Easter Egg Hunt Mystery Prize

Thought I’d reveal the mystery prize I’m offering as part of the Rainbow Gold Reviews Easter Egg Hunt. Here he is…


Very best of luck to everyone taking part 🙂

Here’s the link in case you need it.

Welcome guest author Suz deMello

Suz’s latest sounds great – love a man in tartan!

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Rakes in Tartan by Suz deMello

Setting: London 1816

The social season promises both sex and danger for Torquil Kilburn and Andrew
MacReiver, Highland heirs arrived in London to seek brides. The Scotsmen must
negotiate the complicated morés of high society to woo and win an exquisite
debutante and her passionate, unconventional mother while keeping their vampire heritage a secret.

But evil stalks the ballroom at Almack’s, the streets of Piccadilly, the drawing rooms of the ton. Headless bodies have been found drained of their blood, for another vampire haunts the streets of London, murdering noblemen. As he draws ever closer, Tor and Andrew must fight not only for love, but for their lives.

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About the author:

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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com
–For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com
–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift,
and visit her group page at https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe
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–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads
–Her current blog is http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com

Welcome guest author Jorja Lovett!


I’ve always had a fascination with the Titanic. It probably has a lot to do with living so close to Belfast, where she was built. One of the great things about being a writer is you can pick any time, any place in which to set a story, so it was always on the hot list of topics I wanted to cover. As ever, my version of that fateful voyage had to have a paranormal twist, and some superhot sexy times!

Can a water nymph save her true love from the Titanic or are they both doomed forever?
Water nymph Madeleine has spent a lifetime searching for the human she can marry to become mortal. Finally, she finds true love with Joe Marlowe, but the romance is put on hold when he signs up as crew for the Titanic.
Joe never expects to see Maddy on board the ship but she’s a welcome sight during the voyage. He knows she’s keeping a secret from him but it doesn’t diminish his love for her. They have the rest of their lives to discover each other. After an unforgettable night together in the Titanic’s indoor pool he knows he’s found the woman he wants to marry.
As the liner sails towards its fate, can Madeleine save Joe, and find her happy ever after?

“I find the setting perfect for a romantic affair. Glamorous liners bound for faraway places, carrying young men with fire in their bellies. Why it’s enough to get any young lady’s pulse racing.” She ran a fingertip down his white shirt to distract him from his questioning. That slight contact with the man she loved was enough to start a fiery lust consuming her from the inside out.
“Madeleine—” The ragged manner in which Joe addressed her didn’t sound like a scolding, or an attempt to stop her.
“Shh!” A finger on his lips and a coy smile was all it took for him to discard his gentlemanly manners and let his passion take hold.
He was deceptively masterful in the seduction stakes. His firm lips staked their claim with a series of breath-taking kisses that almost made her mourn the time they had wasted thus far in their chaste courtship.
Crushed against the rough fabric of his jacket—Madeleine’s nipples hardened beneath the thin silk of her green dress—sensitized and begging to be noticed. Joe didn’t disappoint. He traced his thumb over one prominent peak. The simple over-the-clothing contact sent her body into raptures and generated an ache in her loins that she wanted him to remedy.
Her head told her to go carefully. He thought of her as a lady—pure and innocent—and not one to give herself away before her wedding night. But that other, sinful part of her wanted him regardless of the consequences. And that craving won out. She pressed herself closer to him until she was left with no doubt he felt the same. The ridged evidence in his trousers nestled into the skirts of her dress and she couldn’t stop herself from running her hand along the impressive length of him.
She half expected him to back away in shock or disgust. So when he took it one step further by cupping her breast firmly in his hand, her legs all but buckled beneath her. He scooped her breast from her dress, exposing it to the cool April air. Her pussy swelled with need. With each massage he gave her flesh, she came one step closer to nirvana, moaning as the moisture from her arousal soaked her skin and clothes.
Joe backed her away from the main walkway and pinned her against the wall of a ramshackle wooden building, creating a scenario Madeleine wouldn’t have believed possible. Of course, she imagined her reserved Joe to be a considerate lover, but she hadn’t expected their explosive chemistry to lead them to the point of making love outdoors.
Joe lifted her skirts, skimming his hand along the tops of her stockings, and then grabbed her ass to pull her onto his still imprisoned cock. Driven by mounting impatience, Madeleine reached to undo the buttons of his trousers and take the next step in their relationship.
It turned out to be a step too far. Moments later, the strong arms around her pushed where they once pulled her to him. Joe wrenched his mouth away.
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me,” he pleaded, voice unsteady.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” she told him.
Except, perhaps, being too chivalrous. One brief encounter with the saviour of her long-lost virtue wasn’t nearly enough, but she dared not raise his suspicions with further unladylike behaviour.
“You deserve more than a rushed fumble by the docks, Maddy. When the time comes, I want it to be something special, a memory to be cherished forever. Though I don’t know how I’ll get through these next weeks without even kissing you again.”
Joe rested his forehead against hers. His was beaded with sweat from the effort of his restraint.
Not on my account, she wanted to scream, but the moment had passed. She adjusted her clothes.
He behaved as though the last ten minutes had not happened and picked up the conversation regarding his departure. But all she wanted to do was move farther into his embrace, make this night last forever.
“Will you wave me off when I leave?”
As much as he deserved a teary farewell, she shook her head. “It’s not my place.”
She wouldn’t encroach on the intimate family moment which accompanied his every journey. That was their time. This was hers.
“Let’s say our goodbyes now.” Madeleine stood on tiptoe to offer up her lips.
This time, Joe’s kiss was a slow exploration mapping out the contours of her lips, as though he were memorizing her taste. That sensuous perusal finally eroded the jaded view she harboured for the male species. Joe didn’t demand, simply took what she willingly gave, and he returned it with love. He respected her, cherished her, and, for the first time in decades, Madeleine let herself trust.

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Available Now From TotallyBound, AllRomance, Amazon

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Or Twitter: @jorjalovett


It’s time for the Spring Fling Blog Hop!

Over 40 fantastic authors are participating and there’s a grand prize of a $50 gift card on offer – so get hopping!

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I’m offering up an e-copy of Rasputin’s Kiss and its sequel, Evil’s Embrace (as soon as it’s available) for two lucky commenters (extra credit for tweets and shares – just let me know!). Here are a couple of snippets to tempt you to enter 🙂

From Rasputin’s Kiss


Alex padded downstairs to the kitchen and set a pan of milk on the hob to heat. He found a tray and put a plate of Agnes’ home-baked oat and raisin cookies on it. It was all so cosy and domestic and it felt good. Having something else, someone else to focus on was a novelty. It had been a long time since Alex had been able to switch off from a case and get some real rest. For the last couple of hours the murder investigation hadn’t even entered his mind. He felt a pang of guilt but then brushed the feeling away. He sacrificed enough of himself for his job—he was entitled to some self-indulgence every now and again.
Tiny bubbles appeared in the milk and he turned down the heat before it boiled and burned. He used a combination of dark chocolate powder and solid chocolate that melted slowly into the milk to make the drink. The result was smooth, creamy and gave his tongue an orgasm every time he made it. Alex poured two big mugs then dropped a handful of mini pink marshmallows into the top of each. He picked up the tray and went back upstairs. He’d been away from Conor for all of ten minutes but couldn’t wait to see him again. “What a wuss,” he muttered as he pushed open the door with a bare foot.
“Talking to yourself?” Conor sat up in bed and gave him a mischievous grin. “Should I be worried?”
Alex put the tray down on the bedside table and handed Conor a mug of chocolate. “Oh you should be worried…about being able to sit down at work tomorrow if you carry on cheeking me.”
Conor peered into his mug, “Pink marshmallows! Oh my God, Alex, just wait until I tell Sarge and the others about this!”
“One more word and you’ll be back sweeping out the basement,” Alex growled.
“You wouldn’t!” Conor protested.
“No, I don’t suppose I would, but I would send you to work with a butt plug up your arse, strapped into a harness and locked in place.”
Conor’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
Alex grinned. “I think you like that idea.”
“No! No, I don’t!”
“You do. Just think how it would feel. The pressure inside you all day, so full. You’d be beautifully stretched for me.” Alex shucked off his robe, grabbed the plate of cookies and got into bed. He put the plate between them and sipped his chocolate. “Mm. Heaven. Cookie?”
Conor looked at him. “How can you just…? Oh never mind.”


From Evil’s Embrace

For once, Alex felt completely relaxed and totally at home. It had been a long time since he’d been so at ease with himself. He sat on the end of a rickety wooden jetty, dangling his feet into gently lapping water, and stared out to sea, where white-sailed yachts bobbed in the distance. His wetsuit was unzipped and peeled down to his hips exposing his chest and shoulders. Idly he rubbed at a few specks of sand that stuck to his skin and glittered in the late afternoon sun. His hair was stiff with dried salt but he was feeling far too lazy to get up and use the fresh water shower at the back of the beach. Sunset wasn’t far away, and he took off his sunglasses as the light softened, blinking a little until he got used to the brightness. Little glints and flashes from the water made him squint a bit but it was worth it to see the ripples streaked with orange and gold. It almost looked as if the water were burning.
There was no one else left on the jetty. The few late season tourists that had spent the day on the beach had packed up and retreated to their hotels and campsites, and it was still a little too early for the night fishermen to arrive. Alex liked to watch them set up with their folding chairs, iceboxes and rods. They had their little rituals that were followed faithfully as if doing anything else would scare away the fish. The art of casting out into the waves was graceful and mesmerising, but Alex had yet to see anyone catch anything. That didn’t seem to matter, though—the camaraderie, the peace… They were more important to the little band of men that showed up each night.
Alex luxuriated in the warmth of the sun on his skin, knowing that it would soon chill. He felt just a moment of disappointment—he didn’t really want to move but realising that it would soon be time to go, he looked towards the shore. What he saw brought a big smile back to his face.
Conor was wading out of the water with a surfboard under his arm. He gave Alex a shy smile as he strolled along the beach and hoisted himself up onto the jetty to sit next to Alex. He pulled his board up after him and laid it down on the planks. Not for the first time, Alex reflected on the fact that his gorgeous boyfriend made runway models look plain—he possessed a rare masculine beauty that provoked lust in both men and women. Emerald eyes glinted from beneath dark lashes that were highlighted further by his pale skin. Diamond droplets cascaded to neoprene-clad shoulders as he ran a hand through his dark, wavy hair. His plain black wetsuit hugged the contours of his lean body and Alex had to make a conscious effort not to jump him there and then. Looking at Conor made it easy to forget everything else.
Conor nudged him. “Unzip me?”
At those words, uttered in complete innocence, Alex dug his nails into his palm in the hope that pain might dampen the fire that had ignited in his groin. “Jesus, Conor, you’re killing me here.”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
Conor batted his eyelashes coyly, making Alex growl. He caught hold of the tag at the back of Conor’s neck and slid the zip down until Conor could shrug himself free of the skin-tight material of his wetsuit.
“Thanks. I was starting to feel a little…constrained.” He licked his lips provocatively.
Alex swallowed. Conor was staring at him, not hiding the fact that he was admiring Alex’s bare chest.
“I swear you have muscles on your muscles.” Conor traced a finger across Alex’s abs.
“Bloody hell, Conor! Unless you want me to get us both arrested, keep your hands to yourself.”
Conor chuckled and lay back on the rough wooden boards of the jetty, sighing contentedly. “The sun still feels so warm, it’s like a caress.”
“Hey! No accepting caresses from anything but me, or there’ll be trouble.”

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