then silently went to unload her horse.

He followed, helping her unlock the trailer. She unloaded Mack, walking him to the barn.

“Go away,” she told Trace.

That was it? He’d given her a kiss to melt the hardest heart, and she was telling him to drop dead? “Hey,” he said, “don’t freak out.”

“Do I look freaked out?” She walked her horse inside the barn, checked that Mack had fresh, cool water and plenty of fresh hay. “This is the face of annoyed.”

That wasn’t a woman’s typical response to his kissing. “I’m sorry. I jumped the gun.”

“You jumped more than the gun, buster.” She put her horse into a stall, checked the hay, filled the water, brushed past him.

He followed her as she sashayed toward her own beat-up blue truck she’d driven from Virginia. “Ava.”

“What?” She moved a mountain of paper and horse stuff from the front seat to the back.

“Can you forget that happened?”

“Easily.” She got in her truck, switched the engine on, rolled down the window. “I already have.”

He jumped back as she peeled away, shredding his gravel drive. Trace grinned.

She might try to forget, but that kiss was going to last him a while.

It had to. He wasn’t touching the lady again—she was going to have to make the next move.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

AuthorPicUSA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Tina Leonard has sold over 2.6 million copies of her titles. She has made the USA Today Bestseller, Waldenbooks, Bookscan, and Ingrambook lists, and has written and contracted seventy-one books and special projects. Her work has been published by Harlequin, Samhain Publishing, Robinson Scarlet, and most recently Random House Loveswept contracted for a single title trilogy project, Hell’s Outlaws. Leonard was chosen to be among the first authors published for Robinson’s Scarlet line, writing four single title novels for that imprint. Not long after, she sold on proposal to Harlequin American, where she has since written several popular series, most notably the Cowboys By The Dozen, Morgan Men, and Callahan Cowboys series. Her newest single title project, HOTTER THAN TEXAS, was published in March 2013. Leonard is known for her fun sense of humor, endearing communities, snappy dialogue, and memorable characters.

Join Tina at http://www.tinaleonard.com

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Author Interview with Kerri Nelson and spotlight on Remote Consequences @kerribookwriter

Welcome Kerri Nelson!!

Readers take a seat and get to know Kerri  better.  She welcomes your comments and questions. Also, make sure to enter her giveaway.  You can find the link is at bottom of post.

If you were given a chance to travel back in time, what year or place would you go and why?

1920’s America. I think I might have been a cute flapper and the fellas were so dapper.

Fictional crush?

Mr. Darcy in both Pride and Prejudice (ahem, wet shirt) and in Bridget Jones’ Diary (ahem, reindeer sweater). Need I say more?

Where were you born and where is home for you now?

I was born in Montgomery, Alabama and I leave near there now. In fact, this series is set in the River Region of Alabama which includes Montgomery, Millbrook, and Prattville. A gorgeous place with the nicest folks you’ll ever meet. I’ve lived all over the world—so I know.

What’s in your refrigerator right now?

Lemonade, sweet tea, milk, and a variety of juices. Left over spaghetti, roast beef and potatoes, chicken tortilla soup, homemade chocolate pie and homemade Very Berry Shortcake (my daughter and I made this for Daddy for Father’s Day). Plus various condiments and jars of stuff pushed way to the back that we probably bought to use once in a recipe but will never see the light of day again.

How did you come up with the title?

Well, once I decided to make Mandy a reluctant cable girl—the word “remote” came to mind and then I plugged it with consequences (as this sounded dire for the mystery element) and the title was born. In fact, I had the title before the book was completed. I always name my babies before they are born.

If you could be any character in fiction, whom would you be? Why?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Cause she’s cute, smart, and knows how to kick but while remaining stylishly dressed.

If Hollywood made a movie about your life, whom would you like to see play the lead role as you? Why?

Oooh. Jennifer Garner. Cause she’s gorgeous, smart, funny, and one heck of a secret agent. Oh, and she has cute babies, too.

What astrological sign are you? Do you feel you are like the characteristics of your sign?

Virgo. Observant, helpful, reliable, skeptical, fussy. Yep. That’s me.

What are 4 things you never leave home without (apart from keys, money and phone)?

lipstick, mirror, stylish shoes, breath mints

If your book was made into a movie who would you want playing your characters?

Mandy = Amy Adams

Ty = Ryan Reynolds

Colin = Ian Somerhalder

Paget = Molly C. Quinn

If you were a food what type of food would you be?

I’d be salsa. Cause it is spicy and fat free.

How many novels, short stories have you published?

I’ve published twenty four novels and novellas in the last five years.

 Is there any additional info you would like to share with your readers about what’s next for you and your books?

I’m wrapping up Book 2 in the Working Stiff Mystery Series now. It comes out in October. Then, I’ll have a Christmas novella featuring this cast of characters coming out in a box set with other GH Publishing authors. Good stuff!

Where can readers stalk…um…I mean, find you?

My website is the most up-to-date information (www.KerriNelson.com). I’m trying to keep my blog going as well (www.kerribookwriter.blogspot.com). I try to Tweet on a regular basis (@kerribookwriter) but fall down on the job most of the time. But, yeah, the Contact page on my website is the best way and I’ll add you to my mailing list.

Remote Consequences_KerriNelson_Cover_MediumMed school drop-out Mandy Murrin has returned home to care for her mentally handicapped, teenage sister. But despite having multiple college degrees under her belt, Mandy finds jobs aren’t easy to come by in small town Alabama. Now instead of a stethoscope, she’s forced to sport a tool belt as a technician for the local cable company, Flicks Vision.

But things go from bad to worse when, while on assignment at the Mayor’s house, Mandy finds herself in the attic amongst cobwebs, Christmas decorations, and…a corpse? Suddenly Mandy’s life is turned upside down with one missing body, a high school nemesis turned police detective, a mysterious stranger, and a town full of long buried secrets. If Mandy’s not careful, this could be one dead end job where she may not make it out alive!

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Two hours, three sneezes, and a half a box of Tic Tacs later, I was crouched in the oppressive heat of the attic. After two phone calls back to the office to ask my boss questions, I’d finally deduced that there must be a faulty coaxial cable somewhere in the house’s wiring. Finding it was going to take time and patience. And I was low on both.

My stomach grumbled with hunger, and the dispatcher had radioed twice to ask when I might be able to take the next service call. But I was stuck here in the mayor’s dreadful attic until I could find the source of the problem.

I inched along the perimeter in the near dark. When it came to blood and anatomy, I could stomach almost anything. But when it came to bugs and creepy crawlies, I was as girly as they came.

Holding my Maglite XL at arm’s length to warn me of potential eight-legged predators, I scooted my knee forward another notch and winced as a splinter made its way through my pants leg and speared my tender flesh.


I eased back onto my bottom and surveyed the damage. A shard of laminated wood about three inches in length protruded from my pants leg. I yanked it free and tossed it behind me. I’d have to tend to my wound later. A brief daydream image of sitting on a sunny beach—margarita in one hand, and a hefty worker’s compensation check in the other—made me grin. Not a likely outcome for a splinter-induced injury, though.

Boxes of holiday decorations, an old baby crib, stacks of books, and a deep freezer cluttered the area. Standard stuff. Nothing special about His Honor’s attic.

Deep freezer?

Who had a deep freezer in their attic? My head snapped back to the opposite corner where a standard eight-cubic-foot, chest-style freezer sat in the shadows. I stood up, brushing off the back of my pants. Deep freezers were heavy suckers. I knew this because I’d once had the corner of one dropped on my toe in my aunt’s cellar basement.

As if in response to the memory, my toe ached deep inside my boot.

I’d never seen anyone lug a heavy deep-freeze up to an attic. It didn’t make much sense, but at the same time—wouldn’t it feel great to open that lid and feel the mist of ice-cold frost caress my face? Memories of homemade ice cream and preparing containers of summer vegetables for the fall trickled through my memory. Summers had been good once. A long time ago.

Back and knees stiff from the attic crawl, I limped toward the freezer. I doubted it was even running. Who would be stupid enough to run it up here? What if it defrosted and leaked down through the floorboards? Imagining worst-case scenarios was kind of like a superpower to me.

But as I reached out to touch the dusty lid, I heard the humming thrum of the motor inside.

Probably shouldn’t mess with it.

I looked around the attic as if someone were going to pop out and shake their finger at me for snooping. But when no one appeared, I lifted the lid.

The blessed frost hit my face, and I inhaled the frigid glory. But when the mist cleared—my breath caught in my throat. Lungs frozen in an ice block of silent shock.

There, among the Tupperware containers, curled into a fetal position was…one dead body.


Kerri_PromoPic_2014_1Kerri Nelson survived a fifteen year career in the legal field and then took her passion for crime solving to the page. But her journey to become a mystery author took a decade long detour into the world of romance where she penned twenty two novels and novellas in various sub-genres.

Born and raised a true southern belle, Kerri holds many useful secrets: how to bake a killer peach cobbler; how to charm suspects with proper batting of the eyelashes; and how to turn your parasol into a handy weapon.

Kerri is an active member of Sisters in Crime and Romance Writers of America which includes various volunteer positions such as Board Member at Large and Daphne Published Contest Category Coordinator of Kiss of Death RWA (Chapter for Romantic Suspense Authors).

Learn more about Kerri and her new Working Stiff Mystery Series, at her website: www.KerriNelson.com

Follow her on Twitter: www.twitter.com/kerribookwriter

For Contests and More, visit Kerri’s Author Blog here:




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the sinfully sexy, niftily naughty guidelines for the perfect fantasy summer vacation #MFRWave

so like many of us, you are going absolutely NO WHERE this summer. and why? cuz your broke ass can’t afford to so much as pay attention, that’s why. like the rest of us, you will be at home, on the grind, hustlin,’ tryin’ to get that paper, am i right? (i always amuse myself when i talk slang) *grins*

in the grand scheme of creating the bestest, most sweetest summer vacay fantasy EVER, (from home) i have started what will become THE definitive fool proof list of the things you need to satisfy your every desire, every wish, every craving, every need. oh yeah. i got ya covered. and it’s fantasy. so i get to have whatever i want.

ready? here goes:

1. every susan johnson book you can get your hands on. seriously.

2. throw some ms. maya banks in for some bdsm kink. trust me . it’s worth it. my favorite is sweet temptation. it’s just…..whooo. everything. you will get your life.

3. strawberries. never ending strawberries.

4. android men who look like the following: idris elba, the rock, brad pitt, william levy, ian somerhalder and rick yune. variety is the spice of life.

5. chocolate. lots of chocolate…..for eating…..and for eating.

*clears throat*

what else do we need here, folks???

keep the list going in the comments section with your 5 items to add, and while you ponder, read my free excerpt below from fallen angel!


NikkiPart1psjpegBlurb:  When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door…or at his club.

Nikolas was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire…

Nikolas Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist…

Working at Takers gentleman’s club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost?


This man was seriously bad news. One she knew she needed to stay away from.  She was fully aware of his reputation from Allison. Not only with the ladies, but of being a notorious Mafioso. She also knew he was very much married, an arranged marriage at that, but supposedly there was some story there and she was never discussed. Ever.

Nick swung his leg over a chair and sat down. “Okay, let’s see what you got. Get on the stage and I’ll clue Mikey when you’re ready. Oh and Manhattan…how do you feel about going topless?”

Jess hesitated for a moment before she climbed on the stage.

This was the end of the line for her. She was desperate now. If she didn’t make this work, it was back to Kansas for her. Back to her old life, back to her family…back to her father…back to his world.

Becoming the failure he always said she would be. Not this time.

He would never get the opportunity to touch her again.

She shivered. She was never going back to them. Or him. She was done with that portion of her life. Not even if said life, depended on it.

Which, in a way, it kind of did. For her piece own piece of mind, for her sanity, to escape the dark recesses of her mind and find some semblance of happiness, she needed this.  Just once, it would be nice to get a decent night’s sleep.

No nightmares. No terror filled panic attacks, wondering if tonight was the night her father emptied his gun in her head. No dreaded anticipation of what was to come.

Foul, alcohol-laced breath…sweaty hands…suffocating her…moving all over her body, touching her…violating her…going places no father should ever be…

“Kid?” Nick’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts and she looked up sharply and met his gaze. It was too soon to mask the naked fear and haunted, gnawing ache in her eyes. She knew he could see it all.

What surprised her was his curiously knowing silence. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling, and could relate. He was giving her an out.

One that she was not going to take. Jess shook herself.

“I guess I’m ok with it. But will you, I mean will they be able to touch my boobs?” If he caught the slip, he didn’t let on. “And why did you ask me where I was from, if you already knew?” She was annoyed at both him and herself for the slip and for the way he made her feel.

There was an awkward pause before Nick finally spoke. “I ask because I can. It’s my club. You got a problem, there’s the door.” Nick arched his brow at her.

She nodded and glanced away. Ass.

He continued. “Now then. No touching by others period.  However, there are no rules for me. You’ll never have to do anything you aren’t good with. I promise.”

Why the fuck did he promise that?  Jess wasn’t about to ask.

“Mikey, Hot Child in City. When you’re ready, kid.”  He leaned forwarded and put a cigar in his mouth.

As the music started playing, Jess wasn’t really sure what to do at first.  How the hell am I going to do this?  She closed her eyes and started swaying to the music.  When she opened them she looked directly at him and something took over her. She found herself dancing for him, seducing him with each hip grind and twirl around the pole.

She noticed the more she danced the harder he breathed. He was actually getting a rather large hard on and didn’t seem to care if she knew.  He was feeding her, and she got lost in his eyes and forgetting they were in a club. His club.

He was intrigued with her from the moment he saw her. Her blond hair was shining in the lights. He could see through the white tank top she wore as it stretched over her exquisite breasts. Her stomach was flat, even her belly button looked inviting to him.  Her long legs were gorgeous, and those tight black shorts she wore outlined every curve of her shapely ass.

He swallowed hard. How was it she could be so fucking hot yet be so angelic and innocent? What was she, all of nineteen? And what was it about this girl he felt he needed to protect? What was he hiding behind those eyes that hid a lifetime of pain, and were much wiser than her years? He didn’t know much about her but planned on finding out. That was for fucking sure.

He heard the music stop.

Just like that, the spell was broken.

“Not half bad. The club is open from seven till three.  The slot is two nights a week. I don’t pay my girls but you’ll be well taken care of.  Tips are yours, except for the ten percent I take off the top for allowing you to dance on my stage.”

“Your stage name is Manhattan.  Remember it.”

He got up from the chair and started walking toward the back.  He turned and looked at her standing on the stage.

“See you at six, Manhattan.

That is, if you’ll be back.”

Authors’ Bio:

Alisa Anderson
well…alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don’t judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you’re alright, buddy. you’re ok in my book. now c’mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that’s it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

but alas…apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well…yeah, i wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. 🙂

Cameron Skye

When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen’s terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.

She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.

Alisa’s Website: http://www.houseofalisa.com

Cameron’s Website: http://cameronskyebooks.wix.com/cameronskye

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AlisaAndersonBooks

Twitter: https://twitter.com/bitchesbewritin

Blog: https://alisaanderson.wordpress.com/

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Part Two coming June 2014 and Three coming soon…


Summer Lovin’ Blog Hop – Give and Receive #HopswithHeart @bitchesbewritin

BlogHopButton.2Welcome to the Summer Lovin’ Blog Hop!

To enter for the Grand Prize Giveaway, readers only need to Enter here.  (One entry per person)

Grand Prizes:

*Special THANKS goes to authors Sue Lyndon and Denisea Kampe for their contributions to the Grand Prizes!! =)

1 $75 Amazon Gift Card
1 $25 Starbucks Gift Card (Donate by Sue)
1 $25 Amazon (or B&N) Gift Card (Donated by Denisea)

Winners will be chosen on Tuesday, June 24 using Random.org.  Once the winners are chosen, they will be emailed.

Also, make sure to leave a comment including your email address.  I am giving away a copy of Give and Receive and Give and Take. Also, make sure to drop by the other stops for a chance to enter for their giveaways as well. =)  You can find the other stops here:

Now…for some hot lovin’

give1receivepsBlurb: Young, talented, ambitious. Wild.

Three friends, who struggled for fortune and fame, have finally found themselves thrust into mega-stardom.

What is right if there is no wrong…

For Ty, Lena and Danny, they’re about to find out as they cross the boundaries from all things safe to an arena testing love, friendship and loyalty. An arena that’s forbidden, taboo…and oh so tempting.

They’re riding hard and fast in a world where sex, money, love and rock & roll are all a game of give & receive, where any wish can be granted if you just ask…

Open, honest and raw, this is a rare glimpse of what happens behind the fortune and the fame, beyond the limelight, past the adulation and acclaim.

Welcome…to the real.

To read an excerpt from Give and Receive, click here

give2takepsExcerpt from Give and Take:

Tyler’s maniacal driving, got them to Sadist in record time. He pulled up to the entrance and got out, quickly jogging around to her side to open the door. He held out a hand and she clasped it, stepping out onto the pavement in stiletto heels she threatened in the car to hammer into his head for being late.

As usual, he ignored her audacity.

And the violent threats.

She stood, noticing he hadn’t yet released her hand.

“Such a gentleman, Ty.”

He glanced at her full, high breasts, straining against the clingy, tight red tank top she wore.

“I don’t have to be.”

Lena laughed aloud, discreetly patting his crotch.

“Down, boy. Save it for when Sara takes your ass back. Again.”

“If you mention her one more time-” Tyler warned, instantly getting hard and full under her hands.

“Fine. I’ll quit. As long as I don’t hear shit about Blake.” Lena glared at him.

“Agreed.” Tyler reluctantly lifted his gaze from her chest, finally looking at her face.

“Why are you bitching about him anyway? You know you want him. So why act like you don’t?”

“Because it’s not necessary for us to rehash it,” She said, thru gritted teeth. “Now is there anything else you need to know, Matlock? And by the way, don’t think for a minute I’ve forgotten that you never actually explained anything about Danny or his divorce. Just an fyi.”

Tyler raised his eyebrow and didn’t say another word. He handed his keys to the valet and guided Lena to the back entrance.

Unfortunately, a few fans saw them, and as expected, started screaming. “Tyler, Tyler, Tyler, Tyler,” became their mantra, chanting and moving closer and closer to where they stood.

“Why am I friends with you again?” Lena sighed in annoyance.

Tyler gave her a disgusted look.

“Maybe if I gave you a reason to shut up, you’ll actually do it.”

She snorted. “Maybe you could try.”

He moved so he was directly facing her.

“Maybe I would succeed.”

She involuntarily took a step back and he filled in the space.

She suddenly felt incredibly small.

“Get out of my face, Ty.”


“I don’t need a reason why. Just…move.”

“Am I making you nervous?” He looked down at her, zeroing in on her lower lip caught between her teeth. It was fleshy and pink, with strawberry scented lip gloss. He resisted the urge to take a bite.

She was driving him nuts.

He licked his own full lips, as Lena watched in fascination. Then she reminded herself who she was with, her brow furrowing in annoyance.

He was driving her nuts.

Ty grinned at her. Damn him.

“No…but…your breath stinks. Yes. Your breath…has offended me.” She took another step back, using any excuse to move away from the natural heat of his body, which, she was horrified to discover, was causing her own body to do strange things.

Cheeks flushed? Check.

Nipples tightened? Without a doubt.

Wetness between legs? Absolutely.

Sheer panic at the revelation of Ty leaning in? Commenced.

Every warning bell in her body sounded off.

He was much too close.

In front of all of these people, he was actually going to kiss her.

Which was ironic. Because in the grand scheme of things, the minute Ty moved into her vicinity, everything and everyone around them faded, until all they saw…was each other.

They stood at the back entrance of the club, unaware of anyone else, when a baritone voice penetrated her senses.

“Am I interrupting?”

Slowly, Lena turned around to stare at what were always the strangest, most haunted, silvery grey eyes she had ever seen.

Her heart, perfectly balanced and safe within her chest, fell to the pit of her stomach with a resounding thud.

Of course, he was there.

That was how it went.

“Danny.” she sighed. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Three months, nine days, five hours…twenty-two minutes.

All came rushing back. Like it was yesterday.

The two of them drank, consuming each other in.

Tyler observed them both, shooting daggers at Danny.

“Hello to you too. Absolutely fantastic interception, by the way.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Danny sounding amused, not sorry in the least.

“Yeah, whatever.” Ty snorted. “So do I need to make introductions, or do you two know each other?” Ty laughed at his joke.

“I guess embracing your own stupidity makes you at peace with it?” Danny’s slow, sexy, yummy, drawl was toffee rich, stroking her neck and back like a warm caress.

“Oh, don’t worry. I manage to get by.” Ty observed the chemistry between Danny and Lena.

Drawn together. Like magnets.

Danny’s eyes never left hers. “What’s up, L?”

Lena’s kitty cat almost clawed her way out her pants right then and there.

Only Danny ever called her by that nickname.

She willed her lower half to stay in her pants and plastered a smile on her face.

“How are you, Danny?” She reached up, even in heels to give him a kiss on the cheek. He bent down and at the last minute, turned. She gasped in surprised shock, feeling his tongue, his deliciously warm tongue, trace an outline of her lips.

“I’m doing good,” he whispered softly. “I’d be better doing you.”

He straightened and moved back, his mouth grinning slightly. Wickedly.

Lena blinked, momentarily struck dumb.

Gone was the bitter, angry, hostile man she saw three months ago.

He seemed…different. Lighter. Free.

Ready to stalk his prey.

Her pulse beat erratically in her throat.

“Three months, huh,” She murmured…remembering.

“Nine days,” Danny supplied, unable to look away from her.

“Five hours…” He sighed, an exhale cloaked in yearning, re-living that night.

The same way he had every night since.

Tyler rolled his eyes, looking at his watch.

“Twenty-two minutes. I remember too. But who’s counting, right?”

Lena and Danny both turned to look at him.

The asshattery of this man was truly staggering.

“Yeah. I was there too, bitches. Don’t forget that shit.”

Authors’ Bio:

well…alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don’t judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you’re alright, buddy. you’re ok in my book. now c’mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

​she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that’s it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

​but alas…apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well…yeah, i wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. 🙂

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