a look at Kimberlie L. Faye & ‘Crashing Hard’ #DownandDirty #Anthology @kimberlielfaye @romancerebels69 #EMT #BlueCollar #Romance

On May 16, 2018April 16, 2018 By Casey's CornerIn Authors & Books, PublishersLeave a comment

Today we have author Kimberlie L. Faye visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* She’s an avid reader and writer and finally took the plunge into indie writing/publishing. She has found the experience rewarding and life-changing. Some of her favorite genres to read are urban fantasy, historical romance, and suspense. She has a fascination with Greek mythology.
* Kimberlie lives in New England with her soul mate, two beautiful daughters, a dog, two needy cats, and a plethora of chickens.
* Oh, and she likes chocolate.

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A look into Crashing Hard in the Down and Dirty anthology

~ Blurb ~

* He’s a lifesaver
* EMT Ryan Murphy is smart, sexy, and arrogant when it comes to his job and his personal life. Saving lives and looking hot while doing it isn’t always easy or glamorous. No one is immune to his charms except for one stubborn and uptight nurse, and he’d love nothing more than to get under more than just her skin.
* She’s a lifesaver
* Helena Carter is an experienced emergency room nurse and can handle any situation with calm, stalwart determination but just hearing Ryan’s husky voice is enough to make her look like it’s her first day on the job. He may be irresistible but she isn’t going to admit that fact to anyone else, especially him. He’s cocky, sarcastic, and nothing she’s interested in. Besides, the last thing she wants is a relationship right now, right? She fell in love once before and was taken for all she had. She’s not about to make the same mistake again. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself.
* After one scorching night of passion leads to a few misunderstandings, could the delicate pulse of their relationship come to a lethal halt? Can they get past this or will the new romance take a turn for the worse and crash hard?

~ Excerpt ~

* Ryan waved over to the waiter, who winked and held his finger up and mouthed one minute. Ryan gave him a thumbs up. “I’m gonna order a real pizza.”
* Helena’s eyes widened. “What would a real pizza consist of in your book?”
* The white tips of his perfect teeth tugged on his plush bottom lip before he answered. What she wouldn’t give to tug on his lip with her own teeth. “Extra pepperoni, extra mozzarella cheese, and well done. I don’t like my toppings slipping off my pizza.” He winked again, and she smiled despite herself. No matter how many times he winked at her, it never got old.
* “Well, I’ll have what you’re having. Hawaiian pizza is just…yuck.”
* The waiter sauntered over to Ryan’s side and leaned in close to him. “What can I get for you? Your order is my command.”
* Helena watched with rapt fascination as Ryan ordered, seemingly oblivious to the fact the waiter was flirting with him.
* “You got it, hun.” The waiter waggled an eyebrow at him before strolling away.
* “What? You look surprised by something.” Ryan crossed his arms and stretched his long, thickly muscled legs just under the table. He fidgeted, and his leg rhythmically tapped hers until she grabbed his thigh under the table. He stopped and ran his large, warm hand over hers on his thigh.
* “You…your leg is banging mine,” she stammered.
* He moved quick and whispered in her ear, “Is there something else you’d like me to bang instead?”
* Her stomach flipped, and heat suffused her entire body. She squeezed his thigh and pulled her hand away and cleared her throat. “The waiter was flirting with you.”
* “Yeah, so what?” He stretched his arms behind his head and was sitting back, relaxed with outstretched legs, and Helena wondered, for a split second, what it would be like to straddle him on the seat.
* Helena took a nice, big gulp of her ice cold beer. She couldn’t get her mind out of the gutter when she was around him. “It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable?”
* Ryan shook his head. “No, why would it? I’m flattered but not interested in him.” His mug froze part way to his lips, and his eyes widened. “You thought I would be rude or offended by his interest?”
* Helena fidgeted in her seat. He was right, of course. She did think he would be an asshole about it. She looked down and picked at the invisible lint on her pants. “Uh, yeah, I guess I did think you would be rude,” she sighed and smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry.”
* His grin made her heartbeat quicken. “You’re forgiven as long as you help me eat this pizza.” The flirty waiter placed the pizza down with a flourish and perched his hands on his hips.
* Ryan’s eyes widened. “Wow, that was fast.”
* “Like I said, hon, your wish is my command.” He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow in Helena’s direction. “You’re a lucky girl.”
* “Oh, we’re not together.” She reached over to take a slice of pizza and almost knocked over her beer, catching it before it soaked everything on the table.
* The waiter pointed at her and bent toward her as if to impart some secret information. “Well, you should be because he is hawt.”
* Ryan coughed. “Umm, I’m right here and can hear you.”
* The cheeky waiter turned with a flourish and walked away with the expertise of a runway model and muttered over his shoulder, “I know you can hear me.”
* “Then can you bring us some hot pepper flakes?” Ryan and Helena spoke at almost the same time. They started to laugh, and the waiter whistled low and walked away to retrieve a bottle of red pepper flakes from a recently vacated table.
* Helena dragged a steaming slice of pizza onto her plate without almost spilling or knocking over anything and thanked the waiter when he handed the bottle to her. She sprinkled the flakes all over her slice. “You’re not what I expected, Ryan.”
* He bumped his shoulder into hers. “So does that mean you like me?”
* She winked at him and gave him a sly smile. “Maybe?” She caught Rosa’s wide-eyed expression and held back a giggle. She never giggled. Giggling was for little girls but after a large beer, she was giggling like a school girl. Yeah, she was flirting with the last guy she should be, but what could it hurt? She was an adult and had every right to lead on whoever she wanted. Heaven knew Ryan did, didn’t he?
* “Well, I like a woman who isn’t afraid of eating something spicy.” He nodded his head at her slice of pizza, almost covered entirely with a layer of hot pepper flakes.
* A chunk of hot cheese bathed in tomato sauce landed with a thump on her left breast before she even got a bite to her mouth. She looked down at it with a wince. It was hard to be flirty and sexy when you had a clump of hot cheese searing a hole through your shirt and bra. It might as well be lava and she bit her lip and resisted the urge to swear profusely and yank her shirt off. She’d have to grin and bear it and deal with the first degree burn later.
* “I’d be more than happy to lick that off your shirt.” Ryan’s husky murmur caressed the shell of her ear and tickled her ear drum. Goosebumps erupted all over her and suddenly the idea of yanking her shirt off didn’t sound half bad.
* She bit back a smile and took the napkin he offered to her and wiped the mess off her shirt. “I’m sure laundry detergent will do the job just fine.” She dipped a napkin into her ice water and wiped the cheese off, and a red sauce stain was left behind, bright and obnoxious. “I can’t seem to eat anything without wearing it.”

~ Down and Dirty anthology ~

Releases: May 22, 2018 | Publisher: Romance Rebels Publishing | Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs

* Get in, get down…and get filthy with these sexy, hardworking, blue-collar heroes who don’t mind when things get a little dirty while at work or at play. This collection of 22 brand new stories from USA Today and International Best-Selling authors is full of scorching hot romance tales that will be sure to leave you breathless for more. These men work hard, and play even harder.
* From cops to mechanics, and miners to brewmasters, they aren’t afraid to go all in. At the end of the day, when they find the woman who completes them, they learn that love and life can be just as messy as their day job…and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
* Featuring stories from: Lori King, Maia Dylan, Sarah Marsh, Elena Kincaid, Cecile Tellier, London Saint James, Bella Settara, Rose Nickol, RL Merrill, Ashley Malkin, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett J. Rose, Sydney Lea, CR Moss, Samantha A. Cole, Danielle James, Ava Campbell, Eva Moore, Kimberlie L. Faye, Sabrina Sol, Nikki Prince, and Mia Hopkins! Visit the Facebook Page

Thank you for joining us here today, Kimberlie L. Faye! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

a look at Eva Moore & ‘Dirty Demo’ #DownandDirty #Anthology @AuthorEvaMoore @romancerebels69 #contractor #BlueCollar #Romance

On May 15, 2018April 17, 2018 By Casey's CornerIn Authors & Books, PublishersLeave a comment

Today we have author Eva Moore visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Winner of Cherry Adair’s Finish The Damn Book Contest, Eva Moore writes sexy contemporary romance, after leaving a career in the classroom to raise her daughters. Eva now lives in Silicon Valley, after moving around the world and back, with her college sweetheart, her three gorgeous girls, and two Shih Tzus who think they are cats. She can be found most nights hiding in her closet/office, scribbling away, and loves to hear from the outside world.

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A look into Dirty Demo in the Down and Dirty anthology

~ Blurb ~

* When Winston Hartwell’s construction crew ends up on a reality TV show, there’s no way he’s going to sing for his supper, no matter how nicely the curvy camera lady asks. He’s terrified of the limelight, and he doesn’t trust these Hollywood types as far as he can throw them.
* Trina McCallister is one last reality show away from her dream job of filming movies. She’ll do whatever it takes to get the footage she needs and get the hell out. But she isn’t prepared for the sexy giant with a voice of gold to demolish her carefully constructed defenses.
* When Winston Hartwell’s construction crew ends up on a reality TV show, there’s no way he’s going to sing for his supper, no matter how nicely the curvy camera lady asks. He’s terrified of the limelight, and he doesn’t trust these Hollywood types as far as he can throw them.
* Trina McCallister is one last reality show away from her dream job of filming movies. She’ll do whatever it takes to get the footage she needs and get the hell out. But she isn’t prepared for the sexy giant with a voice of gold to demolish her carefully constructed defenses.
* When lies and fear shake their newly laid foundation, only an act of bravery and trust will save them from ruin.

~ Excerpt ~

* He reached for her, and she undid her buckle and straddled his lap in a heartbeat, just as eager as he was.
* She gripped his face between her hands and stared him down.
* “You’re not a creep or a weirdo. You are so fucking special, and I’m not running anywhere.”
* Then she kissed him, lips aggressively seeking his own. The memory of her lips that he’d been tending in his mind since yesterday was blown away by the reality. He hadn’t pictured taking her in his truck, but never let it be said he wasn’t flexible. She met him kiss for kiss, thrust for thrust, grinding her sweet core against his rock hard cock, making him curse the denim holding him prisoner.
* Her ass was wedged against his steering wheel, and he took full advantage of her relative and willing captivity. He reached his hands under her shirt, needing to see, to touch, to taste her gorgeous breasts that had driven him crazy all morning, happily peeking out of her shirt.
* When he discovered the lacy concoction that held them in place, he was surprised by the feminine detail given her usual tomboy exterior but so damn grateful for yet another erotic image to tuck away in his memory.
* Lowering his head, he dusted kisses across her collarbone while his fingers tried to free her from the pink lace. One pert nipple escaped only to be captured by his lips seconds later. Her groans and the grip she had on his hair as she wrapped her arms around his head, holding him to his task, was all the encouragement he needed.
* He was beyond thought, a mass of burning need. This woman wasn’t afraid of his strength or his size. She was taking what he was giving and pushing him for more. He wanted to give it to her. The thought of giving it to her over and over until she cried out in pleasure almost set him off. He boosted her up, trying to get her skirt out of his way, and got distracted from his plan by her gorgeous bra-framed tits thrust up against his chin. When she leaned back to give him better access, he was derailed by a far less pleasant sensation. The sound of his horn blaring made them both jump. Startled back to reality, Trina clambered back to her side of the truck.
* “This isn’t working,” she said, tugging her bra up and her shirt down. He hissed as she slid her skirt back down to her knees. His cock was not a happy camper. It took every ounce of restraint not to follow her to the other side of his cab. He closed his eyes and gripped the steering wheel reflexively as if that could keep him in check.
* “Hey.” Her voice called to him, soft and a little shy, and he opened his eyes. She had her purse and her phone in one hand tugging on the door handle and was pulling a moving blanket over the back of the seat with the other. “Are you coming?”
* “Dear God, I hope so.” He opened his glove box, snagged an emergency condom, and followed wherever she wanted to lead.

~ Down and Dirty anthology ~

Releases: May 22, 2018 | Publisher: Romance Rebels Publishing | Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs

Want more by Eva Moore? Check out her story Opened Up…

~ Blurb ~

Opened Up | Book 1 in The Exposed Dreams Series
Payroll
Purchase Orders
Peanut Butter Cups
Not necessarily in that order…
* Sofia Valenti dreams of a life spent designing beautiful homes for the family business. But as her to-do list can attest, that dream is still far away. Stuck doing office work for Valenti Brothers Construction and stress eating her weight in chocolate, she wants more than hand-me-down responsibilities. When her father, Dom, signs up the whole family for a reality TV show, Sofia sees a chance to grab the spotlight for her dream. What she doesn’t count on is the sexy head contractor knocking down her ideas and her barriers without a second thought.
* Adrian Villanueva has spent his life on the outside looking in. When Dom talks retirement, Adrian sees his chance to buy his way into the company he helped build. He’s certainly not going to let the inexperienced designer daughter with expensive taste and curves that make his mouth water stand in his way. Ignoring his old crush on Sofia the girl will be easy. He’s had a decade of practice. It’s the appeal of Sofia the woman that threatens to bring him to his knees.
* When hidden attraction flares into open desire, they must decide if a chance at love is worth giving up on a lifetime of dreams.

~ Excerpt ~

* “Well, babe, I gotta say, more money always sounds good to me.”
* Ugh. It’s like he does it without even thinking. She passed him the paperwork and pointed to the pertinent sections.
* “I just started going through this. Give it a read-through, and tell me if you see any red flags. I’m going to refill my coffee.”
* She needed a minute to calm her swirling thoughts, and sitting in a small room with a man who simultaneously generated a low-level buzz of attraction while also making her want to punch him in the stomach was not helping. His proposal had stunned her, and she’d not responded well. She pulled down another mug out of force of habit and filled it before topping hers off as well. She added one sugar and a healthy dollop of cream to his, fake sugar and cream to her own.
* All done, but nowhere near ready to return, she braced her hands on the peacock granite countertop, stretched her arms long and dropped her head between them. She lengthened her spine and took a deep breath, aiming for some of the peace she’d felt when she’d dropped into a yoga class with Brandy.
* Change itself was nothing to fear. So what if most of the changes in her life had been awful? That didn’t mean these changes were going to be bad, too. She could handle whatever needed handling. She’d managed before, and she could do it again. And she was absolutely full of crap. She was three seconds from panicking, and her deep-breathing exercises were getting trapped in her clenching throat.
* “Hey, are you okay?” Adrian’s deep, husky voice skittered up her spine, leaving a trail of goose bumps that didn’t subside when she jumped and squealed.
* Why did this man have the power to make her feel like a twelve-year-old girl? She spun to face him, only to find that he’d invaded the space she’d cleared and was reaching for her shoulder, as if to steady her. She backed away swiftly, bumping into the counter and rattling the cups. Remembering why she’d come to the kitchen in the first place, she handed him the coffee she’d made him, being careful not to scald herself with a brush of his fingertips. She could pick apart the ridiculousness of her response later.
* “Yeah, I’m fine.” She retreated into a sip of her own fortifying mug.
* He mirrored her sip and stepped back as well. Message finally freaking received. Good.
* “You know how I take my coffee?” He grinned as if this detail somehow meant something special.
* “I know everyone’s coffee order. Have you not noticed who keeps the lists for meeting coffee runs? Or who is constantly being charged with stocking the kitchen? Or did you just think a magical caffeine fairy came in at night and brought lattes to all the good little boys?” She tried once again to take him down a peg while setting him straight. She couldn’t have him thinking that she’d been watching him, paying attention to his personal preferences. Even if she had.
* Once again, her sarcasm flew right over his head. He raised the contract in his hand and held it out to her.
* “Listen, I tried to read through this, but it might as well be written in Latin. Can you walk me through the specifics?”
* “I just got it myself. Give me a day or two to really pick it apart, and I’ll fill you in.”
* “Thanks, angel. That sounds good.” He tossed the contract on the break room table, supremely confident, coffee in hand.
* She’d wager he hadn’t even heard the “Sure thing” she’d managed through clenched teeth. How could she be so attracted to someone who pissed her off so royally?
* Good thing he didn’t know, or he’d be insufferable.

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Thank you for joining us here today, Eva Moore! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your stories.

a look at Ava Campbell & ‘Beer Goggles’ #DownandDirty #Anthology @AvaCampbellBook @romancerebels69 #brewmaster #BlueCollar #Romance

On May 14, 2018April 7, 2018 By Casey's CornerIn Authors & Books, PublishersLeave a comment

Today we have author Ava Campbell visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Ava Campbell is a writer, reader and romance lover.
* For Ava, her men can be bikers, hitman, lawmen, or brewmasters…it doesn’t matter as long as he’s a bad boy with a heart of gold. So join her as she take you on the ride of your life where she proves a kiss is worth a thousand words!

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A look into Beer Goggles in the Down and Dirty anthology

~ Blurb ~

* Connor Callahan did his best work when it came to beer and babes. As long as live was full of laughs, he was good. It wasn’t until some hot shot journalist started asking questions that his past that he’d tried so hard to forget came back to haunt him.
* Allison Drake, top notch reporter was bumped down to do a fun and leisure piece about a bar and new up and coming brew master. She was going to do everything in her power to hurry things along and go back to the big city where she belonged.
* However, a car accident, and a few beers later, things change between them. Things aren’t always as black and white as they were before. Can the two of them face the truth about themselves, and be open to the future, or will they both live life with their beer goggles on?

~ Excerpt ~

* Allison had one job to do, and it seemed she had gotten everything she needed for the story, and then some. Taking the drink Conner gave her, she sipped it, enjoying the taste and the coolness calming her throat after talking so long. It seemed that he and the bar had a very large following. It was an easy piece to write, in fact, she could have it done by tonight and sent off. That was if she wanted to leave right away. Something called to her in this little town, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city she had grown up in. Connor wasn’t a bad way to spend the night either. It had been a while since she had been with anyone, even though she was with Doyle not that long ago. The sexual draw just wasn’t there, but Connor, now she could almost see herself getting tangled up in the sheets with him and not coming up for air for a long time. Too bad he was just a playboy type and not one to stay long term. Maybe that was just what she needed. Some way to let off all the stress and drama that came with her job.
* Her phone buzzed indicating she had a text. Pulling it out, she felt her once happy mood crumble as the message was from Doyle asking when she was coming back and to have drinks when she returned, again. Damn it, couldn’t she just get a break for at least a weekend?
* “Boyfriend bugging you about being away from home?” He asked, bumping her shoulder playfully as he sat next to her on an empty bar stool.
* “No, I mean, shit I don’t know. He’s not my boyfriend, well he was, I guess it’s complicated. Anyway, so yea.” She let her statement float away while taking a large drink of her beer, begging the liquor to do its job and dull her senses, even for a night.
* “Well, if it means anything, he’s an idiot. And you should totally send him a barfing emoji.” Turning to look at him, she laughed. What was he? She hadn’t used emojis in forever, not that she really had anyone to send them to.” He swiped her phone out of her hand, calling a number, his and then hung up. Watching what he was doing, she waited while he fiddled with his screen. Her phone buzzed, and a silly face popped up next to a beer. Oh my god, that was too funny.
* “See they can be funny and totally fit the situation. Now you send me one. I promise I won’t judge.” Wanting to play his little game, she hit the icon on her phone and scrolled looking at different ones before finding two people high fiving each other. This went back and forth for a while until something bothered her.
* “Hey, why do they have the eggplant? Who would send that?”
* “You’re so cute and innocent. Normally it is about someone’s cock.” She spat her beer and totally understood it now. That was too funny.
* “So, do we start referring to someone’s junk as an eggplant. Is that what you call yours?” feeling braver as time went on, she felt more comfortable with asking odd questions she normally wouldn’t.
* “Nah. I call mine the truth.” His eyes twinkled as he smirked.
* Huh, okay, she would bite this time. “The truth?”
* “Oh yeah, because the truth hurts.” At that, she busted up laughing. Holy shit this man was funny. “Oh, come on, now you can’t ever think of something with truth in it without thinking about my large cock.” She was not going to anymore. Yet he continued to go on with various movie references and titles. “I want the truth. You can’t handle the truth.” “The truth shall set you free.” Oh god. She was laughing so hard at this point, she had to pee. Excusing herself, she went to freshen up. Quickly as she could, she went back to the bar, only to see her seat was taken by a beautiful raven-haired woman, with a perfect body and leaning on Connor. He was smiling brightly at her, calling for a drink from Jett. She hadn’t been gone that long. Guess he was just like she thought, a playboy. All about the beer and some babes. Only she was a pawn floating around trying to be something she wasn’t, writing a story about his place. Fine. She didn’t need to stay where she wasn’t really wanted. Taking some money out of her wallet, she put it on the end of the bar, away from Connor, nodding to Jett and walked out the door, avoiding getting seen.
* She was going to finish the story, drive home, and go back to where things were normal. Where she was normal. Boring for sure, but normal, whatever that meant anymore.

~ Down and Dirty anthology ~

Releases: May 22, 2018 | Publisher: Romance Rebels Publishing | Cover Artist: Sinfully Sweet Designs

Thank you for joining us here today, Ava Campbell! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.