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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.

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VBT: Loved Up by Scarlett Scott @scarscoromance @ellorascave @GoddessFish


Book one in the Coastal Heat series.

When she accidentally runs into the back of a gorgeous stranger’s truck at a stoplight, the last thing on Kassie’s mind is indulging in her deepest, hottest fantasies with him. Until he shows up on her doorstep as the contractor she’d hoped to hire to remodel her home and things get interesting…fast.

With a sexy drawl, skilled hands and a body that makes her panties all but melt, Jax is exactly the kind of man she shouldn’t get involved with after breaking off her engagement and starting over in another state. But she’s helpless to resist the powerful desire he makes her feel, and before long she’s letting him have his wicked way with her all over town.

Jax knows falling for a woman like Kassie’s a bad idea. He’s experienced enough heartbreak to see the signs. He can tell she’s ready to run, but when she’s in his arms, he’ll do everything he can to make her stay.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave



She got out of her car and realized she was still wearing her pajama bottoms and an old concert t-shirt. Nothing said I’m an adult like puppy-patterned fleece and Matchbox Twenty. Dear God. She ran a hand through her sleep-mussed brown hair and hoped she didn’t look like a complete mess, futile as that was.

Model Man stopped less than a foot away. He was almost scowling at her as his gaze went from his cracked bumper, to her, then back to his bumper again.

“I’m really sorry for hitting your car,” she said, feeling like the awkward girl in school facing the class jock.

“Truck,” he growled.

Huh? He really was taking this alpha man thing to new levels. Not exactly a conversationalist. She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t drive a car,” he elaborated, his gaze intense and discomfiting on hers. “I drive a truck.”

Really? He was quibbling over her word choice at a time like this? She inwardly downgraded his sex appeal by a few points. But fine, she could play his game. After all, she was the one in the wrong, the one who was severely lacking in the multitasking department.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I didn’t mean to hit your truck. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He ran a hand through his hair again. “That makes two of us.”

She swallowed a retort. “It was an accident. My fault. Look, let’s just exchange insurance info and move on with our days.”

He nodded. “Good plan. I’ve got to be somewhere.”

Oh good. They had reached a common ground. She tried not to frown at him, because he was as beautiful as he was grumpy. Did he really think she’d ruined her only vehicle on purpose? Or his for that matter? “Me too.”

“I’ll grab mine and we’ll swap. No need to call the cops. I’m already late.” He turned on his boot heel and gave her another excellent view of his tight bum.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Award-winning author Scarlett Scott writes contemporary and historical romance with heat, heart and happily ever afters. After growing up on romance novels, she now crafts love stories of her own with a good dose of sizzle and an equal amount of humor. She lives in the Pennsylvania countryside with her Canadian husband and is a proud mom to their adorable but occasionally evil dog with a penchant for eating everything he shouldn’t.

For Scarlett’s latest releases, exclusive excerpts, contests and more, visit her website, http://www.scarsco.com.

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VBT: Bonds of Courage by Lynda Aicher @lyndaaicher @GoddessFish

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Pro hockey player Holden Hauke has kept his sexual needs buried for years. After a near miss over a picture of him bound to a spanking bench resulted in a mid-season trade, he’s kept his image clean. But with the season over, he’s ready to surrender control. And he’s found just the woman to help him—if only he can convince her to give him a chance.

Bending men to her will is nothing new for Vanessa Delcour, aka Mistress V—she’s a full-time rep for pro athletes, a part-time owner of exclusive sex club The Den, and an experienced Domme. But when Holden Hauke comes looking for a discreet partner, Vanessa’s concerned about his motives. Touching his training-toned body during a scene wouldn’t exactly be a hardship, but taking him on crosses barriers between work and play that she’s had in place for years.

From their first intense encounter in Mistress V’s playroom, Hauke knows he can’t let this chance slip away; he’s found the woman he’s always needed. Submissive or not, he’s willing to push her every limit to prove how good they can be together.

New to The Den? Go back to the beginning with Bonds of Trust.

Now enjoy an excerpt:

This is a mistake. That thought had repeated in an insistent loop since he’d awakened that morning. Yet here he was anyway.

Holden Hauke resisted the urge to stride over to the large warehouse-style windows on the other side of the desk. What he should do was walk right out the door and not look back. Yet he remained in the cushy chair in front of the large wooden desk, waiting for his final entrance interview into The Den.

He squeezed his eyes tight, letting the anxiety nibble at his composure for a second before he relaxed his muscles and exhaled it away. A Dom was always in control. He had to show that if he wanted to pass the interview.

A tiny swarm of invisible ants crawled over his skin, every nerve ending on hypersensitive alert. He clenched his hands and bit down on the raw spot inside his cheek. The need to scream almost had him vaulting from the chair. And that exact need was why he remained sitting.

Why he’d submitted his application to The Den in the first place and was willing to take this stupid risk.

The door clicked open without warning, and a sudden burst of dance music from the main club area shot through the quiet room. He launched to his feet, swiping his palms down the smooth material of his slacks to clear away the dampness. Shoulders drawn back, chin lifted, he turned to greet Seth Mathews, club owner and the man who held the key to Holden’s admittance.

Only it wasn’t Seth who stood in the doorway. Not even close.


Lynda Aicher has always loved to read. It’s a simple fact that has been true since she discovered the words of Judy Blume at the age of ten. After years of weekly travel as a consultant implementing computer software into global companies, she ended her nomadic lifestyle to raise her two children. Now, her imagination is her only limitation on where she can go and her writing lets her escape from the daily duties of being a mom, wife, chauffer, scheduler, cook, teacher, volunteer, cleaner and mediator. If writing wasn’t a priority, it wouldn’t get done.

To learn more about Lynda, you can find her at:

Website: http://lyndaaicher.com

Facebook: http://facebook.com/lyndaaicherauthor

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VBT Demon of Envy (Gods of Love) @JenniLynnAuthor @GoddessFish


Phthonos, god of envy and jealousy, has been given a second chance at life and love in the mortal realm. He is desperate to make up for the mistakes of his past. But is Thon more demon than god? And if the demon Envy wins out, how will this lonely god ever find room in his heart for love?

Olivia is an ordinary woman living an ordered life, but at thirty-two true romance appears to have eluded her. Everywhere she looks people are in relationships or falling in love, but her career as an administrator and her charity work are enough to keep the demon of envy at bay.

Or so she thinks…until the moment he turns up on her doorstep with a demand that rips her life and her heart wide open and leaves her at risk of eternal torment.

DEMON OF ENVY is the fifth novella in the GODS OF LOVE series, but each story is designed as a stand-alone with the Greek gods of desire as a common theme. The series can be read in any order.



The need to engulf her with everything raging inside flooded over him with such force he went super-still. Get it under control. The darkness was too all-consuming, and she couldn’t withstand him if he lost it. She was so delicate and easy to break, despite that elusive core of inner strength, and he had to remember at all times to hold himself back.

She was human. She was fragile. And she was about to become his if he could only control his demon long enough to keep her safe.

He shucked off his T-shirt and threw it to one side, before moving forward to take over from her fumbling fingers. “With pleasure.” Remember. Do it slowly. He managed to release two more of the tiny buttons before a waft of her perfume teased his nostrils. It was a musky scent that reminded him of hot nights and seductive need, so long-forgotten that its sudden effect on his senses blasted his self-control to pieces. With a groan that rattled his throat on the way out he grabbed the two sides of her blouse and yanked them apart, the remaining three buttons flying off in all directions with a ripping pop, pop, pop.

“Oh!” Her gorgeous mouth formed into a round of surprise. He clutched at her wrists before she could cover her breasts, then released them slowly when he felt her peak of embarrassment begin to subside.

“No! Don’t ever cover yourself when you are with me. I must look at you.” She was solidly proportioned, with more flesh than was the current fashion, judging by what he’d seen in his brief time back here. But he liked it better when there was something substantial to hold onto.

His fingers trembled as he traced around first one large globe then the other. Her skin was so white he could see the blue network of veins peeking through from beneath. Her life force, so close to the surface. So tantalizing.

Copyright 2014 Jennifer Lynne


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jennifer Lynne lives in Melbourne, Australia, and writes short contemporary erotic romance, mostly with paranormal/fantasy elements. When she’s not writing what her family and friends call “porn for chicks” and what she prefers to call “super-hot romance for intelligent readers”, she is working in the admin day job, running around after two teenage daughters and trying to find time for her lovely new husband.

Jennifer is published with Red Sage and Breathless Press. Over the past two years she has also embarked on an indie journey with the publication of her GODS OF LOVE romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of sexual healing.

Find her on the web at:

Website & blog: http://www.jenniferlynne.com.au

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Lynne-Romance-Author/297504180262670

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/JenniLynnAuthor

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jennifer-Lynne/e/B004VUPGDG


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author interview with kristina mathews and better than perfect spotlight

MEDIA KIT KristinaMathewsPhotoKristina Mathews doesn’t remember a time when she didn’t have a book in her hand. Or in her head. But it wasn’t until 2010 that she confessed the reason the laundry never made it out of the dryer was because she was busy writing romance novels.

While she resigned from teaching with the arrival of her second son, she’s remained an educator in some form. As a volunteer, Parent Club member or para educator, she finds the most satisfaction working with emergent and developing readers, helping foster confidence and a lifelong love of books.

Kristina lives in Northern California with her husband of twenty years, two sons and a black lab. A veteran road tripper, amateur renovator and sports fanatic. She hopes to one day travel all 3,073 miles of Highway 50 from Sacramento, CA to Ocean City, MD, replace her carpet with hardwood floors and serve as a “Ball Dudette” for the San Francisco Giants.

Kristina will be awarding a $10 Amazon GC plus a digital copy of the book to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, so make sure to check out other stops and leave a comment.  
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What inspired you to write your first book?

The first book I ever finished was inspired by a dream I had shortly after seeing Daniel Craig in Casino Royale. But that book will never see the light of day. My first published book was inspired by a combination of things. My love of baseball, my dislike of sex scandals involving athletes, and the nickname my husband’s cousin gave him when he was a kid. On a long road trip cousin Mike told my husband he wasn’t really a Mathews, his real name was Johnny Scottsdale. It made him cry, and Mike has called him that ever since. So I thought I’d get revenge by using the name in my book.

How did you come up with the title?

It took a couple of tries to come up with the title. I think I started with Not Just A Game, which is now the title of my blog. Then I tried The Ballplayer’s Perfect Mistake, but it didn’t really work for me. I finally settled on Better Than Perfect, because my hero had pitched a perfect game in his career, he had a sparkling reputation, but it wasn’t until he reunited with the love of his life did he find something better.

If you were a Star Trek or Star Wars character, which one would it be?

I would be Princess Leia. She was one of the first really strong heroines I can remember. She was a princess and a fighter. She was smart and kind and rocked the big buns. I dressed up as her for Halloween when I was in second grade, and when my kids were in second grade, and pretty much anytime I need a last minute costume.

Where do you get your ideas for your books?

They usually wake me up in the middle of the night. Or they assault me in the shower. My second book in the series, Worth The Trade, was inspired by Hunter Pence’s trade to the San Francisco Giants.

What was the last movie you went to see?

I honestly don’t remember. We always go to a movie the day after Christmas, and we saw The Secret Life Of Walter Mitty. I know I went to see something else since then, though. Maybe it was the second part of The Hobbit. My husband will often take the kids to a movie while I work on my writing.

Top 3 favorite movies

Field of Dreams, Bull Durham, Star Wars(original trilogy)

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

The hardest part is making the time to write. My family is very supportive but they still need food, clean clothes, and a ride to school, sports, and activities. Throw in a day job that keeps me moving from 8:15 in the morning until 3:30 in the afternoon, and I have to squeeze my word count in when I can. I’m sure I wrote at least half of Better Than Perfectin my car waiting for baseball practice to end.

What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I love baseball. I spent the least eleven years going to my sons’ Little League games. Sadly, they don’t play anymore. My oldest plays other sports, though—football, skiing, and golf. And he was recruited to join the track team, too. My youngest son is more into building things, playing music and drawing. As a family we like to go on long road trips. We’ve explored many of the National Parks of the U.S. Southwest. We spend a lot of time at our family cabin near Mt. Shasta in Northern California. Someday my husband and I plan on driving all 3,073 miles of U.S. Highway 50 from Sacramento, Ca to Ocean City, MD.

Favorite type of music?

 I love country and classic rock, like The Eagles, Tom Petty, Journey, and The Dave Matthews Band. I love music that tells a story. I want to feel something.

How many novels, short stories have you published?

Better Than Perfect is my first published novel. The second book in the More Than A Game series, Worth The Trade, comes out in July.

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

I’m working on the third book in the series, tentatively titled Making A Comeback. It features a relief pitcher mentioned in book one and a secondary character from book two. Nathan Cooper was suspended for steroid use and after season-ending surgery finds himself without a team. Annabelle Jones moved to Southern California after her divorce to resurrect her modeling career. When she’s injured in a car accident she must rely on her hunky neighbor, but she doesn’t remember who he is.

The fourth book will pair bad-boy shortstop Bryce Baxter and reporter Rachel Parker who finally get their happily-ever-after.

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

NBtM Better than Perfect Book Cover Banner copy (1)Better Than Perfect is the first in what I hope will be a long-running series. I originally signed on with Lyrical Press, a small ePublisher, but in January of this year, Lyrical was acquired by Kensington Books. At first I worried about getting lost in the shuffle, but I think this is going to be a very good thing for me and my books.

Would you share a blurb and excerpt with us from Better Than Perfect?


The woman he left behind and the son he never knew are tougher opponents than any he’s met on the field.

Pitcher Johnny “The Monk” Scottsdale has won awards, been named an All-star and has a perfect game to his credit. Known for his legendary control both on and off the field, his pristine public image makes him the ideal person to work with youth players in a preseason minicamp. Except the camp is run by the one woman he can’t forget…the woman who made him a “monk.”

Alice Harrison’s three strikes include an unexpected pregnancy, a marriage of convenience and young widowhood. She once traded her dreams so Johnny could have a chance at making it to the Majors. Johnny comes back into her life just as she’s ready to resign as foundation director and pursue her own dreams of finally earning her teaching credential. Her plans may go on hold, though, depending on the reaction when she confesses she may have kept a major league secret from Johnny and her son.

With the minutes ticking by until Johnny will leave for spring training, they’ll need to let go of the past and work together in order to win the game of love.

CONTENT WARNING: Some strong language, consummated love scenes

“Alice.” Just saying her name sent a line drive straight to his heart. Even fourteen years later.

“Congratulations on your new contract. I know you’re going to have a great year.” She sounded like any other fan, wishing him well. She just marched right up to his table to ask for an autograph. A freaking autograph? Like he meant nothing to her.

A slight breeze blew her hair around her face. She tried to smile as she tucked a loose strand behind her ear. Blond, straight, silky—and if he remembered correctly—oh-so-soft. She wore modestly cut jeans and a soft blue sweater that on anyone else would have looked plain and proper. He didn’t need to glance at her left hand to know she was off limits. Yet, she still moved him like no other woman ever could. Made him long for what he’d had. What he’d lost. What he’d tried for years to forget.

Johnny nodded, giving his most sincere smile, even though seeing Alice, and her kid, hit him like a 97-mile-an-hour fastball.

They started to walk away.

“Give my best to Mel.” As if he hadn’t already done that.

Alice turned around.

“Mel died. Eight years ago.”

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