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Sex Up Your Monday with Jordan S Gray!

11/28/2016

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I know, I know, this is supposed to be a Sunday thing. But I spent Sunday watching bad films and then being angry about said films, and didn't really get online at all (apart from to tweet angrily). So now we have Jordan S Gray and her recent release, PRUDE, today instead. And what the hell? Mondays always need brightening up, and PRUDE looks like just the book for the job, so without further ado...
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PRUDE
Labeled: book one
By Jordan S Gray
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: 9/14/2016
Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Rebecca Washington is a girl in control. Well, at least when it comes to acing her college classes. The rest of the time, she seems to be at the mercy of everyone else. Like when she’s dumped in front of her peers, hit on right afterwards by a jerk for some stupid bet, and then paired up with the jerk for a lit project.

In order to maintain her perfect GPA, Rebecca will need to give a stellar presentation while ignoring the prying eyes that will be staring at her. When her partner, Derek, starts to ease her fears of public speaking with his laidback attitude, she’s forced to confront her new feelings about him and his charming smile. Rebecca knows falling for a guy who teases her for being a prudish nerd can only end badly, but what if it’s just another thing out of her control?
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Derek grinned. “What do you think about your ex’s girlfriend?”

“Obviously that she’s annoyingly beautiful and, apparently, fun.” The word left a bad taste in her mouth.

“I could say the same about you right now.”

Rebecca felt her face redden even more. She pushed her bangs behind her ear, trying to find something else to stare at other than Derek’s mischievous eyes. Nothing seemed worthy.

“I know we’ve been doing well with the whole friends’ thing,” Derek started.

Rebecca cocked an eyebrow. “What now? Are you going to make fun of me?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said. “I was just wondering if, as a friend, I’m allowed to ask you to dance.”

She let out a choking laugh. “Here? We’re at a party.”

He gestured to the several groups of people who were dancing. “People dance at parties.”

“I don’t think we should.”

“Because you don’t want to, or because you don’t want to draw attention to yourself?”

“Maybe the latter,” Rebecca mumbled to the ground.

Derek took her hand, pulling her to the center of the living room. At first, their position terrified Rebecca, until she realized it was the most popular dancing spot. In the crowd, she felt shielded from prying eyes, like it was just the two of them.

There’d been times, when Rebecca was home alone and listening to music, where she’d danced. But she had never done so in a public setting or with someone else, and in heels too. She bit her lip nervously as Derek guided her hands around his neck.

“Relax,” he muttered. “It’s just a dance.”

His statement didn’t reassure her at all. Her heart beat faster as she realized that she could feel every inch of him. They were so close. Her head was practically resting on his shoulder, and her body was pressed firmly against his.

The feel of his hands on her waist made her shiver, her crop top inching up slightly as they began to move. Rebecca tried to focus on the beat, but it was really no use. Her fingers clasped together as she mentally reminded herself that playing with Derek’s hair was not a friendly thing to do—even if it looked really soft.

They swayed together, his hands staying rigidly in place. Rebecca wondered what he was thinking about and why he’d decided to dance with her, but it was no use. Derek was likely someone she’d never fully understand.

The song switched to something with a faster pace and erratic rhythm, but Rebecca hardly noticed. Derek moved a hand away from her hip, leaving Rebecca feeling a little colder, until he used it to brush a piece of her fallen bangs behind her ear.

She had no idea how her legs and hips were still moving because, on the inside, Rebecca was totally, completely still. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his breath on her neck. Every single one of her nerves were on fire, zapping around in her body like lightening. Rebecca had never felt more alive … or scared.

One of her hands drifted down to Derek’s chest, and she pressed against it. She hoped that he’d know she was trying to get away, but he only pulled her closer to him. Rebecca let out a gasp, clutching his neck and shoulder tightly.

“Are you having fun?” he asked softly.

Rebecca nodded once, unable to muster up anything coherent. Her brain was shutting down, and she wished it was from embarrassment or anger. No, this was something entirely different. So often Rebecca felt like two-halves of her were always in disagreement, but now, every part of her felt the same. She didn’t want him to let go.
About The Author

Jordan S Gray is a full time mother, college student, and writer. She never did quite grow out of that emo stage, and considers coffee, punk music, and Taylor Swift to be the necessary fuel for her writing. PRUDE is her debut novel, and you can find her on Twitter @JordanStephanie where she procrastinates most of her adult responsibilities and all of her schoolwork. 
Purchase links: 
All Romance eBooks -- https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-prude-2098184-149.html
Amazon US -- 
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LWULKIT
Amazon CA -- https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LWULKIT
Amazon UK -- https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LWULKIT
Amazon AU -- https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01LWULKIT
Bookstrand -- http://www.bookstrand.com/prude-mf
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Evernight Publishing -- http://www.evernightpublishing.com/prude-by-jordan-s-gray/

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Friday Snippet - So you don't think that's strange?

11/25/2016

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I meant to post this on Wednesday, but I've been weirdly exhausted for no reason this week and didn't get round to it. I've spent most of my evenings curled up on the sofa desperately wishing it was Friday. And now it is Friday! Yay! So I finally feel like I have time to post a snippet from Keys to the Kingdom. And here it is! Happy Friday!
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Hopper leaned forwards, clasping his hands together in a prayer-like pose. “What did the coroner tell you about Mickey’s death?”

“Me personally? Fuck all. Told Andrea it was heart failure.” Finn shrugged, ignoring the prickle of pain in his own chest. He thought he’d done the mourning part, well before the funeral, but every now and then he felt that prickle, a small, sharp reminder that grief wasn’t on a timetable. “Not surprising, not really. Mickey was a boozer. Chain-smoker, too.”

“Well, technically every death is ultimately caused by heart failure,” Hopper said in a way that made Finn think he thought he was telling a joke. “I’m not completely convinced Mickey’s was caused by booze and fags, though. I’ve got a friend in the coroner’s office. She noticed a clerical error in Mickey’s report. Nothing serious, spelling mistake or something. She took it to the coroner and he told her not to worry about it. Said it he’d take care of it himself.”

Finn’s gut tightened. “Sounds ominous.”

“It does rather, doesn’t it? When she went back to check it had been amended, there was a totally different report on file. Not different enough to raise suspicions…unless you already thought something strange was going on, of course.” Hopper tapped his fingers together, frowning. “The original report showed elevated levels of potassium in Mickey’s blood. Now, that’s not unexpected as such, because the body releases high levels of potassium into the bloodstream if muscle tissue is damaged, right? Like in a heart attack?”

“Right, if you say so,” Finn said, that twisting sensation in his gut growing sharper.

“The second report showed normal levels.” Hopper sat back, eyeing Finn expectantly.

Finn knew he was waiting for him to make some genius leap of logic, to cry aha or something, but he was blanking. “So…?”

“So you don’t think that’s strange?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know why. I don’t know anything about potassium levels or heart attacks. Did they mix his report up with someone else’s?” Finn shrugged. “You’re the detective, help me out here.”

“I’m a sergeant,” Hopper corrected. “And I don’t know why it’s strange yet. I just think it is. Someone changed the report. Who, and why? You’ve got to know, Finn, Mickey had a lot of enemies in the force. Plenty who’d look the other way if something suspicious happened to him. Plenty who’d see it as one less thug in London. Nobody to cry over.”

Finn’s blood chilled. “You think he was murdered? And someone on the force is helping cover it up?”

Hopper sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I want to be wrong,” he said. “But my gut says something shady is going on here and it’s going to nag at me until I figure it out. I’m telling you because, if he was murdered, it had to be someone close to him.”

“Shit,” Finn said, feeling a sickness now that was nothing to do with his hangover. “Fuck.” A thought occurred. “You don’t think it was me, do you?”


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Evernight Readers' Choice Awards!

11/22/2016

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It's that time of year again! Evernight are holding their fourth annual Readers' Choice Awards, where you guys get to show your love to your favourite authors and books by pitting us against each other in fierce, bloody competition. Or, well, not, but still. The awards are definitely happening, and I'm thrilled to say that WOLF'S HUNT has been nominated for Best MC Romance! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I can't believe it! I love this book so fucking much. I loved writing it and I love Wolf and Grim and Clea and everything​, so this really does mean the world to me.
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How good do those graphics look together like that? I'm especially honoured, because I know how good the other books in this category are <3

The final round is now open, so if you want show some love/pit us against each other in fierce, bloody competition, visit Evernight's blog to vote for your winners! There's a pretty sweet prize up for grabs too, as it happens! Thank you again if you voted for WOLF'S HUNT and I'll see you tomorrow for a Wednesday snippet :)
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Wednesday Snippet - All she’d wanted was to connect with someone...

11/16/2016

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So November is kind of disappearing fast, right? In exactly three weeks, I'll be off to Marrakech! Ahhh! So much to do still! In the mean time, I've added a little more to Keys to the Kingdom so, since it's Wednesday, here's a snippet! And here's a picture that kinda reminds me of my heroine, Daisy. Enjoy!
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Daisy left the funeral with a spring in her step, which felt morbid, but she couldn’t suppress it. There had been something empowering about attending in the first place, against her family’s warnings and wishes. And there had been something oddly inspiring about the packed church, despite the life of the man they were there to mourn. Then there was that flicker of hope that she’d met someone who might actually talk to her about Mickey Cross without hysteria and hyperbole.

That he was a hot guy with a hipster beard and a cage-fighter’s body certainly didn’t hurt, but Daisy wouldn’t have cared either way. All she’d wanted was to connect with someone who knew Mickey, really knew him. She didn’t want to hear about the criminal empire – she could find all that online and in the papers. She didn’t want to hear her mother’s bitter tales of betrayal and abandonment, or her grandparents’ dire mumblings about the tainted family tree. She wanted to know what the man was like. What kind of dad he was. What films he liked, what his favourite pizza topping was. She craved mundane details, something beyond the sound and fury she’d always been fed.

He was her dad. Her blood, and she knew nothing real about him. It had eaten away at her all her life and she wished she’d had the courage to reach out to him before he died. Talking to a friend of his might be the closest she’d get now.

So yes, as she drove back to Islington, she did feel lighter than when she’d left. It was a lightness that quickly dissipated as she parked outside the period home she shared with her mother, step-father, and step-sister. She loved that house. The right mix of elegant and cosy, set in a huge garden and sheltered from view from the road by a row of pretty laburnum trees, it was usually welcoming. Stella loved to bake and the house was always redolent with the scent of fresh bread, spices, and burnt sugar. At this time of year, with the cold air and icy ground, those smells were a siren call, ushering you out of the cold and into pure, wholesome home.

Not so today. When Daisy pushed the front door open, there was no smell of baking, no music playing. She kicked off her boots in the hall and cautiously made her way to the lounge, where she knew Stella would be waiting.

The lounge was toasty warm, the open fire roaring. Her mother sat wrapped in the same silky bathrobe she’d been in this morning when Daisy left the house, her face bare of make-up and her hair piled on her head in a messy bun. She looked artfully distraught, Daisy thought, then felt a flash of guilt. She knew her mother wasn’t faking her distress, but as with everything, Stella always had to put a bit of gloss on it all.
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Wednesday Snippet - Keys to the Kingdom

11/9/2016

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Sooooooo my deal with myself was, if I hit a good steady word count on my Naomi Clark project every day in the week, I'd work on other stuff at the weekend. I was thinking that "other stuff" would be The Last Sin. But last week, inspiration hit and suddenly I found I had 4k of a brand new story. Oops? I mean, I can't be mad at making that much progress so quickly, but I am in danger of being swamped with half-finished stories, which is a sure way to accomplish very little. I would love to finish and submit one more Amber Morgan story this year, and since this new project is coming along fairly well, I think that's the one I'll go for. The working title is Keys to the Kingdom, ​and since it's Wednesday, here's a snippet!
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There was a grand turnout for Mickey Cross’s funeral, as befitting one of London’s most notorious gang leaders. Finn Brady gazed around the packed-out church, taking in friends, enemies, even the odd copper here and there. St Mary’s could barely contain them, the ancient building overflowing with people here to pay their respects to the man who’d ruled them with an iron fist for forty fucking years. Icy November winds blew handfuls of snow into through the open church doorway as yet more people tried to squeeze in. Some snapped pictures discreetly – journalists covering the funeral of Mad Mickey, no doubt. Most simply sat or stood with their heads bowed, creating a respectful hush broken only by the rushing of the wind up through the vaulted ceiling.

               
​Finn always liked churches. Something to do with his Catholic upbringing, no doubt. St Mary’s was nothing special. The statue of Jesus at the altar was cracked and dusty, and there was a faint smell of damp wood in the air, but it had the same sense of serenity all churches seemed to have. Mickey had not been a serene man. Finn thought he’d probably hate the respectful silence and the pale pink lilies sprayed across his coffin. He’d love the crowd, mind. And he’d surely love the riotous wake Finn intended to lead down the pub after the service. But all this shit? The prayers and the eulogies? He’d laugh at it all. He was always laughing, Mickey. He’d laugh as he passed you a whiskey and he’d laugh just the same as he broke your fingers.

               
Finn rubbed his fingers thoughtfully as he took his seat near the front of the church. They always ached in the cold weather. Mickey had bent them back with such viciousness that day, ten years ago, that he was always mildly surprised they still worked.

               
He sat next to Mickey’s widow, Andrea. She gave him a wan smile, her mascara already smeared around her big blue eyes from weeping hysterically outside the church. “I don’t give a shit and neither would Mickey,” she’d snapped at one of the boys who dared to mention it.

She gave him a motherly pat on the knee. “Look at all this,” she whispered, waving her hand round the church. “He’d be so pleased. Is that Hopper at the back there?”
               
Finn craned his neck to look and saw the police sergeant crammed in next to a couple of teenage boys near the door. “Aye, that’s him. And there’s –“ He cut himself off as the church door opened again and a young woman hurried in, kicking it shut behind her. The sight of her drove every damn thought from his head.

               
She was beautiful, dark hair falling in artfully tousled waves around her delicate jawline. That wasn’t what caught his attention. She wore a black bomber jacket, battered and cracked with age, over a black dress that screamed designer. That wasn’t it either. She strode down the aisle with her head held high, clearly giving no shits about the stares and whispers she was attracting. That wasn’t it either. Admittedly, all those things put together – good looks, good taste, bad attitude – would have turned his head under other circumstances. But what really got him right now, here at Mad Mickey Cross’s funeral, was how fucking much the girl looked like the dead man.
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Sex Up Your Sunday with Libby Bishop!

11/9/2016

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When everything else in the world is confusing, scary, and weird, there are always books and there is always love. I'm happy to welcome Libby Bishop here today with her Revenant Investigations series, which I absolutely love! Right now, you can get all three books in the series as a bundle, so this is the perfect time to dip into a world of hauntings and romance.
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Title: Revenant Investigations

Books 1-3 Bundle

Author: Libby Bishop
***THREE BOOKS IN ONE***

Ghosts of Kingston Cottage (Book One)
Medium and paranormal investigator Arabella Pierce is sent with her crew to Kingston Cottage, a haunted Maine seafarer’s cottage on an isolated island. For this investigation, her boss has stuck them with skeptical reporter Lucas Brown. Though he’s hot as they come, Arabella can’t trust a man whose sole job is to discredit her and the work she does. Not after what happened with the last few skeptics… 

All Lucas may want is the truth, but that doesn't change her feelings towards him. And when the ghosts appear, she and Lucas must work together—in tight quarters—to convince the resident ghosts to move on before a storm strands the entire crew on the island. Can Arabella put aside her prejudices long enough to see what the ghosts are trying to tell her? And if she does, will she and Lucas have a shot at a lifetime?

Ghosts of Trenton House (Book Two)
Empath and paranormal investigator Lena Tompson is enjoying a night of relaxation when she’s interrupted by a phone call from her boss. She hurries to the office, still in her pajamas, and finds herself face to face with the once love-of-her-life. 

Knox Trenton, also an empath, has a problem: his beloved great-grandmother has accidentally conjured the spirit of her dead sister while trying to find the spirit of her dearly departed husband, who died decades earlier. The sisters have fought bitterly since his death. 

As the case heats up, so do Lena’s feelings for Knox. She doesn’t know how long she can hold back the tide of emotions, especially when she realizes that Knox has feelings for her as well. She can only hope that trusting him doesn’t tear her apart as deeply as his own family will be torn if they fail to stop the fighting. 


Ghosts of Emerald Bay (Book Three)
Kate Briar is enjoying her vacation when her boss calls her to the office about a job. As head researcher for Revenant Investigations—a paranormal investigation team—she’s unsure why he sounds so wary about her taking the case. After all, there’s very few people in Noble, Maine she’d refuse to work with. She’s even more uncertain about his hesitation when he announces that the case is one she’s dreamed of since she was a teenager. That is, until he tells her who she’ll be working with. 

Murphy O’Keefe is a well-known legend hunter. He chases the legends of the dead for profit. Kate used to be good friends with him, and they were growing much closer before he betrayed her. She was helping him with a case when she woke up one morning to find all of her research and all of the artifacts she’d found gone—she hasn’t seen him since. 

To keep things civil, she offers him a truce, not wanting to spoil the importance of the new case. But she doesn’t realize the turmoil of anger and attraction that truce will ignite. Nor that her fate is directly in the hands of the man that broke her heart.


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http://amzn.to/2fabyxl
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About the Author

Libby Bishop is a paranormal romance/erotic romance author. She also writes dark fantasy/horror under the name October Weeks.

She loves reading, writing, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the SyFy Channel (Haven and Bitten!), and spending time with friends and family. She has one fat, fluffy cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is

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Sex Up Your Sunday with Peri Elizabeth Scott!

11/1/2016

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It's time once again for me to hand the blog over to a lovely author and their fabulous book. This week we've got sci-fi romance from Peri Elizabeth Scott. So if you're after a love that's out of this world...take a look!
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Thank you for having me! Ruler’s Concubine represents two different species attempting a connection, and proves that regardless of distinct differences, love will carry the day.
 
Title of book:  Ruler’s Concubine by Peri Elizabeth Scott
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Released: September 2, 2016
Word count: 66,204                                                       
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Meridia is headed for extinction, unless a compatible species can be found. The backward planet, Earth, the one the Meridians stripped of technology now holds the only promising species in the Galaxy. As Ruler, Lysett Daboort will do his duty and choose a royal concubine from those women ‘liberated’ from Earth, but that is all it will be—until he meets Celeste Raynor.
 
Celeste is barely subsisting on Earth and isn’t enamored with becoming one of Meridia’s concubines, despite the esteem afforded their females. But there is nothing left for her at home and she isn’t averse to having a child to love, not to mention a caring, supportive partner. Until she meets the Ruler himself.
 
The Ruler resists Celeste’s appeal and she refuses his arrogant approach, yet they must somehow come to terms. Lysett rules supreme, or does he? Because love has the most power of all
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"But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen..."

11/1/2016

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Happy November, everyone! To those taking part in Nanowrimo, good luck and may you write ALL THE WORDS. I don't take part myself, as I've learned over the years that it only aggravates the various joint/muscle problems in my arms, especially combined with the colder weather. I usually do set myself some kind of writing challenge though, as all that good energy and enthusiasm around Nano is pretty contagious!

This year, my main focus will be on my Naomi Clark project, Through Fire, and you can follow my progress on that over at my Naomi blog, if you're interested. I usually aim to post a snippet every Wednesday, with progress updates on Mondays and Fridays.
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If you'd rather keep up with my Amber Morgan writings, I do plan to keep working on The Last Sin, providing I hit a good daily word count for Through Fire, and I'll try to share snippets of that here on Wednesdays too, assuming they don't get too spoilery. Hopefully I can get The Last Sin finished before Christmas, at any rate, leaving the New Year clear for Wild Blood MC #3.

So that's how my month looks from here! Provided that my hands don't pack up on me (which they might, as I seem to have cracked a bone in my right hand somehow...), it should be a creative and productive month. Fingers (gently) crossed!
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