Thursday, October 5, 2017

$10.00 Cover Sale

All covers are $10.00 no matter the price marked. I have added 35 new premade covers. I have new Halloween covers on the site as well. Be sure and look through all the covers because I don't separate my covers. Please feel free to share.
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Sale runs through the month of October.

Friday, March 31, 2017

From Kaye Spencer - #mailorderbride Western Romance anthology



This collection has four wonderful novellas about women who find themselves in the odd circumstance of needing themselves a husband, and grooms who must have a bride--or else!

A woman would have to be loco to become a mail-order bride...wouldn't she? Leaving everything behind and starting fresh in the untamed west is the answer to a prayer for these ladies! A beautiful socialite needs a husband fast —but her husband wants a bride for life. A pregnant young lady becomes desperate —almost as desperate as her soon-to-be husband, who just inherited his sister's kids. A man is in love with a woman he can’t have —or can he? A woman’s reputation is tarnished and professional career compromised —she runs, but she can't hide. Will they all find love with strangers they've never met who are set on LASSOING A MAIL-ORDER BRIDE?

THESE ROUGH DREAMS—Cheryl Pierson
A pregnant mail order bride. A groom with three orphaned children. Some dreams get a rough start
HER HURRY-UP HUSBAND—Tanya Hanson
A beautiful socialite needs a husband fast —for just one month —but the rancher wants a wife for life!
A PERMANENT WOMAN—Kaye Spencer
He needs a wife to get custody of his grandchildren. She needs a fresh start and a new reputation. Desperate men — and women — sometimes take desperate measures...but can she be A PERMANENT WOMAN?
THE BIG UNEASY—Kathleen Rice Adams
A man in love with a woman he can’t have. A woman engaged to a man she doesn’t love. A secret in common could destroy them all.

EXCERPT from A Permanent Woman

“Excuse me. Mr. Perlman directed me here. I’m responding to an advertisement in the Matrimony Courier. Are you Simon Driscoll?”

Simon closed his eyes, fortifying himself to face another woman with a fa├žade of interest. “Yes, I’m Simon Driscoll. Your name?”

“Tessa Morris.”

He opened his eyes, frowning as he mentally ticked off the names on the list. Still gazing out the window, he asked, “Did you send a letter under a different name? I don’t recall a Mrs. Morris.”

“Miss. Miss Morris. I’ve never been married and, no, I didn’t send a letter. In fact, I came across your advertisement but five days ago.”

Simon turned. “I’m sorry, but the deadline—” The words died on his lips. Ben was in the doorway, pointing to the woman and nodding.

“Mr. Driscoll, is something wrong?” She followed Simon’s stare and looked over her shoulder right as Ben stepped out of the doorway.

His insides went topsy-turvy. Ben had a way with people. He couldn’t leave him to talk to this woman alone.

No letter of introduction. He didn’t know anything about her, and he sure as hell didn’t know what to say.

“You’re quite pale, Mr. Driscoll. I think you should sit.”

He cut her a sidelong glance. She was close enough that he could feel her body heat, and the scent of her perfume made him a little lightheaded. When she took hold of his hand, the soft warmth of her touch made his heart leap into his throat. She led him to a chair and, situating herself beside him, positioned hers so their knees touched. His breath hitched, and he scooted his chair, which prompted her to move her chair even closer. He was too old for parlor games, and she seemed determined to make him uncomfortable with her casual familiarity. The other women had kept a safe, proper distance across the table barricade.

She filled a glass with water from the pitcher at hand and gave it to him. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

Dumbly, he accepted the water, but she didn’t let go when he wrapped his big hand around the glass, trapping her fingers under his. It gave him a start, and he released his grasp like he’d been burned. That’s when he looked at her. Really looked.

Damn.



Until next time,

Kaye Spencer

Writing the West one romance upon a time

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Friday, March 3, 2017

Naughty Novellas Contest. Win a Kindle Fire


To celebrate the release of NAUGHTY NOVELLAS, the Naughty Literati are giving away a 7" Kindle Fire loaded with books by our fabulous authors including:

The Naughty Literati’s complete boxed-set collection
Alpha vs Alpha by Francesca Hawley
Charming the Masters by Katherine Kingston
Chocolate Coated Reunion by Berengaria Brown
Desire in Tartan by Suz deMello
First Comes Desire by Tina Donahue
My Greatest Fantasy by Nicole Austin
Not Too Tall To Love by Berengaria Brown
The Pleasure Device by Regina Kammer
The Woodsman by Belle Scarlett (Audible audiobook)
Trip My Switch by Nicole Austin

There are many ways to enter, including a daily bonus entry, so come back every day to increase your chances of winning. Good luck and happy reading!

Contest begins March 1st and runs for two weeks.


Enter To Win A Kindle Fire Loaded With Books




Berengaria Brown
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Friday, February 3, 2017

Naughty Novellas: Seven Sensuous Romances


Seven Sensuous Romances including BDSM, Contemporary, Fairytale, Fantasy, Historical, Paranormal, Shapeshifter, and Threesome romance from bestselling authors writing as The Naughty Literati!

ENCHANTED LOVERS: THE WOODSMAN by Belle Scarlett
Once upon a time in the Enchanted Forest where cursed beings are consigned until the spells that bind them are broken… What if the Big Bad Wolf was the good guy?
*This title, previously published as The Woodsman, has been revised and reedited.*

KAHN’S HAVEN by Nicole Austin
Anita Bennett’s fight to solve the mystery of eight lost days leads to a hunt for the jaguar-man who haunts her fractured memories. Her plan is simple—find and seduce him. What she didn’t anticipate is his resistance.
*This title, previously published as Rakahnja’s Haven, has been revised and reedited.*

ANYTHING YOU WANT by Tina Donahue
At a hedonistic resort, her indecent cravings will be sated…
With the big three-o days away, Jamie’s had it with dieting, exercises, and being alone. Off she goes to Wicked Desires, a decadent Caribbean resort where carnal appetites rule and billionaires Creed and Tav crave a woman exactly like her.
*This previously published title has been revised and reedited.*

TROPIC OF PLEASURE by Tina Donahue
The one woman they shouldn’t want. Two Doms she can’t resist. Bondage, submission, punishment beyond her wildest desires. Cara’s wanted Hud and Ryder forever. Her dream finally comes true during a smoking-hot weekend on a private island.
*This previously published title has been revised and reedited.*

THE PROPERTY OF TWIN DRAGONS by Berengaria Brown
Twin dragons Drake and Dragun are convinced Lois is their mate. But is she stealing from the company? And why won’t she talk to them?

WALPURGIS NIGHT by Katherine Kingston
The Viking who captures Fianna demands she heal his brother of a grievous wound. He didn’t ask for her heart as well, but he steals it anyway.
*This previously published title has been revised and reedited.*

EDGE OF PASSION by Kathy Kulig
Jack recognizes the submissive smoldering beneath Dana’s demure exterior. Under Jack’s skillful commands, Dana explores her darkest erotic desires in the ancient Irish castle. But a mystical energy surrounds them. Is she an unwilling participant in a supernatural conquest?
*This title previously published as Emerald Dungeon, has been revised and reedited.*

This boxed set is available for 99 cents only while on pre-order. After release it will sell for $3.99.

Naughty Novellas buy links

Amazon Digital: http://a.co/0OgP25x

B&N (through D2D): http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/naughty-novellas-belle-scarlett/1125551866?ean=2940154199466

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/naughty-novellas

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/naughty-novellas/id1200018761?ls=1&mt=11


Berengaria Brown




Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Out with the old and in with the new at Mid-Winter by Kaye Spencer #MFRWauthor #midwinter #candlemas


In the northern hemisphere, “Mid-Winter” marks the half-way point between the winter solstice in December and the spring equinox in March. If you add up the number of days from the first day of winter to the first day of spring and divide by two, you’ll find yourself right around February 1st, give or take a couple of days. I'm partial to this time of year, partly because my birthday falls at mid-winter and partly because I love the winter months.

Call it what you want—Imbolc, St. Brigid’s Day, Groundhog’s Day, Candlemas—Mid-Winter goes back to the ancient pagan days of celebrating the coming of spring. Six weeks of winter are behind, but only six more weeks of winter loom ahead. The days are lengthening. Despite the coldest, harshest days of winter may yet occur before spring really arrives, anticipation of brighter days brings hope.

Traditionally, and simplistically, the days around Mid-Winter are for cleansing, or the old saying, “out with the old and in with the new”. For writers, this is a perfect time for physical and mental cleansing activities.


Physically we can clean-up our actual writing area. We can do a thorough sweep, vacuum, and dust. We could rearrange the furniture, paint the walls, put up different curtains, wash windows. We should sort, file, discard, and purge the clutter that has piled up. We could burn incense or light a fragrant candle to change the atmosphere of the closed-in stuffiness that lingers through the winter months.

Mentally we should take stock of our writing progress. Am I on track with my writing and publishing plan? If yes, then celebrate this milestone. If not, then, why not? What is hindering my writing progress? Am I mentally weighed down by the *unfinishedness* of incomplete manuscripts? Am I spinning my creative writing wheels on the wrong story? Whatever the reasons, we must give ourselves permission to regularly cleanse our writing as we regularly cleanse our bodies.

Energize the writer within and give her the gift of a clean, uplifted writing outlook at Mid-Winter as she looks to the fresh writing days of the coming spring.

Until next time,

Kaye Spencer

Writing the West one romance upon a time

www.kayespencer.com

Twitter - @kayespencer

For Valentine's Day - Available on Amazon.com - Kindle or KindleUnlimited




Monday, January 23, 2017

Characters Run Amok #Erotica

Update on Clandestine Engagements (Contemporary Erotica)

I've been trying to finish Clandestine Engagements for some time now and it seems that my secondary characters all want in on the action. The book is currently at 34K words, and I now have two secondary couples that are vying for my attention. Yes, I could attempt to turn this into a series of short stories, but I really want this to be novella length for you readers.

Clandestine Engagements will be the full length retold story of covert agents that combines my quickie eroticas, Dangerous Moves and Clandestine Eyes. These two short stories are still available as audio books if you check on Audible.com or Amazon.

At one point in the story, I was stuck because I thought I'd written myself in a corner. Luckily, a secondary heroine decided to take a relationship into her own hands, and the story moved forward…in a very salacious way. *wink* Creating a novella filled with sexual escapades isn't easy. Who gets a happily ever after and who gets a happy for now is my goal.

All these characters deserve love, but I'm open to letting them indulge in lust if it means they capture a reader's heart.

I know my readers are anxious for this expanded version of my shorter works. I'm known for my salacious creativity when it comes to sex scenes and I don't disappoint. Yes, my dirty mind is a joy to behold. Lol.

Mary Corrales
Mary Corrales is a multi-published erotica/erotic romance author who loves crisscrossing genres. You'll find contemporaries and fantasy as well as paranormal and suspense stories. Follow her on Twitter and check out her website for all the great reads available.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

New Year Sale $10.00 Covers BoGo

New Year Sale $10.00 Covers BoGo

Sale runs Jan 12th-24th 

All premade covers are $10.00 each.

Buy one premade cover and get one premade cover free.
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(If you have any questions regarding sale)

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Share the cover sale post and get a five-dollar gift certificate towards any future purchase.

Look forward to working with you, 

Carey Abbott/Tabitha Blake

Monday, January 2, 2017

Happy New Year and a Free Read


The Surfer and the Bad Boy

Wade jumped off his surf board and splashed through the shallow water onto the sand. He stood right on the edge of the ocean shaking the water out of his hair, relishing the burning hot sun on his shoulders, and squinting his eyes against the glare to see along the top of the sand dunes.
Yes. He was right. The big, black-haired bad boy was still standing there, and still staring right at him.
Wade shoved a hand through his hair, scraping the last of it off his face, and using the action to focus even more on Bad Boy. Damn, the man was delicious. Built. Oh, how he was built. Broad shoulders, thickly muscled biceps, and washboard abs clearly visible through his unbuttoned leather vest. Everything Wade liked best all packaged together with so much attitude he could almost taste it across fifty feet of sand. Somehow Bad Boy didn’t strike Wade as the usual kind of person who watched surfers. Apart from the beach bunny women who drooled over toned male bodies, most of the rest of the viewers were fascinated by the surfers’ action on the waves. But Bad Boy seemed different. It was almost as if he was looking right inside Wade, measuring his innermost self.
Despite the scorching sun Wade shivered. Huh. He must be imagining it. Obviously he’d used up too many calories out on the water and his blood sugar was too low. A beer and a couple of hot dogs would solve that problem.
Wade strode up the dune to his truck, ripped open the Velcro ankle tie and hefted his surfboard into the truckbed, laying it on the old blanket he always kept there. His board was the best he could afford and he didn’t want it damaged.
“Niiiice,” rumbled a very sexy deep bass voice right behind his ear.
Wade whipped around. Bad Boy was standing an inch away from him. How had he gotten here so silently? Hastily he took a breath and replied. “It’s a Christenson. Chris shaped it for me personally.”
“I meant you, not the board, although it’s okay I guess.”
“Okay? Just okay? It—” Wade snapped his mouth shut and tried to stem his anger. That damn board had cost him a shitload of money and it was damn-near perfect. In fact, not even damn-near. It was perfect. Wade forced himself to take another breath and that’s when he saw the sparkling light in Bad Boy’s black eyes and realized he was being teased. Also, Bad Boy had complemented him. As if his physique was anything like as awesome as Bad Boy’s.
“My name’s Wade.” He stuck out his hand.
“Killian. Good to meet you, blondie.”
Killian’s hand was rough as if from hard physical labor, his grip firm but not bone crushing. And his voice was every bit as sexy as the first time he’d spoken.
“You’re interested in surfing?”
“A little I guess. Mostly I’m interested in you.”
“Me?”
Bad Boy gripped Wade’s hand more firmly and Wade stared at their hands, surprised that the clasp was somehow erotic rather than formal. Killian’s hand was as tanned as his own, but larger, firmer. A vision of that hand spanking his ass shot through Wade’s mind and he almost drooled with lust. Wow. He really needed to get his head on straight before he said or did something stupid.
“It’s too damn hot out here. Let’s go get a beer somewhere air conditioned.”
A beer sounded good to Wade. “I was just about to get some lunch as well. There’s a great hot dog stand just along the bluff. No air conditioning though.”
Killian finally let go of Wade’s hand and slapped him on his shoulder. “As long as I can get out of the sun I’ll survive.”
Wade grabbed a towel and his flip-flops out of the truck, grinning at the horrified look on Killian’s face when he slipped his wet, sandy feet into the plastic footwear. “Normally I go barefoot but sometimes there’re bits of metal or glass up near the road,” he explained.
“Flip-flops? Seriously? Real men don’t wear flip-flops.” The bass rumble was every bit as horrified as the look on Bad Boy’s face.
“Bare feet are my thing. Really.” Wade led the way to the hot dog stand, waving at the owner and holding up two fingers. The kid waved back and handed him two fully loaded hot dogs, then pulled two ice-cold longnecks out from under the counter. Wade carried them across to a table under an umbrella where Killian was sitting in the shade. Wade handed over a hot dog and a beer to Killian, placed his own food on the table, then dropped his towel onto the chair before sitting down.
“It’s plastic. It doesn’t matter if you get it wet.”
“I know, but some of the chairs are metal and I don’t need a burned ass.” Even as he said the words the image of Bad Boy’s big hands spanking him shot into his mind again and he swallowed hard. What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t even know this man.
Rushing to change the subject he asked, “Are you just here for the Fourth of July holiday? The fireworks won’t begin until ten tonight. Sunset is close to nine and it’s not really dark for half an hour after that.”

****

Killian stared into Wade’s eyes. They were the dark blue of the ocean near the horizon. A deep, penetrating color that rocked him all the way to his core. He’d started off by watching the way blondie surfed. His body moved on that board like a dancer over the waves. The sea appeared to part to let him though, offering him a smooth, graceful ride all the way into the shore. But the closer the surfer came to him, the more Killian could see the sheer muscular strength that held Wade’s body in pace. Arms outstretched for balance, legs braced to turn the board as the waves rolled by, all in complete balance and harmony. Fuck yes, blondie made it look so easy but Killian knew that was totally deceiving. If he tried to do it he’d fall off the board in ten seconds and likely break half the bones in his body as well. And that was if he didn’t drown. No. Surfing took skill, balance, precision, toughness of body and mind. All characteristics that turned him on, and blondie here turned him on in spades. It took everything in him not to slam Wade face down on the table and fuck him. Or maybe throw him to the ground and suck his cock until he screamed and begged for more.
Killian swallowed hard. “I’m here to watch the fireworks with you, and then we can make some fireworks of our own. Private ones.” He kept his gaze fixed on Wade as he spoke, watching the gleam in those blue eyes, the smile tilting the edges of his mouth up at the corners, the faint blush spreading across blondie’s tanned face.
“Fireworks huh? That sounds like the kind of plan I could agree to.”
“In that case I’d better get us each another hot dog. We’re going to need the extra calories.”
Wade grinned. “Better pick up a couple of apple pies as well for the sugar hit.”
Killian’s breath hitched. Fuck waiting for tonight. He jumped to his feet and pulled Wade against him, lowering his mouth for a kiss. Wade’s lips were soft and salty, then hard and passionate. Absolutely perfect.


Berengaria Brown
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Saturday, December 31, 2016

New Year's Eve and Auld Lang Syne from Kaye Spencer

Another year behind us—another year before us to embrace for all the wonders it will bring.

A good many people around the world lift a glass in good cheer as they sing a rousing rendition of Robert Burns' Auld Lang Syne in the midnight hour as an optimistic welcome to the New Year and as a sentimental tribute to the Old Year.

But Robert Burns didn't write the poem. Rather, he wrote down the lyrics to an old Scottish folk song and added to it.

According to my sources*, "...Though the history of the authorship of the poem is labyrinthine and disputed, Burns is generally credited with penning at least two original stanzas to the version that is most familiar to revelers of the New Year."

Here are the first two stanzas as Burns recorded them:

Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns

    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And never brought to mind?
    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And auld lang syne!
  
Chorus.

    For auld lang syne, my dear,
    For auld lang syne.
    We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne."

So, from me to you, wherever you may be, here is a bagpipe presention of Auld Lang Syne performed by the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards.



Until next year,

Kaye

Writing the West one romance upon a time
www.kayespencer.com

[This is my traditional New Year's Eve post.]

*Poems for the New Year - https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poems-new-year
*Robert Burns website - http://www.robertburns.org/