Sunday, January 31, 2016

Snippet Sunday

Hello and welcome back for another Snippet Sunday! 

Can you believe the first month of 2016 is almost over? I'm not sure where the times goes but it can slow down just a bit. Today I've got more from the fourth Venom novel, Angle Play.  In this book we get to know the Venom goaltender, Stephanie Huschuk, better. While Stephanie struggles to carry the burden of being the starting goalie, her attraction to Greg Blue Blanket, her goalie coach's divorced twin brother, is only adding to the weight the young woman carries. 

In this week's snippet Stephanie and Greg are touring the Society hill row home our handsome professor just bought. To say that Greg's twin sister Alice is not in favor of this May/December romance would be putting it mildly. But, the heart wants what the heart wants no matter the age gap or the disapproval of family or friends. This snippet has some spicy sexy type stuff. There. It's a warning for the delicate ones. Although if you're visiting my blog sexy stuff should be a given, right? 

This excerpt is hot off the presses and has not been professionally edited. I've done my best to make it as tidy as I could but there may be some misplaced commas or other mistakes. Please be kind about any flubs you may find. When you're done reading today's snippet, skate on over to Cathy Brockman and Ellie Mack's blog to see what they've been up to recently. 


      "Yeah, it does. I'm sorry to hear about your father."

     "Thank you," he said with a small incline of his head. "And I'm sorry to hear about yours. I didn't bring you here to make you feel small or insignificant Stephanie. I wanted to get your thoughts on the place because I was hoping that you'd like it and want to spend some time here."

     "I like it," I was quick to say as a blush rose into my cheeks. "It's so nice…and old."

     "Kind of like me, huh?"

     "Professor Blue Blanket, are you fishing for compliments?" I asked as a smile tweaked the corners of my mouth.

     "Maybe," the man admitted then gave me a wink. "Or maybe I'm just trying to lighten the mood. And it worked because now you're smiling and Stephanie, when you smile, my world seems a whole lot brighter."
     Hand to God I did not know what to say in reply. My brain felt as if it had lost its edge. My body, though, it knew how to react. My skin grew warm; a flush crept up my neck, and my breasts felt tight and sensitive, the nipples peaking into hard tender flesh chafed by the soft cups of my bra.

     "Yeah, me too," I eventually responded. Greg unfolded his arms and sat up. I held my ground on the bench, wishing and hoping that he would lean in to kiss me full on the mouth. To hell with pecks on the cheek. I can get those from my brother. My heart thumped inside my chest when he lifted his hand to push a strand of dirty blond hair back from my eye. A shaky breath escaped me when he ran his fingertips down my cheek. His hand settled tenderly on my neck. There was a moment when I desperately wanted to jump on him, push his back flat to the hard window bench we were sitting on, peel off our clothes and cover his sexy body with mine. Instead of doing that, I reached up to place my hand over his. His dark eyes ignited.

     "I find myself torn over you," he said as his touch made me yearn for so much more. "There's the side that wants to take this slow, and in slow I mean like a sloth, so that people won't be casting dispersions at us."

     "What does the other side want to do?" I asked as his thumb began to stroke my jugular. He had fine lifelines around his eyes and mouth that I found wildly appealing.

     "That side wants to spread out the blanket that I brought for our dinner, lay you down on it, and make love to you until we're both cross-eyed."  

     "Wow, that's–yeah, wow," I stammered. The room felt warmer. His eyes dropped to my mouth then slid downward, lingering for just a second on my breasts before they returned to my face.

     "Exactly," he said then moved in to put his lips to mine. It was a firm, sweet kiss. His fingers softly dug into my neck. I wanted the pressure of his mouth to deepen. I needed it to. But he pulled back after a moment. My lashes lifted from my cheeks. "Yeah, slow is good. What's slower than a sloth?"

     "Molasses in January," I offered. He mulled that over for a second then nodded.

     "That will work." He pulled me closer for another kiss. This one had real heat behind it. I wiggled around more to angle my body properly. Greg's hand moved lower on my neck, his thumb now rubbing my collarbone. His breaths were short little puffs when the kiss ended. I didn't dare look down to see if he were as hard as I was wet. If I did, and I saw his cock straining against his zipper, I would probably not be moving in sloth mode. "We need something slower, much slower. Like glacier creeping slow."

     "Snail slow," I whispered then kissed him.

     "Department of motor vehicle driver license renewal line slow," he replied then stole another taste.

     "Chess game slow," I parried as my lips danced over his. The bench creaked when his weight shifted. I slid closer, my breasts pressing into his chest now.

     "Customer with five thousand items ahead of you in the checkout line slow," Greg said before sliding an arm around me. I moved willingly over and onto his lap, my tongue flicking out to meet his.

     "A lecture from a professor slow," I panted and settled my ass on his thighs.

     "Hey now," he chuckled, the hand on my shoulder pulling me in as close as he could get me. His mouth moved over mine as the kiss deepened. I rolled my hips and made him groan. That was when he gently but firmly removed me from his lap and stood up. I blinked at him, my sight caressing his body as he turned to walk off the lust, as if that were a thing you could do. I mean, yeah, I'd seen players walk off taking a slap shot to the leg but walking off an erection? Was that even possible?


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Friday, January 29, 2016

Twirly Girl News & Excerpt!

In just over a month Twirly Girl, the second Venom book, will be released!

Could you please take just a moment to add it to your Goodreads Want To Read shelf? 

In appreciation for your adding it to your shelf, you'll find an exclusive excerpt below. This snippet is unedited but I wanted to share a special moment between Alicia and Dale with you in thanks, so be gentle of any flubs you may find. 

Many hugs and thank you! XXOO

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Born into a prestigious and powerful political family, Venom captain Alicia Avery learned at a young age that appearances were everything. Alicia has now been molded into the perfect young woman; her only transgressions against the dictates of her parents to date are her dogged determination to play hockey and a rather radical new haircut. That was before Alicia met Dale Christie, a highly principled and deeply spiritual street performer who is raising his daughter, Wren Song, alone.

Now Alicia is finally opening her mind and heart to the knowledge that there is more to life than monetary success and ambitious goals. As her soul awakens, so does her desire for the man her parents - and society - would deem horrendously wrong for her. Can the Venom captain learn to walk a new path of serenity through life? Or will the pacifist and the hockey player be torn apart by a world that judges a person by the size of their bank account versus the largesse of their soul?


            "Open your mind to new things, Sunny New Face. That's the first step to discovering who you really are."
            That was easy for him to say, it wasn`t his world being made into a frappe. We walked side-by-side out into the cold air. It was invigorating and cleansing after being in that warm barn for so long. I held out my hand for the milking bucket. Dale passed it to me then switched the heavier milk tote to his right hand. Night was not far off. I guessed it to be close to five in the afternoon. Winter brought long, lonely nights. I peeked to the right at Dale. He seemed to be in that world he usually moves in - inhaling any bad karma on the wind then exhaling peace. I thought to say something, but it was too serene of a moment to murk up with talk. Instead, I gave the farm one long look before darkness would envelope the fifty-acre homestead. You could see several houses from the pasture we meandered through, the homes of the old hippies/off-the-grid commune members now long empty. Dale had explained how back in Sage`s day everyone on Dew Fall pitched in to help with the farming and gardening, and all shared the bounty.
            It was a lovely little system. Pity the ideal never worked outside of the property boundaries of Sage`s farm. The real world did not move on harmony, cooperation, and the ideals of the sixties. It was dog eat dog, and those peace-loving pugs hadn`t stood a chance against the inner city Dobermans.
            "You`re frowning," Dale commented then opened the gate on the woven-wire fencing.
            "I was just thinking about how different it is here," I said as I stepped through the gate then ran my sight over the various barns and coops. The huge communal garden sat about fifty yards to our left, now covered with thick mulch in preparation for winter. "I've never seen a group of people working for a common goal like they used to do here. Even now, outside, in the mean real world, you and your fellow organic bohemians wouldn`t last a day," I stated as we walked to the big farmhouse Sage and Dale called theirs. It was in rough shape, and needed painted, but as soon as you stepped onto the front porch, you could feel something special radiating from it.
            "You really think that we're just herb-smoking lambs out here, don`t you?" he asked, stopping just this side of the front door.
            "Well, you have to admit that your way of thinking kind of lends itself to being devoured by people in power." I passed the empty milk pail from my left to right hand. Wren`s dirty yellow boots laid beside the front door. "If the zombie plague hit tomorrow, you and your peace loving friends would be the first to go."
            "Maybe you`re looking at things the wrong way," he offered. The overcast sky combined with the setting sun made the porch seem darker than it truly was. "Perhaps when society falls apart the people who were too busy being megalomaniacs to appreciate and harvest the earth gently will starve to death. It might be us herb-smoking lambs that enjoy the fruits of our labors and the graces bestowed upon us by the goddess."
            "The meek and the earth thing again, huh?"
            "Something like that."He pulled the front door open and a wonderful aroma billowed out on a warm cloud of heat. My belly roared as I inhaled garlic and basil. I hadn`t realized how cold my cheeks were until that hot air touched them. "Let`s wash up and eat. Your stomach sounds like it would appreciate some of Sage`s vegan bean sprout soufflĂ©. We can talk at length after the meal is done," he stepped into the light of the house, "and if you clean your plate I may even play a song for you."
            "A bribe from a beatnik," I giggled as I stepped inside as well. "How can any woman refuse?"
            "It is pretty tempting, isn`t it?" Dale winked, the door hinges creaking as the front door closed behind me. I could hear Wren and Sage talking in the old-fashioned kitchen.
            "It sure is," I replied earnestly.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tune

To wrap up our month of Elvis movie songs, I thought we would go with something the exact opposite of last week's smoldering song. I hope you enjoy Wooden Heart, a delightfully sweet song from The King.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Wood

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we the next issue in my historical M/M romance, Dear Jon, which is set in 1945. Every issue of this serial will be under 1500 words so they're quick reads.  Our word prompt today is 'Wood'. This story contains mature language and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering. 

Today's issue has a graphic gay sexual scene. 

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We left the radio on in the living room. The soft strains helped Andy sleep it seemed. In addition, it aided in setting the mood while helping to muffle the sounds of two men stealing a precious hour or two of pleasure.
Our clothes had been shed hastily. There was not much time to spare on seductive slow-paced strip teases. The lad could wake up at anytime, or a car could go past and spy my car hidden behind the low hanging pine boughs. Paranoia was a living breathing thing for men like Ross and me.
I arched upward, trying to take more of my lover inside of me. His mouthed covered mine; his hands clutched my wrists as he held my arms above my head. His chest rubbed over mine enticingly. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Ross growled low and deep, his teeth nibbling my lower lip. He released my wrists then sat back, nearly withdrawing from me.
“Take yourself in hand.” I trembled at the command then gripped my prick tightly. He nodded, grabbed my knees, pushed them into my chest, and then began to move in a rhythm that soon had me begging for more while pleading for him to stop. “Which is it?” Ross panted as we dallied dangerously close to the summit.
“Don`t stop,” I whimpered. He didn`t. We both exploded within a moment of each other, Ross reaching his release first. It was the sight of him finding his ultimate satisfaction that helped me tumble. We collapsed to his dark green coverlet, sweaty and covered with semen, arms and legs intertwined, and breathing labored. He grew flaccid and slid out. I bemoaned the loss. He kissed me quickly then pulled the sheet over our damp bodies. His big rough hand moved over my chest.
“Do you know how exciting your body is to me?” he asked raggedly, his fingertips finding a nipple that puckered at his touch.
“I think I have a pretty good idea.” I was fair-skinned, young, and possessed little body hair. “Would you like me to shave?” I had done so before for lovers and would gladly do so for Ross. He nodded then kissed me so passionately my toes curled like a recently prodded woolly bear caterpillar.
“Jon, no matter where this goes or what happens, I want you to know that I am madly in love with you.”
“Ditto,” I said as my fingers crept through his salt-and-pepper hair. “Think you`re up for another round before I take Andy home?”
“I really wish I could wake up next to you. Do you know how badly I desire that?”
“Yeah, I really do,” I sighed, grabbing a handful of hair then pulling his mouth to mine. Why waste time talking about things that could never be? Moonlight was burning and so was our passion for each other.


“I feel like a vampire.”
Andy looked at me curiously as we bounced into Hannity Hills.
“What`s a vampire?” he asked, his cheeks pink with health. So exhausted was I that I almost told him vampires were bats that sucked the blood from people that had to be killed with a wooden stake. Thankfully I didn`t. Who wanted the kid scared of brown bats?
“A vampire is a movie actor like Bela Lugosi,” I told him as we pulled into my lawyer’s office. Andy didn`t seem interested in such things. He climbed out of the car then took my hand, holding his wooden Trigger in his other hand. Miss Sourpuss the receptionist didn`t seem overly thrilled to see us. I sat down gingerly. Andy clambered into the stuffed chair next to me. I wondered if our lack of suit, tie, and Fedora was what was getting us the evil eye from the receptionist. We were clean, if not a little wrinkled. I needed to purchase an iron, but that had to wait. Flat broke meant no extras. Good thing Ross enjoyed feeding us.
We had barely gotten comfortable when we were told to go in. Attorney Bartlett was behind his desk, his pudgy fingers steepled, and his critical eyes sharp. We shook hands and then I told him why I was here.
“So you need someone to watch the boy while you`re working,” Bartlett smiled, the disapproving mood lifting as I conformed – I mean talked. “That shouldn`t be an issue. For a small fee I`m sure I can locate a willing housewife.”
“That would be fine,” I said eying his phone. “I`m going to fill out applications at several businesses in town, and with Mr. Coleman agreeing to sell my paintings for me in his shop I-”
Bartlett leaned into his desk. His stomach was too large for him to lean over it while seated.
“Mr. Porter, I surely cannot tell you who to befriend in Hannity Hills, but I would caution you about Ross Coleman.”
I sat slack-jawed. Andy made soft whinnies and snorts. Someone in the reception area sneezed.
“Uhm, why is that?” I inquired crossing one leg over the other than instantly changing my mind.
Bartlett looked at Andrew then me. “He`s a man well into his fifties who has never been wed. And you with a young boy to protect . . .”
“I`ll stop by before I leave town to find out about a babysitter. Thank you for your help. ” I grabbed my nephew by the arm and left, nodding at the grim woman at the desk as I passed. I could not get outside quickly enough. We drove to the shop. Andy was oblivious. I grabbed the completed landscape from the back seat, nabbed Andy as he dallied on the sidewalk, and rushed into the shop to find Ross laughing with an attractive young woman with dark hair.
“Hello, Mr. Porter!” Ross smiled, motioning me to join them. I did, my eyes darting from Ross to the blue-eyed woman then to the back room. “Mr. Porter, this is Miss Abigail Jenkins, our town librarian.”
“Pleasure,” I said with a nod of my head. “I brought the landscape. Perhaps we could take it into the storage room and discuss a suitable consignment plan?”
Ross studied me closely. “That would be fine. If you`ll excuse us for just a moment, Miss Jenkins?”
“Of course.” She smiled warmly. Andy had found the stash of other handcrafted toys and was seated on the floor behind the cash register. Miss Jenkins sauntered off to browse. We slid into the backroom but left the door cracked in case Andrew called.
“Ross, the people of this town know about you,” I whispered as he took the oil from me.
“I know,” he said, tipping his head left then right as he drank in the painting. I blinked several times. Ross glanced at me. “You look stunned.”
“I am. I`m stunned that you`re not worried about it.”
“They don`t know anything, all they have are suspicions and as long as I keep my nose clean-”
“Clean as in having my car parked at your house every night?”
“Jon,” he whispered, turning to peek through the cracked door then giving me a hard look, “you need to calm down. Suspicions are just that, suspicions. I`ve heard the whispers for years. How you heard them is the question.”
“I was talking to Bartlett about selling some paintings in your store. He cautioned me to make sure I protect Andrew from you.”
The thunder and lightning erupted in his stormy eyes when I passed that horrid detail along. I wanted to hold him and rain kisses along his sternly set jaw. I folded my arms over my chest instead.
“I won`t even dignify that disgusting comment with a reply. We do need to make the fog a bit denser though. Miss Jenkins! I`ve just discovered something I think you`ll be pleased to hear!”
I stared at Ross`s wide back as I fumbled along behind him, lost as a man could be. Miss Jenkins came bustling over. She wore her frock nicely. Ross took her hand and placed it in mine.
“Mr. Porter has just said that he was grievously disappointed not to have a date for the dance at the community center this Saturday. Would you be willing to go with him?”
Miss Jenkins blushed prettily and bobbed her head. I felt my hand grow cold as it cradled her feminine one.

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


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Author/Book Spotlight - Beverly Ovalle's Stealing Hope

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TITLE – Stealing Hope SERIES – A Dragon’s Fated Heart #1 AUTHOR – Beverly Ovalle GENRE – Erotic Paranormal Romance LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 165 pages PUBLISHER – Ardent Books

Stealing Hope will be on sale for $.99 from January 22- 27!


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The apocalypse has come and gone.
Those who survived learned to adapt.
Dragons awaken to once again reign over the skies.
Upon eruption of a volcano, Ari awakens to a changed world, and a knowing that his dragon's mate is near. He saves her twice—once as a dragon, and again as a man—and wins her confidence.
Hope cried out, moaning, “just change me with pleasure?”
Hope is restless and unfulfilled until she meets Ari, the man of her fantasies. The sensual tension between them heightens with every touch. When their passion explodes, Hope gets pulled into the dragon's mating ritual...and into a world of erotic sensation she never dreamed existed but now cannot live without. The dragon binds his mate to him with a ritual that shows Hope her true nature in this humorous erotic romance.


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She heard Crag snickering somewhere behind her. She turned and splashed at him too. “I would have saved you. If you’d quit splashing and stand up, you’ll see you could stand.” Ari frowned suddenly. “Oh no. You can’t stand with your leg.” He started toward her and Hope pushed deeper into the water. “Leave me be.” She began treading water, deep enough that she didn’t have to put weight on her leg. Ignoring both of them, she sank under water to get her hair out of her face. When she popped out Hope screamed. Ari was right there, grinning at her. “What the heck?” “I was just making sure you were okay.” His eyes twinkling at her. No way was she falling for that, no matter how attractive it made him. “And I brought you the soap. How will you get clean without it?” “Fine. Give me the soap.” Ari held it back out of her reach. “No. You’ll drop it out here.” Hope growled at him. Yes, she sure did. Hope didn’t know quite how to take his teasing, if he was teasing. Ari laughed. “You can come in closer and I’ll help hold you while you wash or I can wash you here while you float.” Hope didn’t answer, but she swam in closer to shore. No way was she letting him run his hands all over her.


Ari: Male dragon, black scales tipped with blue and golden eyes. When he changes Ari has black hair, golden eyes and stocky muscular body that he doesn’t mind showing off. Outgoing with a wicked sense of humor, He has one thing on his mind, his mate. He’ll do anything to make her his, especially if it involves getting naked. He runs on the theory that it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission.
Hope: Human, for the moment. Fated mate to Ari. She can’t seem to resist him and doesn’t understand why. She is self-sufficient, providing her family with meat from hunting and trapping small game. She is fearless and has no problem rescuing herself. She loves to play though she hasn’t had a lot of that in her life as her family focuses on survival. Family is all important to her.


Beverly Ovalle dabbled with writing on and off for years when her best friend finally dared her to submit a story to a writing contest. Beverly decided she had nothing to lose and since she’d always wanted to be an author sent it in and agonized for months waiting to hear back. Contract in hand she has never looked back.
Beverly has been obsessed with dragons and romance since she was a young girl, collecting dragon books and reading everything she could find on them even down to the care of real life dragons. She’s always been slightly panicked that the world as we know it will end, so has prepped for it, haunting survivalist pages and prepper projects she felt she needed in the event SHTF.
An avid fan of all romance, Beverly’s goal is to share her love of the written word and write the hot and erotic romances that she enjoys. She writes what she loves to read and it was only a matter of time before her obsessions crept into her writing for her to share. She hopes you enjoy her tales as much as she loves writing them.
A Navy Veteran, Beverly has traveled around the world and the United States enabling her to bring her settings to life, meeting and marrying her husband of twenty five years along the way for her own romance. Reading romances since the fourth grade she’s followed as the genre changed and spread into the vast cornucopia of romance offered today.



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Sunday, January 24, 2016

Snippet Sunday

Hello and welcome back for another Snippet Sunday! 

If you were or are in the path of the snowy weather I hope you're staying safe and warm. I've got a little excerpt from the fourth Venom novel, Angle Play, for you today so perhaps that will help entertain anyone who is snowbound. In this book we get to know the Venom goaltender, Stephanie Huschuk, better. While Stephanie struggles to carry the burden of being the starting goalie, her attraction to Greg Blue Blanket, her goalie coach's divorced twin brother, is only adding to the weight the young woman carries. 

In this week's snippet Stephanie and the team captain, Alicia Avery, who you'll read all about when Twirly Girl comes out on March 2, share a small moment on the ice before Stephanie discovers a little surprise that lifts her morale greatly.

This excerpt is hot off the presses and has not been professionally edited. I've done my best to make it as tidy as I could but there may be some misplaced commas or other mistakes. Please be kind about any flubs you may find. When you're done reading today's snippet, skate on over to Cathy Brockman and Ellie Mack's blog to see what they've been up to recently. 


     "Is there any kind of problem here?" Alicia asked after cruising behind my net. She gave the blue ice a quick look, saw that I had not gotten my shaved ice in its proper place yet, and slid gracefully into my crease. Her expression was serious.

      "Nope, all is good so you can erase your captain face and put your 'I got laid by a beatnik and I liked it' expression back on," Karrie said then skated off to torment someone else.

      "She always has to have the last word," Alicia said with a shake of her head.

     "That's just Karrie," I replied as I cradled my water bottle. "We just had a little spat earlier that was completely on me, but everything is good now."

     "Okay, as long as it's been worked out amiably. We need to play as a cohesive unit. There are only twenty games left in the season and we need to win as many as we can or we'll miss getting a wild card slot."

     "We're aware."

     "Right, yes, of course you are. Sorry. "She blushed prettily then inhaled and exhaled. "All the yoga and meditation that I've done over the past few months can't quite dampen my need to captain."

     "We love how you captain. It's all good." I assured her once again then turned to stuff my bottle into the holder. Alicia rubbed my helmet as it rested on top of the net, gave me a smile, and then skated off to attend to someone else who needed some pep talking. I meant it when I had said we all loved her. She was the kind of captain this team needed. Lord knows we were struggling to put back-to-back wins together so any kind of upbeat message played well.

     I shoved my hand into the holder clipped to the back of the net and pulled out a small but crumpled piece of paper. I looked around the ice but no one seemed to be watching me. There was a real feel of a prank in the air but I went ahead and unfolded the thick vellum. The handwriting was bold and masculine.

     As I readied to leave home today, I thought of you and your struggle with the pressure of being in the limelight. It is a familiar one that I also had problems with at your age. Please know that if you ever wish to talk, I am but a phone call or short drive away. I wished to leave you with this quote from Herb Brooks in the hopes that it may inspire you--

     "You were born to be a player. You were meant to be here. This moment is yours."


       A prickle of tears teased my eyes. I sniffled, folded the paper neatly, and placed it inside my bra. If anyone skating past saw me playing with my boobs, they didn't say anything. I tapped the pipes with my stick twice then turned to face my teammates with determination burning in my breast. Maybe the loss of Brahms wouldn't ruin this practice after all. 


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Saturday, January 23, 2016

Have Fun in the Sun Party!

Looking for a fun way to spend a snowy Saturday? 

Come join me and fellow romance authors Jean Joachim and Kathleen Ball at the Have Fun in the Sun event today! The party starts at 11 am EST and runs until 7 pm EST so there will be plenty of time to drop in on the fun, games, and giveaways from all three authors. 

Hope to see you and your sandals there! smile emoticon

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Thursday, January 21, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tunes

Week number #3 in our month long Elvis movie tribute is one of the sexiest, and funniest, excerpts from one of his movies that I have ever seen.

Feel free to take a complimentary fan before watching this smoldering rendition of Relax.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Author/Book Spotlight - Holly J. Gills Innocence of Love

Innocence of Love

Release Day!
This book comes as part of a series!

Genre: Contemporary Romance with sexual tension
Published by: Holly J. Gill
Word count: 110.256

Two directions, one past

Lives tipped upside down.
Forgiveness and pain.
Love and respect.
Can two hearts heal?

Quote: ‘I never make promises I don’t keep!’


Calvin Edward’s life has been tipped upside down, never had he imagined encounter his first one true love. Only she held a massive secret from him for nine years— his son. His flesh and blood. How could have Sophie denied ever telling him about his child, now adopted to another family? Struggling with his emotions for Sophie, he has to deal with how to handle his son. Could he find it in his heart to forgive Sophie or is all lost?

Sophie Richards couldn’t believe the turn of events— how could the man who saved her turn out to be her first partner? Now the truth is out, her secrets discovered and finally she shared all her pain, never to have imagined the one man who showed her true care and affection is the father to her first child. She loves him, only Calvin resents her. How could she ever say sorry?


“I don’t hate you…I would never hate you. I just wish you had come to me, I would’ve helped you. I would certainly not have seen you out on the street or allowed you to have him adopted.”

“Calvin, please don’t.” Her eyes filled with tears. Her heart ached to his kindness that she really didn’t deserve.

“I want to be here to support you and Kacey.”

Sophie snapped her head to glare at him. “She isn’t yours.” He stared back at her horrified. His lips pressed firmly together, eyes peering harshly at her. She swallowed heavily and could feel her heart being ripped out of her chest. “Sorry,” she managed to say feeling larger knots in her tummy.

“I just want to help you.”

“You don’t need to.”

“I want to. Regardless!”

With that, Calvin stood.

She watched him walk away, heading toward the main building indecisive if to chase after him to explain. So fed-up of allowing her mouth to run away with her, but the truth was Kacey wasn’t his to worry about.

Sophie allowed him to go. She hitched her breath, aching in every limb.

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Author Bio

Holly is a wife, mum of three grown up and not starting to flee their nests she's also a proud nana to twins. Holly lives in England a town called Grimsby. The J in her name stands for Jody. She enjoys spending quality time surrounded with her family. Her and hubby have a secret hideaway for peace and quiet in a sweet idyllic campsite where they like to pitch a tent close to York one of her favourite cities. Holly also likes touring around the UK, sight-seeing, visiting stately homes and castles. Her hobbies are reading, writing, socializing and listening to music.
Writing is where Holly’s heart is… 

Where to find Holly

Books available from Holly J. Gill

Erotic Romance series


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