May 13

Prank Me by Kacey Hammell

Congratulations to Alaina!

I’m happy today to welcome back  Kacey Hammell and her new book, Prank Me. Although I haven’t had the pleasure of reading this book yet, I have read many other of her books, and they are always red hot reads.

To celebrate Kacey’s new release, I’m gifting a copy to a random commenter. So read about the book, and then tell me, have you ever pulled a prank on someone? Have you ever been pranked? Sound off in the comments and let’s hear your story!  The winner will be chosen May 23rd!

PrankMe_Hammell2PRANK ME

Kacey Hammell

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Quickie Short Story

ISBN # 9781419945007

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

 From zero to sixty … no amount of braking will stop this crash course with love.


Race car driver Lark Stevens agrees to help a close friend prove that paybacks can be a bitch. But what she doesn’t expect is to fall in lust with her mark. Or is he who she thinks he is?

Set on her mission, Lark assumes the mystery man who amps up the heat and pushes her heart into overdrive is her intended target. And once they connect, getting even is the last thing on her mind.

As the heat smolders and revs from zero to sixty in mere seconds, Lark realizes she’s on a crash course with love that no amount of braking will stop.

 Inside Scoop:  No holds barred sexual teasing, dances meant to titillate and push you over the edge, and M/F love scenes to get engines revving.


Buying Links:

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 Ellora’s Cave
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 Prank Me Excerpt © Kacey Hammell

A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Lark grinned. So the studmuffin wasn’t used to women who dressed like her. Good. Made it all the more fun to entice them.

“I’m sorry, am I in the wrong office?”

“You’re here to see Bobby, correct?” She knew he was, but didn’t want to give the game away.

“Yes I am.”

“Then you’re in the right place.” She drew open the sides of the belt keeping her jacket closed. Working it apart in deliberate slow motion to heighten anticipation, she again instructed, “Have a seat. I don’t bite.” She smirked. “Unless you ask me to.”

He watched her, eyes bulging as she pushed the material off her shoulders and laid it over Bobby’s desk.

Shock and uncertainty flooded his eyes but was quickly replaced with interest and heat as he took in her scantily clad body.

Good. She liked his full attention on her.

“I’m not sure what’s going on here. Are you Bobby’s secretary?” She opened her mouth to speak but he raised a hand and ushered her to hush. “I’ve never seen a secretary look like you.”

She laughed, ignoring his question about her identity, and winked at him as he sat in the chair in front of Bobby’s desk. “Oh this old thing?” She gestured to her red silk croptop, her black lace bra showing through, and her crimson leather skirt, which was so short her panties would surely show if she bent over. “Just something I threw on this morning.” She moved in front of him and leaned her ass on the desk.

He grinned and stared up at her. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh honey.” She retrieved her cell phone. “Ask not what you can do for me.” She pressed the music button and selected her dance playlist. “But what I can do for you.”

Strains of a bass guitar filled the room and vibrated to her soul, begging her to succumb to the seductive rhythm.

Hips bumping from side to side, the beat of the music thumped in time with her heart. Standing tall, legs spread parallel to her shoulders, she let her body move.

“Holy hell,” he mouthed, perching to the edge of his seat and gripping the low arms of the chair.

Yes, she had him now.

 About Kacey:

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in Screenshot 8:18:13 8:53 AMlove with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

 A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.

Apr 21

V-Card by Alicia Michaels

Thanks to everyone who stopped by. The winners of the drawing are Mary and Yadira. Congrats, ladies!

I’m pleased to be able to welcome New Adult, Romance author Alicia Michaels to the blog! I had the pleasure of reading this book before publication, and absolutely loved it. So, I’m giving away two copies, ‘cuz that’s just how I roll when I find a book I love. Take a peek at it, leave a comment, and I’ll choose a the winners on April 28th via

Excerpt from V-Card

                My mission? To lose my stupid virginity by my twenty-first birthday … which is in two months. I can’t very well go into the next phase of adulthood with my v-card. How can I honestly call myself a “woman” if I fidget, wheeze, and just about have a heart attack at even the thought of intimacy? Any guy I date is going to wonder what the hell is wrong with me.
So, it’s happening. I’m not sure when, or with who since I’m not dating anybody, but I’m determined not to see twenty-one without shedding that one last thing keeping me at girl-status.
Drastic, much? I don’t think so. Maybe if you knew some of my history, you wouldn’t either. First, there was Jeremy . . .
My first attempt was as seventeen years old, senior year. It was like something out of a cheesy movie, making out in the back of a car after Homecoming at Lookout Point. Okay, so the place isn’t called Lookout Point, but The Ridge is a cliff overlooking my small Texas hometown and people do go there to make out. Me and Jeremy had been dating for six months lifetime in TDT. That ís Teenage Dating Time, by the way.
Anyway, things were getting pretty hot and heavy. The windows were steamed up and we had collapsed on to the backseat in a tangle of writhing arms and legs. Jeremy had me topless and was pretty much in teenage-dude heaven. I mean, I don’t want to brag or anything, but I’ve got some pretty nice boobs. Not too big or anything; average size, but almost the perfect shape and symmetry. Although, with the lack of finesse Jeremy showed in handling them, I doubt he would have cared if one was three sizes bigger than the other, or if my nipples were two different colors.
That familiar tingle of horny teenage hormones was tearing me up inside, turning me into a panting, thoughtless animal. I guess that natural high was what made me bold enough to attempt my first B.J. I mean, how hard could it be? It’s not exactly rocket science.
At least, I didn’t think it was. Apparently there is a science to it, especially when you wear braces. In my enthusiasm, I might have gone in a little too hard. I slipped, my face landed in his lap, and I almost unmanned him. To be fair, the wound was superficial, but there was so much blood you’d have thought someone was stabbed to death in the back of that car.
After dropping Jeremy off at the emergency room, I pretty much ended our relationship by ignoring him until graduation. He didn’t seem to mind. After I mutilated his man-parts, I doubt he would have felt safe getting in the sack with me without some major life insurance.
Let’s see, my next attempt came during my first semester of college, just a few months after my eighteenth birthday. Somehow, I managed to catch the eye of a teacher’s aide. He was a graduate student working on his Master’s in Education. While he was officially considered ‘faculty’, the age gap wasn’t that much and he was too gorgeous for me to be put off with teacher vibes. Slender with long legs and broad shoulders, ginger colored hair and green eyes peeking out from behind sleek, rectangular glasses. Alistair: even his name was sexy.
We traded a lot of smoldering looks across the classroom. Those looks turned into short conversations in passing. Some flirtations where our hands touched as we exchanged papers. One of those hand-touching exchanges led to me being propelled into an empty classroom.
Once again, the moment played out like something from a film. Alistair grabbed my ass and pulled me up against him, his lips crashing down over mine in a seductive move that left me swooning like an idiot. We tore at each others clothes, and as soon as he had my pants off, he lifted me and threw me onto a desk.
And right onto a stapler.
You’re probably thinking the two staples I took to my left butt cheek would have been enough to end it, but apparently I’m a glutton for punishment.
“I’m okay, really,” I told him, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Yeah?” he asked, his smile crooked and sexy as he swept the contents of the desk aside to avoid any more injuries. “I’ve wanted this forever,” he said, his mouth tracing a path from my neck and down to places that made my toes curl. My only response was a whimper, as I allowed him to lay me back, struck dumb by his sex appeal as he rested his weight over mine on the desk.
This resulted in another trip to the E.R.
Who’d have thought those classroom desks were so flimsy? It splintered as if it were made of matchsticks, dropping me to the floor, where I cracked the back of my head open on the tiles. A concussion and a few staples were enough to dampen that encounter. Luckily, Alistair did a good job covering up what we’d been about to do and no one was the wiser. When no one questioned his story about how he’d perched on top of the desk I’d been leaning against, causing it to collapse, we were in the clear. I probably could have had a chance with Alistair after that if I’d wanted it. Especially if the longing looks he threw my way were any indication. However, by then I was so freaked out about sex, I just couldn’t bring myself to allow him to get me alone. At the end of the semester, he graduated and I never saw him again.
After that, I decided my first time was going to have to be more vanilla to avoid injury. Good ole missionary position, laying on a bed sex Ö that was the way to do it. My braces were long gone and office supplies couldn’t impale me.
The chance came my sophomore year when I met Geoff, a moody, brooding art student. He was sexy in a less obvious way. Thin, long, and tall, with an ethereal face framed by inky black hair. He drew pictures of me and called me his muse. He was a total weirdo, but in an artsy sort of way. At least, I thought it was only in the artsy sort of way. He had me fooled for about four months and I thought I we were on our way to a long lasting relationship. That was before he got me half naked in his room and proceeded to try to tie me to the bed with a set of very scary looking leather straps. I donít think I even bothered to get dressed before I ran, screaming for the hills.
After that I pretty much gave up. There have been a few guys I was interested in, and even a couple of great first dates and kisses. Just a month ago, I went on a date with a guy from my Sociology class. He was cute, funny and, most importantly normal. Just the kind of guy I wouldn’t mind giving my virginity to. Unfortunately, when our kisses started to turn in to something more, the twitching and wheezing started and I panicked. If I’m not careful I’m going to develop a reputation for this crap.
No, actually, I’m not.
I’m not, because I’m determined to just power through and do it.
The countdown is on.
60 days.
Oh God, I think I’m going to barf.



Author’s Website | GoodReads

Jennifer Nolan has been unlucky when it comes to love; even more unfortunate when it comes to sex. In fact, the twenty year-old college junior is about to enter her senior year still carrying her v-card. All she wants is to be with that special someone without it resulting in a trip to the emergency room, runaway office supplies, or being scarred for life by someone’s weird fetishes. With several botched attempts under her belt, she begins to fear she’ll end up a lonely spinster or a crazy cat lady.

With only 60 days until her 21st birthday, Jennifer is determined to lose her virginity once and for all. Little does she know that her mission will lead her down a path toward love. She never expects that her mission will lead her to a discovery of what true womanhood is, and where true and lasting love begins.


Alicia Michaels

About Alicia Michaels
Ever since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is more than happy to call that place her home. The mother of two and wife to an Army sergeant loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family. | Facebook | Twitter | Blog | GoodReads | Amazon



Mar 31

Reading order for the Angels of Affection Series


After police officer Jeff Waters’ wife leaves him, a darkness descends over him, causing anger and hate to to rage within. His self-control is tested both on and off the job, putting his life, as well as the lives of others, in jeopardy.

Liam and Adela, two former Angels of Death, have been reluctantly transformed into Angels of Affection – those angels who help humans fall in love – to assist in the war against the hate taking over  Earth and the self-destructive nature of humans.

Their first assignment: helping Jeff Waters find love and saving him from the darkness threatening to overtake him.






The next assignment for Angels of Affection, Liam and Adela, takes them to snowy Lake Tahoe, California. As they Forgiven final coversearch for the next people they are to help fall in love, they are told they will be receiving some assistance from a third angel.

Adela believes she has found their next mission as she watches an argument between a man and woman in the cabin across the way. As Liam and Adela work to bring the couple back together, a series of dramatic events tears the angels apart, and sends Liam to Eternity—a place with no beginning and no end.

As Liam’s past and present collide and Adela struggles on Earth with the fallout from the events, it becomes very apparent that things aren’t always what they seem, and sometimes an angel needs to realize  the answers are right in front of him.




Mar 28

Angels of Affection – Book 2 – Forgiven

Forgiven final cover

The next assignment for Angels of Affection, Liam and Adela, takes them to snowy Lake Tahoe, California. As they search for the next people they are to help fall in love, they are told they will be receiving some assistance from a third angel.

As she watches an argument between a man and woman in the cabin across the way, Adela believes she has found their next mission. As Liam and Adela work to bring the couple back together, a series of dramatic events tears the angels apart, and sends Liam to Eternity—a place with no beginning and no end.

As Liam’s past and present collide and Adela struggles on Earth with the fallout from the events, it becomes very apparent that things aren’t always what they seem, and sometimes an angel needs to realize the answers are right in front of him.


Excerpt 2014 by Carly Fall

The snow fell silently among the majestic trees, blanketing them and the earth below them in puffs of white. The air was as still as death, and Liam knew once he could breathe it in, his lungs would fill with iciness only a winter storm could bring. His breathing would hitch as he sucked in the frigid air, and his lips would feel like two small blocks of ice. His nose would become numb, his cheeks would burn while his body shook, and his skin crawled with goose bumps.


“I hate being cold,” Liam mumbled as he touched down on the deck of a house on the shores of Lake Tahoe, California. His boots were immediately swallowed up by snow up to his mid-calf.

The redwood structure sat tucked among the looming pine trees; its floor-to-ceiling windows covered in blinds, and there had to be at least a foot of God-forsaken snow.

As an Angel of Death turned into an Angel of Affection, he had just landed for his next assignment. Adela folded her large black wings at her back. Evangeline did the same to her white wings.

“I don’t really remember the sensation of being cold,” Adela replied, tossing her long, golden hair over her shoulder.

Adela had been put to death during the Salem Witch Trials in 1692 and had been an Angel of Death ever since. Their last assignment was in a town called Litchfield Park, just outside of Phoenix, Arizona. It had been a balmy eighty degrees there.

As Angels of Death, both Adela and he were unable to feel the weather elements. It was like being wrapped in bubble wrap, or cocooned from the outside world. They were observers on Earth, not participants. As Angels of Affection, they became human again and felt everything a human would: the weather, hunger, the need for sleep, and the hundreds upon hundreds of mundane things humans took for granted. For instance, the sun against his skin while in Arizona had been as sweet as a lovers’ caress. However, he noted that humans didn’t think twice about it.

“Let’s hurry inside. Your transformation will take place quickly,” Evangeline said, ghosting through the sliding glass door. Adela followed, and Liam brought up the rear.

They ended up in a living room with red cloth couches in front of a large, stone fireplace and a thick, white rug covering the hardwood floor. A stack of wood was piled next to the fireplace, waiting to be lit and warm the room.

Liam began to feel the changes of turning from an angel to a human. The crisp cool nighttime air brushed against his skin, the smell of pine channeled into his nose. Little aches and pains in his knees and shoulder whispered hello, and his stomach rumbled with hunger.

There was a burning sensation as his wings disappeared, and as he stretched his back, he felt the pull of the six crystals where his wings had been, three on each side of his spine right between his shoulder blades.

He glanced over at Adela, who was shivering. “We should get some warmer clothes on,” Liam said, glancing down at his leather pants and vest.

“It is just like your last assignment,” Evangeline said, ignoring him and going in to full overseer mode. “This house was for rent, and it is close to your next target. The Creator made sure that all of your needs are provided for. Please, go find your rooms and get dressed so that you are comfortable.”

Liam followed Adela down the hall, their combat boots thumping against the wooden floor with each step.

Adela stepped into the first bedroom. Liam leaned against the doorjamb as she went through the dresser drawers. A double bed with a green and yellow quilt looked cozy, and Liam yawned. Clothes, food, and bed were the order things were going to be accomplished in tonight.

“This is my room,” Adela said with a grin, shutting the top drawer. “Unless you suddenly prefer pink, silky undergarments.”

Liam smiled. As Angels of Death, Adela and he tended to trade a lot of insults and barbs. One of his favorite things had been seeing if he could get a rise out of her, and every now and then he thought he had succeeded. Now they were partners in this whole Angels of Affection business—the business of helping people fall in love—and their relationship had changed a little. Adela had been dead for over three centuries, and she needed his help to survive as a human in this world. When they had first started with their mission, she didn’t know how to work any of the appliances in a house. Sure, she had seen these things as she delivered souls to their final resting place, but it was one thing to observe something and another to actually utilize it. As he had only been dead five years, he knew his way around a kitchen She relied on him, and he really liked that.

“I’ll keep my kinky fetishes to myself,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Besides, I bet pink, silky undergarments look much better on you than they do on me.”




Feb 19

Renewing Romance Anthology

RenewingRomance-1600pxI’m very excited to be a part of this anthology! I’ve joined together with other best-selling and award winning authors to bring you five sexy stories!

Get your fill of Contemporary and Paranormal stories. Whether you prefer strong shifters, brooding angels, hot guys paired with hot rods, or sweet stories with a time travel twist, this anthology of five titles is sure to give you your fix.

**Contains stories of all heat levels, from sweet to smokin’ hot!**


Tiger Time by Marissa Dobson

Tabitha Leigh she lived a quiet life, unaware danger stalked her until Ty Reynolds showed up at her door with unbelievable news. Now that her destiny has been revealed, she’s Queen of the Tigers with a bounty on her head she must embrace her future and her mate or it will be the end of everything she’s just come to know and hadn’t realized she needed.


Yesterday’s Kiss by Carly Fall

During a mining tour on vacation in Bisbee, Arizona, Maggie Ramos encounters a miner claiming to be her dead husband from a hundred years ago. His determination to prove that their love was real takes her on a journey vacillating between the present and the early 1900s, leaving Maggie to wonder if she is losing her sanity or really encountering her one true love from the past.


69 Mustang by Kacey Hammell

Revved and Ready for passion, heat sizzles between two friends…
For Hayley Fitzgibbon, the heat wave blanketing her small town is nothing compared to the inferno inside her whenever she looks at her best friend, Rory. On the night of his parents’ anniversary party, she no longer resists her burning desire and makes it known how much she wants him. Secluded under a willow tree, down a lover’s lane, she’s revved and ready to claim her man on the top of his ’69 Mustang.


Tempted by Elise Marion

Messenger angel Sarah is focused, dedicated to the cause of heaven in the war against hell. For centuries she has watched other angels succumb to temptation and has vowed to never become one of the ‘Fallen’ angels. Jackson Bennett is alone in the world. Even his dreams are haunted by the faces of those who have lost their lives because of the former Army sergeant. He feels lost, purposeless, until an encounter with an angel reveals the secret purpose that he was made for. Sarah is the only person who seems to understand the darkness and pain that have enveloped his heart; she is the only person capable of driving them away.


An Eternity of Roses by Natalie G. Owens

“…’Til the end of my life, I shall belong to you as your husband.” In 1807, this is the promise Adrian makes to Emmaline before they are pulled apart by an evil curse. As the world changes and chaos brews, Emmaline’s fate becomes linked with the Valthreans, a group of immortals who face a deadly enemy that threatens their existence. When she finally finds her man, the nightmare is far from over. Will true love survive the odds—over space and time?




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