Thursday, February 27, 2014



When time comes for Ice to take her place in the club, she has two choices, become an old lady or a club whore. Not believing in love and knowing a man can never be faithful, she decides to earn her spot on her back. 

With each passing year, Kidd's feelings for Ice grows and the urge to make her his becomes stronger. Frustrated and jealous, he finally decides it’s time to make her his. 

Will Ice finally thaw out and give love a chance, or is Kidd fighting a losing battle?

About the Authors:

Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. Raised in Missouri, her family returned to Kentucky when she was a teen. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State home. She claims she bleeds blue--Wildcat Blue!
Emily has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two lovable but irritating teenagers, Jess and Bailey. She is also the proud mom of a feisty terrier mix, Rae Rae. 
Emily loves to read and has more books on her kindle than most people could read in a life time, but she intends to read every single one. Nope, no hoarding problem here! Her favorite author is Kristen Ashley, and she swears Kristen’s book Sweet Dreams changed her life. 
Emily has co-authored two books with Dawn Martens, Whiskey Lullaby and Renegade Lady. She has also written one solo book, Windows. Many more are floating around in her head, and she hopes to get them all on paper before long. She loves sharing her dreams with her readers. 
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Dawn Martens is a young, spunky Canadian Author, who is widely known for her best-selling “Resisting Love” series that she co-authored with Author Chantel Fernando. Being a wife to Colin, and a mother to two (soon to be THREE!) beautiful little girls (Sarah (6), Grace (3), Ava on the way!) hasn’t stopped this Canadian Firecracker from pursuing her dreams of becoming a writer! She has also co-authored “Whiskey Lullaby” (book one in the Love Songs series) with her friend and fellow writer, Author Emily Minton; on top of serving as a mentor and support system for many Authors in the Indie community over the past few years. 2014 is shaping up to be a phenomenal year for Dawn, as the highly anticipated book two in the Love Songs series titled “Broken”. She will also be releasing a brand new gritty MC series, “Renegade Sons MC,” with Emily Minton, that will for sure take their avid readers on yet another mind blowing journey. Dawn’s number one passion in life is the written word, and she’s extremely thankful that she has to ability to share the ramblings from the characters inside of her head with the rest of the world! She also may or may not have the hugest girl crush on Author Kristen Ashley, who is her personal idol and helped inspire Dawn in the beginning of her Indie career. Find out more about Dawn on FACEBOOK.

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Tuesday, February 25, 2014


Married to the Job Blog Tour
By Cynthia Racette
February 10 – 28
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Dr. Miranda Perry is a workaholic scientist whose job is everything to her. When sexy, smart, and suave Dr. Russell Rogers visits to give a seminar, though, he blows her world apart.

It’s love at first sight for Russ, and he uses every trick in his arsenal to convince Miranda to go out with him. In the short time they have together, sparks fly and the sexual tension burns up the sheets.

After Russ returns to his job in Boston, the two engage in hectic, emotional- and sex-filled rendezvous, but their liaisons don’t cut it for either of them and a choice must be made. With each committed to prestigious positions on opposite sides of the country, will they let the fire burn out because each is married to the job? 

“I know we just met, but I want to kiss you,” he murmured, his nose in her hair. “There’s a dark corner over there. Come on.”

She shivered at his words, eager to feel his lips on hers. It seemed as if she’d waited forever for that touch even though it had only been a few hours since they met.

He led her across the floor to a dim space around the end of the bar. Pressing her into the corner, he brought his mouth down to hers, gently at first and then with more firmness. His arms closed around her waist and pulled her to him. Her body responded to the pressure of his, contouring itself around his shape. He nibbled on her neck for a few moments and then he brought his lips back to hers, insistently persuading hers to open widely in passion. Soon, they were both plunging their tongues into each other’s mouths, angling their heads for better access, frantic to get as close to each other as they could.

Heavy breathing filled the small space, and it emanated from both sides. This is so not good. She wanted to eat him alive, but they were in a public restaurant, and, if they didn’t restrain themselves soon, people would start to notice. If they hadn’t already. She stepped back, breaking his hold, and hating to lose his warmth, but they she knew they had to stop.

Slowly, as she dragged her lips from his, then leaned her forehead against his chest, she tried to calm her breathing and her heart. His lips touched her hair and then he set his cheek on top of her head. Finally, their breathing almost back to normal, they broke apart and drifted back to their chairs. She glanced around. No one appeared to be looking at them. She didn’t really care what other people thought, but still, she didn’t want to create a spectacle.

“I suppose I should apologize for that,” he said quietly as he pulled his chair in. “Except I’m not sorry about what happened at all.

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Cynthia is a New York native, currently living in Western New York. She and her hubby moved from the capital area in Albany to be near their grandchildren, one, five, and six. They are adorable, much more adorable than other grandchildren. She is retired, except for her writing, but she still writes prolifically. She is one of those weird people who has always been a writer, long before she thought of it as a job. When not writing, she is reading, traveling (especially south in winter), and swimming in her pool with her grandbabies.

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Friday, February 21, 2014


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Title: Lie Next To Me (A Millionaire's Love) 
Author: Sandi Lynn 
Release Date: February 17, 2014 
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance


The pain was unbearable, but I had to keep moving. I had to keep running because, if I didn’t, he’d find me. I looked behind me as I ran through the streets; scared, alone, and in the dark as the mist of rain hit my face. There was no time to think, and there was no time to stop. My shoes were soaked as they sloshed through the puddles of the dimly lit streets.
My name is Rory Sinclair, and the night I was violently attacked was the night that changed my life forever. One man, a man named Ian Braxton, made it his mission to heal me, to save me, and to show me a world that previously had been only a dream to me.
Ian Braxton is far from perfect. He’s a self-absorbed, demeaning, arrogant, and womanizing millionaire. He makes it so easy to hate him, but so very hard to resist him. We’re from opposite sides of the spectrum. He comes from money and I come from poverty. When our worlds collide, his struggles become mine, and mine become his, leaving us with one question:
How much would you give up to be with someone who was meant to be yours?




As soon as I stepped through the door and into the kitchen, Ian grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, holding my arms above my head. “Don’t turn your back on me, Rory. I’m sorry. I don’t think you’re trash. I think you’re broken and I can fix you,” he whispered in my ear.
His hot breath traveled down my neck and my body went into a near convulsion. I wanted him, but I knew if anything were to happen, it would destroy me. I would become too emotionally attached and when he got tired of me and moved on, I wouldn’t recover. He brought his face to mine as he stared into my eyes.
“I’m not broken. I’m shattered. I’m a million tiny pieces that would take longer than forever to piece back together. So please, do me the favor and don’t even try,” I whispered.
His grip on my arms lightened as he let go and took a step back, giving me one last look before he turned around and walked away. I stood and placed my hand on my neck where his hot breath had touched me. I took in a deep breath and walked upstairs. Tomorrow was the day I start my life over, alone.

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Wednesday, February 19, 2014


A Burning Truth
By Joyce Proell

There’s no shortage of deadly deeds in 1881 Chicago as school administrator Cady Delafield and entrepreneur Doyle Flanagan plan their wedding. When one of Doyle’s workers is brutally killed he must use his considerable power to stop a mysterious enemy bent on destroying his reputation and business empire. But as Cady and Doyle struggle to keep their marriage on track, the murder victims might not be the only casualties.

Doyle sat in the carriage, his brain frozen and his limbs unable to move. He watched Cady run up the steps and disappear into Ophelia’s impenetrable stone manor. When the front door boomed shut with the noise of a cannon blast, he jumped. He lurched forward and exploded out of the vehicle. She wasn’t getting rid of him so easily. In fact, she wasn’t getting rid of him at all. He had a voice in the matter. He intended to be heard.
Just as soon as he thought it, his steps faltered and he ground to a stop.
Now was not the time to try to reason with her, not when she was in a cold fury. He pumped a fist against a thigh and stared at the mansion’s rock façade, aware her current state of mind was as solid and unshakable. Even if he managed to get beyond the front door, she wouldn’t listen. Not now.

His head fell back. A piercing ache tore through him, as if his heart and soul had been shredded and tossed aside. Gunmetal storm clouds reeled over the sky, bleak and threatening. The bite in the air made his cheeks sting. Inside he was hollowed and gutted. His fingers curled and uncurled. Muscles coiled, he pivoted with a fierce twist, snapped an order to Phelps then threw himself back into the carriage. His next move must be deployed with utmost care. The carriage jolted forward and thrust him back against the seat cushion. She needed time to cool. Then he’d be back, and she’d listen to what he had to say.


Author bio:
Joyce grew up in Minnesota and attended college and grad school in Chicago. After working in mental health, she retired at a young age to write full-time. Her first book, Eliza, was published in 2012.  A Burning Truth is the second in the Cady Delafield series. When she isn’t writing mysteries or historical romances, she loves to travel, walk, read, and do crossword puzzles. She and her husband make their home in rural Minnesota in her very own little house on the prairie.

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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

CLAY'S QUEST review tour

Review Tour Schedule for Clay’s Quest

By Christi Williams

February 17 – March 3

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February 17

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February 19
Arlique's Book Blog

February 20
Liberty Ann's SnifferWalk Books
"Christie seems to have a knack for writing about current topics while managing to avoid bringing you down, something not every author can do."

February 22
Crazy Four Books
"Clay's Quest was fast and hot."

February 23
Literary Nook
 "A quick read that you will enjoy." 

February 24
Deal Sharing Aunt
"I loved the ending, and I hope that this author writes more books!"

February 25
Queen of the Night Reviews
"When Emma moves out temporarily and claims she wants a divorce, Clay refuses to give up on their marriage and comes up with a plan to win her back.  A plan that simply put – cracked me up!"

February 26
Brooke Blogs
"Clay is a sexy character and he definitely had my heart thrumming." 
"As soon as I read the words turkey baster I lost it." 

February 27

February 28

March 1
Sizzling Pages Romance Reviews

4 Adorably Sweet Sexy Stars

March 2
We Love Kink
"This is a really cute and funny read. The two characters have some sexy lovin’ and a great relationship."
4 of 5 LOVE TAPS
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March 3
Crystal’s Many Reviewers

" If you are looking for a quick, funny, smutty read then you should really check this book out!"

Snarky Mom Reads
"Not only has Christi Williams taken a touchy subject and made it heartfelt and humorous, but she’s made it H.O.T.!!"

Lusty Penguin Reviews
"Clay does everything for Emma, and his devotion to her is beautiful thing, which cemented my love for him."

Saturday, February 15, 2014


Some Like It Hotter is pleased today to welcome LaShanta Charles with Lovely Lies 2.


After Makynzee's kidnapping, Kalil is left struggling to maintain his composure. He was supposed to protect her and he failed miserably. He's left tormented by thoughts of what Nyeem may be doing to Makynzee or if she's even alive. One thing is for sure, He needs to regain his focus because now he's faced with the unlikely task of getting her back. Nyeem, the psycho stalker turned kidnapper, has finally succeeded in conquering his ultimate goal - making Makynzee his. So what if she was in a perfectly good relationship with Kalil? And does it really matter that he had to kidnap her to get her? It seems as though he's taken full control of everyone's lives and has no intentions of letting that control go. Because of him lives may be lost, Makynzee's fate is unknown, and the chaos he's brought with him has taken up permanent real estate.


I saw the flashing lights before we reached the studio. Police tape, ambulances, cops, and reporters were everywhere.the makings of a crime scene. Hindsight tells me that the "wind knocked out of me" feeling was me knowing that my baby was gone. KJ's cries had escalated to screams and him telling me to go get Makynzee, a full-blown tantrum. My mom had asked me what was going on as though I hadn't been with her the whole time. In less than ten seconds my eyes had scanned the parking lot at least a dozen times. I needed to see her. I willed myself to just catch a brief glimpse of her. Her hand, her jacket, her backpack.anything, just her. If I could see her, I could stop the tremors building inside me. Instead I saw Donte holding Jaida's hand as they loaded her into an ambulance. Jaida. Makynzee's best friend, they're like sisters. Another sign that my baby was gone. If she were there she would have been holding Jaida's hand too. I can't remember if I put the truck in park before I'd jumped out and made my way to Donte shouting his name. He'd looked away and shook his head when he saw me. I'd pushed Kaeden and an EMT away to keep them from closing the ambulance doors.

"Where is she?" I'd asked. I needed him to tell me what I already knew. My mind wouldn't process it, wouldn't accept it. His reply was pathetic enough to make me hit him.

"I tried to stop him, but I would have shot her if I did."

"What the hell does that mean? Where's Makynzee?" I'd asked as I dragged him from the ambulance. Three cops with their guns trained on me, Kaeden trying to pull me away and Karmen and the EMT yelling for me to let him go did nothing but irritate me more. He had one job, one responsibility. The one thing I'll never forgive him for failing. KJ's cries were his saving grace. I let Kaeden pull me away. I tried to block Donte's voice out as he finally said what I thought I needed to hear.

"He took her, Kalil. I tried to stop him, he shot Jaida and took her."

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Author Bio:
LaShanta Charles was born and raised in the small town of Orangeburg, SC. She has always been an avid reader of all genres, but Urban / African American Fiction has always been her true love and is what inspired her to pursue a writing career. In high school, she began letting her classmates read the short stories that she would write and based off of their feedback, her passion for writing pushed her to become a published author. She published her debut novel, Lovely Lies, in 2013 and will release the sequel, Lovely Lies 2, in February 2014. Currently she is working in her third novel, Splitting Karma, along with other projects. In recognition of her work, LaShanta was named National Black Book Festival's 2013 Best New Author and was nominated for 2013 Breakout Author of the Year through the African American Literary Awards Show. Lovely Lies was also awarded Most Underrated Book of 2013 for the Literary Scream Awards.

Currently she lives in Killeen, TX, with her husband and two children. She is pursuing a degree in English at Drury University and also serving in the US Army. Her hobbies include spending time with family, traveling, eating, and of course, writing. Her motto is “strive to excel, not to equal.”

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Wednesday, February 12, 2014


by Lisa Beth DarlinG

Mary Sue, she'd been a mistake and he knew it.  Eddie had one major rule in his life and he did his best to follow it to the letter day-in and day-out; Don't Shit Where You Eat.  She was the last of what was certainly one of the last generations of Tarrytown, she was a delightful girl, an honor student, a cheerleader, an after-school volunteer who sang in the church choir all while holding down a job at Martha's Diner.  In other words, everyone loved her.  But Eddie just couldn't resist her, she was so much like a young Fair Lady Helen with her red hair, freckles, and her little cheerleader uniform.  Eddie loved that picture of the Fair Lady on her mantle and often considered stealing it but knew she wouldn't consider that a trivial loss, not something she could easily tell herself she'd misplaced.  Still, Eddie spent a lot of nights in the old mansion thinking about that photo as he jacked off with the Fair Lady's silky red panties wrapped around his swollen cock.
When Fate dropped Mary Sue in his lap he took it as a sign and then he took her.  She was freezin' her cute little buns off walking home from cheerleading practice when he just did what he always did; pulled alongside and asked if she wanted a ride.  Mary Sue knew him from around town so why shouldn't she say 'yes', and she did.  She climbed right in next to him, shut the door, and held her hands out to the blaring heater.  Eddie offered her a nice cup of hot chocolate from his thermos and she accepted with a grateful smile.  Three minutes later she was out like a light, snoozing and snoring in the seat next to him as Eddie drove down the road with one hand on the wheel and the other cupping her tender young breast.
Mary Sue was just a little thing; throwing her over his shoulder and humping her up the steps was easier than carrying a sleeping baby.  About as pleasant, too.  Girl over one shoulder and pom-poms in his hand he took her to the attic and laid her down on his bed with its crusty sheets that once were white but they hadn't seen that shade in many a moon.  As he recalls, Eddie even smoothed out that sexy little cheerleader skirt of hers, the one that barely covered her firm ass, so she'd be more comfortable and look her prettiest.
She did look pretty as a princess as he sat there staring at her, petting her, pawing at her, and letting his mind wander off to the dark places only men really know.  Lost in his wicked thoughts and listening to the voice whisper in his ear, Eddie started stroking off and that was when she woke up and started screaming.  But that was nothing new, all the women he brought back here woke up screaming.  Eddie let her go on and get it all out knowing that no one was going to hear her.  Hell he could strike up a full marching band here in the attic and the people, what few there were, down on Shaw Street would never even know it.
Just like they didn't know he was here.
That was the way Eddie liked it.  Nice.  Quiet.  Peaceful.  Someplace he could do his business and not be disturbed.  The woods were okay but cold.  His car would be okay if it weren't so goddamn small.
"You go on, girl, you scream, no one's gonna hear you,"  Eddie said in a soothing voice as he reached out to trace his palm along the curve of her face.  The little queenie had the nerve to bite him!  Out of instinct, he gave her a good one across the face with the back of his hand before holding it up to his face to inspect the teeth marks and blood dripping down his arm.  "Don't do that again, girl.  I don't wanna have'ta hurt'cha.  You mind your manners, now."  The wound isn't too bad but she did get a nice chunk of his flesh.  "Be a good girl, Helen.  Be a good girl."
"Helen?  Who's Helen?" Mary Sue asks her wide eyes darting about the room in terror taking in all of the pictures around her.  They're on every wall and even over the bed.  "My name is Mary."

"You hush now, Helen, it's gonna be all right."  Eddie smiled for the frightened teenager showing her uneven rotten teeth that made her cringe.  His wounded hand lands on her knee and a trickle of blood runs over the side of her trembling leg.  "I like this little uniform of yours.  Very…attractive."  His hand wanders up her knee cap to her thigh and stops just shy of the tight panties below the mini-skirt.  "Why don't you get up and do a little cheer for me, huh?  What do you say, Helen?  Let's get this party started."


I'm 47 years-old and I've been married to wonderful and talented husband, Roy, for the last 27 years. Together we've raised two beautiful daughters to adulthood right here in my hometown of New London, CT.

Through my full-length novels and series I strive to bring conflict, passion, love, and suspense to unique couples--how about a Greek God and a Fey, a retiring military man and an aging widowed hippie, a famous writer/director and a lonely hitch-hiker, or a b-grade actor and a very lucky first-time author? Since I'm never one to shy away from the less pleasant things in life, indeed I believe that it is in the Darkness where Character is created, determined, and defined, my heroes and heroines have their love tested by demons from within and without.

ALL of my works are intended for a Mature Audience Only this includes most of my non-fiction books.  They are intended for those who like their reading on the dark and gritty side. They are not intended for the faint of heart or those who enjoy a sweet read.


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Monday, February 10, 2014


Some Like It Hotter is pleased to welcome back Elodie Parkes, introducing her new release Candy Hearts

Thank you for inviting me to the blog today with my new release romance books.

The Flower Box and Candy Hearts, are released very close together, February 7 and 14 by Hot Ink Press.

Contemporary, erotic romance, and without my usual twist of paranormal, fantasy or magic, I’ve enjoyed writing these love stories. They are both Valentine’s Day oriented stories, but can be read anytime. Although they fit into the category of erotic romance, because the bedroom door is open, they are classic romance stories with happy endings.

Author Interview:
Are you working on another book right now?
I’m working on three books, right now, a contemporary romance that has a mystery thread through it, a contemporary ménage romance, and a contemporary shifter romance.
Naturally, they are all erotic love stories, with HEA. I have to have that in my books
Why do you write the genre?
I want love in the world. I want soft sighs and whispers. I want care and understanding between people. (Utopia I know) I like happy endings. There are so few in real life, it seems to me, and so I write them. I write the hot sex that the characters would fall into when in a loving relationship. Not very politically correct I know, but my characters are physically beautiful (mainly) and I do that on purpose because humans like beauty, they aspire to it, and beautiful people are like flowers for me. They adorn the world with loveliness. Speaking as a heterosexual woman nothing is better than a gorgeous man with a sculpted body and lovely eyes for me. Mmm maybe trees, trees are great, the ocean, that’s fabulous too. Music, music lifts my soul. There you go I’m in love with beauty in general.
What do you enjoy most about writing?
I enjoy the way my characters become so real to me and their worlds that I create. It’s almost magic the way the story setting just unfolds for me. I can actually see the places in my mind. I see the place better than the faces of my characters. I hear my characters and know them, but often their face is not clear. Maybe that’s because I feel their heart and know that readers will assign a different face to them according to their imagination.
 What do you like the least?
Marketing. It’s so time consuming and quite soul destroying when you’d rather be writing. I always thought that publishers helped with marketing, that’s hardly true at all. (Smiles)
 Would you like to see any of your books as movies?
None of them. I’d be there fussing about the script staying true to the book, or the casting, especially the casting. (Laughs).
 What things do you like to do to relax?
I find writing relaxing, but I also like to get out into the countryside near where I live. I enjoy visiting the historic places across the country too. I read, watch movies and I love music. I’m often singing along with something as I drive.
 Do you have another job as well as writing?
Yes, I have to. I work for an antiques emporium.
 If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?
It would have to be healing.
 What makes you cry?
Cruelty. To people, but cruelty to animals is the worst for me. Animals are so innocent. When I see dogs that have been abused I always cry, because I know dogs feel the same emotions as humans. It’s the same for any animal I see that’s been abused, I just weep. Many animals have been assigned lesser status than human beings and now scientists are discovering they are highly intelligent, communicative, highly sensed beings in the same way humans are.
 What makes you laugh?
Not a lot these days (smiles)
 If money were no object, where would you most like to live?
I live in the country I want to, maybe I’d move down the coast to Cornwall or Devon where the surf coast is.
 What kind of car would you have if money was no object?
I have the car I want. I’m a Jeep person and always drive them.
 What’s your favorite food?
Fruits and potatoes, (cooked any way.)
 Favorite color?
I have two I love, oh wait three, blue, purple and green. (All the shades of each) I love color.
 Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your theme tune?
I used to say Coldplay: Speed of Sound, now I think maybe its Primitive Radio God, ‘Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand’
One half verse sticks in my mind so vividly,
A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
I feel we are bound by time, societally constructed time, and it’s so controlling and restrictive.
 Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.
Chocolate or vanilla?
Neither, I like lemon and orange
Dog or cat?
Dog and cat and horse and there’s an owl in the woods near where I live that I’m fond of.
The film or the book?
both (sorry)
Jeans or skirt?
jeans, but sometimes little black dress
Beach or Snow resort?
countryside and beach
Heels or flats?
Boots, depends where I’m going if they are heeled or flat
Stockings or pantyhose?
Stockings, love them
Top or bottom?
Er…both if I can get it…
Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?
Thank you for reading my books. I write from the heart so you get a piece of it every time you read one of my stories. (Smiles)
Character Interview: 
Meet Tom from Candy Hearts
Hi Tom, thanks for coming along today.
 Tom: Hello. Great to be here.
So Tom tell us about the story you star in.
Tom: Candy Hearts is a love story. It’s my story too, of how I changed my life and why. It’s sexy and the reader sees into the love scenes. I love all of it. I love the ending, but then I would. I can’t tell you why because it would be a spoiler.
What about that particular setting, how important is it to the story?
Tom: Oh, there wouldn’t be a story if it wasn’t set on the surf coast, or the hotel, so it’s crucial.
Tell us something about behind the scenes of the story. I’m sure the author won’t mind.
Tom: Well I hope she doesn’t. I know the title changed. Candy Hearts came after the author had written the story under the working title, A Piece of my Heart. She changed it because of the ending I know that. (grins) She changed the name of my ex-girlfriend too from Susie to Amber. I think that’s because there’s a Susie in one of her other stories.
What can you tell us about your love interest in the story? I know you don’t want to tell us her name.
Tom: That’s for a good reason. So about her. She’s sexy, sophisticated, clever. I love her and thank heaven she loves me too. She’s unusual, when she shows up in one of her lovely dresses it makes my heart flip.
Tom choose one of your favorite parts of the story for an excerpt.
Tom: That will be hard since I like all of it. I’ll choose something sexy. (smiles)

Excerpt from Candy Hearts 18+

Serena unbuttoned her coat, dropping it onto the sofa back. She went into the kitchen and flipped on the lights at the switch on the wall. They lit up a small balcony as well as the kitchen. Serena looked around. The place was gleaming. She grinned. I bet he cleaned it up in case I came around. She looked out of the glass door onto the balcony. A small white metal table and a solitary chair were out there next to a palm tree in a big blue pot. She smiled.

She turned intending to go to Tom. As she walked, she opened her dress at the side zip and pulled it over her head. She dropped it onto a chair as she passed and kicked off her high heels there.
She opened the first door in the hall. It was the bathroom. The shower stall was at the end of the room, a double shower with clear glass sides and white wall tiles. Tom was under the spray.
He must have heard her come into the bathroom or sensed it because he looked right at her immediately. His gaze was compelling. She stepped toward him.

The glass was only semi misted. He looked enticing, his muscled body even more impressive wet. His pubic hair and cock drew her eyes from his hard stomach. Serena took off her bra and panties as he watched. She rolled her stockings down to take them off.

Tom slid the door along.

Serena stepped inside. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you.”

He shook his head and held out his arms.

Serena went into them.

They stood crushed together under the warm water. It coursed down her shoulders.

Tom kissed her, gently and lovingly.

She molded to his body, her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily.

He surfaced to breathe. “You’re beautiful.”

His whispered words teased her lips. It was exotic to have his wet skin against hers and she ran her hands along his body, her eyes closed, and her mouth open to his tongue.

His hands travelled over her hips, down her thighs. He trailed his fingers up her body and cupped her breasts. Then he raised her arms above her head and held her hands there with one hand as he kissed her and stroked between her legs, a gentle teasing that brought a drench of wetness to her pussy.

Serena liked being under his control and moaned against his mouth as she rocked her hips to his hand so that her pussy slipped along his palm. She murmured his name and smiled a little against his lips.
Find links to buy February 7, The Flower Box and February 14, Candy Hearts on Elodie’s blog on release days.

About the author:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.