Guest Interview – Rose Dainty From Queenie Black’s Hard-Pressed

My guest at the Naughty Corner today is Queenie Black, author of the sizzling-hot BDSM erotic romance, Hard-Pressed. She’s brought along Rose Dainty, the book’s heroine, who has plenty to spill about the delicious Dominant, Master Lucien, and much more. And she’s also offering you a chance to win an Amazon gift card in a Rafflecopter giveaway. Queenie, Rose, welcome!

Queenie: Hi Rose, thank you for taking the time to talk to me.

Rose: No worries. Call me Ro, please. Only Lucien calls me Rose.

Queenie: Oooops, sorry, Ro. I’m sure the readers would like to know more about you so do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Ro: Not at all, as long as you don’t mind if I reserve the right not to answer. (She winks)

Queenie: What attracted you to Lucien in the beginning?

Ro: Hmmm. Let’s see. His sexy walk, his forearms, his chest…oh boy when you see him sparring or doing his martial arts work out, with the light gleam of sweat on those muscles…(she fans herself) what’s not attractive? Actually though it was his smile, and that he really saw me. The real me. The woman behind the muscles, and he liked what he saw.

Queenie: How much did you know about the BDSM lifestyle before you met Lucien?

Ro: Everyone’s read Fifty Shades, right? That’s what I knew. Working as Lucien’s bodyguard meant I learned a little bit more but not much. There were a couple of times when I had to protect him at Hard Pressed, but I didn’t stand at his side and watch him or anything. Mostly we stayed in the bar area. What I did see didn’t impress me very much, though, mainly because I didn’t understand it. But I have to admit secretly I did find it…entrancing and somewhat of a turn on, so I did quite a lot of research at home. (She goes a bit pink)

Queenie: What did you feel when Lucien challenged you to one night at Hard Pressed?

Ro: Torn. I hated the idea that he might be right about me, but I really wanted to understand what he found attractive about the lifestyle. So, on the one hand I was very resistant and on the other I wanted the experience.

Queenie: What did you learn?

Ro: Ha ha, you’ll have to read my story if you want the answer to that. Let’s just say it was…enlightening.

Queenie: With a name like Rose Dainty and looking…

Ro: the opposite of Dainty?

Queenie: …well, yes. How did that impact on you?

Ro: TLet’s just say that I was teased during my early teenage years. For a short while. But I was taller than most of my school mates and I gave as good as I got. It soon stopped.

Queenie: After you left school you joined the British military. Tell me some things the military taught you.

Ro: Teamwork, loyalty, self-sufficiency, and how to swear.

Queenie: Ah, yes, your swearing. That got you into some trouble with Lucien.

Ro: It gets me into trouble with everyone. Let’s not go there.

Queenie: Right. Oh…how about a quick-fire round?

Ro: Go for it.

Queenie: Coffee or tea?

Ro: Coffee with sugar and cream.

Queenie: Halloween or Christmas?

Ro: Christmas!

Queenie: Paddle or cane?

Ro: Paddle.

Queenie: Finally, we’ve talked about what first attracted you to Lucien. What keeps you with him?

Ro: Other than the great orgasms you mean? (She laughs) Quite simply, he’s my soulmate.

Excerpt:

I mounted the six shallow steps and faced the double front doors. Twin carriage lights cast a soft gleam over the brass plaque with its discreet lettering:

Club Hard

Private Members Only

I desperately wanted to run back down the steps, leap into my car, and drive home, but if I did, nothing would change, and I’d go back to dividing my time between working out, Candy Crush Saga, and the occasional night out with my friends. I might miss out on learning something about myself, something that could make a difference in my sex life. Worse, I might miss a chance at love.

I stayed, my feet rooted to the floor, but the insides of my hands were so damp, my finger slipped on the brass bell, setting off a short, discordant jangling. I winced as I rang it again properly this time. That certainly wouldn’t endear me to anyone.

Shifting from foot to foot, trying to keep the blood circulating in my toes, I looked around. Behind me, the gravel drive snaked away to a discreet carpark, and trees and shrubs created shadows within shadows. Autumn had finally reached London and in this exclusive part of it, crisp, clean air and earthy leaf mulch replaced the smell of fast food and exhaust.

I shifted again, starting to get irritated. If you were going to demand a woman wear nothing but a skirt that barely covered her butt, and a top that was little more than a bit of elastic bandage—on me it was ridiculous, if I sneezed, I’d pop out over the top—then you should damn well open the door promptly. Now, despite wearing my warmest coat over the absurd ensemble, there was a distinct draught zipping under my hem and freezing my exposed butt cheeks.

I lifted my finger to stab the bell again, and the door swung open.

Bloody hell. A real butler. I was no stranger to mansions with staff. Working as a bodyguard meant I saw the inside of a lot of wealthy homes, but so far, a liveried butler was a new one to me.

“Can I help you?”

I cleared my throat, wondering if there was any etiquette for addressing a butler, aware that my finger was still lurking in the vicinity of his eye. “Umm, I’m, ah, it’s Ms. Dainty. To see Mr. Dufort. I’m expected.”

He waved me through into a large marble-floored hall with a fire burning at one side. A wide, elegant staircase at the back curved away to the upper floors.

“I’ll inform Mr. Dufort that you’re here, if you’d like to take a seat.” He indicated a collection of sofas and easy chairs huddled as if for warmth around the fireplace. I made a beeline for the heat.

“May I take your coat?”

I crossed my arms tightly. No way was I exposing my scantily clad self. “Ah, thanks, but I’m a bit cold.”

“I see my guest has arrived, Henry.”

I turned away from the fire to see Lucien Dufort crossing the hall toward me. The floor seemed to drop a few inches and I had to grab the back of a chair to steady myself as his delicious, rich chocolate voice with its faint French accent wound around me, setting my heart hammering.

A tall, elegant man, he moved toward me with predatory intent, covering the floor in loose, confident strides, but it was his eyes that held my gaze, dark eyes, sharp with intelligence and power. He wasn’t a handsome man. His narrow-bladed Gallic nose, inherited from his mother, was slightly overlarge for that, but his lips were sensual, and the mix of tenderness and lust in his expression as he looked at me sent electric tingles charging down my spine.

“Rose, welcome to Club Hard.” He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, his tongue flickering into the little hollow between my two smallest fingers, mimicking the act of sex. Normally, that would be an instant turn-off, but when Lucien did it, everything inside me melted. I tugged my hand free and shoved it into my coat pocket. This was bad. We hadn’t even started yet and my hormones were doing a happy dance.

“Your coat, ma petite.”

I undid the buttons reluctantly and he stripped it off my shoulders, giving it to Henry before indicating my feet. “Barefoot, please.”

I obeyed, steadying myself with one hand on Lucien’s forearm. I could have rested it there all day, enjoying the feel of thick bone and the flex of hard muscles, but I quickly unzipped my boots and gave them to Henry, who took them as solemnly as if I was handing him the crown jewels for safekeeping. He disappeared, taking my things with him, and I stood shivering, waiting for Lucien to say or do something. I shouldn’t have felt vulnerable. I fought with this amount of flesh on display, so it shouldn’t have bothered me, yet insecurity and apprehension crept hand-in-hand up my spine. “Lucien?”

He cupped my chin, his palm warm and sure, his thumb stroking my cheekbone in a gesture I found calming. “Tonight, you will address me as Monsieur, or Sir.” His words sank deep inside me, reaching a place I wasn’t aware existed. A place I didn’t want to believe existed. I stepped back, dislodging his hand.

Lucien’s cheek creased in amusement. “So, ma belle perle, the challenge begins. Are you ready?”

Buy links:

Amazon USA: https://amzn.to/2lXpCSP

Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2kswibm

Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/hard-pressed-by-queenie-black/

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/958783

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/hard-pressed-18

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/gb/book/hard-pressed/id1480423303

Blurb:

Master Lucien has one night at Club Hard.

One night…to show bodyguard Rose Dainty that he can be the Dom she needs,

One night…to show her that submitting to him doesn’t make her weak, that true submission requires strength and trust.

Will pushing Rose to her limits prove to her she can trust him with her body and heart, and can she let go of her deepest fears long enough to enjoy her surrender?

They both have everything to prove and everything to lose.

Author bio:

I’ve always loved writing and I won my first prize for a short story when I was still at primary school. I’m an avid reader of romance and erotic romance and can usually be found with my nose in a book. The dynamics and sheer variety of human relationships fascinate me, and this is what I like to explore in my writing. I live in North Yorkshire with my husband and cat where I enjoy running and Tai Chi.

Social media links:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/queenieblackwr1

Website: http://www.queenieblackauthor.com/

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/queenieblackauthor/

GIVEAWAY!

Queenie Black is offering one lucky reader a chance to win a £20/$25 Amazon gift card. To enter the competition, click here. Good luck!

This tour is organised by Writer Marketing Services. To check out the other dates on Queenie Black’s blog tour, click on the image below.

 

That’s Rich – Another Billionaire Erotic Romance?: Guest Post By Victoria Blisse

“Not another billionaire!” I have to say, I’ve said that a fair few times myself. Since that book, you know the one I mean, you can’t move for sexy books about super-rich guys.

thebillionaireandthewildman-evernightpublishing-oct2016-smallpreviewNow that’s where mine and Lucy Felthouse’s novel is a bit different. Our billionaire is a woman.  I am sure you might wonder why she needs to be so damn rich – well, she runs into a wild man (quite literally) and the tension of the situation comes from the vast contrast in their circumstances.

So although we created another billionaire erotic romance, we hope we’ve done it in a unique and quirky way so when you read The Billionaire and the Wild Man you don’t feel like it’s just another shade of grey.

Here’s an excerpt that shows that conflict in action.

“Listen to me,” I say quietly, reaching out to take her hand. She lets me, which I see as a positive sign. “Carrie, I do fancy you. Like mad, actually. Trust me, it’s my brain that stopped me back there, not my dick.” I smile as she giggles. “It’s just … things are complicated, aren’t they?” I pause, take a deep breath. “Can I be totally honest with you?”

She nods, wide-eyed, and it’s all I can do to stop myself slipping my hand behind the base of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. Closing my eyes briefly, I try to shove the thought away. I don’t succeed, not entirely, but I do manage to get enough of a grip on myself to say what I want to say. “Things are complicated. In so many bloody ways. I like you, Carrie, I really do. But I can’t help thinking about what would happen if we got together. I know most men would just go for it, go to bed with you, and not give a toss about the consequences. But I think you already know I’m not most men. I’ve been through some shit … which I’ll try and tell you about one day soon, perhaps after a couple of beers. But it’s made me appreciate life that much more, appreciate friends, relationships. I try my hardest to treat people better. And because I haven’t really got any friends, not any more, I don’t want to lose you if something more didn’t work out between us.”

She tries to cut in. “Flynn—”

“Please,” I say, squeezing her hand gently. “Let me finish. Once I’ve got it all out, you can say your bit.”

She nods again, and I continue. “There’s also the small matter of me being a homeless, penniless bloke, and you’re a rich goddess that runs a hotel chain. If we were to get together, folk would think I was scrounging off you. And as much as I’d like more money—who wouldn’t, except maybe you—I don’t want to be a kept man. I’ve worked for my wages all of my life, still do, and that’s the way I like it. Perhaps I’m crazy, but I’m a traditional sort, and I’m too old to change now. Okay, I’m done. Your turn.”

Carrie huffs out a breath, then brings my hand up to her mouth and presses a kiss to my knuckles. “You’re not old, you idiot. But I get the bit about not changing. And I’m glad—I like you the way you are. As for what you said, I get it. I totally get that there are obstacles between us, things that could trip us up. I’ve got more than a few issues myself, as you know. Since we’re being totally honest, I am sorry I went off on one, but I’m not sorry we kissed. This will probably make me sound totally mush or full of shit, but I can’t remember the last time someone made me feel the way you do.”

My heart pounds faster, and the urge to kiss her returns with a vengeance, but I keep perfectly quiet and still. I suspect she’s not even this honest with her shrink, so I’m not about to ruin it now. She’s really opening up to me.

“You know about what I do, who I am, but you don’t care. Well, not don’t care, but you don’t see it as what I am. Just what I do. Christ, am I making any sense?” She passes her free hand across her forehead, and I nod, smiling.

“Carry on, sweetheart, I’m listening.”

“You make me feel like a person, not just a bank balance, or a businesswoman, a CEO, whatever. To you, I’m just Carrie. Perhaps if we’d met under different circumstances, things would be different, but I’m glad we didn’t. I like being just Carrie, a woman who wanders around barefoot and has a crazy mother. Having said all that,” she scratches her head, and a tiny frown line appears between her eyebrows, “you’re obviously very aware of the billionaire CEO bit, because it’s putting you off pursuing anything with me.”

Wow. So she’s actually a billionaire then. I’d suspected as much, but to have it confirmed… I manage to stifle my awe at her success, and reply to her. “Not just that. That’s a very small part of it. I’m a big boy, and if people want to think crap about me then they can. But I also wouldn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of your money and position. Mainly, though, I’m a bit fucked up and I’m frightened of getting attached to you romantically and losing the only thing resembling a friend that I’ve had since I went AWOL.”

Carrie lets out a sound of irritation, which is pretty damn cute. I suppress a smile, knowing it’s not the right time for humor.

“So what the hell do we do now? We like each other, but there’s crap in the way. I can’t make my money or career disappear in a cloud of smoke, and you can’t magic up a billion pound career of your own overnight. And even if you could, you can’t erase your past.”

“I guess we just have to keep things platonic,” I say, but even as the words come out of my mouth, my fingers are entwining with hers, and every cell in my body is yearning for her, in the exact opposite way to platonic.

She nods, but doesn’t pull her hand away. “Yeah, I guess we do. Just ignore that we fancy each other, and stick with being friends.” The tone of her voice sounds weird, almost strangled, and I notice she’s edging still closer to me, so close our bodies are touching.

“Mmm-hmm.” Come to think of it, I sound a bit weird myself. I’m just contemplating what it means when Carrie does the very thing I’d been thinking about doing to her. She slips her hand around the back of my neck, tangles her fingers in my hair, and pulls me down toward her for a kiss. Her mouth is hot, wet and ready, and my brain is screaming no while the rest of me is telling it to fuck right off!

Blurb:

Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.

Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.

But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?

Buy links:

Amazon: http://mybook.to/wildman

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-billionaire-and-the-wild-man-mf

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-billionaire-and-the-wild-man-by-lucy-felthouse-and-victoria-blisse/

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1124998452?ean=2940153796611

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/book/billionaire-wild-man/id1169282940?mt=11

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-billionaire-and-the-wild-man

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebillionaireandthewildman-2150971-149.html

*****

Author Bios:

Lucy Felthouse:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Victoria Blisse:

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.

She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.

Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.

Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

You can often find Victoria procrastinating on FacebookTwitter and Pinterest.

*****

GIVEAWAY!

Make sure to follow the whole tour—the more posts you visit throughout, the more chances you’ll get to enter the giveaway. The tour dates are here: http://www.writermarketing.co.uk/prpromotion/blog-tours/currently-on-tour/lucy-felthouse-victoria-blisse/

And visit http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/8b9ec5be175/? for your chance to win a bumper selection of e-books from Lucy and Victoria.

tourbutton_wildman

 

Rejection – It’s Not Personal: Guest Post By Doris O’Connor

Author picThank you, Elizabeth, for letting me stop by on my blog tour. This is my last stop, and I thought I would talk about that dreaded R-word. Every writer will have experienced rejections, some kind, some downright hurtful, and some very constructive ones that will have helped you to develop in your journey. I’ve run the whole gamut of them since I started to pursue publication in January 2011, and with my story The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin, I’ve had a timely reminder that multi published or not, rejections still happen.

Publishing is a subjective business and sometimes the editor whose desk you land on will simply not like your voice, or deem the piece not suitable for their publishing house. This is what happened with The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin. I subbed a proposal to a well-known publisher, and received a ‘not suitable for their lines’ standard R in an eye-watering fast turnaround that left me quite breathless and if I’m honest stunned. It had been a while since I’d received a rejection, and it was a humbling reminder that not everyone will like my voice, and that my stories will not fit in some places.

It is perhaps ironic that I started this story with a view to turning down the heat content…

I can see my critique group laughing now. Turning down the heat and my writing — just not going to happen. Sure enough once Lakota and Alice are married, the gloves are off and their sex scenes are sizzling, and funny, and so emotional in parts they made me cry as well as reach for a fan.

In a way that rejection was the best thing that could have happened for this story, because I gave up my pre-conceived notions and just let Alice and Lakota tell me their story, right down to every last gasp, moan, spank, and ultimately tears of joy as they found their Happy Ever After.

Rejection plays a huge part in this story too, for it is my character’s ultimate fear of rejection that keeps them apart, and stops them from opening up to each other about their true feelings. Their black moment is a very black moment indeed, as their internal baggage screws their perception of real events. In their case, rejection is very personal indeed.

Back in the big wide publishing world, it really isn’t personal, though it will feel like that to you. Like I said, when I received mine I was stunned, hurt, and had a brief moment of, “maybe this story isn’t good enough”. However, my characters soon cured me of that notion. They wanted their story told, and like the dutiful writer I am, I sat down and wrote it.

Evernight Publishing agreed with Alice and Lakota, and snapped their story up.

*big grin*

In fact this is an Editor’s pick, and I received some lovely comments from her that made my day. You see, I strive very hard to bring my readers stories worth reading. They will always be hot, but there will always be a haunting love story, and The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin is no exception. I loved writing these two, and I hope you, the readers, will love reading about them.

I’ll leave you with the moment where those insecurities drive a wedge between them. Tell me about some of your insecurities for an entry into the contest. Details below.

Excerpt:

Alice woke up with a start at the sound of smashing crockery. What on earth was going on?

“Sir, if I might suggest that—” Whatever Forrester was going to say was lost in Lakota’s angry retort.

“Get the fuck out, Forrester. The day I need the advice of a butler, is the day I slit my fucking wrists. Out.”

Another piece of something smashed against the wall, and Alice winced. It seemed Lakota wasn’t in any better mood than he had been in last night.

They’d had their chat, which had quickly turned into an argument over Selina.

“Selina is business, that’s all, Alice. I need her on my side until this merger is over and done with. I thought you’d be pleased I am turning my father’s company around. You’re the one who kept on and on at me that I need to make my peace with him. Now that I am, you’re moaning at the time I spend doing it. Jesus, I can’t win here. What the fuck do you want me to do, Alice? What do you want from me?”

He’d looked exasperated with her, running his hands through his hair until it had all stood up at far too sexy angles and her hands had itched to untangle his raven tresses. She hadn’t acted on that impulse though. Instead she had wrapped her arms around her middle and swallowed her angry tears back down.

“The mere fact that you have to ask shows how hopeless this all is.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Alice. Stop talking in riddles and give me a clue here. You went into this … this marriage with your eyes wide open. I didn’t force you into anything, and I never promised you the happily ever after. If you’ve now decided to change the parameters, then … then … fuck it, I can’t do this sober.” He’d stalked away from her and had poured himself an over generous measure of Scotch, which he’d downed in one angry swallow.

“I haven’t changed any parameters as you put it. I am well aware this is just another business arrangement for you. That’s fine. Contrary to what my family seem to think I wouldn’t be so stupid as to fall in love with you.”

He’d flinched as though she’d had physically hit him, and the hurt she’d seen in his eyes for a brief second had made her almost want to tell him the truth, but she couldn’t expose herself like that, she just couldn’t. So she’d rambled on, her hurt feelings and jealous suspicions spurring her on like some demented fish wife.

“At the very least you could do me the common courtesy to not flaunt your bit on the side in front of me.

“You what?” He’d shouted that question at her and looked about ready to murder her. A small part of her had rejoiced at his outrage, for surely that meant he cared. It meant he hadn’t done any of the things that devil sitting on her shoulder, whispering in her ear, said he had done. But the other part of her had been terrified as he’d advanced on her with white knuckled fists, and she’d flinched when he’d raised his hand. Why on earth she had done that she’d had no idea, other than it had been too reminiscent of the many arguments she’d witnessed Mary having with her so called boyfriend. Arguments that had ended up with her getting in front of her sister, taking the blows intended for her—blows that had to be covered by make up to not raise her parents’ suspicions—blows that had meant she’d kept quiet when she should have told of Mary and inevitably would have spared her sister so much. Of course that would also have meant they wouldn’t have had Beth and she never would have met Lakota. Swings and fucking roundabouts. Alice gave a short laugh in the light of day, but it hadn’t been funny last night.

Lakota had shut down utterly and completely at her reaction, and her heart had bled bitter tears at the tight set of his shoulders, and the awfully controlled way he’d been speaking to her.

“You really think that little of me, Alice? What, just because I’m half Sioux and grew up in a slum, I’m now a wife beating shit of crap as well as an adulterer, am I?”

“I didn’t mean…”

“Spare me, Alice. Your face says it all. For the record, I didn’t touch Selina. I wouldn’t go near the likes of her with a fucking barge pole if you paid me for it. She is a means to an end. Just like you, as it turns out, my dear wife. Thank you for reminding me of that fact. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, so you can stop looking at me as though I’m going to jump you.”

He’d slammed the bedroom door shut, and Alice had burst into tears. She’d cried herself to sleep, in fact, wondering when it had all gone so terribly wrong.

(for the official red hot excerpt click here)

****

Blurb:

Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. TBUVAuctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.

Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

Buy links: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.bookstrand.com/the-billionaires-unwanted-virgin-mf

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebillionaire039sunwantedvirgin-1189225-147.html

http://www.amazon.com/The-Billionaires-Unwanted-Virgin-ebook/dp/B00CMTKDSG

 

****

 

Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

STALKING LINKS:                                  

Website Blog Twitter  Facebook Pinterest  Evernight Publishing

Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrand Barnes&Noble

CONTEST

I am giving away two copies of The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin. Follow me on my tour and leave a comment on each stop. Every comment is an entry into the contest. I will pick winners by random selection on Monday 27th May.

In addition I am giving away a copy from my back list on each stop.  Good Luck, and thanks for reading.

Here are the stops:

Monday 20th May http://badbarbsreviews.blogspot.co.uk/

Tuesday 21st May http://liv-honeywell.com/

Wednesday 22nd May http://erzabetsenchantments.blogspot.co.uk/

Thursday 23rd May http://kaceyhammellkreations.blogspot.co.uk/

Friday 24th May https://elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com/

WMS_blogtour