Welcome to Pauline Allan w/ #Gay #romance ‘Eye Candy’ @PaulineAllan @GoddessFish

On February 16, 2017February 8, 2017 By Casey's CornerIn Authors & Books, Goddess Fish Promotions2 Comments

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Today we have author Pauline Allan visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Pauline lives in the Midwest with her hero husband, two handsome boys, one ornery cat, and a lovely Pitbull. She enjoys writing erotic romance for all readers. From MM contemporary romance series to LGBT fairytales, Pauline shares stories that she holds close to her heart. By day Pauline is a special care baby registered nurse and by night a hopeless romantic. She loves to travel to New Orleans twice a year to recharge her creative battery and enjoy a bag full of powdered sugar covered beignets. Sit down, relax and Laissez les bons temps rouler!

A look into…

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~ Blurb ~

* Gavin Rossi is one sexy piece of Eye Candy wrapped in a tight body and sweet smile. The hot breath on his neck, the mesmerizing rhythm as he rolls his hips, the strong chest rising and falling beneath his hands make for a distraction he’s terrified to see play out.
* When Dutch Williamson feels a set of perfectly sculpted thighs slipping over his lap, the last thing his liquor-hazed brain registers is this is my future. The tempting piece of Eye Candy grinding on his lap is going to cut him at the knees, and he knows it.
* This is a dance. This is a tease. God, this is so much more.

~ Excerpt ~

* Gavin stood by the marble-top island. “We need to discuss rent.” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his faded jeans. “Between the two jobs, I can pay you something. I don’t expect a handout. I need to do my part.”
* Everything had turned upside down. Being alone and content no longer counted for anything good in his life. Once again, the privileges of his birth were humbling. He shut the door. The guy had pride. Fighting the urge to pull those sexy hips into his hands, he passed the island and looked over his shoulder. “You coming? You can pick which room you want and…we’ll discuss the logistics in the morning when you come to the restaurant for your interview.”
* He stopped, giving Gavin time to catch up at the staircase.
* “You were serious, weren’t you? I um, I really didn’t expect you to offer me a job. I figured I could get a good night’s sleep, you’d wake up and regret asking me to be a tenant, and I’d have to take off, but now it feels different.”
* Dutch stopped when they reached the top of the stairs. “I told you, you’re safe with me. If you stay around, you’ll see I’m telling the truth. Every bedroom has a lock. Use it if you feel you need to, but know it’s your space, and I’ll respect that.”
* Gavin took the bag to sling it over his shoulder. “What if I don’t want to lock the door?”
* Well hell. “Then I’ll need to lock mine.”

Buy Eye Candy here…
$0.99 at Amazon!

Find Pauline Allan here…
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Thank you for joining us here today, Pauline Allan! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

ANNOUNCEMENT! Pauline Allan will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour! So be sure to leave a comment AND use this RAFFLECOPTER LINK to enter the drawing. Also, visit the other tour stops for a greater chance of winning!

Welcome Maggie Mae Gallagher w/ #Paranormal #RomanticSuspense ‘Casket Girl’ @magmaegallagher @GoddessFish

On February 14, 2017February 6, 2017 By Casey's CornerIn Authors & Books, Goddess Fish Promotions1 Comment

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Today we have author Maggie Mae Gallagher visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
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* Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Maggie grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Maggie never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.
* Maggie is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes erotic romance under the name Anya Summers. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

A look into…

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~ Blurb ~

* All he wants is to find a killer…
* FBI Special Agent Josh Blake has seen some bizarre cases in his day. His latest case is one for the record books. He has multiple homicides, corpses drained of every ounce of blood, and no suspects. When rumors surface that the French Quarter may be hiding an insidious monster bent on drenching the streets in dead bodies, he must suspend logic and place his trust in the mystical.
* She wants a fresh start…
* Isabelle Toussánt left her family home in the bayou five year ago, cutting all ties with her abusive whiskey swilling stepfather, to forge a new life in the French Quarter. Now a successful business owner of Madam Toussánt’s Mystical Gifts in Jackson Square, and a Seer with voodoo roots. The foundation of her new life shatters when one of her employee’s winds up dead and she is dragged into a deadly game where she becomes the target of a serial killer.
* A passion neither expected…
* Determined to stop the brutal slayings, Josh must rely on the beautiful Isabelle who makes him question everything he has ever known about life and death all while surrendering to a desire hotter than a Bayou night. When Isabelle disappears without a trace, with tourists flocking to the party capital for Halloween, and the body count continues to mount, Josh will be forced to push beyond the boundaries of what he thinks is possible and rescue the woman he loves before it’s too late.

~ Excerpt ~

* “Okay, Josh. What would you like to know?”
* “I need to inform you first of your right to have an attorney present.” There was the uptight termagant for rules, law and order.
* “Why would I need an attorney? You don’t think I’m a suspect, do you?” A stifled laugh caught and died in her throat. She, Isabelle Toussánt, a suspect in a murder case? Not in this lifetime. Although, by his tone she instinctively knew he wasn’t kidding, not one bit. Isabelle was rarely ever shocked. Her gift of foresight kind of gave her the 411 on what was coming, most of the time. This was a curve she hadn’t expected. What was next, the revival of the Spanish Inquisition?
* He chewed over her response a moment, paying attention to her every subtle move, before answering. “That remains to be seen. If you could run me through the events this morning, please.”
* Like she’d already done at least a half-dozen times for the New Orleans police, but what was one more time hashing through the gory details of a morning she’d rather be forgetting?
* “I woke up early, just before dawn,” she explained, unease settling in her belly. He couldn’t really believe she was capable of something like that, could he? Her persona didn’t scream psycho killer in her book. Maybe she was a bit eclectic in her tastes, but she didn’t even kill spiders, preferring to relocate them outside.
* “Is that a habit of yours?” he asked, looking up from his note-taking.
* “I’m a pretty early riser, but lately I’ve been waking earlier than usual.” She couldn’t believe she’d just admitted that. She might as well have painted a sign on her forehead that read, Potential killer. Ask me how. She shook her head at the absurdity of it all.
* “Any particular reason?” His pen hovered above the notepad.
* How did she answer this one without sounding guilty? Because if she indicated that she’d been having bad dreams that were giving her bits of early morning insomnia, he’d want to know what they were about. She didn’t want to explain this point, not when the dreams were rooted in her past. Then she’d have to explain the beatings and abuse. The last emotion she wanted to see on his face was pity. She’d gotten out. She’d survived the trauma. And even if there were parts of her that still resonated with her past, there was nothing she could gain from telling him the truth. She’d beg forgiveness from the goddess later for her dishonesty. No good would come out of explaining this to him, there was no point. She knew she had nothing to do with Kiri’s murder.
* “No,” she lied, controlling her features, understanding that he could toss her in jail for obstruction on a federal case. And then they would discover the truth, the one she’d kept buried for years regarding her identity. If it got out… A terrified tremor ran along her spine. Then he would know and he would find her. She’d rather die.

Buy Casket Girl here…
Amazon

Find Maggie Mae Gallagher here…
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Thank you for joining us here today, Maggie Mae Gallagher! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

ANNOUNCEMENT! Maggie Mae Gallagher will be awarding a $15 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour! So be sure to leave a comment AND use this RAFFLECOPTER LINK to enter the drawing. Also, visit the other tour stops for a greater chance of winning!

Welcome to Lynn Kellan w/ #ContemporaryRomance #book ‘Run to Her’ @LynnKellan @GoddessFish

On February 6, 2017January 27, 2017 By Casey's CornerIn Authors & Books, Goddess Fish Promotions17 Comments

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Today we have author Lynn Kellan visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Lynn Kellan writes contemporary romance about strong men who have a weakness for smart women. She believes men and women aren’t that different, because everyone wants to be with someone who will empty the dishwasher. To prepare for her career as a romance author, she fell in love with bad boys, burly athletes, battle-hardened Marines…and married a chemist. Lynn has won numerous writing contests and served two terms as President of her local Romance Writers of America chapter, but she feels a true sense of accomplishment whenever she doesn’t embarrass her teenaged kids.
* For love. For funny. For ever.

Today Lynn Kellan will be talking about a day in her life.
* In the mornings, I catch up on social media and focus on the business/marketing side of writing romance for a few hours. Once I’m caught up on my to-do list, I head to the basement, get on the treadmill, and write while I walk. Rather than buy an expensive treadmill desk, I placed an extra piece of shelving across the handles of my treadmill that serves as my “desk.” It holds my keyboard, a mouse, and any paperwork I need. My old Mac computer sits on top of an old filing cabinet at eye level, and voila! My self-made treadmill desk.
* When I first tried to walk and write at the same time, I started out at a very slow walking tempo. I only needed a couple days before I was able to walk at a decent clip while I edited or wrote new material. Walking while writing (or writing while walking) has been so good for me. I’m often able to put in at least 5 miles on the treadmill while I’m writing, so I’m exercising and working at the same time.
* I’ve fallen off once (I blame the dog). Believe me, the fall wasn’t a bad one.
* I can write for about three hours before I need a break. I’ll stop for lunch, check my email, and then run a few errands. Afterwards, I’ll resume writing until my family comes home for dinner. I’m the chef in the family, so I cook for everyone. After the meal, my husband and I will often try to play a few holes of golf if it’s sunny and warm outside. My kids are old enough to drive, so they often have stuff to do in the evenings. Sometimes, the kids ask us to play tennis with them. There are a lot of local courts nearby, so we can usually find a spot to play doubles.
* In the winter, we tend to do more work in the evenings because it’s too cold and dark to be outside. There are some days when I’m able to write for 10 hours, but I have to be careful about long days. If I work too long for too many days, I lose steam and need a break. Sometimes, spending a day or two away from my computer regenerates me. For that reason, I tend to avoid working on weekends. A writer needs to live life in order to write about it, right?

A look into…

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~ Blurb ~

* She avoids men like him. He needs a woman like her. One lie changes everything…
* Gabriel Antonov is a mechanic who can fix anything, even a woman’s hesitance. His talents have earned him the well-deserved reputation as a player, but when a routine one-night stand goes wrong, he’s haunted by what he’s done. Nothing can free him from those depraved memories, until he meets Leigh Nelson.
* Leigh avoids strong, silent types like Gabe, who is stronger and quieter than most guys. The only man she’s focused on is her father, who is suffering from a devastating health crisis. She’ll do anything to help him, even at the cost of ignoring her own well-being, but the stress is getting to her. Gabe’s strength is tough to resist, and his silence might be hiding a crushing secret only she can understand.
* He can’t outrun his gut-deep craving for her. Problem is, she’s running from him. When they’re marooned in his lakeside cabin, he might finally catch her…if he can admit why he’s falling apart without her.
* RUN TO HER is on sale for $2.99

~ Excerpt ~

* A fat raindrop splattered on the porch screen. And another. Tiny fragments of water landed on Leigh’s shoulder like little kisses. A shiver trickled across her back, forcing her to step toward the center of the porch to avoid getting wet.
* The carefree humor fled from his expression. His gaze dropped to the tips of her toes and slowly rose up her legs, her body, her face. Gabe locked eyes with her, reached out, and opened his hand.
* An invitation.
* She gazed at his broad palm and dark memories rose, fueled by a violent incident that flashed through her mind whenever a big man got close…but this man was different. Gabe used his considerable strength to protect, not dominate. Months ago, he’d pulled off the Interstate to help her when no one else had. After that, he’d showed up to run with her when no one else would. And a few minutes ago, he’d tamed his powerful Harley so she’d enjoy the ride when no one else seemed to care if she had any fun. Even tiny things like ladybugs received his special brand of kindness.
* She had no reason to believe Gabe would willfully hurt her. Even so, her heart tripped at the sight of the thick rope of muscle along his arm.

Buy Run to Her here…
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Thank you for joining us here today, Lynn Kellan! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

ANNOUNCEMENT! Lynn Kellan says, “One randomly chosen winner via rafflecopter will win a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card!” So be sure to leave a comment AND use this RAFFLECOPTER LINK to enter the drawing. Also, visit the other tour stops for a greater chance of winning!