Book Promo Feature – Circle in the Sand by Lia Fairchild

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Lia Fairchild to the blog. She’s here to share about her book, Circle in the Sand. If this book sounds like something you would be interested in reading, please find some buy links below and pick up a copy or two!

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1FinalCover-2From Bestselling Author, Lia Fairchild

Four Friends. Four Different Paths. One Unwavering Friendship.

Two decades of love, laughter, promises, and secrets hold together four friends pursuing different paths in life.

Jax always lived on the edge, skating through life with no apparent ambition, yet remained the energy and emotional cement of the group. She longs to be accepted.

Sage, career-driven, has always followed a carefully laid out plan for her future. But one look at the sexy ex-con staying on her friend’s sofa has her questioning everything.

Emily, the college drop-out, has three children that are her whole life. She’s slowly lost herself, subconsciously seeking dangerous ways to cope.

Ned yearns to stand up and be counted. But his new feelings for one of the girls has him pulled in different directions.

These four friends will test the ties that have held them together for so long, and in the process unveil truths about themselves they never knew existed.

Circle in the Sand is available from:

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withbook2edsmallBestselling author, Lia Fairchild, is both a traditionally published and independent author who writes women’s fiction, romance, and chick lit. Fans of her books praise her endearing, real characters who come to life in stories that will touch your heart.

Fairchild is addicted to the warmth of Southern California and holds a bachelor’s degree in journalism and a multiple-subject teaching credential. She is a wife and mother of two teenagers.

Look for updates on her and her books at http://www.liafairchild.com or follow her on Twitter  or Facebook

 

Lia can be found:

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Excerpt:
I’m sitting at a rickety, wrought-iron table sprinkled with white bird shit, staring across at an ex-con and seriously fantasizing about him fertilizing my frozen eggs. Yep, this is exactly how I’d pictured my future when a twelve-year-old me visited the New York Stock Exchange for the first time.Excerpt:

Travis and I are on the patio at Juan’s, me with a large cup of black tar, him scarfing down a taco plate. He insisted on paying. He offers me a bite. I shake my head, and he continues eating. I watch his forearms and strong hands as he moves them around his space, wondering about all the beautiful things they’ve created before this new life of his took over. I examine his dark eyes, which don’t seem to be as sad as that first day we met. But they don’t hold the eagerness I’m used to seeing in men that look at me. I’m still trying to acclimate to this flirtationship that we’ve developed. Not quite dating, but something more than friends.
About two weeks ago I’d come to San Diego to meet with my new client. On the way home, my car took control and steered me right over to Jax’s house. I told myself it was probably best to clear the air with her, talk things over, and if Travis happened to be there, well, I’d just smile and say hi. Turned out Jax was at work. Travis answered the door, hair slightly damp, barefoot, wearing jeans, and again his shirt was AWOL. The cool breeze caused a chill on my skin. His face, dusted with black stubble, made my fingertips tingle. He didn’t invite me in after my reason for visiting was voided. Did I want to leave a message for Jax? Yeah, tell her the guy sleeping on her couch is an idiot.
“I’ll call her later,” I said then lingered a moment. That’s usually all it takes, but I could see he wasn’t biting. “I was going to grab some coffee before I head back, want to join me?” The words tasted awkward in my mouth. I wondered how they sounded to him. Please, sir, may I have another? He stared at me for a second, then shook his head. I hoped my face didn’t look as red as it felt. Suddenly I was hot, but not with embarrassment. Anger flushed over me. Not only had this guy turned me into the pursuer, but he’d stuffed me into self-realization mode, and I hate that. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying being pursued!
“You seem like a nice lady…”
Lady? What was I, seventy? I attempted to prepare myself for the brush off, but I wasn’t quite sure how.
Travis grabbed the side of the door with one hand. “Let me lay this all out on the line for you. I’m on probation for driving under the influence.” I folded my arms, attempting to look unaffected even though it had shocked me. “My car hopped a curb and ran into a nineteen-year-old sign spinner dressed as Freddy Krueger for the local Halloween store.” My mouth fell open, and I quickly closed it as he continued. “He had his back turned, didn’t even see us coming. He’s fine—only a few cuts and bruises—but he was knocked out. It could have been worse, so much worse, but does that really matter?”
Was I supposed to answer that question? I opened my mouth again, hoping something would come out on its own.
“I got credit for time served, have to do community service, got my license taken away; shall I continue?”
I cocked my head. “There’s more?”
“I’m doing you a favor. Don’t let your tidy little life get mixed up in this mess.”
Now he’d pissed me off, treating me as if I didn’t have a brain of my own. “Are you always such an ass when you’re doing people favors?”
“It would seem so.”
“Why is it okay for Jax to be nice to you and help you but not me?”
Deadpan stare.
“Oh, because she’s caring and generous and I’m a trust-funding snob? Whatever, screw this, I’m out of here.”
I flipped a fast one-eighty, then strode briskly back to my car parked at the curb. My biggest fear being an ankle giving way in my heels, and not the guy on a bike who whizzed by me as I stepped off the curb. “Crap!” I halted in place, drew my arms instinctively to my face. The guy swerved around me but an oncoming car caused him to swerve back, overcorrecting right toward my car. His beach-cruiser handle bars clipped my side view mirror. I heard him say, “Shit,” yet he kept going. I stood in the street watching him pedal away, getting smaller as he cruised down the street. This is what happens when you park on a freaking public street! When I turned to check the mirror, I found Travis standing next to me.
“Are you okay?” His hand on my arm made me jump. He pulled it away in reaction, chose to examine the mirror instead. “It was probably already a little loose,” he said handling the wobbly metal edge. “I can fix it.” Without a glance my way, he walked past, heading back to the house. “Wait on the porch,” he shouted back.
I was in no position to argue at that point, so I did as I was told and flopped down on the porch swing, somewhat pouty, and stared up at the cloudy sky. Travis disappeared into the house, came out a moment later wearing a shirt—I guess he does own one—holding a sweatshirt and a tool box.
“In case you’re cold,” he said, tossing it to me. He certainly was a polite ass.
I didn’t move when I saw he was done. He joined me on the swing, setting the toolbox on the porch. We both faced forward.
“Sorry,” he said to the street.
“Thank you,” I answered to the grass. “For the mirror, I mean.”
We were quiet for a long time. I had no idea what he was thinking about, then something struck me. “You said ‘us.’”
He turned his body to me. I noted a fresh scent that I guessed was his hair. “What?”
“The sign spinner. You said, ‘didn’t even see us coming.’ Who was in the car with you?”
What appeared to be a cocktail of reluctance, anger, and embarrassment entered his eyes and poured over his face before he answered. “That would be my ex-fiancé. I don’t want to talk about her. But all that shit I told you about me…it’s all true. And there’s more.”

Book Promo Feature – Lucien’s Mate by Diana Persaud

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Diana Persaud to the blog! She’s here to share about her book, Lucien’s Mate – Soul Mates. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

Luciens-Mate“The man wants to seduce you with words. The wolf wants to throw you over my shoulder, take you to my bed and pleasure you until you say you are mine.”

-Lucien, Alpha of the Last Hope Werewolf Pack

From the moment Lucien, Alpha of the Last Hope Werewolf pack, sees Lanie, he knows she is his. Overtly sexual by nature, Lucien pursues Lanie, undeterred by the fact that she is Human and their union is forbidden.

When she encounters an Alpha Werewolf determined to have her, Lanie is flattered and confused. The unworldly, innocent Lanie is terrified of her intense desire for Lucien.

Lanie soon discovers the patriarchal nature of Werewolf society and begins to question Lucien’s motives. Is the lustful Lucien only intrigued by the idea of sex with a Human or is he interested in something more? Can this modern woman tolerate the old fashioned notions of Werewolf culture or will their cultural differences keep them apart?

Lucien’s Mate challenges the traditional mindset by presenting both Lucien’s and Lanie’s perspective as their story unfolds.

WARNING: This EROTIC novella contains Graphic Language and Graphic Sex. This book is intended for Mature Adults.

Lucien’s Mate can be purchased from:

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Diana Persaud is a self published author of erotica. She has written several erotic novellas and is currently working on a dozen more.

Diana has a degree in science from Stetson University. She gave up teaching to pursue her dream of being a writer of romance novels. The inspiration of her first erotic novella, Lucien’s Mate came from her own experiences. Like Lanie, the central female character in Lucien’s Mate, Diana also heard warning bells when she first met her husband. After a much longer pursuit, she finally agreed to be his mate.

Diana can be found:

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Excerpt

Chapter 1
The door opened and he suddenly forgot how to breathe. Sights and sounds around him disappeared as he focused on her. He watched her while she spoke to the waitress, ran her hand through her short black hair. His eyes never left her as she walked across the room to the bar at the back of the restaurant. Her hips swayed slightly and he admired the way her jeans hugged her round ass. He wondered how good it would feel to hold her hips while he rubbed his cock against her generous bottom. His cock began to twitch in anticipation. His pack mates stared at him in shocked silence as he got up and walked across the room to the bar.
Lanie hurried into Jack’s, a local restaurant that catered exclusively to werewolves. She opened the door and stepped into the quaint restaurant. Laughter and loud voices greeted her as well as the scent of delicious Italian food. Behind the hostess podium, she noted an almost full restaurant. Diners sat at the tables enjoying red wine and pasta. Pasta was their specialty and their garlic bread was to die for! She was certain Heaven had an unlimited supply of Jack’s garlic bread.
It was fairly early for the dinner crowd and she was surprised to see so many patrons here. This was her last errand today and she was anxious to get back to her darling triplets. Tessa greeted her warmly and informed her that they were unusually busy today, so they were a little behind on her daily order. At Tessa’s suggestion, she decided to wait in the bar.
“What’ll it be, darlin’?” Toby asked as he wiped down the counter. Lanie yawned as she sat down.
“Just coffee. I’m so tired I could fall asleep standing up!” She stifled another yawn, arched her back and stretched her arms behind her head, unaware the action pushed her breasts outward.
Toby licked his lips as he stared at her breasts and swore he heard a growl. His eyes snapped up and he saw the pissed off man behind her. He paled as recognition set in.
“Toby? What’s wrong? You look….” Scared as hell, she thought. What could possibly scare the tough looking bartender, she wondered as she turned around. She sucked in a breath, shocked at the man standing right behind her. Lanie could swear she heard warning bells going off in her head. The man exuded danger.
At six feet tall, he towered over her. He had short, thick black hair and the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. His goatee only accentuated the three long scars across his right cheek. He looked seriously pissed at Toby. He clenched his jaw and she saw the muscle there jump. His shirt clung to his massive chest and flat belly. He also had muscular arms, something she definitely appreciated. His fists were clenched at his sides. His entire body was tense, as if ready for a fight. She heard Toby swear and back away. She thought she heard him say, “Shit man, I didn’t know….”
The stranger’s eyes followed Toby as he moved away. Once Toby was out of his sight, he relaxed his stance, tension completely gone. He moved to sit on the barstool next to her and turned to face her. He leaned slightly toward her, closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. His eyes snapped open and he looked at her, confusion on his face. She smelled of baby powder and had the unmistakable scent of pups, yet he could smell no man’s scent on her body. He was about to say something when Lanie’s cell phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID and saw it was her brother, Michael. She answered and listened for a minute.
ALL of them?! Shit, don’t they have any damn manners?…Ok, Ok, I’ll get some more food, but they are busy here so it may take a while. I’m at Jack’s now, waiting for our usual order… mmmhmmm. How are the kids? …Oh, good. All right, I’ll see you in a bit…bye.”
As she hung up, Tessa walked up and told her the food was almost ready.
“I hate to do this to you, but Taylor and the rest of his brothers just showed up, so we’ll need at least another lasagna…and a bunch of bread sticks.”
“Better make it TWO lasagnas and extra breadsticks. I know how those boys eat. I’ll put a rush on it. I know you are anxious to get back to the girls, Lanie,” Tessa said with a smile as she walked away.
Lanie smiled as she thought of her little nieces, barely two weeks old.
“He’s a worthless bastard to get you with pups then abandon you. You deserve better than that. I will provide for you and your pups. And in time, we will have our own.”
“Excuse me?” A very shocked Lanie turned to the man sitting beside her.
“Ahh…umm….” She floundered for something else to say. Just what in the hell was he suggesting?
She was about to ask him when she heard someone call her name. She turned to the door and saw Riley walking towards her.
Hot damn, the man was good looking. Her body reacted at the mere sight of him.
He could smell her sudden arousal and it angered him that he wasn’t the cause. He looked at the tall blond man striding towards them. Realization hit him.

 
“It’s him, isn’t it? I’ll kill the worthless bastard,” she heard him growl as he stood up.
“Wait! You have it all wrong,” Lanie called out as she raced after him. She tried to grab his shirt, but he moved too damn fast. She did the only thing she could think of. She shoved him and he fell into a group of patrons. She quickly moved around him, to step in front of Riley. She put her hand on Riley’s chest to stop him. Lanie heard a loud, menacing growl. She turned around and held up her hand at the advancing stranger. He looked ready to tear Riley apart.
“He didn’t do anything…he’s not the father, my brother is!” She said. When she saw the shock on his face, she quickly clarified.
“What I meant was, my brother and his wife had triplets. I’m just here helping out.”

That seemed to calm him down tremendously. She shook her head and let out a long breath, relieved that Riley hadn’t been hurt. This man had been ready to fight over her?
“What are you doing here, Riley? I thought you and your brothers were at Mike’s?”
“Mike said you came to pick up food and I thought you might need a hand,” Riley replied.
Just then, Tessa walked up with two heavy bags, announcing their order was ready. Lanie asked Riley to take the food home and assured him she would be right behind him. She turned to the stranger behind her and sighed.
“I…ah… think it was very sweet of you to…umm… your offer was….ahh….it’s obviously not necessary, so bye!” She turned and practically ran out the door.
He frowned slightly at her flight. At least he knew her name. Lanie. He walked over to the waitress, Tessa, determined to find out everything about his Lanie.
Later that night….
Her youngest niece finally fell asleep. After gently placing her into her bassinet, Lanie went to bed. She replayed the day’s events and thought she must have been in a twilight zone episode.
There was no way any man, especially such an attractive one, would ever offer to take care of me. Especially if he thought I had someone else’s kid. But this guy did offer. Didn’t he? Maybe I misunderstood. Didn’t he say something about having kids with me? This is so confusing. Didn’t most men run at the mere thought of marriage and a family? This one obviously didn’t. There must be something wrong with him, she concluded. She turned to her side, still thinking about the blue eyed stranger from the bar.
Maybe his vision is going. After all, I’m hardly what anyone would call attractive. At a little over five feet tall, she had short brown hair, plain brown eyes and excess weight.
My breasts are too small, my hips and butt are too big. Men like him prefer tall, leggy, voluptuous blonds, everything I’m not. Wait a minute. I know what’s wrong with him. He must be a werewolf! She sighed. It figures that the only guy to ever show interest in me was part wolf. That makes him off limits then. There was no way a wolf pack would ever accept a human. She thought back to the day she found out about werewolves, almost two weeks ago.…
It was finally happening! Her sister in law, Devon, was going to have her babies. She wasn’t sure why Devon insisted on having her babies at home. She was expecting triplets, which was why Lanie decided to spend her summer vacation with her brother, Michael, and his wife. She knew they would need an extra hand to deal with three screaming babies.
Hell, IF I ever have a kid, I want an Epidural. Shit! Maybe two or three, thought Lanie, as she heard her sister- in-law scream in pain. Several minutes later, she heard the distinct cry of a baby, then another cry and at last, one more. Three healthy baby girls were born.
Several hours later, she heard a loud sound coming from the nursery. She jumped out of her chair and ran to the room. Her heart stopped beating as she stared at the empty bassinet. She screamed and heard her brother come running into the room. A movement on the floor caught her eye. It was a wolf pup.
“Oh, My God! It killed the baby!” she screamed and reached for the lamp. She was going to throw it at the wolf pup when her brother snatched it out of her hands. He dropped the lamp and grabbed her by her arms.
“Listen to me! The baby is fine. The baby is safe!” he said as he shook her. Finally she calmed down.
“Safe? Nellie is safe? Where is she? Where’s Nellie? No one came in here….”
Her brother swore and then said, “The wolf pup… is Nellie.”
Lanie stared at him in disbelief. He explained how several years ago he had been attacked by a werewolf. Most people who were attacked usually died. The few who survived a werewolf attack always became werewolves. No one knew why. A werewolf leader, called an Alpha, heard about his attack and brought him here, to Second Chances, where he could live safely among others of his kind. It was here that he met and fell in love with his mate, Devon. About half of the citizens of Second Chances were werewolves.
“Usually pups don’t change this young unless they are frightened.” Michael said worriedly.
“I heard a sound. Maybe it scared her and she changed…into…a…wolf.” She still couldn’t believe it. But she did believe when she saw the wolf pup, which had just fallen asleep cradled in her brother’s arms, change back into her oldest niece.
Lanie, a science teacher, now believed in werewolves. Why hadn’t they been discovered yet? Then she remembered how her brother had sworn her to secrecy. What else was out there? Vampires? Leprechauns? Bigfoot?! She had a million questions for her brother and sister in law, but they became so busy with the triplets, she never got a chance to ask any of them.
She sighed yet again. One of these days she would find out if she needed to stock up on silver bullets, holy water and garlic. She fell asleep and dreamed of a large black wolf with familiar blue eyes.

Book Promo Feature – Inevitable by Angela Graham

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Angela Graham to the blog. She’s here to share about her book, Inevitable. If this book sounds like something you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two!

 

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InevitableBook 1 of the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Harmony series.

After experiencing a humiliating breakup, twenty-two-year-old Cassandra Clarke is fresh out of college and living a simple solitary life without any intentions of pursuing love anytime soon.

When the estate next door sells, the last thing Cassandra expects is the unnerving attraction she feels for her sinfully handsome neighbor, Logan West, the young and charming single father with a playboy reputation.

It’s through Oliver, Logan’s four-year-old son, who keeps popping up in her childhood tree house, that she slowly begins to catch glimpses of the compassionate and wounded man Logan has hidden beneath his strong exterior.

Cassandra knows it’s wrong and that she’s heading for another heartbreak.
Logan will never be able to give her what she wants…love.

Book 1 of 3
Book 2, Irreplaceable
Book 3, Indestructible
Also check out Indulge, The Prequel for Logan’s story

Inevitable is available form Amazon

 

Bio:

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author.

Angela knew she found her calling in the world of fiction the moment she began pounding away at the keys for her first short story in 2012. With a baby on her shoulder, she wrote for about a year before deciding to try her hand at an actual novel. It was the best decision she ever made and since then she continues to bring characters to life in her free time snuck away from her first role as mother to her three young children.
-Be sure to check out her website at www.loveangelagraham.com

Angela can be found: 

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Book Promo Feature – Rockin’ Romance Set by Roselyn Jewell

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Roselyn Jewell to the blog! She’s here to share about her boxed set, Rockin’ Romance Set. This box set contains: Coffee, Love and Other stimulants, Stealing Back Love and The Family Garden. If this set sounds like something you would be interested in reading, please find a buy link below and pick up a copy or two.

 

romancesetThis set contains the following three romance books:

Coffee, Love, and Other Stimulants

Good coffee is easy—true love is a little harder for Kate, a pharmaceutical student who has a knack for finding the wrong man. While she finishes college, Kate tries to focus on a life where hazelnut syrup in her coffee is enough of a satisfaction. But what is she to do when the wrong guys keep hitting on her? It’s no help that her roommate Samantha—aka Sam—has already found the love of her life and keeps urging Kate to live it up a little. But will Kate wake up and smell the love in the air and realize Mr. Right has actually been right next to her for a very long time?

Stealing Back Love *This book contains X rated content*

Amy Holden’s life is a mess—but when she meets an old flame at her high school reunion she finds her passion for life rekindled. But is Marc Nicolli really everything she wants? Or is there more lurking beneath that handsome surface than she can handle? Marc keeps tempting her to do the unthinkable—have a hot, sexy affair with him. But Amy isn’t sure if he wants anything more than a trip down memory lane and a good time in bed. Is he out to steal her away from everything she knows about safety and suburban life? Or maybe he’s out to steal her heart for good this second time around.

The Family Garden

There is a saying that goes, “You reap what you sow.” If your life was a garden and your family, your seeds, what would your family garden look like? For Samantha and Richard, life isn’t always what they planned. They couldn’t be more proud of their children, their home and the life they built together. But when storms come to weather their lives, will the roots that Samantha and Richard planted together be strong enough to fight the storm, or will they dig in, stand firm and wait for the sun to shine again?
In The Family Garden, readers are treated to a broad spectrum of matters of the heart. When it comes to love, nothing is as it seems. We all have masks, and what is revealed beyond our disguises is enough to take your breath away.

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rosysheadshotRoselyn Jewell enjoys writing everything from clean romances with great plots to books that would make even sailors blush! Roselyn’s husband enjoys helping her “research,” her children will never know about her novels, and her many siblings will never let her live them down! She currently has 7 books published, and many other books in various stages of publication, so stay tuned for more!

Enjoy!

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Book Promo Feature – A Midsummer Night’s Drug by James Massaro

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome James Massaro to the blog! He’s here to share about his book, A Midsummer Night’s Drug – Shakespeare Crushed. If this book sounds like something you would be interested in reading, please find a buy link below and pick up a copy or two.

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A-Midsummer-Nights-DrugThings get all screwed up at the party after the prom. Romantic Comedy.

 

 

A Midsummer Night’s Drug is available from Amazon

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Bio: I’m an independent writer. I’ve been writing for fifteen years. I like to read and write everything.

Through the years, I have great success! My books have been downloaded by readers all over the world!

Currently, I’m working on turning Shakespeare’s plays into modern day stories. The series is called Shakespeare Crushed.

I started with two romantic comedies, A Midsummer Night’s Drug and Much Ado About High School. If you like clowns and devils, vixens and ravens, and the games these nuts play, you’ll like both books.

If you’ve ever read Shakespeare and said to yourself, it’s a pain in the ass, it’s like reading another language, don’t worry. The stories are set in New York. They have that fast paced New York dialogue. The type of reading where the eye jus’ races down the page . . . like a cascading poem.

Shakespeare’s plays run approximately 25 to 40 pages each. A Midsummer Night’s Drug and Much Ado About High School both can be read in an hour or less.

All and all, I tried to keep the plots and some of the characters’ spirits intact, but most everything else is different from the original plays. I say some of the characters, ‘cause I changed a few of them around, age and gender and ethnicity, and removed a few of them altogether. By eliminating some of them, there’s a faster tempo to the reading.

Where there were holes in Shakespeare’s stories, I patched them up.

Another thing about reading Shakespeare’s plays is how the characters slowly materialize in the mind’s eye; how it’s up to the reader to use his or her imagination in picturing the characters. There are very few details in his plays, if any at all, describing certain characters. (Plays of course are written for the stage.) I decided to go with this, though, give few details, if any, about most of the characters. So instead of reading a line or two of description about a certain character and them popping right into your mind, you have to immerse yourself in the dialogue and a picture of them will come to a slow boil in your mind. Not always. But a good amount of times. It’s jus’ different. That’s all. Not better. Not worse.

The last book in the series will be based on Romeo and Juliet.

The next set of books will be out during the Spring of 2015.

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Excerpt:

“Why’d you think givin’ both Demetrius and Z the drug and havin’ them both fall for Swan would be a good idea?”

“I figured havin’ one guy lick your toes is good, havin’ two guys lick your toes has to be better; but I forgot to factor in their jealous natures. And I didn’t realize Swan would be so put off by the fact that Demetrius all of sudden wants her. She’s not stupid. That’s for sure. She knows somethin’-somethin’ is up. And I forgot to factor Mia into the equation.”

“This is a total mess.”

“It’s okay. I’ll fix things.” Purr wasn’t rattled in the least. She got a kick out of everybody making fools out of themselves like she kinda preferred that than watching fools falling in love.

Book Promo Feature – Saving Santa by Donna McDonald

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Donna McDonald to the blog! She’s here to share about her book, Saving Santa! if this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find some buy links below and pick up a copy or two!
SS_1600x2400-1Her Marine training hadn’t quite prepared her for saving St. Nick.

Like all bad deeds, her nickname for David North had finally come back to bite her on the butt. The too nice man she admired was determined to play Santa for the local Christmas parade while some shooting stalker was out there after him.

Megan Lynx had promised her brother to guard his best friend, but who was going to guard her from a childhood crush that had obviously not gone away? For a geek, the man could nearly kiss the hard-ass Marine right out of her. Only she couldn’t let him. At least not until she’d managed to save Santa.

 

Saving Santa is available from:

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Donna McDonald is an active dreamer and finds writing to be the best way to use her creativity. Needing to satisfy both sides of Screen Shot 2014-11-23 at 12.33.05 PMher brain, she is a cross-genre author of contemporary, fantasy, and paranormal romances. Her books appear on bestseller lists for humor, romantic comedy, space opera, and more.

She craves laughter from her readers and focuses her attention on making that happen as often as possible. She loves to hear from anyone who has read her books.

Donna can be found:

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Excerpt:

“Did you learn anything useful?” Nicolas asked, inhaling Megan’s clean scent. He was tense from the strain of being polite to people he didn’t like. Megan’s smell soothed his senses after having had to breathe Tiffani’s cloying perfume all evening.

Megan nodded. “I validated pretty much all you told me about your mother, except I think things aren’t as great in her marital relationship as she’s led you to think. Your stepfather is not liked by his own children, much less you. He was never mentioned again by anyone after he left this evening. Oh. . .and Tiffani was sorely disappointed when you brought a date to dinner. Or so I heard. . .over and over.”

Nicolas pinched the bridge of his nose. He was never saying yes to his mother again. “We went to high school together. Tiffani is recently divorced, and on the prowl for a new husband. Seeing her was my mother’s idea, not mine. I did try to warn you before you agreed to come.”

“Stop. You don’t have to justify the presence of an attractive blonde hanging on your every word all evening. Besides, Dweeb 2—I mean Jefferson—informed me I wasn’t your type. He said all the women you date look just like Tiffani,” Megan declared.

She enjoyed his heavy, resigned sigh way too much as Nicolas turned his face to look out the window. But his quiet answer was disturbing.

“Jefferson is an ass, but in this case, he’s sort of right. It’s only because I don’t really date in the normal sense of the term. I just go out with women who pressure me into it—and only once in a while. They leave pretty quick when I can’t pay enough attention to them. I don’t. . .” Nicolas sighed and shook his head. “The rationalization I have for my dating failures seems so bad in my thoughts, I don’t think I can explain the theory aloud to you.”

Nicolas turned back and saw Megan’s gaze patiently waiting for him to find his balls and speak his thoughts anyway. He knew she would be prompting him shortly if he didn’t push through his distaste. Oddly, she was the only woman he could possibly ever admit something so honest to, but. . .oh, the hell with it.

“In general, pretty much all women bore me,” he admitted. Her giggling laugh over his confession caught him off-guard, just like nearly everything about her did. “What’s so damn funny about that? Don’t you think I’m a jerk?”

Megan shrugged. “I knew that was how you felt long before you told me. I could see how hard you were working to pay attention to what Tiffani with an ‘i’ was saying. Those brooding good looks of yours probably make you seem like the strong, silent type. I bet lots of people would be surprised how chatty you get when you’re comfortable.”

Nicolas shook his head again. “I’m not totally inept with women, just mostly inept. And I’m never chatty with anyone but you. I think it’s because you’re always arguing with me. Being reserved doesn’t often seem like an option.”

“I didn’t say you were inept with women. Don’t put words in my mouth, Dr. North.”

Megan turned in the car seat to look at him. All she got was his profile. His feelings were probably hurt, but she didn’t know how to be careful enough.

“You’re worried for no reason. There’s nothing wrong with you at all. Let me prove it to you. What color polish did Tiffani have on her fingernails?”

Nicolas snorted and barked out a laugh, surprised by the left field question. “And if I say I didn’t notice, will that count as an epic fail?” He studied his hands as he searched his memories for Tiffani’s fingers. He had basically ignored her when her skirt dance had started. Not that she had bad legs. They just weren’t as interesting as his stepbrothers staring at Megan’s breasts all evening.

“This is not a test, Dr. North. Work with me. Trying to make a point here,” Megan said sharply. “What do you remember about her? Anything at all?”

“Her perfume was way too strong. I like yours better. Why am I having déjà vu? I think we had this discussion earlier in the car.” He turned then and saw Megan smiling widely at him. What in hell had he said that pleased her so much? “Stop the questions. What are you going for here, Megan?”

“One more—what color toenail polish am I wearing right now?” Megan asked, knowing he hadn’t really taken the time to check.

Nicolas snorted. “Now I know this is a damn test and you know I didn’t notice. You normally don’t wear polish—or much makeup. The eyeliner you’re wearing has me spooked and don’t get me started again about the red lipstick. It was sexy on you, but I’m glad you didn’t reapply it. You look better with a naked mouth, and yes, I keep thinking about kissing you again.”

Megan crossed her arms. “I’m trying to point out something obvious to a man whose education didn’t extend far enough into social interactions. Blondie and I are two very different breeds of female. You seem physically immune to a certain kind of female and that’s not necessarily a flaw. After spending hundreds, maybe even thousands, of dollars on her appearance though, Tiffani with an ‘i’ would be devastated to know you didn’t find her memorable. Worse in my opinion is you thought she was both boring and stupid. Yet you remember lots of things about me and don’t seem to check your ego when we talk. Ergo. . .Dweeb 2 has to be wrong about your type. Your stepbrothers have a lot of assumptions where you’re concerned. I wish I’d had more time to visit with your stepfather. I’d love to find out what he thinks.”

Nicolas ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I have no idea what you’re trying to say. Do you think I’m a defective male because I didn’t have a typical reaction to Tiffani?”

Megan laughed. She was flirting with a nearly clueless man. . .and it was fun. Why did it only feel like this with the man beside her?

“No, you’re not defective, just not completely in touch with female reality. But then, no man is. I guess I’m just saying people are often more complicated than they appear. For example. . .my brother thinks I’m a lesbian because I like comfortable clothes and don’t date every guy who asks me out.”

“If you’re a lesbian, you’re definitely bi,” Nicolas declared, shaking his head at David’s crudeness which prompted his own. “But I don’t think you’re either. Are you?”

The brave part of her always had to elbow the shy part when the perfect opportunity presented itself. Megan put her arm down between them and leaned closer. “Why don’t you kiss me again, and let’s find out together? Tomorrow I’ll report to David about your dysfunctional family and you can vouch for my heterosexual leanings.”

Snorting at the teasing invitation to do what he already wanted to do, Nicolas reached out and grabbed her by the lapels of her alluring top. He tugged Megan to him with more force than he should probably have used with a woman wearing a loaded gun. His knuckles grazed her breasts in the process and caused his brain to short-circuit as he fought not to palm them. More and more of his Megan fantasies were coming true.

“Just to validate your conclusions, Jefferson was wrong—dead ass wrong—about what I like. But you don’t have to torture me with whatever this thing is we have between us. I’ve already told you I’ve never felt like this about anyone but you.”

“Torturing you! I’m not torturing you. I’m trying to flirt with you, but apparently I suck at it? Now shut up and kiss me, St. Nick. We’re going to be at my house long before you grow a real pair of bal. . .”

Her chastisement was swallowed by firm lips slanting across hers again. His tongue slid into her mouth with no hesitation to possessively stroke against her own. A mewling sound issued from her throat when he pulled back and stared at her like a starving man.

“That was just as nice as all the other times,” Megan said, nearly choking on the truth.

Book Promo Feature – Electric by Emilia Winters

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Emilia Winters to the blog. Emilia is here to share about her book, Electric. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find some buy links below and pick up  a copy or two.

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Electric-CA-FinalHe made her feel electric. Like volts of energy fizzled through her veins, racing, constantly stimulating. It was intoxicating and thrilling. And for the first time in her life, she felt truly alive.

Luke Branford.

Notorious womanizer.

Shameless flirt.

Heir to his family’s multi-million dollar business.

His motto? No love, no relationships. Just pure, carnal sex…no strings-attached.

When prim and efficient Kate Kennedy is hired on as Luke’s temporary assistant, her no-nonsense attitude and blatant dismissal of his advances sparks a challenge he simply can’t resist. But Luke has demons of his own and a tragedy that happened years ago continues to haunt him. Once lines are crossed and rules are broken, will past secrets keep them apart…or bind them closer together?

Note: Intended for mature audiences over 18+. This is a STANDALONE novel and can be read on its own even though it’s part of a series. No cliffhanger!

Electric can be purchased from

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Emilia Winters has been reading and writing stories since childhood. She discovered her passion for writing romance early on and never looked back. After graduating from the University of California, Irvine with a B.A. in English, she happily pursued her dream of becoming a self-published author. When she’s not dreaming up sizzling moments between her characters, she’s either watching old reruns of The Golden Girls or drinking tea. She currently lives in California, secretly hoping for rain as she soaks up the sun. Visit her at emiliawinters.com.

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Book Promo Feature – Out of Practice Aphrodite by S. E. Babin

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome S.E. Babin to the blog! She’s here to share about her book, Out of Practice Aphrodite (The Naughty Goddess Chronicles) If this book sounds like something you would be interested in, please find a buy link below.

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New Aphrodite HighRes_2 (3)Abby’s major screw-up brings the wrath of Zeus upon her head. He offers her a choice – work for him or spend the rest of her days hanging out in Hades with her ex-husband. For Abby, this choice is a no-brainer, especially when Zeus says the only thing he wants her to do is make a love match.

She’s the Goddess of Love. What could go wrong?

Everything.

Abby stumbles into an ex-lover, a dead demi-god and the realization that a crucial relic has been stolen right out from underneath Zeus’ nose. Eris, the Goddess of Chaos and Discord, is behind the theft and murder and the faltering powers Abby is trying to keep secret. With Zeus breathing down her neck, she’ll need to keep her wits about her as she races against the clock and Zeus’ imposed two-week time period.

Of course, this is easier said than done. Not only is she struggling with a budding attraction to a sexy lawman and feelings for long-time friend, Hermes, she’s also trying to keep everyone out of the path of a vengeful goddess while saving the Earth and Olympus from the reign of a tyrant. What’s a goddess to do when the fate of the world rests upon her fashionable shoulders?

Out of Practice can be purchased:

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Bio – Sheryl has had a book in her hands pretty much from the time she could hold things with her hands. Her love of reading turned into a curious exploration to see whether or not she could write her own. Beginning with random, terrible poetry and a slightly popular reimagining of Beowulf’s Grendel in her high school English class, Sheryl spent way too much time in the library, killing any chance of her becoming a cheerleader or anything even remotely cool.

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Book Promo Feature – Tonight’s Desire by S. R. Roddy

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome S.R. Roddy to the blog! She’s here to share about her latest book, Tonight’s Desire. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

 

Tonights_Desire-coverBlurb for Tonight’s Desire:

Surrounded by so much death Mia feels cursed. Afraid for her friends’ safety and in desperate need of a reprieve from life’s dangers she seeks solitude in a quiet cabin along the border of Canada. A chance meeting with two sexy werewolves and all her plans change.

Treated as outsiders by their family and pack twin brothers, Hunter and Cyril, long for a different life than fate has handed them. On leave after a long assignment they are stunned by the appearance of a woman whose erotic scent has their wolves howling to be released. A true mate, could the fates be that kind to the unworthy?

Desperate to win her trust they struggle against their own nature and their wolves desire to mate. Everything changes when a casual conversation brings to light the very real danger she’s in. As the clock ticks, they work together sifting through past events in an attempt to unravel any clues to her stalker’s identity.

Tonight’s Desire is available on:

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IMG_0114_2Author Bio:

Married with five children, three cats and one very large dog she lives happily in a small town north of Austin, Tx. She is an ordinary housewife who spends most of her day homeschooling her three remaining teenage children.

From a young age she discovered a deep love for books that has encouraged her vivid imagination and touched her romantic spirit. With the help and support of her family she spends her spare time writing with the desire to share her creativity with other avid readers like herself.

An avid reader, she will read any genre if she’s drawn to the story line. She enjoys a good mystery, but her true love is romance. It doesn’t have to be a HEA for her to enjoy it; at times she even prefers it not to be. Historical and paranormal romances have become her favorite over the years, each satisfying a need inside her to experience a new world and adventure.

She has a weekly blog that is titled Book Trailer Wednesday, where she picks an e-book for review based on its book trailer. She also maintains a Facebook fanpage with the same title that is dedicated to helping promote fellow author’s book trailers.

Every Friday she spends a few hours of her time doing shout outs and re-tweets of free and cheap books ($2.99 or less) as a way to support both authors and the reading community.

She’s the author of a total of five self published erotic romance stories spread out over three series.

Her first completed series is a contemporary romance that originally consisted of three short stories, which she recently combined into one book. Danes Family: The Complete Series follows the crazy romance of two brothers and the woman they love.

Her MacKay’s Series is an ongoing historical romance with paranormal elements. To date it consists of the short novelette, Love in the Mist, that inspired the series and its follow up story, Mists Through Time. Book Three in the series, To Embrace a Highlander is set for release in a few months.

In February of this year she released Book One, Tonight’s Desire, for her new paranormal series, Volkoff Pack. This series is set in an alternate timeline to our own, in which paranormal beings exist. Each story revolves around the lives of different members of a werewolf pack. Both Book Two, Love’s Forbidden Embrace and Book Three, Love Combined are set to be released later this year.

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Excerpt for Tonight’s Desire:

“Mia, you better get that cute ass of yours moving before they get here!” Hunter shouted from downstairs. She climbed out of bed in search of her clothes.

As she inspected the closet for something appropriate to wear, Mia realized she hadn’t brought enough clothes to entertain company. Her wardrobe consisted of two skirts, two dresses, and casual wear, things she wore around the apartment. The only exception, the few pairs of skorts Hailey threw in her bag. They were too short, so Mia refused to wear them.

Mia settled for her floral sleeveless dress and her black half jacket. In the dresser, she found the drawer donated to her bras and panties. She grabbed the top set, a teal thong with matching bra and dressed with haste.

Her undergarments were the only exception to her prim and proper wardrobe. The glide of silk and lace against her skin, Mia’s own decadent secret that no other soul knew. Until now, she thought with a blush. Curious, she wondered what the brothers thought of her secret wardrobe.

Mia giggled. For the last week, each day captivated her with a new and pleasant surprise. She hoped her life continued in that direction for a long while. After a year of bad luck, didn’t she deserve something good?

Ten minutes later, dressed in presentable attire, Mia ventured downstairs. The twins stood near the fireplace facing five of the most important men in her life, until now. At the moment, everyone looked irritated. Mia rushed down the steps, her goal, to defuse the tension in the room, only to trip at the bottom.

Crying out, she braced herself for a fall that never came. Confused, she stared up into Bryant’s dancing blue eyes. “Klutz…’ He managed to whisper before all hell broke loose.

The room erupted in growls from several directions. Staring, wide eyed she watched the twins’ eyes darken, then glow. A snarl ripped from their lips, a warning to their own brother. Bryant sniffed the air and turned to emit a growl from his own throat, a returned threat to Hunter and Cyr.

The volatile energy bounced around the room until Mia snapped. “Enough! This is ridiculous. You’re family. Now get your wolves under control, or I’m leaving!” She shoved Bryant, and he released his hold. Stunned at her outburst, silence emanated throughout the room.

Dmitri recovered first. With a chuckle, he grabbed Mia in a big hug. “Mia, sweet pea, you never cease to amaze me.” He kissed her on the cheek before setting her back on the ground. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you flustered enough to yell before. I kind of like this new you.”

Grigor got his hug, with a kiss to the top of the head. “Hi, sweet pea.”

Micah came next, with a brush of his fingertips along her cheek, he spoke in soft tones. “You are beautiful.”

When Bryant tried to reach for her again, Grigor grasped his arm with a negative shake of his head as Hunter growled. “I don’t think so, pup.” Hunter guided her out of Bryant’s reach and over to the chaise. Sitting down, he hauled Mia into his lap, his arms wrapped around her possessively.

“Bryant, just let it go. They fucked her anyways, so she’s ruined now.” Crispin spat viciously.

Anger emanated from Bryant’s body. Crispin’s verbal attack shocked Mia to her core. Wounded by Crispin’s words Mia watched in horror as the scene unfolded before her. Outraged at his brother’s attitude, Bryant planted his fist in Crispin’s face. The impact knocked him to the ground where he sat stunned. “If you ever speak about her like that again, I’ll do much worse, and that’s a promise.”

“Leave, you have lost the right to be here.” Micah commanded as displeasure rolled off him in waves.

Confused, Mia witnessed the look of sorrow that crossed Crispin’s face before his expression went blank. Her champion for years, his attitude made no sense. Why would he turn on her like that?

Grigor grabbed Crispin by the scruff of the neck as he forced him to stand. “We will discuss this later, for now it’s best if you leave.” Without a backward glance, he marched out the door.

Bryant moved to her side ignoring the growls from Hunter. He touched her cheek. “He will get over it sweetheart. His anger is directed at himself more than anything else right now, but that’s no excuse for the way he treated you.”

Her head throbbed, a precursor to the headache that fast approached. The situation, Hunter’s growls, the stress piled up. Annoyed, Mia elbowed Hunter in the gut. “Stop growling, he’s your brother for heaven’s sake!”

Hunter ignored Mia; instead his growls intensified. “Stop defending him.” He whispered in frustration.

Mia rolled her eyes. Men could be such babies. “Do I need to beat you with a newspaper like a bad puppy?”

Taking advantage of Hunter’s stunned state Bryant stole a quick kiss, then ambled over to where his father stood. Micah, too much like his sons, smacked Bryant upside the head. “Don’t antagonize your brothers.” He grunted.

Hunter pulled Mia tight against his chest. “You’re so getting spanked for that. From the look on Cyr’s face, I’d expect two spankings from him. One for that comment, and the other for not telling us you knew we were wolves.” He whispered in her ear.

Disgusted with his behavior, she voiced her irritation. “Of course I knew you were wolves. Your sister has been my best friend for ten years. As for the comment, I always threaten to beat Hailey with a newspaper.”

Dmitri, desperate to withhold his own laughter decided to start the meeting. “Mia, sweet pea, all though I’m happy to see you, I’m afraid today’s meeting isn’t a social visit.”

Book Promo Feature – Hunted by Angels and Finding Angels by R.A. Boyd

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome R.A. Boyd to the blog. She’s the author of  Hunted by Angels and Finding Angels. She’s here to share about her books. If either of these books sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

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hunted2Book #1 of the Perry Series

“If I don’t have a holy union (holy my arse!) with him, all hell will break loose and blah, blah, blah. We’re destined to be together. I despise him. He likes it. He can’t help it. He’s a demon. Figuratively and literally.”

-Perrian Ettis Haines

Perry is a succubus but has been living as a human. She’s had no choice. Once she marries Haines, the hottest and most annoying incubus around, her powers begin to surface. Then an enemy comes to call, but she has to invite him in. finding angels pic

She’s being hunted.

What a way to start out a honeymoon.

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R.A. Boyd is a writer, and reader, of paranormal romance, horror and urban fantasy. She lives in Maryland with her husband, daughter and her massive collection of books. Seriously. Her books have their own room.

You can find her work in Tales of Blood and Roses and on BlackandMarriedwithKids.com. She is currently releasing her novel, Hunted by Angels. The Line of Lilith books are soon to follow.

R.A. Boyd can be found:

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Excerpt:

“I do,” I say sulkily as the minister asks if I take this man standing next to me to be my lawfully wedded husband.

“You could at least muster some kind of joy over this,” Haines says quietly as he squeezes my hand.

“Shut-up,” I snap at him.

For our friends and family attending our nuptials I have nothing but sweet smiles and kind words.  But for this d-bag, I have snark for days.

This is not the happily ever after either one of us was hoping for.  And Haines is certainly not the man I wanted to end up with.  But if I don’t have a holy union (holy my arse!) with him, all hell will break loose and blah, blah, blah.  We’re destined to be together.  I despise him.  He likes it.  He can’t help it.  He’s a demon.  Figuratively and literally.

Haines is a full blooded incubus, a male demon that feeds off the sexual energy of women.  I am the female counterpart: a succubus.  I also happen to be a cambion, a half-blood.  My mother is a succubus and my dad is human.  If I don’t marry an incubus who can tame my demon side, the part of me that craves sexual pleasure will take over and I could be a hazard to men I come in contact with.  The urge to stalk men and bed them while they slept would consume me, and I wouldn’t be able to help myself. What makes matters worse is that I can kill the men I have sex with.

“Oh my God,” echoes the blubbering voice of my Aunt Rita amid the silence as the minister says his final lines of the ceremony.  “She’s.  So.  Beautiful!” She sure loves to be heard.

Succubi, like me, tend to go after the same man over and over again to gain control over and then suck the life out of them. Then we move on to the next victim.  In fact, if I don’t marry a full incubus I won’t be able to stop myself from draining the life force of any man I have sex with.  And this is with protection!

The minister smiles as he presents us to the crowd sitting in the church pews.   “I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may now kiss the bride.”

I turn to Haines and frown at him as he leans in and gives me a hard kiss on the lips.  “Could you be more of a dick,” I say quietly while everyone stands and claps for us.  “That hurt.”

“Could you be happy about something for five minutes?” Haines says through gritted teeth, grabbing my hand as a show of affection.

I look at him and scoff.  “Are you insane?”

Haines is one of the yummiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on: he’s just under six feet tall with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and dark hazel eyes that compliment his honey brown complexion perfectly.  His dark brown wavy hair is cut fairly close, but grown out just enough so that I can pull it when I get angry with him.  Trust me.  I’ve done it several times before.  He pisses me off daily.

When my mother found out that I had inherited her demonic genes, she contacted a soothsayer who did some witchy crap and found out that Haines was the man for the job.  Again, we are fated to be together.  There was a choice though.  Either marry Haines, apparently the only living, unattached incubus that has the power to help me control myself, or allow my need for sex and energy to take over.  I loathe Haines, but I don’t want to kill anyone.

Well, may be Haines.

Before we walk down the aisle, my mother stands up and addresses the crowd. “Please, everyone, listen for a moment.  Mr. and Mrs. O’Neil Haines…”

I roll my eyes. “God, you have a stupid name…”

“…will be joining us at the reception hall after they take formal pictures.  Please, head over to the hall and they will be there shortly.”  She turns to face us.  “Downstairs.  Now.”

Haines tries to take my arm and lead me down the aisle, but I pick up the front of my poufy white dress and walk off.  “I gotta pee,” I tell him over my shoulder.

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“Come on, Perry,” my mother says through the bathroom door.  I’ve locked myself in.  A girl has gotta have privacy.

“Coming, mother,” I say sweetly, but I’m sure she catches the sarcasm.

I look in the mirror and see a not so blushing bride giving me the stink-eye.  My dress is your typical A-line fit with silver embroidery leading to the bottom in long flowery lines.  Since it’s late November, I opted to have a lace sheath that falls just below my shoulders added to the top.  My hair is pinned up with real diamond pins and real silver ribbon laced through it.  Haines may not be the man of my dreams, but my father is wealthy and this son of a bitch I just married is loaded.  I insisted we do this in style.  Why not?  I’m not paying for it!

The make-up on my face is sparse and flawless and my platinum tear drop earrings make my neck look longer.  I’m only five foot four and I’m not what you’d call petite.  I have wide hips, child bearing hips my mother calls them, not-so-small breasts and a complexion just a little darker than Haines’.  I’m a size 12.  Plus-sized model by today’s standards.  I’m beautiful.  Every succubus is.  Most men don’t want a demon that actually looks like a demon.

I eye myself in the mirror once more, unlock the bathroom door and snatch it open.  “Let’s do this!” I say loudly, as I walk toward Haines.

“You really do look lovely,” he says, looking at my breasts.

“Suck it.” I roll up my left lace sleeve.

“I fully intend to later.”  He knows that shit pisses me off.

“You’re disgusting.  Oww!”  My mother grabs my arm and makes a minute but deep cut just below my elbow.

“Knock it off, Perry,” she says, as she puts a small bowl under my arm to catch the falling blood.

“You could have gotten blood on my dress. I’m selling this bad boy on e-bay when we’re done.”

Haines takes off his jacket and rolls up his sleeve.  “Do you know how much I paid for that dress?”  My mother cuts his arm.

“I most certainly do.”  My arm is starting to heal.  Our union is already quickening.   “Aren’t we sullying the church by doing this here?  Why haven’t you burst into flames yet?  I mean, you are a demon,” I say, looking at Haines.

“The same reason you haven’t burst into flames yet.  You’re half demon.” Even though he’s being a dick, his deep voice is like velvet.

I lean into him and inhale deeply.  His scent is clean and warm.  “Dammit!  It’s already starting.  You did that on purpose.”  I feel drawn to him.  I can’t help it.  An incubus’ power lies in his sexual attraction.

He looks offended.  “Mrs. Haines…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever do you mean?  I didn’t do anything.”

We’ve been married in the sight of God and now the blood-binding is kicking in.  As an incubus, he calls to me.  My body yearns, needs to be touched by him.  Until we consummate our union, I will want him more than anything and despise him just as much.  “Let’s just do it here,” I tell him.

“Absolutely not.  I’m going to take my time with you, little girl.”

“Eww,” my mother says.  “Join hands.”

Haines grabs my hand before I can protest.  My mother has soaked a thrice blessed sacred white ribbon in our blood.  She ties it around our hands and puts the bowl on the counter behind her.  “By the powers given to me, I bind thee.  Perrian Ettis Haines, I bind you to O’Neil Haines.  May you serve and tame one another.  Blessed be.”  She unties the ribbon and puts it in the blood stained bowl.

“That’s it?” I say snatching my hand out of his.  “I thought there’d be more to do instead of getting my arm cut.”

“It’s healing,” he says interrupting me.

“Shut.  Up.”  I check to make sure the cut is fully healed and then roll down the lace sleeve.  “Come on, husband. I’m hungry.”

At the same time, Haines and I both inhale sharply.  I look down at my hand that was tied with Haines’ to see the blood that was covering it, our blood, is now seeping into my skin.  He’s looking at me strangely.

Haines touches my hand and a flood of passion spreads through my body.  I shake my head.  “Knock it off.”  My voice is a little too breathy.

He comes to stand in front of me.  “You will stop telling me to shut up.  Do you understand, Perrian?”

“You two were made for one another,” my mother says over her shoulder, as she ascends the steps leading from the basement of the church.

“Curse your lips,” I scream.

“Do you understand?” he repeats.  He looks pretty pissed off.  “I am five-hundred and twenty-six years old.  To me, you—“

“Just shut up,” I tell him as I walk away leaving him standing next to the water cooler.  And for good measure, I turn around just enough to give him the finger.