Look Who Dropped By Today: Evie Knight

Happy Book Birthday! Reading is something everyone enjoys. It’s a chance to let our imaginations soar. Evie Knight’s book does just that. So, if you like things hot while you read, pick up your copy today. Be Warned: anal sex, sex toys


ImageGerard’s Quest by Evie Knight

In Bed with the Enemy, 2

About the Book: 

Gérard Laurent has spent the past five years searching for a lost family heirloom. He’s tired of all the clues leading him nowhere and just when he fears he’s run out of leads his lover’s archenemy presents him with a lead he can’t turn down.

Brokenhearted by his actions, Julianne is determined to make his life miserable any way she can. Revenge is bittersweet but she succeeds until the tables are turned. Gérard steals a kiss reawakening her feelings for him, only he still won’t apologize.

Julianne is ready to forget Gérard when a notorious art thief offers her a painting she fancies in exchange for Gérard’s amulet. It’ll be the ultimate payback if she accepts it.

Will love conquer all?


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Excerpt from Gerard’s Quest:

No woman provoked him the way Julianne did. First she outbid Philipe, his dealer, and purchased the amulet Gérard sought. Then, she sold it to him, failing to disclose it was one of the imitations and not the authentic one he needed. Did she really think refunding him would solve the matter? She took a step toward the elevator but he tightened his hold on her, forcing her to remain where she stood.

Fury burned him inside out and the vein in his neck pulsed. “You’d do well in briefing your lawyer.” His voice hardened. “Because if you don’t stay the hell out of my way at auctions I won’t hesitate to sue your ass.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist, crushing her body to his, then closed his mouth on hers, punishing her with his kiss.

“Stop this,” Julianne said, not fighting him.

Gérard slid his hand up her back until he reached her neck. He lifted her off her feet by a few inches, and backed her to the wall. “Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, brushing his lips against hers as he spoke.


“Do you want me to stop?” He had no intention of stopping, just quite the opposite.

“N-No,” she whispered.

“You must stop pursuing the same items I want, Jules.” Gérard held her face, and he covered her mouth with his once more. Her lips were soft and warm, waking up every cell in his body. “Do you understand?” He dragged his hands down her front then cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples until the tips poked through her dress’s fabric.

Gérard broke the kiss and brushed his lips along her jaw. “Don’t defy me because you will lose.” He made his way to her earlobe. “It’s a promise,” he whispered. She’d go on a date with another man but he’d ensure she only thought of him, of his words.

“Do you miss me?” he asked, grazing her earlobe with his teeth.


“Do you miss us, Jules?” His thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipple.

“Y-yes,” she said.

Gérard captured her mouth, his tongue breaking through the barrier of her lips, taking what belonged to him, demanding her surrender, and reminding her she would always be his.



Look Who Dropped By Today: Kristen Hope Mazzola







My special guest this morning is Kristen Hope Mazzola, author of Crashing Back Down. I’ve just started reading the book, and from what little I’ve read, I totally agree with the comments below.ImageAbout Crashing Back Down, Image

Mags McManus has just become a war widow in her mid-twenties. Her late husband, Randy, left for the Army right after their wedding. Instead of celebrating his homecoming and living in marital bliss with her soulmate, Mags finds herself living in constant agony. Dealing with the guilt of still living without Randy, are Randy’s best friends and parents. 

Rising from the ashes of this tragedy, Mags starts to learn how to love and trust again, finally being able to find happiness. But sometimes things really are too good to be true and again Mags learns how cruel the world can be as she crashes back down.


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About the Author:

You want to know more about me? Well, let’s see…
I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams.  I have a full time “day job” and by night I am author.  I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those).  I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.  
Please feel free to contact me to chat about my writing, books you think I’d like or just to shoot the, well you know.
A portion of all my royalties are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.


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Where Are You Spring?

It’s snowing again. March 22, and it’s snowing again! Isn’t that the most depressing thing you’ve ever heard? I love snow. I look forward to it for Christmas, but in March? Not so much. I took this photograph from my living room window last week. See the snow? See the beautiful blue sky? Well today, the snow’s as high, but the sky’s an uncompromising, miserable gray, and the snow is coming down heavily. We may get six to nine inches before it’s done this time.  When will it end? 


I’m a Canadian. I’ve heard the jokes about our super politeness. I’ve seen the commercials that have us go from summer to winter at the drop of a hat, but I’ve had it. We’re supposed to be rugged and hardy and used to this stuff, but seriously, enough is enough.  But, I think I have to accept some blame for Mother Nature’s confusion.

Didn’t I whine and complain it was too hot and too muggy last summer? Didn’t I hide in the air conditioned house rather than go out and bask in the heat? How many times did I say, “if only it were five or ten degrees cooler.”  No wonder Mother Nature’s confused! There was no satisfying me. 

This year I pledge not to complain about the heat. I won’t stay inside and  spend my days writing. I’m going out there to enjoy the sun. There are bound to be rainy days for work and storytelling. I’ll treasure the hot days and embrace the warm nights. I’ll remember each of the -40 degree days and the close to 100 inches of snow we had. This summer I swear, I won’t complain–well not as much.

So, as I watch the weather alert, I’m putting on my optimistic smile and planning to see grass for Easter. Come on, Mother Nature. You’ve got a month to get this mess cleaned up. 


Look Who Dropped By Today: Bethany-Kris

I’d like to welcome Canadian author Bethany-Kris today. Bethany is here to tell us about her latest book, The Arrangement, which is a contemporary erotic romance, not for the faint of heart. I’m about halfway through the book now, and it’s raised my blood pressure a time or two. I’m really enjoying the story and the complex characters. I can’t wait to see how the relationship with Anton and Vine develops–and if I add a little to my knowledge of knowledge of the steamier side of things, that’s okay too. Image

Publisher: Crimson Romance

Release Date: March 17th, 2014

Length: 319 pages, estimated


When a Cosa Nostra girl and a Bratva boy meet…

 About The Arrangement:

Nothing will stop the Bratva mob boss from taking back what’s his, and once he has her, he’ll do anything to keep her…

Viviana “Vine” Carducci’s and Anton Avdonin’s marriage was decided more than two decades ago. The deal between leading mafia families has more on the line than anyone knew, even if the Bratva and Cosa Nostra shouldn’t mix. When Vine’s family is murdered and she’s left with nothing more than her grief to survive the mob world alone, she believes the arrangement won’t see the light of day.

Anton can’t allow the one woman he was supposed to love get away. At the possibility of her death, he steps in to save her with guns blazing, knowing exactly what it might cost him: everything. But it’s been nearly a decade since their last meeting, and he can’t help but wonder if the woman he took back is the same girl he fell for all those years before.

Protected and loved, Vine is unable to forget their shared moments a lifetime ago, or the future she knows they’re owed. When an old flame of Anton’s shows up to rip the veil off the carefully constructed secrets he’d been hiding, she learns that nothing about her life is as it seems. But, that’s nothing compared to the bomb about to blow. Can Vine see beyond the pain and blood to take what she always wanted? And just how far will the mob prince go to keep her safe?

In a world where violence, deceit, and greed reign, your life is not your own, and sometimes, love has to be arranged.

Excerpt from The Arrangement:

“Why all the safety precautions if you’re expecting me to live openly here?” she asked. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”

Anton cocked a brow. “I’m hoping your uncle will be a lot less brazen if I’m not keeping you hidden.” He still hadn’t let go of her sides, those teasing thumbs of his rolling gently against the undersides of her breasts in tender motions. “Deny that you want this, too, Vine. You’ve always wanted me. You want this life because you were meant for it, and I have waited more than long enough to get you here living it with me.”

“You’re not giving me a choice. I’ve spent the last three years thinking that this arrangement was over, and then you come in with guns blazing and a house on lockdown, Anton. That’s … It’s not fair. You signed my death warrant doing this.”

Immediately, his hands left her skin. She wanted them back, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to admit that fact. “It was already signed.”


Placing his hands to his knees, Anton shook his head and muttered, “He was already getting ready to put out a hit on you. That guard of yours was probably going to be the one to do it to get his in with the family. I was hoping to see you back in the states before I approached you myself, but Sonny didn’t give me the chance.”

No one likes to off a woman, Vine.

She couldn’t help but remember Sam saying that. Would he have done it?

“You can’t possibly know that for sure.”

The look he gave turned her stomach with fear. “I can and I do, Vine. There are men in that organization who are less trustworthy than a snake. Even their eyes and ears can be bought. I stepped in now because I needed to, not because I thought you were ready, or that you wanted me to.”

An ache settled in her chest. How was she supposed to trust him?

“Sonny wouldn’t kill me simply because I wanted to marry you, Anton. I’m not worth a damn thing to him alive, nothing more than a nuisance he has to look after.” Frustrated by his lack of expression, her bitterness rose.  “Dead I’m worth even less though, right?”

“Dead you’re worth nothing,” Anton admitted, hurting Viviana a little more. “That is exactly what your uncle wants to achieve. For secrets to remain hidden from his family and for his power to remain intact.”

That only left her more disturbed, emotions rolling from one thing to the next without ever landing on just one feeling. “Our families won’t merge now, regardless if we’re married or not. So you lied to me earlier when you said that’s what this was about. A marriage is only going to cause more issues. I’m worthless to the Bratva; you practically said so yourself.”

“No, you’re worth a great deal, especially if you’re married to me.”

But, why?

“You’re hiding something from me,” she realized, hurt that he was lying again, even if it was by omission. Viviana couldn’t decide which stung worse—that he didn’t trust her, or that he thought she didn’t deserve to know whatever it was. “What aren’t you saying?”

Anton looked stricken, fingers drumming a quick beat on his thighs. “I gave them my word. It was supposed to be them explaining this to you if they desired to—all the reasons and things that happened years ago. It’s not my story to tell, and I promised. My word is all I’m worth if you consider the way I live; without it, I have nothing.” Reaching out, he cupped a hand over her knee and ran it along the inside of her jittery leg. With his fingers moving so softly against her inner thigh, he pressed his fingertips close enough to her center to make Viviana throb with need. Murmuring, he said, “Can’t you try to trust me? Viviana, you know me … you do.”

She ignored his plea. “Who, Anton?” His fingers pressed harder at her words, grip tightening when Viviana refused to react to his motions. What she really wanted was more. So much more of his hands on her body, but she didn’t dare speak that out loud. “Was it my father, or Nicoli? Who?”

“I can’t answer that right now.” With that, he stood and held out a hand for her to take. “Come, I’ll get you back in bed for the evening. Let you rest and get the last of that sedative out of your system. I promise you’ll feel better in the morning.”

Too exhausted to argue, her palm met his. Anton’s lips touched down to Viviana’s fingers in a flutter of movement. She wouldn’t have noticed the quick kiss had she not felt the heat of his mouth brushing along her sensitive skin. She might as well have been sixteen and falling for him all over again.

Viviana couldn’t figure out if she was willing enough to let him do it. It didn’t help that she wasn’t all too sure if she knew this man anymore. Was he the same one she wanted all those years ago? Had his feelings remained the same nearly a decade later … was that even possible? Could someone want another that much?

What was even more frightening was that with his blue eyes watching, and his hand connected with hers, waiting, Anton still felt like hers.

Just like he always had.


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About Bethany-Kris:

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. Between a full-time job, playing children, snuggling animals, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.

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What Springtime Activity Is Your Favorite?

Welcome to this stop on the Books To Go Now’s Spring Fling Blog Hop. 


It’s great to be part of this blog tour. At the end of the blog, please comment on this page for your chance to win an autographed paperback  copy of Fire Angel. Make sure you leave your email address so I can contact you an address.  If you reside outside Canada or the U.S., I’ll be glad to send you a digital copy instead. 

According to the calendar, spring starts on March 20, this year and I’ve only got one thing to say about that–has anyone given Mother Nature the date? At the moment, it’s a balmy -25 C, -13 for my American friends, and according to 14 day forecast, it isn’t going to rise much above 0 C, 32 F. In fact, the highs and lows are all expected to be below average for the duration. The national weather gurus predict we’ll have unseasonably cold weather right into May. I miss the heat! 

This has been the longest winter that I can remember. It started in November, and so far we’ve had 180 cm, 71 inches of snow, and there’s more in the forecast. We also had another 366 mm, 14 inches, of rain. This winter we had days where the temperature hovered around -40, at that temperature the Celsius and Fahrenheit scale meets. So, as I look out my window–it’s a beautiful, if cold, day, I turn my thoughts to spring –sure they do!

My favorite spring activity isn’t spring cleaning, but it does involve tidying. As soon as the ground is dry, which may not be until June given the amount of snow we still have, I love to go out and putter in the yard, cleaning out the flower beds for the spring and summer flowers to come. I enjoy watching the tiny plants force their way out of the ground. I love to see the buds on the trees and the blooms on the lilac bushes. Most of all, I like being outside after being cooped up inside so long. It’s great to see the song birds come back and get rid of the huge flocks of crows that haunt our trees in winter. They don’t call it a murder of crows without reason! 

I have a gorgeous yard surrounded by a vine that may look like crap at the moment, but turns into a solid green wall in spring and summer. My yard becomes a green grotto where I can sit and enjoy the sunny days and the starry nights. I try to have at least one moonlight scene in all of my books because I love sitting out on a warm spring/summer night, watching the fire in the outdoor firepit and enjoying a glass of wine or a cold beer. 

It may still be winter outside, but now, my thoughts are firmly fixed on spring. 

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Just For The Weekend

My life has changed in a split second it seems. One day I was a retired school teacher with more time on my hands than I knew what to do with, the next, I’m a published author, without enough time in my day to accomplish everything I need to do. 


It absolutely amazes me to think how far I’ve come in such a short time. Last year at this time, I was all excited about the upcoming release of my first novel, Fire Angel, on April 29, 2013. This year, Crimson will release my latest book Just For The Weekend, on April 14, 2014. What a way to celebrate an anniversary! Unlike Fire Angel, Just For The Weekend is a contemporary romance–no evil villains in this one, although I have four of those to be released later in the spring and early summer.

The idea for this novel came from my husband’s fascination with Star Trek. It has long been his dream to attend a sci-fi convention, but the timing and cost, just haven’t worked out for us. Just after I sold Fire Angel, I was still part of a group of aspiring writers who had a monthly writing contest. No prizes involved but just a lot of help from like-minded budding authors. You’re given a theme, some words to use and voila! Write a 1,000 word story. I wrote a scene that appears in Just For The Weekend. I never submitted it. From the moment I started to write the scene I knew I wanted to do more with it. I played around with it off and on for the next few months and decided to try my hand with it at Harlequin’s SYTYCW. The first chapter was well-received by readers and writers, but didn’t make the cut. I’d finished the story as required and after some tweaking, I subbed it to Crimson. I’m glad I did.

My editor was wonderful and helped me polish the story to make it the best it could be. 

About Just For The Weekend:

Sometimes, you have to step out of the box.

Kindergarten teacher, Cleo James, needs a break. For the past three years, she’s put her life on hold to help her father deal with grief, but now she’s ready to move on. A weekend in Vegas at a sci-fi convention may be just the place to start. She’ll be costumed as an alien and no one will recognize her. What could go wrong? Things get complicated when she’s attracted to a conventioneer whom she believes is a gorgeous Chippendale dancer.  Can Cleo set her strict moral code aside and enjoy what promises to be a once upon a time weekend?

Multimillionaire real estate developer, Sam Mason has sworn off serious relationships. In Vegas to visit family and friends, he’s talked into attending a sci-fi convention for the night. Dressed as an alien, he’s confident he can elude the usual gold diggers looking to star in the role of Mrs. Sam Mason. When he spots a beautiful woman dressed as a green-skinned slave girl, he’s captivated by her and changes his plans to leave Vegas in the morning. The more time he spends with her, the more he realizes she’s unlike any woman he’s known. Fantastic sex and too much alcohol find him married to his alien siren, but before he can tell her the truth about himself and see if they can make their marriage work, the bride vanishes.  Finding her is going to be a challenge.