Candy Cane Kink Giveaway Hop

Welcome to the newest Hop on the block….. Candy Cane Kink.
Candy Kane Kink
For this Hop I will be pimping the anthology Hot For the Holidays, featuring Lora Leigh, Angela Knight, Anya Bast and Allyson James.


Something passionate. Something mysterious. Something sexy.

And something totally inviting.

It’s the perfect gift for the holidays.

Four bestselling authors invite readers to spend the night with these never-before-published novellas spiced with sexy romance and paranormal passion. So come in out of the cold and experience the thrill of a soul-stirring new tale of the Breeds from Lora Leigh, a return to the beguiling world of the Mageverse from Angela Knight, and two more mesmerizing and unexpected stories of sensual surprises and seasonal spirits from Anya Bast and Allyson James.

Excerpt from Lora Leigh:


There was something about a winter snow fall that Jessica Raines had always loved. A sense of warmth, despite the cold. A sense of wonder, a remnant of her childhood that she had never lost.

Now, as she moved through the soft heavy winter white that fell around her, she had never felt less a child. At twenty-four, she felt old, worn and tired.

Christmas was coming. Lights were strung around the wolf breed compound of Haven and windows were lit up with the festive colors of the seasons as lavishly decorated trees twinkled merrily into the winter night.

Christmas was coming and Jessica had never felt less festive.
The snow was beautiful though. She had missed it last year during her imprisonment in the underground cells that the Wolf Breeds had kept her confined to. Because she had been a traitor. No matter how reluctantly, still, she had betrayed the very people she had believed so deeply in. Even as she had done it, helpless against the compulsions rising inside her, Jessica had raged, fought, screamed silently. But still, she had hidden information, relayed defense maneuvers and revealed the residences of the wolf breed alpha and his mate, as well as their second in command to her father.

The pure blood society he had worked with had nearly killed them. If she hadn’t found the strength to pull two of the mates from their homes before the attack, then they would have been killed.

She pushed her fingers through her hair, tugging at the tender roots as she fought to make sense of the betrayal her father had dealt her. He had been sending her to certain death. He had to have known it. The drug he had slipped into her food and drinks when she visited, the orders he had given her, he had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would be caught, and that she would die. And still, he had done it.

She couldn’t even ask him why he had done it. He was dead now. The society he had been a part of was disbanded. Advert, the small town outside the breed compound was under wolf breed control, but still, Jessica suffered.

She had lost everything because of his hatred for a species of humanity that hadn’t asked to be created. One that was determined to survive now that it lived. He had sacrificed his daughter, and then his own life, for nothing.

She lifted her face to the falling snow and imagined the dampness on her face was the moisture of the melting ice. It wasn’t. It was tears and she knew it. Her father wasn’t the only one that had lost in his bid to destroy the breeds, Jessica had lost as well, much more than anyone could imagine.

Pausing, she leaned against the large trunk of a towering oak and gazed up at the close canopy of thick, dark clouds. The snow was flying thicker, harder. It had a heavy, ominous feel to it suddenly, as though nature were moving in to exact vengeance for crimes untold.

Or perhaps against her.

Grimacing at the flight of fancy she shook her head before moving quickly to turn back to the cabin she had left. That sudden movement was followed by a loud retort and a chunk of bark striking her in the face.

There was that second of disbelief. That pause as knowledge filtered through her system that someone was shooting at her, before Jessica jumped behind the tree, heart racing, fear pounding through her system.

Someone had just fired on her.

She was in the middle of the forest, no coat, no weapon, no guards. She was undefended in a place where she shouldn’t have needed defending.

Now what?

She stared around the bleak winter landscape, fighting to catch her breath through the pounding of her heart as she tried to think quickly. Logically.

She couldn’t see anyone, couldn’t sense anyone. Right now she would give her eye teeth for those nifty super senses the breeds possessed. Advanced hearing, seeing and senses of smell would come in handy right now.

She couldn’t stand here much longer, she told herself. She was going to have to move soon or the shooter could work his way around until he had a line of sight on her that she couldn’t escape.

There was only one course of action. She gripped the rough trunk of the tree hard before throwing herself past it and racing for the large rocks and boulders a short distance away.

Shots fired behind her. Clumps of dirt thre up, striking against her as she ran. Throwing herself the rest of the distance she slid into the snug embrace of the boulders, flinching on a hard shudder as another bullet exploded against the side of a huge rock.

“Cowards,” she bit out furiously, pushing herself as close against the rock as she could rock. “Bastards.”

Surely to God one of the breeds would have heard the gunshots by now. Haven, the wolf breed compound was patrolled by one of the best breed security forces in the world. So where were they now? Maybe it hadn’t really been such a good idea to slip away from her bodyguard.

On hands and knees she crawled through the mess of boulders lying around like a child’s toys tossed haphazardly in place.

The sharp retort sounded again, this time sending chips of stone flying over her head as she wedged herself between upright columns and fought to make herself as small as possible.

She was dead. The breeds should have just killed her a year ago when they were debating the action, because she was definitely going to die now.

Where the hell were the breed patrols? Or was that who was shooting at her?

Fear rushed through her system in a surge of adrenaline as the next shot sent a bullet tearing into the stone above her head. They were getting closer. She wasn’t going to survive. She would die here, in the cold and the snow, and it would probably take a while a find her. Evidently no one was too concerned with her now that she had been released, though she was confined to Haven. It was probably a breed trying to kill her.

“Jess.” A hand clamped over her mouth as she pushed herself past the boulders and strong hands jerked her behind the rocks as another shot struck beside her shoulder.

Heated, hard and male, the large body she was suddenly cushioned against was a welcome relief, a place of security as she recognized the voice at her ear.

Hawke Esteban.


I am giving away a paper copy of Hot for the Holidays to one lucky commenter.

What’s your Holiday Kink?

A special thanks to Close Encounters with the Night Kind and Natasha Blackthorne for hosting this freaking amazing Hop.

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Autumn’s Harvest Blog Hop and Giveaway

What do you love about Autumn and Fall? What does it remind you of? What about reading? Do you think it’s a good subject to read? Tell me your favorite Autumn stories! 

I love Fall Covers. So in honor of my favorite Cover I am giving away a hardback copy of Saint’s Gate by Carla Neggers.


Two people, isolated by their pasts. An obsessive killer who will force them together Welcome to Saint’s Gate.

Emma Sharpe is summoned to a Maine convent, partly for her FBI art crimes work, partly because of her past with the Order. At issue is a mysterious painting of Irish lore and Viking legends. But when the nun who contacted her is murdered, it seems legend is becoming deadly reality.

Colin Donovan is one of the FBI’s most valuable deep-cover agents. Back home in Maine after his latest mission, a contact clues him in to an intrigue of murder, international art heists and long-held secrets that is too tempting to resist. As danger spirals ever closer, Colin is certain of only one thing—Emma Sharpe is at the center of it all.

Excerpt from Author Website:

Emma Sharpe steeled herself against the sights and sounds of her past and kept up with the nervous woman rushing ahead of her in the dense southern Maine fog. They came to a tall iron fence, a folk-art granite statue of Saint Francis of Assisi glistening with drizzle among purple coneflowers and cheerful golden daylilies by the gate.

The little bird perched on Saint Francis’s shoulder still had a couple of missing tail feathers.

Sister Joan Mary Fabriani stopped at the gate. On the other side was the “tower,” the private workspace where the Sisters of the Joyful Heart performed their restoration and conservation work. In violation of convent protocol, Sister Joan had escorted Emma onto the convent grounds without having her first stop at the motherhouse to register as a visitor.

And a visitor she was, in boot-cut jeans, a brown leather jacket, Frye boots and a Smith & Wesson 442 strapped to her left calf.

“The gate’s locked,” Sister Joan said, turning to Emma. “I have to get the key.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No. Wait here, please.” The older woman, who’d spent the past thirty years as a member of her order, frowned slightly at the gate, which crossed the meandering stone walk two hundred yards from the main gate at the convent’s entrance. “I thought I left it unlocked. It doesn’t matter. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“You’re preoccupied, Sister,” Emma said. “I should go with you.”

“The shortest route to the tower is through an area restricted to members of our community here.”

“The meditation garden. I remember.”

“Yes. Of course you do.”

“No one will be there at this hour. The sisters are busy with their daily work.”

“I’m in no danger, Emma.” Sister Joan smiled, her doe-brown eyes and wide, round face helping to soften her sometimes too-frank demeanor. “It’s all right if I call you Emma, isn’t it? Or should I call you Agent Sharpe?”

Emma noted an almost imperceptible bite in Sister Joan’s voice. “Emma’s fine.”

With a broad hand, Sister Joan brushed a mosquito off the wide, stretchy black headband holding back her graying dark hair. Instead of the traditional nun’s habit, the Sisters of the Joyful Heart wore plainclothes; in Sister Joan’s case a dark gray hand-knitted sweater and calf-length skirt, black tights and sturdy black leather walking shoes. The simple silver profession cross hanging from her neck and the gold band on her left ring finger were the only external indications that she was a Roman Catholic nun.

She looked pained. “I’ve already broken enough rules by having you here without telling anyone.”

Sister Joan hadn’t given any details when she’d called Emma in Boston early that morning and asked her to make the two-hour drive north to the convent, located on a small peninsula on a beautiful, quiet stretch of rockbound coast above Kennebunkport.

“At least give me an idea of what you want to talk to me about,” Emma said.

Sister Joan hesitated. “I’d like to get your opinion on a painting.”

As if there could be any other reason. “Do you suspect it’s stolen?”

“Let me get the key and show you. It’ll be easier than trying to explain.” Sister Joan stepped off the walk onto the lush, wet grass, still very green late in the season, and looked back at Emma. “I want to thank you for not bringing a weapon onto the grounds.”

Emma made no comment about the .38 tucked under the hem of her jeans. She’d left her nine-millimeter Sig Sauer locked in its case in her car outside the convent’s main gate but had never considered going completely unarmed.

Without waiting for a response, Sister Joan followed the fence into a half dozen mature evergreens. The evergreens would open into a beautiful garden Mother Superior Sarah Jane Linden, the foundress of the Sisters of the Joyful Heart, had started herself more than sixty years ago, in a clearing on a rocky ledge above a horseshoe-shaped cove. The sisters had added to it over the years—Emma herself had planted a pear tree—but the design remained essentially the one Mother Linden, who’d died almost twenty years ago, had envisioned.

As she lost sight of Sister Joan in the fog and trees, Emma stayed close to the tall gate. Even the breeze drifting through the evergreens and the taste of the salt in the damp air called up the longings of the woman she’d been—the possibilities of the woman she’d never become.

She pushed them aside and concentrated on the present. The morning fog, rain and wind would have attracted passing boats into the protected cove, one of the well-known “hurricane holes” on the Maine coast.

Watching guys on the boats when she was supposed to be in deep reflection and contemplation had been an early clue she wasn’t cut out to be a nun.

Sister Joan, honest and straightforward to a fault, had always known. You’re an art detective, Emma. You’re a Sharpe. Be who you are.”

Emma touched a fingertip to a raindrop on Saint Francis’s shoulder. The statue was the work of Mother Linden, an accomplished artist who’d have considered the absent tail feathers part of its charm as it aged.

The Sisters of the Joyful Heart was a tiny religious order, independently funded and self-sufficient. The twenty or so sisters grew their own fruits and vegetables and baked their own bread, but they also ran a shop and studio in the nearby village of Heron’s Cove—Emma’s hometown—and were skilled in art restoration, conservation and education. During the summer and early fall, the convent held retreats for art educators and conservators, as well as people who just wanted to learn how to protect family treasures. Various sisters were dispatched to Catholic schools throughout the region as art teachers. Hope, joy and love were central to their work and to their identity as women religious sisters.

All well and good, Emma thought, but hope, joy and love hadn’t prompted Sister Joan’s call early that morning. Fear had.

It’s a personal favor,” she had told Emma. It’s not FBI business. Please come alone.

Emma felt the cold mist gather on her hair, which she wore long now, and sighed at Saint Francis, the beloved early-thirteenth-century friar who had given up his wealth to follow a life of poverty. “What do you think, my friend?” She peered through the gate and made out a corner of the stone tower in the gray. “I know.”

Sister Joan was afraid, and she was in trouble.

About the Author:

Carla Neggers is the New York Times bestselling author of more than 60 novels, with translations in 24 languages. Born and raised on the western edge of the beautiful Quabbin Reservoir in rural Massachusetts, Carla grew up with tales of her father’s life as a Dutch sailor and her mother’s childhood in northwest Florida.

At a young age, Carla began penning her own stories on a branch high up in her favorite sugar maple. Now she enjoys spending time at the family homestead (now a tree farm) with her six brothers and sisters and their families.

When she’s not writing, Carla loves to travel, hike, kayak, garden, and, of course, dive into a good book. She lives with her family in Vermont, near Quechee Gorge.


A copy of Saint’s Gate and some signed swag by Carla Neggers.

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This giveaway starts on Friday Nov 9th@ 00:01 CST and will end on Monday Nov 12th@ 23:59 CST and is open to US residents only.Winner will be announced by Nov 20th.

Starting on Friday and ending on Nov 12th, over 200 Authors and Bloggers will share their favorite things about those sexy men we know and love.

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

But that’s not all….

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

 1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains 10+ paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Men of the Military Giveaway Hop

Military Men have always been a weakness of mine. My husband was in the Navy and never looked better than our wedding day in his uniform.

So in honor of my favorite Military Men series, I am giving away Echoes of Dawn by Maya Banks. You can check out Maya at her website.

The Kelly/KGI Series centers around a military family. There are six Kelly brothers, all of whom served in different branches of the military. When the idea for this series came to me, the first question that always pops into my mind is where? For me this answer was immediate. I lived in Paris, Tennessee for several years and spent many a day on Kentucky Lake and in the Dover area. For me, it was the perfect place to base the stories.

The Kellys are a lot of fun to write. They’re loyal, hard working, fiercely competitive and family is the most important thing in their lives. Marlene Kelly is the matriarch of the large family and has a penchant for collecting “strays” as her sons tease her endlessly over. Over the years she’s added “adopted” family members to the fold and she incessantly mothers them all. Her most recent        addition to the Kelly clan has her sons up in arms, but Marlene didn’t raise six rambunctious sons by being a wimp!

The first book in the series,  The Darkest Hour, finds the Kelly family in turmoil after the death of Ethan Kelly’s wife a year before. Rachel was much beloved by all the Kellys and Ethan hides a dark secret about the state of his marriage before her fateful mercy mission to South America—the one she never came back from. Now on the one year anniversary of her death, he receives startling      information. She’s alive.

The KGI Series in  order:

Book 1, The Darkest Hour, released on September 7, 2010.

Book 2, No Place to Run, released on December 7, 2010.

Book 3, Hidden Away, released on March 1, 2011.

Book 4, Whispers in the Dark, released on January 2012.

Book 5, Echoes at Dawn, released on July 3, 2012.

Book 5.5, Softly at Sunrise, released on August 21, 2012





An Copy of Echoes of Dawn

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Wicked After Dark Blog Hop

Come one, Come all (pun intended) to the greatest Blog hop of all.

For this wicked awesome Hop, I want to pimp the amazing Melissa Schroeder and her Cursed Clan Series.

The Cursed Clan Book 1


As Laird, Callum Lennon feels he has always failed to protect his cousins. Callum’s impulsiveness caused the death of his father and the experience has scarred not only his body, but his soul. From that point on, he made sure to always go with the more logical choice in every matter. When his younger cousin Angus finds clues that might help break the curse, Callum begrudgingly hires Phoebe Chilton to investigate. Callum doesn’t like bringing outsiders into their family affairs. Their life would become fodder for the tabloids if anyone were to find out about the curse. It doesn’t help that the instant he meets Dr. Chilton he’s attracted. But, he doesn’t really have a choice because she might be their last hope.

An expert in archeology, Phoebe has always been dwarfed by her parents’ shadow. Their high standards had her in college by thirteen and earning a second PhD by twenty-two. But her career and her broken marriage have left her needing something more than just diplomas and degrees. She wants to prove that her interest in legends, especially Celtic legends, is as important as her parents’ work. When the Lennon family contacts her, she sees the opportunity to win a massive research grant. With a long-time rival breathing down her back, she jumps at the Lennons’ offer, hoping it will ensure her the grant. But uncovering the Lennon family secrets, and her attraction to Callum, could prove more than she can handle.

Forces outside the family are determined to ensure that they fail. When an old enemy threatens both the well being of the clan and the fragile new love, Callum will have to choose between believing his mind or his heart.

Excerpt from Melissa Schroeder:


Scotland, 1746

Death would be too kind for the Clan McLennan.

Donedella McWalton clutched her husband’s faded plaid to her chest. Even as fear slithered down her spine, she knocked on the door to the witch’s remote cottage. As she waited, a chilling gust of wind stole through the thrashing branches of the winter-bare trees.

From above, an owl screeched. She shivered. Before her nerves settled, the door creaked open. Donedella saw no one standing before her. She hesitated in the gaping doorway, which earned her a disembodied cackle. 

“Come in, my lady,” an ancient voice called from behind the door.

Donedella’s heart skipped a beat. Bolstering her courage, she skittered over the threshold, eyes darting around the room. With only the light from the hearth’s fire, it took a moment for Donedella’s eyesight to adjust. No bats hung from the ceiling. No potion boiled over the fire. But as the flames danced, the shadows moved and dread twisted through her. 

“You are Lady Donedella.”

She jumped at the sound of her name and toward the voice. Donedella had imagined the woman to be older, scarier. But this woman was not much different from herself. The kerchief on her head covered what looked to be a mop of curly gray hair. Her simple peasant clothing draped over her generous figure. Even as Donedella noted the normal dress, she sensed dispassionate study from the woman who earned her keep off the misery of others.

Donedella nodded.

The witch walked forward, her steps sure and steady. She stopped within an inch of Donedella.

“You want to kill someone?”

“Nay.” She shook her head. “That would be tae easy, tae nice.”

The old woman humphed and paced away. Donedella watched her, wondering if the witch would do what she requested. Or could. This witch was her last chance. Her last hope. Without the woman’s help, the vile McLennans would ‘ner pay for their crime. Panic raced through her, curdling her stomach. She swallowed the bile in her throat.

The witch glanced over her shoulder, and Donedella almost gasped. The cold, calculating gleam in the other woman’s eyes sunk into her bones, chilling her from the inside out. She fought the shiver that raced down her spine.

“For this you shall pay…handsomely?” The smile she flashed Donedella had nothing to do with pleasure.

Drawing in a deep breath, she nodded. “Aye. I’ll pay anythin’ to have my revenge on the McLennans.”

The older woman glanced at the plaid Donedella held. 

She’d almost forgotten she’d brought it. “I see you have the plaid. You know what you are asking? You know that this curse is not done lightly?”

Before she could allow her conscience to get the better of her, Donedella let the pain of the last four months bubble up inside her. The death of her beloved, the murder of her sons, and the ending of their clan as they knew it was too much to bear. Even as she knew that the spell she sought would condemn her soul to hell, she could not stop the hate. It swept through her, whirled into her heart, into her soul, demanding vengeance.

“I want them tae suffer.”

“’Tis as you wish, my lady.” The fire snapped, the flames jumping as the witch nodded again and turned from her. “They will suffer, indeed.”

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The Cursed Clan Book 2


The quiet bookworm of the bunch, Angus has always thought everything out before acting. So, it’s understandable that the clan asks him to approach Irishwoman Maggie O’Conner to help them retrieve the next jewel. His well-organized life is completely turned upside down when he contacts the streetwise woman, who is even more cynical than his cousin Fletcher. But he senses a soft center in the hard woman, and is helpless to resist seducing her.

Maggie didn’t ever want to go back to her former life. Not many people know she was The Cat, a jewel thief known for her rooftop escapes. She worked to turn her life around, but her past has come back to haunt her and she needs money—fast. When Angus Lennon appears, it seems like a miracle of fate. An easy heist, in and out, no big deal. But things go wrong from the start. The thugs from her past are hot on her tail, almost ruining her job. Still, even gun-toting goons don’t scare her as much as Angus Lennon. Her attraction to him threatens to consume her and ruin the plans she has for the future.

But danger comes not only from the authorities and her dangerous past, but from the present McWalton laird who will do anything to stop the Lennons from succeeding.

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Coming soon. On sale

March 1, 2013

Author Info:

From an early age, Melissa loved to read. First, it was the books her mother read to her including her two favorites, Winnie the Pooh and the Beatrix Potter books. She cut her preteen teeth on Trixie Belden and read and reviewed To Kill a Mockingbirdin middle school. It wasn’t until she was in college that she tried to write her first stories, which were full of angst and pain, and really not that fun to read or write. After trying several different genres, she found romance in a Linda Howard book.

Since the publication of her first book in 2004, Melissa has had close to fifty romances published. She writes in genres from historical suspense to modern day erotic romance to futuristics and paranormals. Included in those releases is the bestselling Harmless series. In 2011, Melissa branched out into self-publishing with A Little Harmless Submission and the popular military spinoff, Infatuation: A Little Harmless Military Romance. Along the way she has garnered an epic nomination, a multitude of reviewer’s recommended reads, over five Capa nods from TRS, three nominations for AAD Bookies and regularly tops the best seller lists on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Since she spent her childhood as a military brat, Melissa swore never to marry military. But, as we all know, Fate has her way with mortals. She is married to an AF major and is raising her own brats, both human and canine. She spends her days giving in to her addiction to Twitter, counting down the days until her hubby retires, and cursing the military for always sticking them in a location that is filled with bugs big enough to eat her children. 


Signed copy of Callum 

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Hot in Handcuffs: Giveaway Blog Hop

Thank you so much to Under the Covers for this awesome Giveaway Hop.

Hot in Handcuffs is a great opportunity to showcase a little smut… The kinky kind of smut that is.

So for my kink factor I am showing off: Kharisma Rhayne

I recently read Knowing Thyne and have been hooked on her ever since.

Book Description:

It’s Thyne & Adison’s 5th wedding anniversary.

Adison has always known that Thyne had an interest in men. She could tell by the way he looked at them. Rather than be offended when he finally told her three years into their marriage, she found it arousing. Now, on their little getaway for their 5th anniversary, Adison wants to make things memorable for her husband. She wants to continue their great sex life and also wants to watch him with another man–hoping that maybe, in the end, he’ll let her join in with them.

The sequel to Knowing Thyne is Having Thyne.

Book Description: Coming Soon

Bound by Temptation Series:

Book 1: Nigel and Lance

Book Description:

Nigel is a professional sports player with a wonderful boyfriend at home. Their sex is always hot and Lance is always willing to do whatever it takes to keep Nigel happy. But, what has Nigel been hiding?

Book 2: Max and Parker

Book Description:

Max is all set for his training camp with the Coyotes. He’s waited for his big break forever and his mom is depending on him.
Parker, a former hockey player forced into early retirement due to an injury, leads the training camp. He expected some great talent, but he wasn’t expecting to feel anything for anyone, especially another ‘top.’
Spend a little time with Max & Parker, they won’t be together forever, but they can be happy for now.
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A copy of Knowing Thyne.

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