#NewRelease - Do You Want Me by Nancy Fraser (@nfraserauthor), a @DecadentPub Contemporary #Romance

Fellow Beyond Fairytales author Nancy Fraser has a brand new contemporary romance out. With intrigue, suspense, and action, what can go wrong? Here's an excerpt from Do You Want Me.  

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Do You Want Me

by Nancy Fraser

Decorated war hero Reece Michaels agrees to go undercover in order to bring down the Irish Mob. In return, the civilian life he’s coveted for the past six years will be returned to him.

Hired by mob boss Sean O’Malley to protect his youngest son, Reece soon discovers the young man needs more protection from his own family than its enemies.

What Reece doesn’t count on is his instant attraction to the police chief’s beautiful and willing daughter. Abby Mackenzie is the younger sister of a woman with whom Reece once had a torrid affair. He’s determined to not give in to Abby’s come-hither ways. After all, one Mackenzie woman was more than enough.

Fun Book Fact

Like The Devil’s Sooty Brother, the Grimm fairy tale on which the book is based, Do You Want Me was written entirely in the hero’s point of view … even the absolutely decadent love scenes!

Excerpt

 Reece sat at the end of the long, mahogany bar nursing two fingers of Scotch.

“The boss is finishing up with some family business,” the bartender told him.

“Thanks, Eddie. I’m in no hurry.” He tossed back another mouthful of the hot, amber liquid and turned on the wooden stool to survey the room. Besides Eddie, the middle-aged bartender, three other ‘associates’ of O’Malley’s camped out in different corners of the half-empty bar. Obviously, O’Malley’s wealth was not dependent on his drinking clientele.

The door to the back office opened and a young woman stepped over the threshold. She looked vaguely familiar. As discreetly as he could manage, given the lack of a crowd, he studied her face. She smiled at him and then walked slowly in his direction. The gentle sway of her slim hips drew his attention like a magnet.

“Reece Michaels?” Her voice, a husky mix of warm honey and expensive whiskey, literally melted over his name. “Is it really you?”

“Uh….”

She laughed softly and tossed her head, her auburn curls swishing from side to side, dusting her silk-clad shoulders. When she met his gaze, her amber eyes widened. “Abby. Abby Mackenzie. You know my sister Lily and, as an unwelcome result, my dad.”

The breath he’d held came out on a whoosh. “My, my, haven’t you grown up? And quite nicely, I might add.”

“And you look like crap[S1] .”

Laughter bubbled up in his chest, but he tamped it down. “Thanks, I think.”

She made a show of waving her hand in a circle in front of his face. “What’s with the scraggly beard and God-awful slicked-back hair? If I remember correctly, and I’m sure I do, you used to be good-looking, in a clean-cut sort of way.”

“And you used to have freckles and braces. We all change.”

He braced himself for another verbal attack on his appearance. Yet, she stopped short when the door to O’Malley’s office opened and both Jason and his younger brother, Billy, stepped back into the bar.

Billy was exactly as Reece remembered him. Shorter and slighter of build than his older brother, he looked as if a good gust of wind would knock him down. His hair, blond rather than the O’Malley red, framed an unsmiling, pensive face.

With a rough nudge, Jason shoved Billy until he stood beside the bar where Reece and Abby were waiting.

“This is Reece Michaels. He’s the new guy Pops was telling you about,” Jason said, nodding in Reece’s direction. “Reece, you remember my baby brother, Billy, don’t you? Pops wants you to be his new bodyguard.”

Billy O’Malley’s look of anger at being called a ‘baby’ was probably no more comical than the look of surprise on his own face. Bodyguard to a spoiled rich kid was not what he’d had in mind when he’d asked O’Malley for a job.

ABOUT NANCY FRASER

Like most authors, Nancy began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

Published in multiple genres, Nancy currently writes for four publishers. She has published twenty-two books in both full-length and novella format. Nancy is currently working on a Valentine’s story for 2016, her next Rock and Roll novella, the third McCade Legacy book and a second fairy tale for Decadent Publishing.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five beautiful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.

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#NewRelease - The Gods of Probabilities - @Liza0Connor has a new #SciFiRom series!

One of my favorite genre-hopping authors (and blog content providers, due to her magnanimity when it comes to graphics) is launching a brand new sci-fi romance series. As a banner-carrying member of the SFR Brigade, I wholeheartedly approve. Without further ado....

 

Meet Athena...

Athena has known she was born to create the most fabulous art in the multiverses and to enchant men by her merest gaze.

While the first is working out very well.

The second goal had yet to begun. Whenever she walks into a room with crewmen, instead of falling to their knees in worship, they turn away from her. If she boldly approaches them, they scatter like bunnies fleeing a pack of dire wolves.

She sets out to discover if this behavior is her father or grandfather’s doing. First thing she discovered is that their aversion only works in person. If she calls them via the computer, they drool and grunt as their hands disappear into their pants.

Upon teleconferencing all the men in the ship, she realizes she owes a great debt of gratitude to whomever placed the fear of a God on the male crew. They all possessed fair faces, but horrid personalities, stupendous vanity, and total ignorance…and quite possibly have the crabs.

She spends nearly a billion years trying to figure out how to get new crewmember. The solution appears when her father asked for her help.


In Athena's word's (an exerpt from The Gods of Probabilities)

After ten billion years had passed and not one life form was to be found on any planet, Zousan decided he needed his brightest mind working on how to move things along.  So he called in his daughter.

“I know you love painting, but I was sent here to make a better world, and while you’ve made the galaxies gorgeous, none of the planets have life on them. Nor does any of the crew know how to make life.”

“Why would grandfather not share that?” Athena asked.

Zousan wanted to say, “Because he’s an ass.” Upon taking a breath, he softened his response since Athena still loved the pompous, overbearing jerk. “He wants me to fail at my task. He sees this as a chance to humiliate and humble me.”

Athena hugged him, dissipating his anger at once. “I’m sorry. I wish you would have told me sooner.”

Zousan blinked. “Does that mean you know how to make life?”

She grinned. “Grandfather, show me how when I was but a year old. All we need are chemicals, an electric spark, and lots and lots of time.”


Once they had established life, it got rowdy, requiring the Gods to land on the planets and bully them into better behaving beings. In the process of this education to behave better, a great deal of half-Gods were born.

Athena convinced her father to build a bigger ship so they could take on the half-Gods. From this new set of crew, surely she could mesmerize some of them into loving servants.

The Gods of Probabilities

by Liza O’Connor

The Gods require a time shifter to ensure the Path of Light reigns during the final collapse of possibilities. To speed the process of finding an Oceanic with the specific talents needed, God DNA is induced in several batches of Oceanic eggs, resulting in a generation of brilliant tiny blue Oceanic children.

One charming boy named Drogan has the ability to manipulate quantum reality in ways that will strengthen the Path of Light. Only trouble is that his gift runs a high probability of killing him and wiping out the Path of Light for good.

While the bureaucratic Gods will try to assist, in Quantum all possibilities not only can, but do happen, so the future is never certain.

About Liza O'Connor

Liza is a multiple genre author of 15 novels. A Late Victorian Series, The Adventures of Xavier & Vic, plus a spinoff, A Right to Love, is an ongoing series.    A Long Road to Love is a humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance series (5 books). She has two single books. One is a humorous, bad boys contemporary novel with ghosts, called Ghost Lover, the other is Untamed & Unabashed, a spinoff from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.

Now, she’s rolling out her Science fiction series (with romance & humor) called The Multiverses. The first four books are slotted for last half of 2015.  In addition she hopes, if she hasn’t dropped from exhaustion by then, to re-release a sometimes humorous/suspense thriller called Saving Casey. It’s the story of a middle-class old woman who dies and wakes up in a trust-fund teen’s body with no choice but to turn around Casey’s life, despite the many bridges the teen has burnt.

Liza would love to know: What’s your favorite genre?

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#NewRelease and $25 #Giveaway - An Alien to Love by Jessica Subject (@JSubject), a @DecadentPub #SciFiRom #1NS #BoxSet

This collection by Jessica Subject and Decadent Publishing needs little introduction beyond it being a 1-Click buy waiting to happen. Without further ado... (by the way, there's a $25 Giveaway at the bottom)

An Alien to Love

A collection of 1Night Stand stories

By Jessica E. Subject

Five HOT 1Night Stand stories by Jessica E. Subject about sexy heroes from other planets.

What do a librarian, a nurse, a director’s assistant, a housekeeper, and an orphan have in common? They all end up spending an evening with a gorgeous stranger. But, will one night lead to more, or will the women end up running away when they learn their sexy suitor comes from another planet? Find out in these five sensual 1Night Stand stories by sci-fi romance author, Jessica E. Subject.

Contains: Celestial Seduction, Satin Sheets in Space, Another Night, Another Planet, His Alien Virgin, and Her Alien Hero

Heat Rating: 3 to 4 flames - frequent love scenes  that are explicit and described using graphic and direct language

Extended Excerpt (from Another Night, Another Planet)

“Run, Nate, run!”

Natazekiel, well aware of the stupid remark he’d made, bounded out of the pub behind his friend. As he rushed past, he toppled tables and chairs on their sides to slow his pursuers. Slamming into the doorframe, he lost his footing. He spun around, catching sight of the burly, blue-skinned Otarians lumbering after him, veins throbbing in their thick necks.

Regaining his balance, he scrambled down the street. He spotted Wyn ahead of him, rounding a corner. But the men he’d pissed off remained on his heels. If he followed his friend, they would chase him, too. If Wyn reached their star cruiser first, Nate hoped he would find a way to rescue him.

A beam of red light slammed into the road in front of him, blasting chunks of concrete all around him. Shit!

He faked to the right, pretending to follow his friend. Then he weaved left. The cursing from behind made him pause, but he valued his life too much—even if no one else did—to turn around.

Ornate stone pillars decorated the front of the tall, posh building ahead of him. An Otarian man stepped out of the entrance, and Nate raced to catch the door before it slammed shut. Inside, he glanced down the long hallway—lit by lavish sconces—at the multitude of doors lining either side. Would he find a way out behind any of them?

With his heart pounding, he grabbed each large brass-colored handle as he rushed by. None of the doors opened for him.

“There he is. Shoot him!”

Nate glanced back to see multiple laser guns aimed at him. Crap, he needed to escape. Fast. He slammed his shoulder into the next door. It flew open, revealing a luxurious suite full of silks and tapestries from the planet Earth. Not a suite he would ever receive an invitation to visit. He darted into a smaller room, finding a slender Otarian woman, naked save for a thin strip of cloth across her breasts and between her legs.

She drew a finger along her delectable blue curves. “Are you my date?”

“Date?” How he wished.

“Yes, did Madame Eve send you?”

For a second, he considered saying yes. Too much time had passed since he’d gotten laid. But with the barbarians after him, he wouldn’t have the chance to satisfy her the way any honorable man should. “Um, no. He’s a lucky man, though. Sorry to intrude.”

He sidestepped to the lofty window, yanking it up. Propping himself on the ledge, he somersaulted through the opening then, dropping farther than he’d expected, crashed to the ground. He didn’t have time to survey his injuries, as a beam blasted the frame above him, sprinkling bits of mortar on his head. Poor woman to have those brutes in her room.

Jumping to his feet, he glanced back and forth down the alley he’d landed in. He raced away from the busy street at one end into darker, unfamiliar territory. Best not to have his pursuers blast innocent bystanders.

After rounding another corner, he ducked behind an immense steel bin, expecting to have lost the bulky, determined men chasing him. A few moments passed in silence. Nate peeked around the edge. Nothing. He’d lost them.

Ready to get the Claustrum off Otaria, he crept farther into the darkness. Even with the sun high in the sky, very little light permeated this space. Pipes from the buildings and holes in the ground released steam around him. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, stinging his eyes. He wiped the moisture away then picked up his pace. A radiance shone ahead. Freedom? Once he returned to the main streets, he would locate Wyn, and their ship.

A beam shot past his head, singing the tip of his ear. Too close. He shot off again, bursting into a cluster of Otarians. He skidded around the next corner toward the open port. His ship was supposed to be there, but the dock where he’d parked it lay empty.

Shit. Where is Wyn?

He searched the skies, spotting the star cruiser barreling toward him. What in Claustrum? His friend would kill him and everyone on the streets. Nate continued running to the field and a line fell from the ship. His chest tightened. No way! I have to climb that? Yeah, right. He didn’t do stunts.

Dirt shot up around him as more blasts came from the men wanting him dead. Guess I have no other choice. Time to be a daredevil. He darted toward the dangling rope, praying to the gods Wyn’s stunt would work. Lifting his arms, he reached for the knot at the end and grabbed hold, asking for the strength to maintain his grip.

In an instant, he lifted off the ground, clinging to the lifeline. A few more laser beams shot past. All at once, the burly men below lowered their guns, staring at him. And his denims rested around his ankles, exposing him for all to see. Well, that explains the sudden breeze.

“Told you mine’s bigger than yours,” he shouted.

When another beam burnt a hole through his pants, he pulled his knees up, trying to save his vital organs. He spun around, hanging on tight while Wyn circled back, racing him away from danger.

Beyond the docks of the port, Nate dropped the line. He yanked up his still smoking jeans, waiting for Wyn to land. Once the door to the ship opened, he rushed inside.

“Go, go, go.”

He swung into the second seat, his heart hammering, as he helped program a course out into space.

“Why do I always wind up catching you with your pants around your ankles every time we go out?”

Nate grinned as the vessel shot out of Otaria’s atmosphere. “Because you like to see my cock. Admit it.”

Wyn jerked the ship starboard, tossing Nate out of his seat and onto the floor.

“Fucker. What’d you do that for?”

“Nothing. Wait ’til you do something.”

He punched his friend in the arm then scrambled back into his chair. With Wyn busy flying them to their next destination, Nate decided to connect to the uni-web. The woman he’d burst in on back on Otaria had stroked his curiosity. He typed Madame Eve and date into the browser, waiting for the results to pop up.

ABOUT JESSICA E. SUBJECT

Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. If you’re looking for something really steamy, check out her stories written as Paisley Brown.

When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

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