You Could WIN Naughty Sins of a Saint by @TianaLaveen at the Trick or Treat Halloween #Giveaway

Hey there, winners! I hope everyone’s having a fabulous weekend so far.

Check out what you could win at the Sam Cheever Trick or Treat Halloween Giveaway; the bestselling novel by the very talented Tiana Laveen, Naughty Sins of a Saint.

I don’t know about you, but that title alone speaks to me in naughty ways. 😉

Naughty SinsDr. Saint Aknaten is anything but ordinary. From his unique ethnic makeup, the product of a North Korean mother and Egyptian father, to his career as a sex therapist and public speaker, his life is filled with excitement, tragedy, oddities, and lust-filled company. He hails from New York City, but his influence doesn’t stop there. Saint is internationally known. Toggling between holistic ideologies and gritty X-rated teachings, he captures male audiences everywhere as he preaches his controversial, racially driven philosophy – that all non-Black men should pursue Black women. Regardless of his magnetic ability to attract droves of women wherever he steps foot, Saint is desperately on the hunt for just one whom he has pet-named his “goddess.” His search comes to an unanticipated end as he conducts an interview with the outspoken and beautiful radio personality, Xenia Donnellson, an air-waves sensation from Los Angeles. Making Xenia see things his way becomes a challenge that he is more than willing to accept. Xenia succumbs to the hypnotic charms of Saint’s addictive essence, but not without invisible nemeses hanging in the wind, waiting for a chance to strike. Saint will do anything and everything to protect his “queen” including confronting his suppressed fear that he possesses unwanted psychic abilities. Can Saint overcome all and finally obtain the peace he has long sought after? Only time will tell.

Xenia rolled her eyes. “That’s my other issue with you and this brief time together. You’re always on the freakin’ phone. You told me this weekend would be just you and me. You said I’d have this time to get to know you better, and we could do whatever I wanted. You’re too busy for a damn relationship! This is ludicrous. I know you’re busy, and hell, so am I, but…”

“Shhh!” Saint waved her off, looking perturbed, causing his thick, dark eyebrows to bunch up . “Hey, T-Rex, can you do me a favor? Where can I get a marriage certificate this time of night?”

“What the hell?” Xenia said as she stood up. Everyone turned around and looked at her. She smiled and waved as embarrassment spread across her face. “Just conducting an interview, everyone.” She sat back down and covered her face with her hand.

“OK, thanks. Meet me back at the hotel in twenty,” Saint said to T-Rex before putting his phone away and standing up. “Let’s go. ” Xenia stood up and followed him outside to the waiting car.

“Saint, we aren’t getting married. It’s bad enough that I agreed to a relationship with someone I barely know, but I’m doing it, and now you’ve gone and lost your mind again. Well, you can’t lose something that is already gone, but you get my point!” she snapped. Saint picked her up and put her in the car , slamming the door after he got in behind her.

“Yeah, Mason, take us back to the hotel please. I need to meet T -Rex there.” Saint pulled out his phone again, ignoring Xenia.

“Why isn’t T-Rex with you all the time? What’s the point of having a bodyguard when he’s asleep in a hotel room half the time? He has the easiest job ever,” Xenia gaffed.

“I don’t want him with me all the time, especially when I’m on a date. It’s not his doing, it’s my choice,” Saint said as he dialed another number. He held the phone to his ear as Xenia began a new line of complaints about his constant calling.

“Hey, Raphael, what are you doing?” he asked as he lie down across Xenia’s lap. His jet-black hair contrasted beautifully against her short white skirt. She looked down at him and became silent. The beauty of his flawless skin and masculinity temporarily quieted her as he held onto her knee cap . His long legs stretched across the seat. “Hey, I’m getting married tonight,” Saint said to Raphael.

“That’s interesting to hear,” Xenia interrupted, “because the person you’re supposedly marrying didn’t agree to it, nor was she asked!” Mason laughed but quickly caught himself. Saint continued to ignore her.

“Right, so remember that place we saw with the really nice rings , ‘Madison’s’ I believe it was called? I want to run by there again, but I want you to go with me. Oh, I don’t know, hold on.” Saint placed the phone away from his ear and looked at Xenia’s hands. “She looks about a size five. I know that you would’ve liked for me to get the rings from your place, but I’m in a hurry. Trust and believe, I’ll get the rest of her stuff from you. Yeah, I’m pretty sure she’s a size five.”

“You could just ask me! I’m sitting right here!” she yelled, pushing her knees up trying to get Saint off her lap. He tried everything in his power to keep from laughing, as he held onto her bucking legs. Mason finally pulled up to the hotel. Saint jumped out with Xenia quickly running behind him.

Saint took Xenia by the hand and stood with her by the hotel door. “Baby , I want to marry you . I know I didn’t ask you the traditional way, and I know this is going really fast. You can have your dream wedding later, I promise, but I want you to know that I’m coming back for you and that I’m serious. I’m so in love with you, Xenia. Will you marry me tonight – please?” Saint squeezed her hands together.

Xenia’s heart said ‘yes,’ but her mind said ‘Hell no. Dude is a hot mess.’ Her body said “Hell yes!”

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Trick or Treat Halloween #Giveaway! #HalloweenReads #ASMSG

Hey there, fellow bloggers and readers!

It’s now time for the Trick or Treat giveaway. 😉 There are some wonderful authors joining me on this Trick or Treat adventure.

Before filling you in on the fantastic prizes, let me tell you how to play.

Just choose an item from my goodie bag list below, send me a message on my Facebook Fan Page with your selection. Then move onto the next author on the street.

***Please take some time to look around at each site. Some of the authors will be providing fun tidbits and free stories for your reading pleasure! If an author looks like someone you’d like to read, consider signing up for his/her newsletter.***

On Halloween night at Midnight, I’ll choose a winner from the emails sent to me and send the names to the fabulous Sam Cheever, the grand house keeper. 🙂 On November 1st, Sam will choose two winners from those 13 “house” winners who will each win a Grand Prize basket.

So you could be a double winner! Whoo-whoo!! 😀

The grand prize baskets will include an assortment of the following.

  • 2 Kindle paperwhite readers!
  • Halloween t-shirts
  • A boxed e-set of Sam Cheever’s Halloween books
  • Halloween Decorations
  • Halloween Candy
  • A copy of The Late Great Show! from Gary K. Wolf
  • A signed copy of Settler’s Mine: The Rivals and other promo items from Mechele Armstrong
  • A bag full of autographed swag and a one of a kind bracelet/earring set from Wendi Zwaduk
  • Romance Books ‘4 Us tote and size XL tee
  • A necklace, bracelet and mug from M.L. Guida
  • Signed print copy of True Blue Love from Melissa Lopez
  • A signed copy of Silent Screams and Shadows & Dust from moi, Yvonne Nicolas 😀
  • Black leather mini note pad & pen set and promo items from Dena Garson
  • A necklace and earrings and a copy of Dogspell from Lizzie T. Leaf
  • A Tote Bag filled with swag, an XL t-shirt and two autographed books from AuthorIsland.com

The person who wins at my house will get these Halloween goodies:

Rules:

You can only take one trip down the street and you must be at least 18 years of age to play!

(Note: this contest is for US contestants only.) Sorry. 😦

Now that we’ve got the rules out of the way, let’s have some fun!

Select from my goodie bag below and send me a note to tell me what you picked!

 

Read this spooky passage from Scarlet Moon Book 2 of the Dragon Queen Series and answer the question at the end.

ScarletMoon_ebook_final_2For as long as she could remember, the water demon tribe despised her kind. In the war between good and evil, the finned creatures were neutral, not leaning toward either side. At least that’s what she’d been told as a child.

Regardless, they still held their dislike for the dark side.

She couldn’t blame them for that really. The water demons were known to be peaceful creatures. However, she’d never met one who didn’t try to viciously take her life.

In that moment, a thought came to her. If she could rile the water demon soldiers, just a little… they would lash out and destroy Doshar as soon as he stepped foot onto the beach.

But will I lose my life in the process?

Glancing back at the portal, Imrie eased toward the shore. The tiny granular rocks gently dug into her knees and palms as she crawled closer to the beckoning waters.

Doshar hadn’t come through the gateway yet. Foolish warlock. Instead of focusing his energy on inflicting pain on her, he should’ve allowed her to heal him. Traveling through the portal would be all the more damaging to his injuries.

This might just be to her advantage, because it would take him a while to pass through.

Only inches from the sparkling ocean, she placed her trembling hand over the waters. The shift of the wind paused. There was no movement or sound. The reflection of reddened moon glared at her from the still surface. She gulped back the lump in her throat and tapped the unwavering water with a single finger.

A gentle ripple spread out and multiplied into spiraling rings across the ocean’s plain.

In the midst of the serene moment, a scaly hand shot out of the water and latched onto her wrist.

She shrieked and tried to jerk back.

The creature only tightened its biting grip. Her flesh painfully seared beneath its scales. A lashing stream of water vaulted from the surface and coiled tightly around her neck, relinquishing her healing power.

What was liquid felt like a thousand tiny blades slicing through her jugular. The fresh outpour of her blood spilling into the sand assaulted her senses and sent a rush of panic through her. Constantly digging into her flesh, the razor-like water whip severed her arteries. If she turned her head to either side, it would come completely off, and that would be end of her.

Truly, this wasn’t one of her brightest schemes.

“Please,” she gasped. She went limp, refusing to struggle against the watery restraint. To do so would only increase the pain.

Three heads emerged from the water at nose level. Large black fins splashed wildly behind them. Luminous droplets rolled off bright golden hair as six angry eyes, the color of onyx, peered at her.

In a harmonious unison, three masculine voices shattered the shelter of her mind. “You dare disturb the great domain of Arna.”

This wasn’t their normal behavior. They’d never spoken to her before.

“Dear warriors, I am parched, and I only wish to take a drink of your purifying water.”

“Lies! You attempt to use us as pawns to rid you of your mate. You will die along with him, Hargist.”

Sheeki! She squeezed her eyes shut and braced for the attack that would surely end her life. Seconds passed and none came. Deep murmurings drifted around her. Hesitant, she opened one eye, and then the other.

The soldiers were gathered together, staring at her palm with their eyes stretched in wonder.

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013

What are the creatures who attacked Imrie?

  1. Ocean Warriors
  2. Sea Wizards
  3. Vampire Mermaids
  4. Water Demons
  5. Water Angels

If you know the answer, send me a message on my Facebook Fan Page inbox with your selection and move onto the NEXT HOUSE ON THE STREET.

Follow my blog for special treats during the contest, and to find out if you are the winner. 😉

Happy Halloween, my lovelies!

Winner of the Fall into Romance Blog Hop Giveaway!

Yeah, I know. I kept you guys waiting.

Well, wait no more!

It’s time to announce the winner of the Fall into Romance Blog Hop Giveaway.

The winner is…

Michelle Willms

Yeeyyy!

Congrats, Michelle! You get winner’s choice from 4 amazing authors, including me, and an Amazon gift card.

Each author will send you the novel of your choice.

All you have to do is send me an FB message with your choices and I will relay it to the authors.

Thank you to everyone who participated! My next blog hop giveaway will be around Halloween. It’s going to be like a huge Halloween party with some fabulous authors. I can hardly wait. I’ll keep you posted on when the hop begins, so stay tuned in to this blog. 😉

Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway A RACE FOR REDEMPTION by @SerenitysCircle

Romantic excerpt from Serenity King’s novel, A RACE FOR REDEMPTION (Interracial Romance, erotic romance)

*Winner’s Choice* for the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop. Don’t miss out on your chance to win this bestselling tale.

A powerful conglomerate, Powell Industries has entered the world of stock car racing. It isn’t too risky an endeavor since the CEOs daughter’s favorite things are driving fast and fast cars. As beautiful as she is driven, Tracey Powell is one of the most talented drivers on the circuit. However, a string of wrecks has caused her father to make a change. Now her former trainer is driving the Powell industries car. Determined to reclaim her place behind the wheel, Tracey battles her way back. Now Tracey’s not only looking to be the first African American woman to bring home the trophy—she’s also looking for Redemption.

Shane Westbrook has been the reigning champion five years running. His life is grand as a result. He has everything: money, respect, and all the women he could want. The trouble is that he doesn’t want just any woman. He wants the one woman who walked away—Tracey. With the last two races coming up he knows Tracey is thinking about winning. The race is on—the prize has yet to be determined.

“What happened on the track today? Are you okay?” He asked, as he walked over to her and took the towel from around her head. He tilted her jaw first to one side, then the other, looking into her eyes as if he were a doctor or something. “Why aren’t you answering me?”

“Probably, because you haven’t given me a chance to answer yet,” she said, finding her voice at last. “What are you doing here? And why are you angry with me?”

“Never mind that. Are you hurt?”

“No.” She wouldn’t tell him that she’d been scared out of her mind. She’d keep that bit of information to herself.

“Good. Come here.” Her supposed rival, Shane Westbrook, pulled her into the circle of his arms and brought his mouth down to hers. Her lips parted voluntarily, allowing his tongue access.

Tracey’s arms instantly encircled his neck, causing her towel to drop to the floor. She felt his groan of appreciation as he deepened the kiss, grasping her hips, lifting her up off the floor and more intimately into him. Without missing a beat, he walked with her over to the bed and placed her on it—with him on top of her—their lips still locked in a passionate kiss. His legs parted her naked thighs—his cock coming into contact with her center—her juices wetting the front of his jeans.

Tracey couldn’t believe this was happening. That it was real. Yet the thickness between her legs assured her that it was. Her hips gyrated against him. He growled his satisfaction into her mouth.

“I am definitely overdressed,” he whispered against her lips, before lifting up off of her. He removed his clothes swiftly, and joined her back on the bed before she could voice her objections.

She looked at him as he undressed, enjoying the view of his toned body, sun-streaked, short, brownish blond hair, and blue eyes. His long, thick erection, bobbed up and down amidst a triangle of short curls a shade darker than his hair. As much as she wanted all of him inside of her, in her heart of hearts, she knew it would be wrong.

“From the look in those beautiful dark eyes of yours, I can tell you are having second thoughts. Don’t,” he ordered. “This is going to happen, Tracey.”

“We can’t,” she murmured.

“We can and we will,” he said sternly, before taking her lips again in a mind-blowing kiss.

Available at Amazon

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Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway HOT TO THE TOUCH by @samaraking

Romantic excerpt from Samara King’s novel, HOT TO THE TOUCH (Interracial Romance, erotic romance)

*Winner’s Choice* for the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop. Don’t miss out on your chance to win this sexy tale.

A masked lover…

A year ago, Club Reign owner, Belinda Gilles threw the first Grown & Sexy Masquerade Ball without a hitch – that was until she encountered a masked man whose touch made her forget about her past. Did she dare to believe that her masked lover would show his face again?

What lies beneath…

When Jordan Harris discovers that Belle is the woman he encountered under the mask a year ago, he sets out to make her his, even if it means opening old wounds she’d vowed to never forgive him for.

“You’re beautiful.”

She smiled. “Thank you.” Her eyes swept over him and lower, and lower still, His dick was hard, long and would fill her to the brink of pleasure.

“Can you handle me?”

“Why don’t you find out.”

He lifted her in his hands like she weighed non nothing. Belinda chuckled before wrapping her legs around his waist. She was coming to enjoy the way his eyes danced with hers through the masks they wore. Her breathing hitched as if she couldn’t catch her breath.

“I will.”

He maneuvered his dick between her legs, teasing her with the head of it. Thick and full.

Belinda lost all train of thought as he slammed against her tight walls, her body instantly wrapped around his dick and contracted.

“Ahhh!” The hoarse whisper felt like a heated prayer in the velvet black night sky. The garden the slow dull of music pulsing beneath them. Her head fell back as she took in the sensation of having him stretch her, and pump again.

He was driving into her slick pussy so methodically, the rhythm threatened to take her away with it.  He grunted as she continued to convulse around him.

“So tight.”

Belinda couldn’t formulate words, for once, she just wanted to feel.

His sweet dick was rocking on her into a whole other world. She wanted the fruit of his labor. She pushed her hips forward with his dick buried deep inside of her, and cried out as their bodies moved rhythmically.

“Yes!” She bit down on her lip just before his tongue pushed them open and feasted, mimicking the pace of his thrusts between her thighs. Her muscled clenched, soaring her over the edge. “My God.” She went limp as he continued to pump inside of her.

Belinda felt him tightened as he grunted, his head fell backwards as he drove into her with frenzied pulses until the sound of his deep moan blended against the night. He leaned against her. Their flesh was slick with perspiration. She took a deep breath, unable to remember the last time she’d been touched like that

She looked back into her stranger’s eyes. Her mystery lover. She smiled. “That was…”

“Unbelievable.”

Their bodies were still joined. His dick was still hard. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted him again and the look in his eyes said the same.

He begin to move inside of her again, his dick lengthening, creating a dizzying tension inside of her again.

“If we keep this up, we’re bound to be here all night.”

“I can take it if you can,” he grinned, watching her intently.

Available at Amazon

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Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway SAVANNAH’S GHOST TALE by @KaliWillows

Romantic excerpt from Kali Willows’ novel, SAVANNAH’S GHOST TALE (Paranormal, contemporary, erotic romance)

*Winner’s Choice* for the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop. Don’t miss out on your chance to win this sultry tale.

Savannah Teale has an obsession with the supernatural—to disprove it. An unorthodox Ghost Hunter with a dark secret, she doesn’t believe in life after death. Not anymore. Being romantically challenged since the traumatic death of her fiancé, she has no interest in dating, but her sister’s loving interference has led her to accept a date for a 1Night Stand.

Cameron Evans is one of Savannah’s most handsome, charismatic, and sexy bachelors. He’s an exceptionally gifted tour guide, and a psychic, but hasn’t learned how to turn off his gifts. Since his conversations with the dead are a turn-off for most women—to put it mildly—Cameron has turned to Madame Eve to find a woman who can accept him for himself and all he has to give.

They may be a great match—if a certain, lingering ghost would just step out of the picture.

What the hell is going on? A shadow flashed across the stone threshold, startling her. Her heart raced and she stumbled down the steps, her eyes flitting frantically back and forth, scanning for movement but finding none. Her clumsy feet tangling, she stumbled over a flat stone and toppled backward.

A sudden heat surrounded her and she paused in mid-fall, suspended over the dark pit of an open grave. Breathless and terror-stricken, it took her a moment to realize the warmth was strong arms wrapped around her. Back on her feet, she spun around to find Cameron, the tour guide, watching her with an amused expression.

“Are you okay?” He gripped her shaking shoulders.

“I’m fine, I just saw—I tripped.” Vannah tried to catch her breath, her mind racing with madness.

“You should watch where you’re stepping in a cemetery.”

“I didn’t expect—I didn’t realize they still buried people here.”

“You know, it’s frowned upon to be raiding graves at night around these parts.”

“I wasn’t raiding anything.” She jerked out of his hold and grabbed her bag from the ground, jamming her detector back inside. I’m glad none of my equipment ended up in that grave. She yanked her twisted camisole top and shorts back into place.

“What did you see?” His penetrating gaze sent a current through her chest.

“Nothing, I didn’t—there’s nothing to see, let’s go.”

“Whoa, whoa, hang on. Something scared you. Tell me what you saw.”

If she wasn’t throbbing with terror right now, she might have actually swooned under his gaze. “Are you deaf? I said I didn’t see anything.” She turned to walk away.

“Who is Mark?”

With a white hot jolt, her stomach bottomed out and her feet froze to the ground. “Who is Mark and why can’t he breathe?”

Available at Decadent Publishing

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Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway YOU CAN WIN CHRISTMAS DELIGHTS! #IAN1

Romantic excerpt from my holiday novel, CHRISTMAS DELIGHTS (m/m/f interracial romance)

*Winner’s Choice* for the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop

christmasdelights333x500On Christmas Eve, Tranell Merdock finds herself in one of the most romantic countries in the world. Yet, she is stuck slaving over work. She steps away from her demanding job as a successful management consultant to seek a little respite at a local restaurant and draws the attention of Stephan, a very attractive Frenchman.

He lures her in with promises of a passionate rendezvous, but Stephan has a secret he neglects to tell her.

Will Tranell shy away from a night guaranteed to be filled with forbidden pleasures or allow Stephan to take her on a journey she will never forget?

Stephan emerged dressed in all black and garbed in an ankle-length leather coat, whistling softly. He winked at them and made his way to the door. “Be back.”

Since it didn’t appear Fernand was going to ask, she did. “Where ya’ running off to?”

“I left something in car.”

“Right. Sure you wanna leave a sex-deprived woman alone with your hot boyfriend?” she called out as he disappeared into the foyer.

Wow, did I just say that out loud?

Throaty laughter sailed from around the corner. “Fern, make sure Tranell still here when I return.”

“Oh, she’s not going anywhere,” Fernand assured him.

“Whateva. Like you can keep me here against my…” She turned back to Fernand and suddenly lost her train of thought.

The glimmer of sensual longing in his gaze quickened her pulse. A shudder ripped through her. “Uhmm…” Dammit, this is twisted. The look in those starry-blue eyes made her want him. Made her want the both of them.

“Sex deprived?” he asked softly. “Really?”

Breath caught in her throat, she ripped her eyes away. For the sake of doing something with her hand, she retrieved the small spoon from the tray and swirled it around in her coffee.

What to do when you set yourself up for a mortifying conversation? Change the subject.

“Soooo, you uh…you know where he’s going?”

“My guess is to get you a Christmas gift.”

She perked up and dared a look at him. “What, why? He doesn’t have to do that.”

“He doesn’t, but he wants to. I told you; he likes you. He only uses the left something in the car ploy when he needs to sneak out and purchase a gift. It’s not for me because my gifts are under the tree.”

She shook her head. “Aw, that’s very sweet, but noo, not for…tell him not to do—”

“You asked me a question earlier. I want to answer it but before I do…”

He rolled onto his stomach, pushed up on his hands and knees, and crawled over to her.

Reflexively, she scooted away until her back met the couch.

He laughed. “Trying to get away will do you no good.” He grabbed her legs, pulled them from under her hips, and attempted to reach beneath the hem of her skirt.

Tranell quickly slid her cup onto the side table and slapped her hands over his. “Whoa, buddy. Wha’cha doing down there?”

He nodded toward the hearth. “The heat is starting to get to you.” He caught the tab of the zipper to her right boot and dragged it down her calf. “You’re still wearing your jacket and boots. Sweat beads are starting to pop out on your pretty face. You have to come out of all these clothes, girl.”

“Ha! The hearth’s not what got me sweating.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” she managed to breathe out. “Look, I’m okay, really.”

“Sure you are. Once that alcohol kicks in, you’re going to be melting all over everything.”

She tucked away a grin. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Not going to answer that,” he sang beneath a chuckle. He sat her boots next to the couch and started rolling down her socks. “Damn, girl, you have the smoothest skin I’ve ever felt. Feels like silk.”

“Thanks. Exfoliating and daily moisturizing pays off.” God, that was so lame. Sounds like I’m advertising some skin product. She watched him steadily, noting the attentiveness of his slow actions. “For a gay man, you’re really good at undressing a woman.”

“Ha-ha…” Grinning bashfully, he straddled her legs and unbuttoned her fitted jacket, starting at the bottom and working his way up. “Not like I haven’t done it before.”

“I can do this myself, ya know.”

“Really? You’re not making any attempts to stop me.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013

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