Saturday, May 26, 2018

What's better than marrying a billionaire? #RomCom #ReleaseBlitz #Pregnancy

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You know what's even better than marrying a billionaire? Having his baby.

We're ready. We've studied and planned, read all the birth and labor books, researched parenting classes, consulted our schedules, and it's time.

And by we I mean me.

Declan's just ready for the "have lots of sex" part. More than ready.

But there's just one problem: my husband and his brother have this little obsession with competition.

And by little, I mean stupid.

That's right.

We're not just about to try to bring a new human being into the world.

We have to do it better, Faster, Stronger.


McCormick men don't just have babies.

They engage in competitive billionaire Babythons.

I thought the hardest part about getting pregnant would be dealing with my grandchild-crazed mother, who will go nuts shopping for a billionaire's baby.


Between conception issues, my mother's desire to talk to the baby through a hoo-haw cam, a childbirth class led by a drill sergeant and a father-in-law determined to sign the kid up for prep school before Declan even pulls out, my pregnancy has turned out to be one ordeal after the other.

But it's nothing -- nothing -- compared to the actual birth.

Shopping for a Billionaire's Baby is the newest book in Julia Kent's New York Times bestselling romantic comedy series and is a 400+ page full-length novel.


This conception stuff has you thinking. Philosophically, I mean,” Andrew notes, suddenly paying close attention to me.

Of course. It’s powerful.”

How? It’s just sex.”

I snort. “I thought so, too. Until I had sex where I tried to get her pregnant on purpose.”

Vince, Gerald, and Andrew all take a step closer to me.

Bareback,” Vince whispers, like the word itself is holy.

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About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three sons in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.

Release blitz organized by Writer Marketing Services.

Friday, May 25, 2018

Ensemble Erotica - #Characters #AmWriting #ComingSoon @Archer_Larry

More Brides in Vegas cover

A few days ago, my fellow author Larry Archer accused me of writing mindless sex. I have to protest. Yes, my soon-to-be-released tale More Brides in Vegas does have a lot of sex, maybe even more than the book whose story it continues (Hot Bridesin Vegas). However, it’s anything but mindless.

Like the previous novella, More Brides is what you might “ensemble erotica”. There are lots of characters—some familiar from the previous book and some new—and the story is told from multiple points of view. And let me tell you, keeping track of all these horny people—where they are, who they’re with, what they’ve seen, and what they’ve been doing—demanded a lot of my attention. Each of the characters has different kinks and interests. There also quite a few family relationships (but don’t worry, there’s no incest. Not that I wasn’t tempted...) Maybe some authors of smut wouldn’t care about consistency, but alas, I do.

So sometimes as I was writing, even though I was turned on (that’s how I can judge the story’s quality!), I also had something of a headache.

The book is set in a vintage nineteen eighties style motel, like the Holiday Inns that studded the western U.S. when I was in grad school. The place is arranged around a courtyard area, with a swimming pool in the middle, a retractable dome above, and rooms with patios around the edges. Various scenes take place in different regions of this space—some in the hotel rooms themselves, but others out in full view. It was important to consider who could see (and hear) what was going on at different points in time.

I couldn’t afford to lose any of the characters, either. I mean, it’s just plain annoying when a bodacious babe shows up in Chapter 3, gets down and dirty, and then you never see her again.

Finally, even though this story really isn’t intended to be serious, I did want my characters to show some development, mostly as they realize fantasies they’d never shared or even realized they had. So I needed a certain symmetry in the sex scenes. Just any old partner and any old activity wouldn’t do.

In short, I did a lot of thinking while writing this story. It’s definitely smut, but I defy anyone to say it was mindless!

More Brides in Vegas should be out in early June. Around the same time, Larry will be publishing his next opus, a full length novel entitled Crashing a Swinger’s Pajama Party. We actually started writing that one together, in alternating chapters, but my constant focus on details and consistency rapidly drove Larry crazy!

Meanwhile, if you missed Hot Brides in Vegas, get your copy today, so you’ll have all the juicy back story clear in your mind when More Brides hits the shelves!

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Some volunteer.... others are chosen - #Fantasy #Giveaway @Bears_Goose1

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Asta heard about King Torvald's crusade and watched her people fortify the town's defenses, but she never imagined foreign invaders would come to her peaceful shores. In one fateful night, she loses everything she holds dear and somehow gains the favor of the warrior god. Has he given her the tools she needs for revenge or does he have a greater plan in store?


Why did you help me?” I asked. “I have nothing to give in return. You must have known that.”

Bryn smiled softly. “A very wise woman once said, ‘A world without kindness is a dark and hopeless place.’ And that isn’t the kind of world I wish to live in.”

My eyes stung with the coming of new tears.

Viggo rolled his eyes and turned to leave. “I’ll see you at dinner, Bryn.”

Until then,” Bryn said over his shoulder. His glowing eyes fell on my face again. “What’s your name?”


I would like to hear your story, if you are willing and able to tell it, Asta.”

I rubbed my face against the blanket. “You won’t like it.”

We are rarely fond of the truth,” Bryn said with a shrug. “Tell me anyway.”

About the Author

Becca Fox was that strange girl in high school, who always seemed to have her nose in a book. She didn’t talk much because, more often than not, she was daydreaming about different fantasy worlds. During class, under the guise of taking notes, she wrote scenes for her works in progress.

Becca is a bit more social now but still enjoys reading, writing, and daydreaming. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, a fat orange tabby cat, and a forever-puppy. She has published three books to date, I Dare You to Love Me (a young adult romance), In the Dark (a new adult paranormal romance), and Asta and the Barbarians (a new adult fantasy.)


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Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Book Hooks: Necessary Madness - #MFRWHooks #MM #Paranormal #Giveaway

My hook today comes from my M/M paranormal erotic romance, Necessary Madness. This book borrowed quite a bit from my personal experiences. It’s set in western Massachusetts, where I lived for many years. It also draws on my recollections of the psychiatric hospital where I spent three months as a teen due to my anorexia.

It’s a pretty intense novel, overall, as I think you’ll gather from the hook below, which comes from Chapter One.


Nineteen year old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes that he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob's own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating.

Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man -- an attraction that appears to be mutual. When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness. 


The Hook

First came the flames. Then, the screams. Each cry was distinct to Kyle’s ears—the men’s hoarse yells, the women’s shrieks, the inarticulate wails from the infants. He couldn’t see them, not yet. Sooty smoke billowed up, hiding the plummeting bodies, making his eyes sting. Orange tongues of fire pierced the black cloud. The cries grew louder as the heat intensified.

He took a big swig of cheap vodka. The bottle was already half empty. His head spun and he knew he couldn’t stand, but the awful screams still rang in his mind.

Please, he thought. No more. I can’t take any more. Let me pass out soon. He drank again, his gut churning as the raw liquid splashed into his empty stomach.

He tried to focus on the present—the rough stone pressing against his back, the chill wind biting through his ragged jacket, the faint smell of urine that filled the passageway under the highway. Useless. The sensations of the real world seemed thin and frail, powerless to overcome the horrible scenes in his head.

Every time, it got worse. It took more alcohol to remove him to that state of blissful oblivion. I’m adapting, just like any drunk. Before long, I’ll need a whole bottle to drown out the visions. Eventually, it will kill me. The thought was a relief.

The spells came more frequently these days, and not just during his waking hours. Nightmares stalked him, full of bloody flesh and torn limbs, searing fire or icy floods. He’d claw his way back to consciousness, howling like an animal, trying to escape. He’d been kicked out of every shelter in the city. He upset the other residents too much.

He could always go back to the hospital. Thorazine didn’t completely smother the visions, but it deadened the emotional impact. He could sit for hours, watching disasters play themselves out on the screen of his mind, and not care.

It worked for a while, but then he always ended up signing himself out again. As painful as consciousness was, it was better than the half-life of being drugged. At least, that was what he told himself, on the good days when his curse was in remission. The staff looked relieved when he left. Even the professionals had trouble dealing with his ‘hallucinations’.

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I haven’t done a giveaway in a while... so I’ll gift an ebook copy of this full-length novel to one person who leaves a comment. Don’t forget to include your email address, so I can find you!

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And please do visit the other authors who are participating in today’s blog hop. You’ll find their links below.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Review Tuesday: Alien Contact for Idiots by Edward Hoornaert - #sciencefiction #romance #ReviewTuesday

Alien Contact for Idiots by Edward Hoornaert
Amazon Digital Services, 2015

I adored Ed Hoornaert’s Rescuing Prince Charming, the most recent book in the Alien Contact for Idiots series, so when I saw that the first installment was free on Instafreebie, I snagged a copy.

This novel helped fill in a lot of the back story from the later book. In particular, Prince Charming has numerous references to bad boy Prince Reese Eaglesbrood’s older brother, King Tro, and his Queen Elinor. Alien Contact for Idiots is their story.

Trying to escape the ecological catastrophe engulfing their alternate, future version of Earth, the Kwadrans—a felicitous mixture of Native American, Spanish, French and Chinese genetic material—succeed in transporting their entire country—a parallel universe version of Vancouver Island—to the present day. The sudden appearance of a huge land mass off the Pacific Northwest coast naturally causes great consternation worldwide. Rushing to get a jump on the competition, the president of the US sends xenobiologist Dr. Elinor Harmon to lead a team making first contact. Ell has dreamed of this opportunity her entire life, but the Kwadrans don’t exactly fit her expectations. For one thing, they can speak English. For another, their apparent leader Lontreau Eaglesbrood is such a smart, sexy hunk that she has a really difficult time keeping her mind on science.

Whisked away to a remote resort for multiple weeks of quarantine, Ell wrestles with her attraction to Prince Tro while trying to reassure her handlers and the world at large that the Kwadrans come in peace. Meanwhile, Tro struggles to maintain his power amid the fractious politics that characterize the many Kwadran clans. Even more of a challenge, he has to resolve the conflict between his royal responsibility to manipulate Ell for the good of Kwadra and the sympathy, admiration and love she inspires in him.

Ell’s daily television show, “Alien Contact for Idiots”, is intended to introduce the Kwadrans to the contemporary human race and convince the world that they’re no threat. The show is a tremendous success. When all the humans in quarantine fall ill with a virulent flu-like disease, however, it seems that a war with the Kwadrans is inevitable.

Once again, Ed Hoornaert has created a lively, humorous novel with vivid characters and a resourceful but slightly klutzy heroine. I particularly enjoyed his portrayal of the minor characters, including the oafish, profanity-loving Duke Insook and Tro’s overbearing mother, Princess Isabella. The penultimate chapter is a slapstick ensemble piece that pulls everyone into the tale, including Ell’s younger sister and mother.

It probably would have been better for me to read this book before Prince Charming, though. I found myself making frequent comparisons, and was struck by the similarities between the two. Also, since I already knew the story of Kwadra’s arrival, some of the effect of this first tale was spoiled.

As you probably know, I specialize in erotic fiction. One thing that impressed me about this novel was how skillfully the author wrote the sex scenes. Note that there’s no explicitly described sex in this book (or in Prince Charming) but the author still manages to convey what’s going on. The tension between Tro and Ell is palpable—as is their joy when they finally consummate their love. It takes talent to keep the bedroom door open and let you feel the characters’ arousal, while still keeping the prose PG.

Overall, Alien Contact for Idiots is another creative, funny, romantic story from “Mr. Valentine”. I know he’s almost finished with a new book in this series. I look forward to reading it.

Monday, May 21, 2018

Undercover Lovers - #transgender #LGBTQ #crime #erotic @sinfulpress @EllieBa3

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Released on May 18th 2018 from Sinful Press, Secrets and Spies is the new LGBT erotic crime novella by Ellie Barker, and is the first novella in the Undercover Lovers trilogy.

Starting life as Miss Blue Hair, a short piece from Sinful Press’s Sinful Pleasures anthology, Secrets and Spies follows the story of Nikolas, a bisexual police mole, and Sky, a transgender thief, as they work to infiltrate the local crime syndicate. Ellie Barker has created a fast paced and highly entertaining trilogy, with a diverse range of characters, various sexual encounters, and unconventional romance. In Bed with the Enemy and For Queen and Country, the remaining books in the trilogy, are due for release on June 15th and July 13th respectively.

Secrets and Spies is Amazon exclusive for a limited time before being released across all main platforms. It is available to read through Kindle Unlimited.


When Nikolas Jinsen, police mole, meets an unusual woman named Sky, he thinks he's just in for a night of pleasure. But he's soon pulled into a world of mafia dealings, stolen documents, hacked computers and kidnappings - not to mention a woman with a taste for exhibition, a Queen who demands payment in pleasure, and Sky herself; unusual, intoxicating, and wanting more than Nikolas may be willing to give.
Secrets and Spies is transgender erotica at its best.

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She’d undressed, and I was admiring her from behind, enjoying the faint curve of her hips and her definitely gropeable buttocks...I might have tested that on the way home. But it was as she stepped back and raised her arms above her head, lifting her bright blue hair, that I realised I’d seen her before.

She’d had shorter hair, then, as black as night. She’d been dressed in practical trousers and a t-shirt, and carrying a bag full of tools; an electrician’s apprentice, fixing lights in an office building. They’d been in and out before anyone had realised some rather valuable documents had been copied and somehow removed from the building despite the security.

I’d idly wondered if the maintenance crew I’d walked past had been involved. After all, it wasn’t a dissimilar cover to one that I’d occasionally employed for jobs...

Sky. Thief, seductress, gambler and heartbreaker. This slim, dark-eyed thing in my bed was that legend.

Well, I can’t refuse a chance to fuck a legend. I’d just have to discuss her previous activities with her when we’d finished this business.

That train of thought came to a very nice conclusion as she turned to me, lifting her arms and stretching, taking my open mouth and caught breath as appreciation. “Lost for words?”

I managed a smile. “I’ve never been one for talking when I could express my appreciation in...other ways.”

She fitted perfectly across my hips, her strong legs pressing on my thighs. I felt her cock slide against my stomach, leaving a wet trail in contrast to the warmth of the smooth skin. Her mouth pressed onto mine as I pulled her closer, and we spent a while like that, chests pushed together and skin sliding as my hands explored her body and her tongue teased mine, her long fingers winding into my hair.

All right, enough,” I said when it got too distracting, pushing her shoulders back a little to get some distance. “I want in you.”

About the Author

Ellie mostly writes short'n'dirty flash fiction and short erotic fiction in any genre going. She prefers vampires over werewolves, and is always hot for a rainy night.

You can find out more about Ellie over at, or follow her on Twitter as @EllieBa3

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Sunday, May 20, 2018

Charity Sunday: ALS Association - #LouGehrigsDisease #StephenHawking #CharitySunday

Welcome to another Charity Sunday at Beyond Romance. Once a month, I post about some cause or charity that I believe deserves our support. I also include an excerpt from one of my books. I invite visitors to leave comments. For every comment I receive, I donate one dollar to the charity of the month.

This month, I’m shining my light on the ALS Association. ALS stands for amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, a progressive neurodegenerative disease that affects nerve cells in the brain and the spinal cord. ALS is more popularly known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease, after the famous baseball player whose career it ended. Brilliant theoretical physicist Stephen Hawking, who died this past March, suffered from ALS for most of his life. It left him almost completely paralyzed. 


For me, though, Hawking is a figure of hope and inspiration. Despite his severe handicap, he managed to live a fuller and more productive life than many of us. I’m dedicating this post to him.

Hawking lived as long as he did at least partly due to continuing research on the mechanisms and management of ALS. That is the purpose of the ALS Association: to finance scientific investigation of both causes and therapies, and to support individuals suffering from the disease.

I often try to connect my Charity Sunday excerpts to the charity in question, but I don’t have any published stories with severely disabled heroes or heroines. The closest I can think of is my BDSM short story “Stroke”, which was published Please Sir: Erotic Stories of Female Submission (Cleis, 2010). Here’s a bit from that tale, about a half-paralyzed Dom who still has the ability to thrill a submissive.

"Look at me." His tone was softer but no less firm. I raised my eyes to his, which were the startling blue of glacial ice. I shivered and burned. "You're new, aren't you?"


"Yes, Sir," he corrected me. My nipples tightened inside my bra.

"Yes, Sir." Just his voice was enough to make me ache.

"What's your name?"

"Cassie, Sir. Cassie Leonard."

"Don't look away, Cassie. Look at me. Do you know who I am?"

"No, Sir. I just started at Lindenwood this week. Before that I was in the rehab department at Miriam Hospital."

"My slaves call me Master Jonathan."

My earlobes, my nipples, my fingertips, all seemed to catch fire. I wanted to sink through the floor. I didn't want him to see how his words excited me.

But he did see. I stared at my hands, knuckles white from gripping the rail.

"You have a boyfriend, don't you?"

"Yes, Sir, I do." An image of Ryan rose in my mind, his brown curls and uneven grin, muscled chest and hard thighs. I did love him, truly I did, with his quirky humor, his gentle fingers and his boyish ardor. He was a fine young man. My mother approved of him.

"He doesn't satisfy you." It was a statement, not a question. Tears of remembered frustration pricked the corners of my eyes. "Why not, Cassie? Is his cock too small?"

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with a stranger, a patient, a half-paralyzed man forty years older than I was. I stole a glance at Dr. Carver. His mouth was firm but his eyes sparkled with suppressed mirth.

"No, Sir. His cock is fine." Ryan was justifiably proud of his meaty hard-ons.

"What is it then? Is he a selfish lover? Does he come too quickly for you?"

Guilt washed over me. Ryan would happily spend hours licking my pussy and fingering me, trying to get me off. The only way I could manage it was to think about scenes from the kinky porn I hid from him. Whippings and spankings, gags and handcuffs, all the clich├ęs that I couldn't stop myself from wanting.

"Well? Tell me, Cassie. What do you need that he doesn't provide? What do you want?"

My mouth filled with cotton. I couldn't speak. I was acutely aware of my rigid nipples pressing against the starched fabric of my uniform. My clit pulsed like a sore tooth inside my sodden panties.

"Cassie, I'm waiting." His sternness sent electricity shimmering through my limbs. "Don't disappoint me."

I dared a glance at his face. His left eyelid drooped slightly. His eyes snared mine. I couldn't look away. One eyebrow arched in an unspoken question.

"I—um—I want him to, uh, to do things to me. That he doesn't want to do.” I tried to break away from his gaze, but the force of his will held me.

Things?” He sounded amused. A fresh wave of hot, wet shame swamped my body. “What sort of things?”

Uh—tie me up. Spank me. Use me. Treat me like his slave.” It all came out in a rush, the desires I'd never shared with anyone except Ryan. Even then, I'd only shown him the tip of the iceberg, the least perverted of my needs. “He wouldn't, though. He was shocked when I told him. Disgusted. Said that I had a filthy mind.” The tears that had gathered earlier spilled out over my cheeks.

I imagine that you do, little one, delightfully filthy.” His voice was a caress, soothing and seductive. “I knew that right away, just from your reactions to my voice. Your deepest desire is to submit to a strong master, isn't it?”

Yes—Sir.” I felt relief, now that I'd admitted my secret. He at least didn't seem to condemn me.

You want to be beaten and buggered, shackled to the bed and split open by a huge cock. You want to bath in your master's come, maybe even his piss. To be forced to service his friends.”

It was thrilling and horrible, listening to him enumerating my darkest fantasies out loud. My clit felt the size of a ripe plum, swollen and juicy, ready to burst. I nodded, still finding it difficult to expose myself so completely.

I will do those things for you, if you'd like.”

You?” The suggestion startled me enough that I forgot the honorific, but he seemed to forgive my lapse. I searched his handsome, ravaged face. “How...?”

Don't underestimate me, girl. I may not be the Dom I once was, but I can still make you burn for my touch. I can still make you beg.”

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