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Sunday, September 6, 2015

GIVEAWAY - 5 eBook Bundle of Western Romances #RB4U #MFRWauthor #RomFantasy

Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.
~ Guy de Maupassant

I read that quote this morning and it lingered, making me think about the truth of the words... when we write, we often DO open part of our souls to the world. Writers are intensely committed to the words they put on a page, the dreams they present to the world as their work, and the parts of their internal selves that are revealed in ways non-writers can’t begin to reveal.

Why do we do it? I’m sure the answer to that is as diverse as the people who’ll read this, and the authors who publish books every day. For some of us, it’s a drive as natural and primal as drawing breath. We are born storytellers, with a knack for making worlds come to life for others. Since I am one of those people who’s been classified by many as being a “natural writer” I’ll go with that as my reason for continuing in a business that has taken more from my soul than it’s ever given back.

Curious now, with so much author/reader interaction every day with the advent of social media, how many of you feel authors are sharing pieces of their souls with you through their books? Is this something that makes you want to read more, know more? Is any fiction entirely fiction, do you think? Or is it another facet of a complex mind coming out into the open? I don’t know anymore where half my stories are born, but they are constantly changing. Genres blur, get mixed together, the time/era for those stories has been across the span of known history, so it’s always been an adventure in one way or another.

I suppose everyone writes for different reasons, just as readers read for different reasons. So, what pushes you to write? And readers, what lures you back to certain authors over and over?

I have a great gift pack for one lucky winner - a five book eBundle of Western themed romances, mostly historical. So, if you'd like to sample some of my best writing, enter away - 4 of 5 of these books are best-sellers on Amazon and ARe Romance eBooks.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

A touch of myth, vengeance, and sizzling romance... #RB4U #MFRWauthor #RomFantasy

Genre: Contemporary Action/Thriller
Publisher: Crimson Frost Books


Adam Walker is one of the Company’s best field agents, a highly trained, well-honed killing machine when that’s what’s needed. But, he’s also a man of many secrets, and one of them is that he’s a ninja, one of Japan’s mythical death warriors. When another of Adam’s secrets, his lover Kiku, is killed, he turns to the one person he trusts, fellow agent Shainna Barton. While Shainna covers for him on a mission, Adam metes out his revenge, and discovers that his friendship with Shainna has a much deeper meaning that either of them ever realized…


Adam's steps were sure and silent as he made his way to the rear of the small theater. Exhaustion consumed him, but the residue of rushing adrenaline afforded his body a moment of false energy. Successful in yet another assignment—when the body turned up with the stolen files, there'd be no questions asked. Business as usual.
Still, the timing had been off, and there'd been no time to warn Kiku to stay at home. Uneasiness whispered inside him again, as it had for most of the past hour. Not for the first time during recent weeks, though . . . . He wondered if it had been wise to reject her desire to take their relationship to a more intimate involvement. Loving Kiku was as natural to him as breathing. But being her lover was something he hadn't honestly considered. Not until she'd brought it to his attention.
Why he hadn't noticed her love changing to passion baffled him now, as he thought about it. He'd told her intimacy of that kind would create distractions within his mind—the kind that might one day get them both killed. She'd been skeptical, though uncharacteristically reticent about explaining why, when he questioned her quick acceptance of his decision.
He thrust the doubts aside as he reached her office and entered. As always, the closet-like room appeared in complete chaos. An organized mess, she called it. He crossed the short space and picked up the phone as he settled on the edge of her desk. He was about to dial her home number when a flicker of movement drew his attention to the small, private parking lot separating the theater from a large apartment building next door. Adam slipped the receiver into its cradle and moved to stand in the shadows next to the small window behind her desk.
He spotted Kiku's nearly naked body and he froze. Instinct guided him as fear and rage surged through him. Reaching beyond the haze of tumultuous emotions, he drew on his training. A careful look at Kiku told him she was dead . . . her neck broken. Again, the flicker of shadows betrayed a presence. He waited. Seconds passed, so drawn out by tension they felt like hours, but one-by-one he saw each figure with striking clarity. And in that brief instant, each of the five faces was burned indelibly into his memory. He knew one of them by name, and recognized the others as students of Caisson's dojo. The heavy weight of the gun under his left arm all but spoke to him the alluring suggestion to pull the weapon and use it was so tempting. Adam had to force himself to resist using his weapon, a task made all the more difficult when Caisson bent over Kiku and placed a mocking kiss on her forehead.
He tore his gaze away, no longer trusting his ability to control his grief-enhanced rage. As he leaned against the wall, he realized he'd been holding his breath. Slowly, he exhaled, shaking uncontrollably despite his imposed strength of will.
When the wracking spasms of anguish subsided, he emerged from the theater's office and left without looking back.

* * * * *

Less than half an hour later, Adam slipped into Kiku's small flat. Like her office, it was in disarray, although not to the same exaggerated extent. He did a thorough, systematic search of the entire four rooms, removing every trace of his presence in her life. The items were few, for he seldom left even the smallest of articles behind. No photographs of them to be found, together or individually, a house rule they'd agreed to years earlier.
Hovering in the doorway, he took one final look at the place. It was so much like her, he thought, inhaling the light residue of sandalwood incense in the air. Books on every subject to satisfy her insatiable thirst for knowledge were strewn about, along with old theater posters, exotically painted masques, and cassettes and CDs in various languages. Despite his protestations, a map hung on the wall, dotted with postcards from the countries they'd traveled together. He hesitated for a moment then decided to collect the cards and destroy the map.
When he finished, he locked the door and turned his back on this place, too. Kiku would have expected nothing less from him.

* * * * *

Shainna Barton sighed in weariness as she kicked open the door to her apartment to drag her luggage inside. She'd been out of the country for over a month this time, and home seemed more appealing than she would have thought possible. She was growing tired in more ways than one.
A quick slam and the door shut firmly, leaving her in the silent, air-conditioned sanctuary she'd bought only a year before, a purchase she'd recognized as the first step toward her accepting pending retirement from the field.
She'd called home the night before, and her oldest and dearest friend had opened the apartment and stocked the cupboards for her. DeeDee Caulwell was one of the few constants in Shainna's life. She honestly didn't know what she'd do without her.
The phone rang. She stole a glance at the caller ID. Dee. Shainna dropped her shoulder bag and flopped into a chair as she grabbed the phone. The worry in DeeDee's voice hit before the actual words, and Shainna automatically reached for the TV remote control to turn on the news report her friend was going on about with such dread. The reporter's words ran together as Shainna's world twisted wildly on its axis. Her pulse roared so loud in her ears she barely heard DeeDee say she was on her way over.

* * * * *

From her window seat, Shainna looked out at the night sky. Her chill had very little to do with the air-conditioned air. The ice reached into her soul and expanded outward to her quivering limbs. She wasn't prone to infatuation, never had been, but there was something almost obsessive in her passion for Adam Walker. They were friends; the relationship worked for them. But Shainna had realized, long ago, the hunger she felt in Adam's company had precious little to do with being friends. If she'd been less honest, she would have hated Kiku Shimoda, simply for being the love in Walker's life. But Shainna was too much a realist to pretend the other woman was the reason Adam didn't love her.
She sighed and closed her eyes, letting her head thump gently against the wall at her back. Adam's amazing topaz eyes came into focus so quickly she was startled to discover he wasn't next to her. She could feel him, though. All around her. Inside her heart. His pain was agonizing—and total. He was out there, and by now, he knew.
"What are you going to do, Adam?" She asked the question aloud, as was her custom when working possible angles to a puzzle. She shivered when the answer, like a cold caress, brushed her consciousness—a promise of mayhem and death—as if Adam had spoken directly into her mind. They'd been connected on some level for what felt like forever. And in that moment, she wondered if he'd actually heard her and responded.
Before the odd thought could create another conundrum for her to ponder, she was distracted by a knock at the door. She crossed the room and opened the door, breathing a thankful sigh at the sight of her friend.
"Are you all right?"
She shut the door as DeeDee glided past, shedding her coat and tossing it into a chair before she turned to Shainna.
"I'm still trying to take in what's happened." Shainna confessed. "This is going to destroy Adam. Especially when he finds out what the press is reporting. I don't even know where to find him, Dee!"
"Maybe that's for the best." DeeDee's features showed visible concern.
Adam Walker was always a touchy subject between them, and the gentle censure in her friend's voice made Shainna's temper flare.
"Okay, Shain." DeeDee held up her hands in a gesture of surrender before Shainna had time to snap. "Truce. Back off. What are you planning, anyway?"
"If I know Adam, he's going to find who did this." She paced, chewed her thumbnail, and tried to make her brain function past her fear for the man. Kiku was the world to Adam, and Shainna knew—via the Division grapevine—the two had been a solid couple for some time. Whether or not the rumors were based on truth wasn't relevant to her heart. She'd tried not to resent Kiku for Adam's lack of interest, but it hadn't been easy when every part of her spirit and body cried for the man in ways she wished rather to never have experienced.
"And . . . ." She finally added. "He's going to make them pay for what they did to her—in blood."
"That sounds like Adam," DeeDee agreed, her tone reflecting her dislike and her near contempt for the man they discussed.
"Why do you hate him so much?"
Startled, DeeDee didn't answer for a moment, then she laughed. "I hate what he does to you. Adam himself means nothing to me. I know you'd walk through hell for him, and he wouldn't have to ask you to do it. What would he do for you, Shain?"
"The same thing if I needed him."
"You're so certain of that. Why?"
"Because he's Adam. Because what exists between us is a lot deeper than simply trusting another agent with your back."
"What happened in Italy last year?" DeeDee asked. "You've never said much, but something changed between you and Adam on that mission."
"Yeah, we took our last day and went sight-seeing like normal people. I got drunk and told him I loved him. We blamed the wine the next day, and pretended it never happened."
"What did he say?"
"I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies."
DeeDee's frown of confusion made Shainna laugh. "It's a quote we found earlier that day, a 15th century Italian poet called Pietro Aretino wrote it. Adam told me we were friends, there was no room for anything else between us."
"But he's always willing to ask you to risk your life for him!"
"It's my job, Dee. And his!"
"Not this time. This time it's personal, so you should stay out of it."
"How am I supposed to do that? He's going to need backup, and if I know Adam, he's going to make it clear he wants me."
"Doesn't mean Michael will agree." DeeDee reasoned. She'd been fidgeting and tidying up the apartment from the moment she'd started the conversation. Now, she stopped moving. "He does have some control over Adam."
Shainna laughed at DeeDee's careful words, barely recognizing the shrill, hysterical edge that turned the sound brittle. "No one controls Adam," she said, barely above a whisper. "Michael knows that better than anyone."
"So, what are you going to do?"
Shainna trembled. "Wait." She returned to the window and stared into the night once again. "I'm going to wait for him. What else can I do?"

Monday, August 31, 2015

.@GoddessFish presents Deal Breakers from @LauraLeeBooks

by Laura Lee

How were they supposed to know that one night would change everything?

Devyn has life all mapped out. She just needs to accomplish one more thing before graduating college and becoming a full-fledged adult—lose her virginity. And who better to assist her than her best friend, Riley?

Riley is the self-proclaimed king of fling. His college years have been filled with meaningless hookups until the one night that ruined him for all other women. The one night he spends with his best friend, Devyn. Right before he screws it all up.

Balls to the wall, baby!

Now five years later, Riley is determined to atone for his mistakes and prove that he can be the man that Devyn deserves. Little does he know that Devyn’s been keeping a secret from him all these years. A big secret. Now he has to figure out how to win back the only girl he’s ever loved while navigating the pitfalls of her unexpected revelation.

Deal Breakers is filled with lots of laughs, a sexy romance, and an overflowing swear jar.


“My God, woman.”

“Too much?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I wanted something that made me feel sexy. It’s stupid and trashy, isn’t it?”

Uncrossing her arms and nodding towards her body I say, “That could never be considered stupid or trashy. I’m pretty sure it’s the best damn idea you’ve ever had.”

She laughs. “Really?”

I nod enthusiastically. “Uh huh, definitely. Best. Idea. Ever.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Laura Lee is the author of the bestselling Karli Lane series as well as the upcoming Dealing With Love series. She is a proud member of the Romance Writers of America focusing on paranormal, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance.

Laura's passion has always been storytelling. She spent most of her life with her nose in a book thinking of alternate endings or continuations to the story. She won her first writing contest at the ripe old age of nine, earning a trip to the state capital to showcase her manuscript. Thankfully for her, those early works will never see the light of day again!

Laura lives in the Pacific Northwest with her wonderful husband, two beautiful children, and three of the most poorly behaved cats in existence. She likes her fruit smoothies filled with rum, her cupboards stocked with Cadbury's chocolate, and her music turned up loud. When she's not writing or watching HGTV, she's reading anything she can get her hands on. She's a sucker for spicy romances, especially those involving vampires or cowboys!

For more information, please visit her at: 


Laura Lee will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Saturday, August 29, 2015

FREE best-sellers for a limited time, sex and danger... #RomFantasy

A highly trained military operative, Prince Charming, and a vampire with a taste for decadence and sexual dominance... and this week they're all available for free - three of my best-sellers on Amazon and ARe, in whatever format your reader needs... check them out!!

by Denyse Bridger
- Romance>Contemporary

Randall Stone is the stuff of heroes, a mercenary given a discharge from the army he has served with his life. But the government is still interested in using the skills they've taught Major Rand Stone, and he continues to work with his hand-picked team. Into his shadowy world a light has come, and in her love, Stone discovers unhoped for joy, and, perhaps, unbearable sorrow?

(Twisted Fairytales)
by Denyse Bridger
- Romance>Fantasy

Cindi Lancourte is the illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman and a lovely woman who worked for him. Acknowledged when his wife died, she was quickly relegated to the role of servant by his new wife and step-daughters, but an invitation to a Masquerade gives this Cinderella a new shot at happiness with a handsome Prince Charming.

by Denyse Bridger
- Romance>Vampires

In modern Toronto, two vampires stalk the night, their hunting a game that is seductive and deadly. In a darkly compelling Goth Club, they find the prey they seek for their pleasures, and the night runs crimson with blood and unquenchable thirsts....

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

.@GoddessFish and @Celeste_Prater present Three Divisions: Leo #bookblast #erotica

by Celeste Prater

A reverent touch to a set of suede-covered cuffs, and Jillian Dosh unwittingly takes the first step into a world that she never knew existed. Busted while she’s making a stealthy visit to Three Divisions Lifestyle Emporium, Jillian can’t believe she’s face-to-face with her fantasy lover. Much more potent up front and personal, Leo Straton’s commanding presence intrigues and scares her at the same time. Can fantasy become reality?

Recognizing the voluptuous Jillian as the perfect submissive for him, Leo begins a journey to pull her into his world of D/s. She’s innocent, imaginative, strong-willed, and dangerous to his heart. She’s his butterfly—stuck in the chrysalis of the vanilla world and ready to spread her wings. Overcoming her initial hesitancy, Jillian begins to blossom under his tutelage. But an innocent deception may bring this new love to a crashing halt.

Three Divisions, Book 1 ignites the senses, fires up your libido, and makes you crave to be owned by this Dom.


Hurrying along the walkway, eyes glued to the window, Jillian finally discovered a ten-inch gap between advertisement posters. Cupping her hands against the surprisingly clean glass, she peered inside, stood on tiptoe to see past the shelving, and immediately spotted two men. A quick assessment told her that the one with the gray hair and wrinkled business suit wasn’t a local. The brown leather suitcase leaning innocently against his right leg still carried the airline terminal tag.

Jillian couldn’t help but snort when she glanced to the other one. He was a little younger, wore a wedding ring, and still clung to his glory days as life pulled him kicking and screaming into his forties. The severely faded and tattered USC College T-shirt had seen better days. She wondered how many times his wife had thrown it in the garbage, only to find it among the laundry items the very next day. That could very well explain the small Band-Aid on his left ear. She darted out of sight when the men’s profiles made an appearance.

Glancing down the relatively deserted street, Jillian was surprised to find that the fading sun had finally decided to hide itself, instantly bringing deep shadows to stretch ominously between each dim streetlight—a clear warning sign for the smart people to get their butts home. Only a few businesses across the roadway had yet to turn their exterior lights on, making the surroundings even spookier. She knew she needed to get this over with before the night dwellers burst out from wherever they hid during the harshness of the day and began filling the walkways.

Pushing quickly inside her targeted establishment, Jillian cringed upon hearing the tinkling of bells over the doorway. She reached up and silenced them before they could finish waking up the dead. Crap! Didn’t see that coming.

Dodging to the side of a tall, metal structure, Jillian chanced a quick peek past the edge to see if she’d been discovered or if any other bodies were milling about the interior. Satisfied she only had the two oblivious browsers to contend with, Jillian slithered around several displays and two more short cabinets before she was ensconced behind a thick bookshelf with ample space between shelves to peek out.

Bravado growing by the second, she moved on silent feet along the narrow aisle, eyes locked onto the two men continuing to keep a respectable distance from one another. She quirked a brow. You both might as well have a bulls-eye tattooed on your backs. Not once had they made eye contact, much less taken the time to glance over their shoulders to spot her lurking close at their rear.

Jillian couldn’t help but shake her head as she slid her hand out of her purse, cupped it with the other, and rested her grip on the smooth wood to steady her arms. Maneuvering the red laser dot from one skull base to the next, she considered her targets the proverbial “innocent bystanders” mentioned in every news article about the increasing murder rate in this crazy town. They were oblivious to their surroundings, content in the false knowledge that nothing bad would ever happen to them. Things like that only occurred to other people—a typical last thought of hapless victims.

Oh, well. Reality time.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Celeste was born and raised in a small town between Dallas/Fort Worth and Austin. Wanting to see more than her small Texas town, she joined the Marines, which satisfied her craving to see more of the U.S. and her drive to see if she could be one of the few and the proud. A firm believer in educating the mind, Celeste has achieved several advanced degrees, the latest being a master’s of science.

Her true love is writing erotic romance about men who know how to treat their women right. Celeste is also the author of the award winning FUELED BY LUST series. All currently released books in the series have made it into the Top 5 Bestseller Lists at within days of release as well as making it into the Top 10 Hottest New Releases in Erotic Science Fiction on Amazon.

Celeste would also like to give a shout out to the scrumptiously delicious Dustin Sherer, the cover model for Book 1 of this new series. You can find him on Facebook at Dustin Sherer: Fitness Model and Athlete.

Releasing 08/26/2015 exclusively at and 6-8 weeks later at major retailers


Celeste Prater will award a randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter a $20 Amazon/BN GC.

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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

.@Shades_of_Rose and @Tamaria_Soana present Romantic Short Stories (Giveaway!)

Romantic Short Stories Boxed Set
by Tamaria Soana

Genre: Romance

Four sexy heroes, four strong heroines, four stories of love and romance in one box set.

Tropical Cougar: Twenty-six-year-old Seth Reynolds finds his fresh start as a bartender at an exclusive resort in Jamaica. One night he meets the very sexy and much older, Sylvia Radcliff.

When Seth sets out to seduce the most enchanting woman he’s ever met, he never expects an island romance to change his life completely. 

Vows: Addison Klein’s marriage is falling apart. She’s contemplating whether she should fight to keep her family together or walk away. After the sudden death of her best friend, Peyton, and a vicious fight with her husband, Tyler, Addison knows she needs to decide what the future will holds.

Just when Addison feels she’s alone in making this life altering decision, she gets a little guidance from her guardian angel and rediscovers herself

With a new outlook on life Addison sets a plan in motion to seduce her husband.

Justice Jackson P.I.: Sultry waitress Andrea Bloome serves cocktails at The Lounge, the hottest jazz club in Chicago. When her life is in danger, she turns to charismatic P.I. Justice Jackson for help.
Can he save her from the people who are meant to protect her? Or will he be blinded by the overwhelming attraction between them?

Set in the 1940’s. 

The Calm Before the Storm: The last two years of Erica Bloom’s life have been spent looking over her shoulder. Sawyer Marsh promised the day she filed for divorce and left him, that if he couldn’t have her no one would. The news of Sawyer’s engagement allows Erica to finally let her guard down and enjoy her new life and budding relationship with Brock Maxwell.

While away relaxing at Brock’s vacation home on the Willow Lake, the past comes back to haunt her. Were the past few years just the calm before the storm?

Warning: Contains Domestic Violence
Warning: Adult language and explicit sexual situations


~About the Author~ 

Tamaria Soana writes contemporary romance stories with a high heat level that always end with a 'happily ever after'. Growing up, she loved to read and make up new places in her head to escape to. In her late teens she began writing short stories and poetry. It wasn't until her late thirties before she began to spin a full story.

She's married and a stay-at-home mom of two beautiful young girls. They reside in Western New York. Cuddling up with a good book under an electric throw is her way to escape the cold Buffalo nights.

Author Links:


Tamaria is giving away a 3 piece Bath & Body Works Twilight Woods (golden sugar scrub, triple moisture body cram and a shower puff) set during the tour. US ONLY

For a chance to win please fill out the rafflecopter below.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

.@PumpUpYourBook and @TickleWriter present Let’s Talk About Tickling #kindle #ebook #RomFantasy

Veronica Frances is the author of the gutsy, no-holds-barred novel, Tickling Daphne H. Her new non-fiction book Let’s Talk About Tickling sheds a refreshing new light on the subject. She is known as the TickleWriter in some circles.

Veronica also writes under her real name, Stacey Handler. Stacey is the author of The Body Burden; Living In The Shadow Of Barbie. Her book was featured in Jump Magazine, Australian Women’s Weekly, The National Enquirer, and several other publications, radio shows and cable TV shows.

Stacey excels at public speaking, singing, composing, and writing. She is a singer-songwriter, poet, and has written in many different styles. She has an album and several singles available, including her two popular anthems, Ain’t No Skinny Little Thing and Soap Opera Diva.

She lives in New York City, where she continues to write erotica, fiction, poetry and non-fiction.

For More Information
About the Book:

Title: Let’s Talk About Tickling
Author: Veronica Frances
Publisher: Blue Note Books
Pages: 240
Genre: Non-fiction/Erotic Literature/Self Improvement
Format: Kindle

Let’s Talk About Tickling is an honest, straightforward discussion about tickling. Discover the many different aspects of tickling—the fantasies, the realities, the many paradoxes of the tickling fetish and how to come to terms with ones own sensuality.

A refreshing and very welcome find, Let’s Talk About Tickling is for anyone who wishes to expand their awareness of tickling and other related fetishes. This book will be of great interest to anyone who wants to get in touch with their sensual self, whether they have a tickling fetish or not.

Author Veronica Frances offers her readers the chance to improve their relationships in and out of the bedroom by shining a light on the powerful significance of tickling. She reminds us that tickling is not merely the whisper of a feather on the flesh. It is an echo that calls us from deep within, beckoning us to listen and respond.

For More Information

Thank you for this interview, Veronica. Can you tell us a little about yourself and how long you’ve been writing?

I have been writing ever since childhood. I published my first book fifteen years ago and have grown very much as a writer since then. I realized I wanted to write erotic fiction as well as erotic non-fiction. I was always writing poems and erotic stories in high school, but I dreamed of writing a non-fiction erotic book that would help people in some way and I have finally accomplished that with my new book, Let’s Talk About Tickling. 

Can you tell us more about Stacey Handler?

Sure. Stacey Handler is the other name that I write under and is my real name. Veronica Frances sort of just came to me one day as an idea for a pseudonym I could use for all of my erotic tickling writing.

Under my real name, I have written and published a book on body image that includes poetry and prose. I also write all kinds of other poetry. I am also a singer-songwriter and have worked as a professional clairvoyant, empath and clairaudient.

You mentioned you wrote a book on body image under your real name. Can you explain how that relates to an interesting tidbit about your family?

Yes. My grandmother Ruth Handler created the Barbie Doll. The Ken doll was named after my father and the Barbie Doll after my aunt. The Stacey doll was named after yours truly.

As you can imagine, growing up having Barbie as a plastic family member made my own body-image issues a rather formidable challenge at times.

My book is called The Body Burden; Living In the Shadow of Barbie. It helped a lot of women find the road to self-acceptance and I did quite a bit of public speaking on the subject. I do feel that I have grown a lot as a writer since then, so I don’t talk about my first book all that much anymore. I prefer to focus on what inspires me to write as the woman that I am today.

Do you continue to speak out about the importance of having a positive body image?

Yes. My original song, Ain’t No Skinny Little Thing encourages women to feel empowered and beautiful, no matter what body negativity society continues to throw at them. Ain’t No Skinny Little Thing is available on iTunes.

Can you tell us briefly what your new book, Let’s Talk About Tickling, is about?

Let’s Talk About Tickling talks about the many different aspects of tickling. It deals with the psychological, the physical and the emotional aspects of the tickling fetish, as well as giving tons of useful advice about how to bring more sensuality and laughter into your relationships and your life in general. 

It is not simply a book about tickling. It is a book about discovering your true sensual self and sharing that information with your partner. It emphasizes the importance of communicating your fantasies and desires, so that your relationship does not become stale. While tickling is the main fetish my book deals with, it also discusses other related fetishes and many other informative tips on keeping your sensual-self alive, as well as your personal relationships. 

Would you consider your latest book, let’s talk about tickling, to be a one of a kind? How so?

Yes. There are several books surfacing about tickling, most of them fiction, but I haven’t really found any that delve quite as deeply into the psychological aspects of the tickling fetish as let’s talk about tickling does. 

What makes my book unique is how it taps into the emotional and spiritual parts of tickling and how tickling and laughter can actually better our lives. 

What questions do people ask you when you tell them about this book?

People are extremely curious as to how I can write an entire book on the subject of tickling. My answer would be that tickling is not only the gateway to sex, but the gateway to tons of discussion about sensuality, laughter, foreplay, flirtation, the inner child, fun and of course, BDSM and role-play. 

People want to know if my book is a book about BDSM. Tickle-play can be anything you want it to be and it can lead us down the adventurous pathways of BDSM. However, tickling can be just as much fun without BDSM. So, my book is not primarily a BDSM book, but I do talk about the subject whenever I feel it applies to a certain chapter or activity.

What was your greatest challenge writing this book?

This was a very challenging book for me because there were so many subjects to cover. It was very difficult figuring out the right order for the chapters. There are 68 chapters in Let’s Talk About Tickling. I was constantly moving the chapters around and for a while it felt like I was playing musical chapters and it was very frustrating. I wanted the chapters to flow and it took a while to get them just right, to where I was happy with them.

What’s one fun fact about your book people should know?

Tickling is the gateway to sex.

Can you tell us where we can find you on the web?

You can contact me and check out my blog via my website:
You can also follow me on Twitter:

Dorothy Thompson

Owner & Founding Mother at PUMP UP YOUR BOOK 
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Friday, August 21, 2015

.@Shades_of_Rose and @LaceyWolfe present Virgin Cowboy

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Virgin Cowboy by Lacey Wolfe

This cowboy lands the girl of his dreams, but he's got one little secret…

Courtney Johnson, single mom and bar owner, hasn't had much luck in the dating department. That all changes one evening when Braden Carver asks her out, and she decides to take a chance with him, even though she's ten years older than him.

Braden's always felt like he lived in the shadows of his two older brothers, never really being noticed. Before he knows it, he's on the dance floor with the girl he's liked for years, calling her 'sweetheart'. Finally, life is looking up for him. However, his mother isn't pleased when she finds out he's seeing Courtney.

As their relationship heats up, one thing still lingers—Braden's a virgin. How will Courtney react when she learns of his innocence? Will it be enough to make her walk away, especially with his disapproving mother?

Content Warning: contains adult language and sexual situations


Braden was quiet as he closed her door then went around to the driver's side. He ran his hands along his thighs, and Courtney suspected his palms were as moist as hers. Thinking back to what Dana had said about him not dating much, she thought this was probably harder for him than her. Together they would do this.

"What's the plan for tonight?" she asked as he backed out of the driveway.

"Well, I hope you don't find it corny, but I knew we'd have limited time. So, I…uh, packed a picnic and loaded a movie on my tablet. I figured we'd park someone on the ranch, eat, and watch a movie in the truck bed."

She chuckled, and regretted it when he blushed. "I think it's a cute idea."

"You do?" He glanced at her.

"I do. Much better than sitting in a theater. At least we can talk and get to know each other better."

A grin crossed his sexy face, but he was still quiet on the short ride to Carver Ranch. He turned down a private dirt road that was wooded with tall pine trees. A few minutes later, he parked his truck in a clearing where little lights of sun shone through.

"It's pretty here." She opened her door and climbed out.

"There are a few special places on the property."

"How many girls have you brought here?" She cocked her head as he pulled a comforter from the truck and placed it on the bed of the vehicle.

"None, to be honest."

"I find that hard to believe."

He rolled the blanket out. "I haven't dated much."

She sauntered up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. There was something so innocent about him that excited her, but also raised a red flag. She had no idea what to do with a sensitive man who wore his feelings on his sleeve. Now that she was alone with Braden, something stirred inside her. A need to find out more about him and why he was the way he was.

Maybe a sweet boy was what she needed. The complete opposite of her father, who never let any emotion show on his face.

He froze as she moved her hand up his neck and pulled him to her. The effect she had on him flattered her. Licking her lips, she lifted up on her toes and placed her mouth just inches from his as she stared into his eyes.

"Courtney," he whispered.


"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

With their gazes locked on each others, he asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"I am."

She brought her mouth to his, needing to see if the charge that seemed to pull between them would ignite the way she thought it would when they kissed. It did. Something rushed through her, giving her a primal need for more.

She thrust herself against him, holding both sides of his face. Braden groaned and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling her into him.

Oh my, if she'd know kissing him was going to be like this—so earth-shattering, world-stopping good—she wouldn't have resisted for so long. She had no idea the quiet cowboy would have this much effect on her.

She pulled back, breaking the connection. Braden's blue eyes were dark with need.

Clearing her throat, she said, "Sorry, I just wanted to get that out of the way."

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~About the Author~

Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.

Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.

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