Monday, 13 July 2015



About The Book

Title: Tempted by Pleasure (Secret Invitation Part One)
Author: Devon Hart
Genre: Erotica
Tempted by Pleasure LargeWelcome to a game of risk and indiscretion.
The prize: a night of passion.
The price: your silence.
Nothing exciting happens to someone like me. I live between the lines, only dreaming about breaking the rules. My chance at love disappeared the night I left home to escape my old life.
Eight years later, I never expected that “old life” to resurface in my bookstore.
Foster Wagner is the type of man most women would crawl through fire or broken glass to possess. And judging by the way he’s staring, that danger goes both ways.
I’m in trouble.
Note: Part Two will be released soon.

Author Bio

Devon Hart lives in the Pacific Northwest and loves to travel. Married to her biggest fan, her husband is the inspiration behind many of her super sexy heroes. When she’s not hanging out with friends or in the garden, she can be found in her favorite spot in the house reading or writing her next story.


Book Excerpts
Excerpt One (Language and sexual references):
The next morning, dressed in my favorite power suit, I park outside Erin’s bookstore and review her profile for the hundredth time. With my professional connections, I have access to private records. I scan the last page. She’s 5’5, 120 pounds, athletic, and in good health. Kevin will consider her the perfect specimen. We’ll find out after he examines her in his downtown office this afternoon.
I secure the file in my brief case, then grab the bouquet of green orchids off my backseat. Mary greets me from the counter.
“Mr. Wagner?”
“Good morning Mary. Is Erin here?”
“She’s in the back.”
“Can I find my own way?”
She eyeballs the flowers and smiles. “Don’t tell her I said yes.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
I end up at a closed door and knock.
“Come in.”
I peek inside. Her face is buried in a book and she doesn’t look up. “Need help, Mary?”
“I’ll let you decide.”
At the sound of my voice, her head snaps up. “Foster Wagner.”
I step into her office. “That’s all you have to say to me after all these years?”
“It’s more than you deserve.”
I laugh, knowing Erin is all pretense; I can tell from the way she sits and her tight expression. “Still can’t forgive me for being young?”
“You mean desperate?”
“Don’t blame your hormones for crude behavior.” Her gaze sweeps downward, pausing on my crotch.
“Memory lane?”
She blushes, then glares at me. “Don’t be rude.”
“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” I lay the flowers on her desk. “Peace offering?”
“Light green orchids.” She looks confused. “How did you know? There’s at least fifty stems here. I can’t accept such an extravagant gift.”
“A peace offering.”
I love the way she says my name. Those lips should be wrapped around my cock, not chastising me for past sins.
“Why are you here?”
“To reconnect.”
“We didn’t part on good terms.”
“I’m fully aware.” The painful memory has never faded, but I’ll do anything to make it up to her. I’ve waited years for this moment. “Let’s have lunch.”
“I-I . . .”
“It’s not a lifelong commitment, Erin, it’s lunch.”
She sets her book aside. “I know.”
“Is that a yes?”
She shakes her head. “What about yesterday?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why didn’t you tell me who you were?”
“I wanted to see if you’d figure it out.”
“But you told Mary you didn’t like Edgar Allan Poe. Return the books, Foster, they’re too valuable to end up with someone who doesn’t appreciate them. I don’t like games.”
“No?” I ask, knowing differently. “Who said anything about a game?”
She stands, rubbing her hands together. “So I’m supposed to believe you waltz in here to simply reconnect after you spent nearly five thousand dollars on me over the course of two days?”
“Five thousand?” I play stupid.
“Those flowers cost a fortune.”
“I didn’t ask for a receipt.”
“My goodness.” She edges closer, a mixture of emotions on her pretty face. “Is it possible the obnoxious jock has grown a heart? Learned to be a gentleman?” She’s so close I can smell her delicate perfume over the fragrant flowers. “Did your mother put you up to this?”
“My mother?” I laugh. “She’s on an extended holiday in Italy.”
“Your father? Our parents still play golf together.”
“I haven’t spoken to the old man in weeks.”
“I suppose you were never the kind of son who took orders very well.” She perches on the edge of her desk, her legs spread wide enough so I can see the shape of her pussy lips through her snug jeans. “Congratulations on your successful business endeavors.  How was Saudi Arabia?”
That catches me off guard. I’m starting to think she recognized me in the book store, but didn’t want to admit it. “You’ve kept up with my career?”
“My mother keeps me up-to-date and I occasionally watch the local news.”
A perfectly reasonable explanation, but it still surprises me. “My sixth trip in four years. We’re about to close a deal on wind turbines. Green energy is the future.”
“I agree, but how can you specialize in environmentally friendly technologies and pump the earth dry of petroleum and natural gas at the same time. This fracking bullshit is a nightmare. Earthquakes near Dallas?”
I brush a stray hair out of her eyes. “Geopolitics mostly. But don’t get too preachy, baby. If I want to debate environmental issues, I’ll call the Texas Commission on Environmental Quality. Right now, all I want is to spend time with you.”
She presses her lips together. “Just searching for moral and intellectual clarity.”
“Something I’m sure you’d swear I’ve never had.”
“There’s always hope.”
I chuckle. She’s still my angel, the moral compass I always needed to help keep me on the straight and narrow. Only she’s gone from pretty to beautiful.
 “If I agree to meet you for lunch, will you stop harassing me?”
 “Can’t make any promises.” I’d do anything for her, but I can’t let her know that too soon.
She folds her hands on her lap, staring up at me. “I don’t know whether I should be flattered or run. You always were cocky, Foster.”
And you were always a patronizing little tease I couldn’t get enough of. With all the references and stares at my man parts, I know what she’s thinking about.
I reach around her and pick up the phone. “Mary?”
“Mr. Wagner?”
“Do you keep vases in the break room?”
“Please bring a large one filled with cool water to Ms. Covington’s office.” I replace the headset, letting my arm brush against Erin’s thigh. “Easy fix. If you don’t get those expensive flowers into water, they’ll wilt.”
“This is a waste of time.”
She slides off the desk, but I block her path. “If you didn’t want me here, you would have ordered me out of your office.”
“Maybe,” she admits. “Or perhaps I’m just getting my daily dose of entertainment.” She gazes up at me, her forehead creased in stubbornness.

I’m lost in her eyes, wishing I could bypass all the formalities and just fuck her now.  



About the Book

Title: Wings in the Dark
Author: Michael Murphy
Genre: Historical / Cozy Mystery
Wings in the Dark_MurphyWitty and stylish in the classic Dashiell Hammett tradition: in Michael Murphy’s latest high-flying Jake & Laura Mystery, their Hawaiian honeymoon is interrupted when their friend Amelia Earhart is accused of murder.
 Hawaii, 1935. Mystery novelist Jake Donovan and actress Laura Wilson are in gorgeous sun-soaked Hawaii, but their best laid plans for canoodling on the beach are interrupted by a summons from famed aviatrix Amelia Earhart. It seems a local businessman has been gunned down next to her plane. In just days, the famous pilot intends to fly from Honolulu to Los Angeles, making aviation history over the Pacific. But now, without Jake and Laura’s help, Earhart’s flight might never take off. Trailing a killer, the newlyweds’ sleuthing leads to a jealous pilot, a cigar-chomping female officer of the “Royalist Militia” and a notoriously disagreeable lieutenant colonel named Patton. With a sinister killer lurking in the shadows, it’s safe to say the honeymoon is over . . . and the danger has just begun.

Author Bio

Historical mystery writer Michael Murphy, author of the Jake and Laura mystery series


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Tuesday, January 8, 1935
I might have turned down the invitation of a tour of Oahu by air, even though it had come from Amelia Earhart. I wasn’t crazy about airplanes and neither was Laura, but when she suggested the experience might help me write some future Blackie Doyle book, I had to agree.
Within minutes of takeoff, I’d forgotten about Blackie. Over the drone of the single engine, the wing above my head popped and cracked without provocation, probably rivets coming loose.
The only window on the side of the modified six-passenger plane was in a door several feet behind me, so we could see little except out the front of the cockpit. As we flew along the coast, the plane rose and dipped, allowing Amelia to point at some new island wonder out the front window. The flight had become a sixty-minute roller-coaster ride at Coney Island.
As we circled along the south coast, the plane banked. I braced my feet against the bottom of the plane and blinked as a shaft of midday sun shot through the cockpit window.
Seated beside me, Laura reached over and squeezed my hand. Laura appeared fascinated by the blue water and lush green of Hawaii, so different from Queens, where we both grew up. “Darling, isn’t the view fabulous?”
It wasn’t fear but anxiety. I’d faced fear in Europe during the Great War, on the streets of New York as a gumshoe, and in cities around the country as a Pinkerton. I’d taken a bullet in the leg two years ago. I could handle tough guys and rough situations, but an airplane was held up by air.
It helped little that in the pilot seat in front of me was the most famous woman in the world. Laura’s friend, who barely paid attention to the controls or the dozen or so gauges, pointed out Hawaiian landscapes with the knowledge and enthusiasm of a sightseeing-tour guide. “Oahu is the third largest island in Hawaii but holds more than half of the population and the largest city, Honolulu.”
The outside of the plane was a bright red, the inside was steel gray. Mechanics had removed all nonessential weight, except the two seats Laura and I occupied behind Amelia (and they would be taken out after the flight)—anything to lighten the plane’s weight in preparation for her historical flight across the Pacific to the West Coast in three days’ time.
Laura had been chatting with the friend she’d met in New York since Amelia greeted us outside the hangar and escorted us to the plane. “This is so nice of you, to take us up like this.”
“Consider it a belated wedding present.”
I would have preferred a toaster.
Amelia glanced over her shoulder at Laura. “I had to take her up for a shakedown flight anyway. We’ve had a number of mechanical problems since we arrived in Hawaii back in December.”
“Mechanical problems?”
Laura reached over and patted my hand. “Relax, darling.”
“There.” Amelia pointed out the window. I couldn’t see until the plane dove and revealed a battleship the length of two football fields. “That’s the closest we’ll get to Pearl Harbor. The military doesn’t like civilians encroaching on their airspace.”
Good. As if flying wasn’t dangerous enough, we were one slipup from getting shot down.
“Beyond the white sand beach of Waikiki is Diamond Head.” The plane rose as Amelia pulled back on the yoke. “We’ll get a better view if we climb to four thousand.”
When the plane leveled off, Amelia nudged the yoke forward. “From the air you can see Diamond Head is actually a crater formed hundreds of thousands of years ago.”
The plane shuddered and shook. Amelia offered a reassuring smile. “Updrafts are common around mountains.”
Then let’s go around the damn mountain.
For a moment the flight smoothed out and I released a breath.
A sharp bang came from the back of the plane. I tried not to show my apprehension. I had a tough-guy image to uphold. “What was that?”
Amelia chuckled. “Nothing.”
Nothing! I held on to the strap.
Amelia let go of the yoke. The plane was flying itself!
“We’re coming up on your hotel. Let’s take a closer look.”
I gripped the edge of the seat as the plane descended rapidly.
“Don’t get too close.”
Amelia chuckled. “Do you have a suite?”
Laura shook her head. “We have one of the original cabanas. It’s small, but it’s right on the ocean with a private cove.”
On the beach, people waved. We passed by our cabana and the beach we’d walked on nearly every day since our arrival after the New Year.
Laura checked her watch. “I hate to say this, but we need to be getting back.”
“Right, your interview.” Amelia pulled back on the yoke, and the plane began to climb. We headed toward Wheeler Field. I had never felt more relieved to have an upcoming meeting with a reporter.



Neighbors with Benefits (Anderson Brothers #2) by Marissa Clarke   

  About the Book: 
 CEO Michael Anderson might be something of a “control freak.” Still, he’s not quite sure why his therapist thinks dogsitting will fix anything―especially since he and the canine share a kind of mutual loathing. And to make matters worse, a house sitter moves in next door disrupting his peace—and his dates—with the worst possible music at the worst possible time… every time.   Free-spirited artist Mia Argaropolis has settled into the perfect gig—housesitting in NYC’s Upper West Side while working as an art therapist. Too bad she’s stuck living next door to a bossy control freak with a penchant for calling building security when she blasts music to drown out the noises coming through his bedroom wall.   Post-apocalyptic dinner rolls that nearly take her kitchen with them, a douchebag ex, and a Shih Tzu with the personality of Godzilla attack Mia in one day, and her unlikely neighbor comes to the rescue. Like it was her fault. And now, somehow, they find themselves engaged? Both agree, this neighborly feud just got taken to a whole new level.

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  About the Author: 

 Marissa Clarke lives in Texas, where everything is bigger, especially the mosquitoes.   When not writing, she wrangles her rowdy pack of three teens, husband, and a Cairn Terrier named Annabel, who rules the house (and Marissa's heart) with an iron paw.   Prior to attending University of Houston Law School, she received a B.A. in English Literature with a minor in Drama from the University of Houston. She has taught drama and playwriting in a large public high school and English in a private school.   Currently, she serves as Vice-President of Programming for the West Houston RWA Chapter, and is a founding member of Houston YA/MG Writers, and the Blog.   Marissa also writes young adult novels for Penguin USA under the name Mary Lindsey. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.   Marissa Clarke's conference, signing, & event schedule can be found here: APPEARANCES   Website * Blog * Twitter * Facebook * Goodreads * Newsletter  

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Excerpt 2:   “You look beautiful,” he said, leaning against the support beam of the porch, looking all but edible in his suit and a tie with tiny red specks that matched her dress. He’d planned that out, not doubt. Always the planner. “It’s all about the dress,” she said. He caught her elbow and turned her to face him. “It’s about the woman in the dress. The woman I want out of the dress. The woman who is beautiful no matter what she wears,” he added, releasing her arm. “Stop selling yourself short. No pretense. No masks, remember?” The specks on his tie blurred and she blinked rapidly until her vision cleared. “Yes.” Up this close, she realized the red on the tie wasn’t specks, but the fins on tiny, geometric, interlocking fish—like an Escher painting. Complex and organized, just like the man. Something completely different when observed from a distance than when up close.

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About The Book

Title: Saving Babe Ruth
Author: Tom Swyers
Genre: Literary Fiction / Thriller / Sports
Based on a true story, Saving Babe Ruth is an award-winning novel about a family headed by David Thompson, a burned-out lawyer and Civil War buff. When he learns that the town's youth baseball league is going to fold, David’s love for the sport and for his son, Christy, inspire him to try to save it for the boys in town. David puts his fading career on hold as he struggles to resurrect this dream while at the same time trying to salvage his marriage to his wife, Annie.
Though Christy and Annie want to see him save the league, David finds himself in way over his head; the more he passionately tries to save it, the more he ends up hurting Christy and Annie. It’s a catch-22 that leaves his family wounded and David lost, wedged between his desire to revive the league so he can live with himself, and the desire to heal his family so they can live with him.
SavingBabeRuthBookCover423x648When David starts to keep secrets from Annie to satisfy these desires, he weaves a web of deceit that further fractures the family. At the same time, the town wrestles to keep its own secrets under wraps while it almost bursts with people leading double lives. They want David and the league to fail, and they’ll stop at nothing to get what they want, even if they have to go through Christy and Annie to get it.
With the help of Johnny McFadden--a newfound friend who's addicted to baseball--David concocts a plan to defend the league and his family. The pair will have to navigate through a maze of backroom politics, corruption, scandal and crime that extends to the professional sports world. David will have to call upon all of his legal and survival skills to try and turn things around.
Saving Babe Ruth is also the inspiring story about a baseball team full of teenage outcasts struggling to believe in themselves. When the time is right, they'll face the prospect of having to fight crazy with crazy to save baseball for themselves, their town and beyond.
The novel reveals the underbelly of youth sports that’s hurting communities nationwide today, but readers and reviewers say you don’t have to be a fan of baseball or sports to enjoy the story. Its themes, including one of community responsibility, are beginning to resonate. The story is so powerful that one of the nation’s leading professional sports agents has threatened a lawsuit over the book. The novel has even caused one town to come to a standstill to hold an emergency board meeting over it.

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New York Times bestselling author Margot Livesey says Swyers “has created a man for all seasons” in David Thompson and calls Saving Babe Ruth “an absorbing and compulsively readable novel.”
Saving Babe Ruth is the winner of a number of accolades including the 2015 Benjamin Franklin Book Award for “Best First Book: Fiction.”

If you like fast-paced and humor-laced stories, don’t miss this family’s fight to stay together as it confronts a youth sports underworld loaded with captivating characters.

Author Bio

Award-winning author Tom Swyers first had an audience on the edge of their seat (and the girls giggling) when his play, The Great Train Robbery, made its debut in the seventh grade.
TomSwyersProfileAfter high school, he worked his way through some of the best colleges in the country. Employed in a variety of jobs ranging from a late-night convenience store clerk to a fine jewelry salesperson, Tom eventually graduated from college and then worked his way through law school in the caverns of Wall Street.
Since then, he’s studied at the New York State Summer Writer’s Institute at Skidmore College. He’s also a member of both the Authors Guild and the Hudson Valley Writers Guild.
Along the way, he married his high school sweetheart and raised a family. With that came baseball, but that's another story (Saving Babe Ruth). Tom is also an award-winning youth sports advocate.
When he isn’t writing or reading, Tom is usually running (literally) away from trouble on the back roads of Upstate, New York where he lives with his family and two cats (really two dogs working undercover).
Saving Babe Ruth is his first novel and these are some of the awards it has received:
  • Gold Winner, “Best First Book: Fiction," 2015 Independent Book Publishers Association’s Benjamin Franklin Book Awards.
  • Silver Winner, “Best Popular Fiction," 2015 Independent Book Publisher Association’s Benjamin Franklin Book Awards.
  • Reader Views, “Best Regional Fiction 2014/2015: Northeast.”
  • Finalist, "Best New Fiction," 2014 USA Best Book Awards.