Today I’m pleased to spotlight a hot new multi-author box set written by seven fabulous authors. As part of their book tour, the authors will be giving away a $75 Amazon gift card. See the bottom of this post for more information.
Former rock star Dex Reed throws a wild comeback party in his Austin penthouse, and seven romances heat up the night. You’ll find these great authors in this hot new set: Riley Bancroft, Evelyn Berry, Cara Carnes, Jax Garren, Irene Preston, Rebecca Royce, Chandra Ryan
For a limited time you can get all seven book for $0.99!
No Quitting Allowed, Rebecca Royce – One last assignment and then Lana is quitting her job, quitting Austin, and moving on with her life. Until Jake stumbles into her and changes the direction of her whole world.
Twisted, Cara Carnes – Caleb “Colt” Douglas agreed to close out Twisted Delirium’s sold out world tour with a gig at SXSW for one reason–win back the woman he left behind.
Do Over, Chandra Ryan – When life offers Juliana a fresh start, will she follow her heart or play it safe?
Consortium, Riley Bancroft – Record exec Holt Michaelson married the enigmatic Chloe to keep his assets safe from a vindictive competitor, but after a fiery encounter with his new wife, he’s determined to claim her as his own, body and soul.
Tall Order, Irene Preston – Dylan made the worst mistake of his life when he chose his career over Aston, but tonight he’ll take a risk on Aston even if it’s too late.
Enchanted, Evelyn Berry – Stripped of her magic, fairy princess Aurora is torn between her duty to her imperiled family and to a brilliant musician who holds the key to their freedom…and her heart.
One Night with the Vampire, Jax Garren – Tonight Alex will finally possess the woman he’s craved, but Sofia’s dangerous family secrets threaten to tear them apart.
Excerpt from No Quitting Allowed by Rebecca Royce
“You’re staring at me.” She set her glass on the bar and it made a large clink.
“You’re beautiful. It’s easy to look at you.”
She waved her hand as if to indicate the room. “Stare at someone else.”
He looked around for no other reason than to appease her. She was a woman who needed a break. How badly did you have to be pushed to shove a bag and your job at your boss?
He caught the gazes of two of his employees. They waved with a lot of gusto. He grinned. They’d be hung over in the morning. It was a good thing he’d given them a few days off to enjoy South by Southwest. Employees weren’t productive when they’d rather be somewhere else.
“Nope,” he turned back to Lana, “I think I’d rather focus all my attention on you.”
“Why? Don’t you want to gaze at Dexter adoringly?”
“Let’s try a new refrain. We’ve had the Dexter back and forth already. I’ve registered it. You hate him. I don’t care one way or another about DBR. I listen to eighties’ punk. How about you?”
She pursed her lips. Whatever she was about to say, he’d wager money she would shout it. He could feel it in his bones. In their short acquaintance, Lana liked to yell. God, she was really going to be an exciting person to know.
So completely impolite on the street—and he had to admit, in the elevator. Yet, when she’d collided with him in her haste to get away from DBR, she’d apologized. Somewhere in all her bluster was a huge heart. He could see her light.
“I enjoy listening to Broadway musicals.” She shouted the fifth word, exactly as he’d known she would. “And any other music found in New York City.”
“Ah, I can feel an Austin dig coming on. And your criticism of my beloved city, I won’t take. Hate DBR all you want. Hate Austin? No, ma’am, no one with a soul can hate my city.”
The full blaze of Lana’s temper turned on him and all straight from her eyes. What did it say about him that he got so fucking hard? Tonight would be an important turning point in his life; he could feel revelations buzzing in his bones. By the end of the evening, he would know himself better.
Life was funny. The universe showed him truths at the most unexpected times. He’d known when he saw her on the street he had to purposely bump into her. She was a woman he needed to become acquainted with.
“Have you ever been to Manhattan?”
He smiled. “Sure.”
“And you wouldn’t rather be there than anywhere else in the universe?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Right, Lana, baby.” He had to add the last bit to watch her color rise. “I’m right where I want to be.”
Her grin twisted. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” Her query would be great, her mind had so far taken her mouth to really unusual statements.
“If any of the bedrooms in here are unoccupied, would you want to fuck me? A really big quasi-anonymous romp in the sheets? Immediately?”
About Rebecca Royce:
As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.
I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.
I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.
In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.
I’d love to hear from you!
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Excerpt from Twisted by Cara Carnes
His hands settled on my hips as hot breath fanned my pulse. Winding my fingers with his, I took a few deep breaths and regarded the lights of Austin sprawled before us. My head spun. Whether from the four shots or the musky heat enveloping me, it didn’t matter.
I’d lost my mind. Bring on the cute, white jacket with the shiny buckles in the back. Maybe a few months of self-hugs and padded rooms would knock sense into me. Seven years and I still reacted like he was the sun in my universe. My damned, traitorous body refused to loosen its grip on what’d once been.
Whatever rash judgment call I’d made to land myself on the highest balcony in Austin with Caleb holding me undid every step away from the past. The decision had little to do with exorcising the demons I’d battled and everything to do with the grand what-if my inner dreamer refused to let die.
What if he hadn’t left me? What if I’d fought to remain at his side?
The old me didn’t fight, scrabble for what was hers. She toed the line and remained unnoticed. Uncomplicated.
What a fucking stupid bitch.
“You’re scrunching your nose,” he accused with a chuckle. “What are you thinking about so intensely?”
I stilled under the implication. He remembered my tells? Answering meant going down the serious road. Tequila-filled Shasta had zero business opening the serious vault. Not when hussy Shasta was primed and ready to carouse.
Tonight. I’d give myself tonight to bask in the chemical imbalance Caleb Douglas created. I’d revel in the delirium and pretend the seven years we’d been separated meant nothing and I somehow stood a chance of competing against the millions of people filling the chasm between the man I loved and who he’d become, a rock sensation capable of having any woman he wanted.
“Why are you here? Why me?”
“It’s always been you, Shasta Monohan.”
About Cara Carnes
Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13.
In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves traveling, photography and reading.
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Excerpt from Do Over by Chandra Ryan
Luke Sinclair should give his full attention to the band playing on stage. Listening to musicians and finding the next big thing was, after all, his job. But he couldn’t. Not tonight. No matter how hard he tried, he found the young lady sitting across from him far more interesting.
Which probably tells me all I need to know about the band.
She was good looking, but pretty girls weren’t exactly a rarity in Austin. And since the festival, South by Southwest, was in full swing, lovely women were a dime a dozen. No, it wasn’t her appearance holding him captive. He couldn’t look away because she seemed to be so removed from the fun going on around her—and not in an arrogant or ironic way. She sat in the middle of the best party of the year, but her attention seemed focused the table in front of her. With her glazed over eyes, she appeared a thousand miles away. What could be keeping her from engaging in the scene with all the other patrons in the bar?
Sighing for probably the tenth time, she swirled the amber liquid around in the bottom of her glass. She hadn’t taken a single drink since he’d been watching her. She only played with it. Teased it with the promise of sliding past her full lips and down her slender throat. But in the end she denied the drink as she denied the atmosphere around her.
When she looked over and caught him staring at her, he stood. He’d obsessed about her long enough. He wasn’t a teenager. He didn’t gawk at women from afar. It was time he introduced himself.
After grabbing his drink, he made his way over to her table and smiled. “I do believe you’re cheating your drink out of its destiny.”
Her expression changed from one of melancholy to confusion. “I’m sorry?”
“It’s not me you should be apologizing to, angel.” He nudged his way between her and the person to her left to sit on the crowded bench next to her. “That poor whiskey is dying to be tasted.”
She glanced at her drink as if she finally remembered it. “Oh.” She focused her attention on him again. “Wait. How would you know what my whiskey wants?”
“I happen to have a lot in common with whiskey. We’re spirit brothers.”
“Are you, now?” She lifted the glass and took a slow sip. “You’re both certainly bold.”
“Life doesn’t favor the weak.”
About Chandra Ryan
Being from a rather nomadic family, Chandra Ryan loves to travel and meet people. But she’s found that sometimes, like when you’re stuck inside because of a good old-fashioned Southwestern heat wave, you have to make do. Fortunately for her and her loving family, who don’t like seeing her suffer from cabin fever, she’s found creating new people and places equally as fascinating. Also, you’re a lot less likely to spill your ice tea.
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Excerpt from Consortium by Riley Bancroft
“So you marry a stranger to escape instead?” He pursed his lips into a thin line, narrowing his gaze on her.
“Why now?” She stomped her foot. “Why are we having this conversation now and not three weeks ago before we said ‘I do?’”
“I didn’t realize then that your fiancé would show up, demanding you back.”
“He’s not my fiancé. You’re my husband.” Exasperated, she took his hand in hers. “There’s no reason to think for one second that I will leave. I’m not going anywhere.”
“And what about when you decide you need more? Hmm?” He took a step closer boxing her in against the side of their house. “What about when you want a relationship? When you want somebody to love you?”
Her heart dropped. After Adam tore her soul to shreds, she hadn’t wanted to be with anyone again, to go through the ache of being heartbroken and depressed. She’d written off men, figuring she would be better off alone. Yet, Holt offered her a different type of security, one she thought would satisfy her. It was a relationship with some benefits—not all.
“What about you? Do you plan on having affairs to keep yourself happy? You know this door swings both ways.”
“I already told you Chloe, I wouldn’t. My words should be good enough for you.” He rubbed his chin in slow back and forth strokes.
She took a deep breath and exhaled with force, trying to understand where their conversation headed. “I’m not going anywhere. This is you and me.”
He placed his palm against the stone exterior of the house right next to her head, effectively caging her. “I guess we’ll see after this weekend. You will be attending a South-by-Southwest party tomorrow night as my wife.”
As he said ‘my wife,’ her heartbeat sped up and warmth blossomed in her core. “Wha—I—what?”
“Dex Reed is throwing a party at his condo. There are rumors that he’s thinking of leaving his label to start his own and I want to sign him. I need you to be by my side to win him over with your charm and I will be introducing you as my wife.” Wife.
About Riley Bancroft:
Riley Bancroft grew up in the heart of Dallas. Ever since she was little she favored stories on the darker side, not only supernatural, but psychological. The pursuit of her writing career began when she wrote a short story based on an intimate scene to share with her friends. They encouraged her to write romance. And so, she did.
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Excerpt from Tall Order by Irene Preston:
Dylan closed his eyes at the unfairness of the whole fucked up night. Damn, damn, damn. The sound of his name on Win’s lips still made him weak at the knees. It made him want to punch the asshole in the other room and anyone else who’d touched Win while he was gone. It made him want to take Win home, and take him to bed, and remind him they belonged to each other. Dylan and no one else took care of Win. Unfortunately, none of that was possible, and it was all his fault.
“Win.” It was all he could manage. Up close Win was even more devastating. Dylan locked his knees so he wouldn’t take a step closer. If he started moving toward the man standing in the doorway, he wasn’t sure he could stop.
“Most people just call me Aston now.”
I’m not most people. Dylan stopped himself from saying it out loud.
Win watched him for a minute. “I didn’t know you were back in town.”
Was there a shadow of hurt in his eyes? Dylan couldn’t tell. The realization sliced him, because he had always been able to tell exactly what Win was thinking.
“Just got back.” What else was there to say? Yes, he was back in Austin. No, he wasn’t in New York. Yes, his Big Chance had been a Big Mistake. No, he never should have left. He should have stayed here, a medium-sized fish in a medium-sized pond instead of trying to swim in the ocean. He should never have forced Win to choose.
Win took a few steps closer and all the thoughts running around in Dylan’s head stopped cold so his brain could focus on one fact. Win. Right in front of him. I could touch him.
Win was so close Dylan had to tilt his head to keep looking at him. The angle brought back the memory of every time he’d angled his head just so when Win leaned in to kiss him.
Dylan held his breath, held as still as he could, and tried not to give the thought away.
Win gazed at him for a minute, then lifted one hand and trailed a finger down the front of Dylan’s shirt, lighting up nerve endings as he went.
About Irene Preston:
Irene Preston has to write romances, after all she is living one. As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away on a romantic honeymoon across Europe. Today they live in the beautiful hill country outside of Austin, Texas where Dream Man is still working hard to make sure she never has to take off her rose-colored glasses.
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Excerpt from Enchanted by Evelyn Berry
Dallas’ arms tightened low around her waist bringing her feminine heat in line with his hardness, wanting her to know what she did to him. The constant state of arousal he’d been living with since meeting her. She thrust her hips against his and they both moaned. He slid his hands down to cup her ass, walking them both further in the shadows to find a wall where he could love her the way he wanted…
Someone opened the exit door and a flood of light snapped them both out of their haze of desire. “Oops,” a woman’s voice exclaimed before giggling and shutting the door closed.
The darkness returned, but not the mood.
Loosening his grip, he withdrew a step. Dallas glanced in the dark searching for the exit and what to say.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you,” Aurora whispered to him, stealing away any good sense after that scorching kiss. Her bare feet shuffled across the floor until the door at the bottom of the stairs opened. Dallas blinked, keeping Aurora in his sights, but all he could see was her silhouette. Her blue hair absorbed the light creating an aura around her head. Her upturned nose and wide smile were pure joy as the sunlight in the small storage area. “Be careful coming down the stairs. There are a few hazards.”
Yes, he was looking at the biggest one.
About Evelyn Berry:
Evie Berry was made, born, and raised in Austin, but has lived in Michigan and Alaska. Yes, Alaska. She loves long road trips with her family, meeting new friends, and daydreaming about distant planets. After reading romance for most of her life, she finds putting her fantasies on paper a dream come true.
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Excerpt from One Night With the Vampire by Jax Garren
Alex shot her another one of his smiles like a ray of sunshine in the gloom. “I’ll put this in the icebox for later.” He took the Champagne to her refrigerator.
He bent over to slide the wine in, outlining his tight glutes beneath the chinos. As his therapist, she’d seen them naked already—pale, smooth skin over perfectly shaped muscles—but then he was a client on a table. In her kitchen, bent over as he sorted through leftovers to make space, he was all man. Desire rose through her fiercely, setting her skin tingling and her breath on edge. She could probably have him tonight, too.
The problem was she didn’t just want him. She liked him. Given her way, they’d make tonight amazing and then see about tomorrow, but a relationship meant a lot of honesty she didn’t know him well enough to give. It wasn’t fair to him to start anything if there was a chance she had to work for Marcos.
He straightened and turned to her. The dark look in his eyes meant he knew she’d been staring at his ass.
She cocked a hip. “How long does it take to find room in a near-empty fridge for one bottle?”
He shut the door and sauntered toward her. “How long would you like it to take?”
She popped him on the rear and headed to her room for her purse. “You are trouble with a French accent.”
When she came out, he was right where she’d left him, waiting for her with a soft expression. “You are an angel with magic hands.”
She swallowed past the lump forming. This was not a relationship. She didn’t have the freedom for a relationship. So tonight she’d keep it light and hot, one really good night before her fall from grace. She looked him over in a thorough examination. When there was no room for doubt about the wicked direction of her thoughts, she strode across the room to the door, high heels clacking on the tile. “If you like my hands, you’re going to love what I can do with my mouth.”
About Jax Garren:
Jax Garren is the author of hot, urban paranormal romances the Austin Immortals and the Tales of the Underlight. Though descended from Valkyries and Vikings (she’s part Swedish), Jax was raised a small town girl in the Texas Hill Country. She’s been a programmer, a theater teacher, a wedding singer, and a foster parent. She’s now happily married to an engineer who studies renewable energy. Jax loves meeting new people, so if you see her, give her a Viking “Hail!”
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