Spring Fling Spotlight & Giveaway #1: Our 2017 faves…so far

Confession time; we’re a bunch of picky bitches here at DGR. True story. Especially me. I have pet peeves for my pet peeves. Swear to god. It’s a curse. LMAO. But then our 2017 started off strong, and kept going and going and going, until we had so many 5 stars under our belts, we were positively full of good book mojo glee. It’s totally a thing. Go with me here.

So we figured, being the picky bitches that we are, these 5 star reads need to be shouted from the rooftops. So this will be a HUGE spotlight we do for the next several weeks. We’ll be featuring a book per post and telling you just why this happened to make our top favorites (so far) list.


To start things off, I really didn’t have to think too hard which book to pick. This was the book that first started my 5 star book mojo and it deserves all of the stars for that alone. I read this book back in October of last year, actually, so you may be thinking why I’m featuring it in my 2017 faves? Well, my suspicious friend, the reason is quite simple actually. I’ve since re-read this book 3 times. Yep. Thrice. I wanted to start my year of with a top favorite re-read and I couldn’t think of a better book to do it with than this gut wrencher. That’s totally a word. Go with me here.


BLACK SWAN AFFAIR
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Author: KL Kreig
Release Date: October 17, 2016add-to-goodreads-button-2

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I’ve loved him as long as I can remember.

The gangly boy with big brown eyes and unruly hair who grew up into an intoxicating man. He wears scruff like he invented it and ambles with a swagger that makes panties drop.

Killian Shepard.

Shep.

We grew up together. We played Ghost in the Graveyard. Had our own rock band. It didn’t matter that he was five years older than me. It didn’t matter that he looked at me as a kid sister even as I grew into a woman. It didn’t even matter when he left me behind to go to college and start his adult life.

He’d be back.

He was always meant to be mine.

He came back, all right. But instead of smelling of promises, he stunk of betrayal. And he destroyed me—us—the day he married my sister instead of me.

So I did the only thing a girl like me in my position could do.

I got my revenge.

I married his brother, Kael.

Now we’re one big happy fucking family.

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See here’s the thing, I actually hate and I mean HATE love triangles. I usually avoid them like a venereal disease. By practicing love triangle abstinence. 

Death from angst overload. It’s a thing. Look up Thoughtless. But I digress.

This book was clearly a triangle. So why did I read it? Well, for one, I’m a glutton for punishment. For two, I love this author. And for three, this blurb hooked me, line and sinker. I had to read it. I needed to read it. And you know what? This book ruined me. RUINED me. I loved it. I loved it beyond words!!

You can read my full 5 star review HERE

If you haven’t heard of this book yet, you may want to check your surroundings because there may be slight chance that you’ve been living under a rock. If you’ve heard of it but haven’t read it, you need to change that right meow. One click it immediately!

And if you’ve read it and loved it, I have an AMAZING treat, because it just so happens that I have a SIGNED paperback of Black Swan Affair generously provided by KL Kreig to gift to one lucky winner!

CHECK OUT THE GIVEAWAY HERE

Blog Tour & Excerpt: Lost In Between by KL Kreig

LOST IN BETWEEN
Series: Finding Me
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Author: KL Kreig
Release Date: February 20, 2017

We all have one.

A price.

That magic number that will get us to agree to do anything, be anything.

Don’t sit on your gold-plated high horse and say you don’t because you do. Everyone does. Each of us has something we covet enough that we’d sell ourselves to have it.

What’s my tipping point, you ask? Apparently a cool quarter mil will do the trick.

What does one do for 250 large, you wonder? Anything the infamous, gorgeous playboy of Seattle wants. For the next four months I’ll be Shaw Mercer’s arm candy, his beck and call girl, his faux girlfriend. I’ll be his to command, mold, push and pull in any direction he sees fit.

I’ll fight falling into bed with him. I’ll fight falling in love with him even harder. I’ll fail at both. And when my past and present collide in the most unexpected of ways, I’ll learn that while one man’s love for me has never died, the only man’s love I really want will never be mine.

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As long as Noah and I have known one another and as close as we are, he’s far from an open book. He holds some of life’s secrets so close to the vest, he’ll likely take them to his grave. So how he knows Ms. Randi Deveraux of La Dolce Vita is still a mystery he won’t divulge.When he told me his plan and showed me the picture of the woman who’d play my love interest for the next several months, I was immediately drawn to the her, but it took me a few seconds to realize why.

It was her.

My spicy little Goldilocks.

The one I haven’t heard from.

The one I haven’t been able to get out of my fucking head for the past eight days.

The one my cock involuntarily gets hard for in the dark of night.

The glossy-colored print I stared at for long minutes was a complete contradiction to the fiery woman I’d met.

On paper her exterior was flawless. Not one sculpted eyebrow out of place. Striking blue eyes rimmed with the right amount of shadow, liner, and mascara that made them alluring but not slutty. Pouty lips painted a deep shade of maroon, lined impeccably so the stain didn’t seep, then glossed enough in the middle to draw your attention to their fullness. Hair curled into loose ribbons that fell over her shoulders and down her slim back.

But while the outside was practiced perfection, the inside screamed dead. Not damaged, not broken or bruised, but lifeless. This beautiful creature went through the motions. She moved through life without living. I don’t know how I saw it, or why, but I know it wasn’t a product of my overactive imagination. This woman’s pain was rooted deep but she put on an award-winning façade that told the outside world otherwise.

I saw the same thing when I stared into her fierce eyes under the cover of my sunglasses days ago, but I also saw something else. Smoking embers buried under piles of ash. God help me, but for some reason I want to be the man who stokes those smoldering cinders until they spark into a burning inferno, bringing her roaring back to life.

Standing before her now, I’ve no doubt I’m the igniter, the single match needed to wake her from the living dead.

“Summer, is it?” I close the door behind me and move to the couch, gesturing for her to sit.

She doesn’t. She just blinks rapidly like she’s seeing a ghost. That makes me smile for some reason.

I know the name she’s using is fake. I hate it. Not the name, per se, but the fact that I don’t know her real one. I told Ms. Deveraux my circumstances and my concern around using a fake name. The press will eventually find out and it’s best if we’re up front in the beginning rather than if they dig, thinking we’re hiding something. That would be disastrous. She agreed but told me the decision was up to Summer. If she agreed to my terms, I could plead my case. If not, then her anonymity was still protected.

“You don’t look like a Summer,” I say casually as I take a seat and cross my legs.

Although in a way she does. She’s hot and sultry and I’ve no doubt she’s nice and moist in the place I’m dying to drive my cock. Jesus, she is absolutely mouthwatering. And she has the sexiest fucking voice I have ever heard. It’s no wonder I can’t stop thinking about her.

She crosses her arms and cocks a hip in irritation. “Is that so? What do I look like then?”

Mine.

Why that disturbing word pops into my head, I haven’t a clue. She is yours temporarily, though. If she agrees.

“How is your neck by the way?”

That seems to catch her off guard because her cocky bravado falters. “Uh…fine. It’s fine.” She unconsciously reaches up to palm it. My fingers itch, wishing they were on her skin instead. I still remember the electricity that ran down my arm when I touched her before. It set my cock on fire and it hasn’t stopped burning since. “You’re lucky, you know. I could be wearing a neck brace right now and be lawyered up.”

“And you’d still be just as beautiful.” I ignore the lawyer comment. I know it’s just a dig. When she blushes and looks away, my grin gets wider and I allow myself a few seconds to absorb her, head to toe. I find myself zeroing in on that tiny diamond stud in her nose, now catching the light. I first noticed it when she pounded on the window of my Rover calling me names. I generally find them childish, yet on her, I find myself incredibly turned on by it.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” On my lap would be preferable.

Defiant eyes snap back to mine. “Hit and run anyone else lately?”

“Hit and run?” I chuckle. “I didn’t hit and run you. I took accountability.”

“Yeah. After I dumped car parts into your lap, it was pretty hard to deny it any longer.”

Hell. This woman is full of restrained passion. She just needs someone to help her unleash it in a very controlled manner.

“Why haven’t you called about your car? Change your mind on whose fault it was?” I’m goading her, but Hot. Damn. The sparks firing from her are overly addictive.

“Oh, it was your fault, all right,” she snaps. “And I’ve been…busy.”

“Yes, I can imagine you have a very full schedule.” I sound more sarcastic than I intend, but the thought of her with other men makes me feel exactly the way I felt when I thought of Noah with her.

Her lips thin. She’s madder than a hornet. I’m harder than a two by four.

“Why are you here, Drive By?”

Drive By? I laugh at her feisty spirit. God, I want to kiss her. Feel her tongue sparring eagerly with mine. See if she tastes of rage and raw energy.

“I was under the impression you were agreeable to meeting with me.”

When Noah set this up, I insisted on three things.

One: it take place in Ms. Deveraux’s private home with her alone. There’s no way in hell I will be caught on film coming and going from her “business.”

Two: I meet with Ms. Deveraux in advance and work through the contractual details to my satisfaction. Let’s just say I now feel comfortable we have a mutual interest in keeping this arrangement buried deep.

And three: I be allowed to personally meet with “Summer” before she signs the contract. Surprisingly, that was the toughest piece to negotiate. Seems Ms. Deveraux is very protective of her, or maybe she’s that way with all of her employees.

Everything I have done to secure her has deviated from Ms. Deveraux’s normal course of business, but this situation is far from normal. It’s reckless at worst. Precarious at best.

“How did you find me?”

Sheer, dumb luck.

“I’m very resourceful.”

Her forehead creases. “This is a mistake.”

She turns to leave and I panic. True blistering panic sears through me at the thought she’s about to walk through that door and I may never see her again. I don’t know her real name. I don’t know how to contact her and if this meeting goes south, I know I won’t get anything further about her from Randi Deveraux. If she walks out on me now, I highly doubt she’ll give me the time of day when she finally does call Dane about her car.

I don’t know why I care that I spend the next few months with her and only her so damn much. I just do.

“Wait,” I plead.

She stops but doesn’t turn. I have no idea what possesses me, but I close the distance between us until I’m a whisper away. Our body heat plays off each other, growing hotter by the second.

“You haven’t even listened to my proposal,” I say against her ear.

Her breath kicks up. Good. She’s not unaffected by me, and that will play into my hand nicely.

“You can get someone else,” she replies softly, without conviction.

Drawing her long hair off her shoulder, I let my finger feather across her bare flesh. It’s soft and silky. She shivers. I suppress a moan. Fuck, I want her so much. It makes no sense.

“I don’t want anyone else,” I tell her truthfully, keeping my voice low.

“Why?” she breathes.

I don’t know why. I have no idea what it is about her that draws me in. I wish I did. I need to stop it. I should end this right now—look at a dozen other pictures and pick a woman whose very presence doesn’t twist me into knots and make me have thoughts I’ve never had before. Thoughts that make me uncomfortable. It’s unnerving.

But, fuck me. I can’t. There is just something different about this woman and I won’t rest until I find out what it is.

“Have a seat. Just hear me out. Please,” I tack on sincerely.

She stands motionless and I wonder what her next move will be. My hands curl into fists as I restrain myself from throwing her over my shoulder and hauling her to my house. I think she could benefit greatly from a hard hand and a red ass. I have a feeling she might even enjoy it.

When she floats effortlessly to one of the velvet-covered chairs, I release a veiled breath. Picking up the contract from the edge of Ms. Deveraux’s desk, I make myself comfortable across from her and place the paperwork on the table separating us. Her eyes drop to it but she makes no move to pick it up.

“So what’s your proposal, Mr. Knowles?”

“Mr. Knowles?”

“That’s your name, right? Dane Knowles. Wildemer & Company?”

Amused, I rest my elbows on my knees and grin at her. “No. Dane is my assistant. I told you to call him and he’d take care of the damage to your death box.”

“Death box?” She sounds offended.

“Do you know what the safety rating is on that little tin can you drive?” When she opens her mouth to respond, I talk over her. “Five point seven out of ten. You’re basically driving around in your own steel coffin.”

I expect a hot retort or for her to leave in a huff. What I don’t expect is a genuine, breathtaking smile that lights up her face like summer and makes my cock knock uncomfortably on my zipper in a futile attempt to reach her. My God, she’s trying to kill me already.

“Are you a walking Kelly Blue Book of safety ratings, Mr.…?”

“I have a vast array of useless Trivial Pursuit knowledge up here,” I retort with a smirk, finger pointing to my temple. I’ll never admit that I looked it up after our little accident. She could be seriously hurt in that ridiculous miniature box on wheels that somehow passes for a fucking car. Hell, had I hit her any harder, she would be in the hospital. “And I’m Shaw. Shaw Mercer.”

“Shaw Mercer,” she repeats slowly like she’s tasting my name for the first time. Savoring every consonant and every vowel. Fuck. I sit back and cross one leg over the other to hide my rock-hard erection.

“Any relation to Preston Mercer?”

I nod, impressed that she tied me back to my father instead of referring to me as one of Seattle’s most eligible bachelors. She’s intelligent and up on politics. I like that. Immensely. If you ask three-fourths of the residents of Seattle, they wouldn’t be able to tell you how many branches of government there are, something that’s taught in middle school, let alone who the mayor of Seattle is.

“So why is the mayor’s son…here?”

Her eyes are locked on mine, waiting on an answer.

When she swallows I follow the delicate line of her neck down to the swell of her breasts that peek out from the light pink strapless flowing dress she’s wearing like a fucking Greek goddess. One flick of my finger and I could find out the color of her areolas and the size of her nipples before I draw one into my mouth for a sample. My mouth waters at the thought.

The conversation that Ms. Deveraux and I had earlier about expectations sits hard in the pit of my stomach. On one hand, I was relieved to get confirmation she doesn’t sell herself, only her “time,” but now that I’m sitting here in front of her, I won’t rest until she lets me explore every square inch of not only her perfect body, but her complex mind. I want to know her like no one else has.

When our gazes connect again I’m sure mine is full of unmistakable heat. Hers definitely is.

She clears her throat and straightens her back. “I think you have the wrong idea about what it is I do.”

“I don’t,” I state plainly.

“I don’t sleep with my clients, Mr. Mercer.”

Oh, but you will. We both know our ingredients are explosive.

“Women would pay to have sex with me, not the other way around.”

She huffs a laugh as a wry look crosses her face. “Then what is it you need if not a good fuck?”

I chuckle and when I lean forward she straightens her spine. I love that even the simplest of movements I make in her direction affect her, just like she does to me. “Is that what I’ll be missing with you? A good fuck?” I won’t be missing a damn thing. She will be mine in every conceivable way. I know it and so does she.

“Not just good. Life altering,” she banters smoothly.

Now it’s my turn to smile slowly. What I wouldn’t give to throw her up against the wall and show her just what a life-altering fuck really is. For what seems like forever we stare at each other in some sort of weird silent challenge where we’re waiting to see what move the other will make.

Shaking myself out of her spell, I pick up the papers and hand them to her.

“What’s this?”

“Your employment contract.”

“All the paperwork is handled through Randi.”

“I want a little extra insurance.”

She quickly flips through the five-page document before lifting her eyes. “Nondisclosure agreement? This is sounding very fifty shades-ish. And just so you know, if I find any mention of hard limits or safe words, that’s a deal breaker.”

I can’t help but laugh loudly.

“I’m not kidding,” she says, her voice stern.

“Trust me, Goldilocks, if I could have gotten that past your warrior she-devil, I would have.”

Her eyes narrow, but I see a little twitch at the corner of her mouth so I forge ahead, making a mental note to invest in handcuffs and a flogger. Or six.

“The duration is for approximately the next four months. Ten hours a week, maybe more, maybe less, depending on my schedule. You may be required to travel and you will be available at all times when I need you, day or night. You will attend social events, fundraisers, business dinners, and family functions. You will be photographed and it’s only fair to warn you, you will likely be hounded by the press but I’ll try to shield you as much as possible.”

She regards me quietly. I wish I could tell what’s spinning around in that pretty little head of hers. A corner of my mouth tips when she says, “Reelection is just around the corner.”

Not a question and I don’t answer, but score another point for her.

For not the first time I wonder if this little plan of Noah’s will backfire, taking us all down in a curl of hot flames. She figured out what I was doing within two minutes. Lianna would be a far safer, more believable choice. But there’s also an undeniable, powerfully charged connection between us that will be hard for people to refute.

“And what is my role, specifically?”

Deciding I don’t care if this entire thing blows up in my face because that means I won’t get what I want—which is her—I stand and step around the table, holding out my hand.

When she tentatively sets hers in mine, I help her up and wrap one arm around her waist.

Pulling her close, I relish in the hitch of her breath. Cupping her cheek, I savor the baby-fine skin under the pad of my thumb. I take a deep breath, drinking in her delicately floral scent. She’s intoxicating and my head is already spinning.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, her small hands going to my chest.

Dipping my head, I trail my nose along her jaw, stopping so my lips brush her ear. “Making sure we have chemistry.”

She mutters a curse under her breath I know I’m not meant to hear before stuttering, “Wh…why?”

Fuck, if she only knew the dirty things running through my head right now.

“Because, my wide-eyed little pretty, you’re going to play my new love interest. My girlfriend. My serious girlfriend.” I emphasize the word so she understands what she’s getting herself into. I won’t pay her to be in my bed but that doesn’t mean she won’t end up there anyway.

“I…I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” Her breathlessness is testing me and she’s only about half an inch away from finding out exactly how much.

Walking into this meeting, I had already agreed to what I thought was a generous offer with her boss, madam, keeper, whatever she’s called. But after the last fifteen minutes, I’ve decided I will pay whatever it takes to have her. To own her. I think I would give away my own soul.

Framing her face with both hands now, I lean in until my mouth is a hairsbreadth from hers. Her eyes fall to my lips. I feel her wariness, but I also feel her hunger. She parts her lips and I watch with a deep ache in my groin as her tongue darts out to moisten them in anticipation of my kiss.

I restrain from slamming my mouth to hers, taking what I want. What she wants me to take, regardless of how she’s trying to refute me.

“But you will. Everyone has a price, Summer. What’s yours?”


As a USA Today Bestselling author, I write stories that are deeply emotional with flawed characters, because humans ARE flawed and if we read about perfect characters living in their perfect world, first of all, snoozer, but secondly, we never experience the gratification of redemption.

Outside of writing, I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicous cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out. My iPad and me: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).

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Release Blitz: Lost In Between by KL Kreig

LOST IN BETWEEN
Series: Finding Me
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Author: KL Kreig
Release Date: February 20, 2017

We all have one.

A price.

That magic number that will get us to agree to do anything, be anything.

Don’t sit on your gold-plated high horse and say you don’t because you do. Everyone does. Each of us has something we covet enough that we’d sell ourselves to have it.

What’s my tipping point, you ask? Apparently a cool quarter mil will do the trick.

What does one do for 250 large, you wonder? Anything the infamous, gorgeous playboy of Seattle wants. For the next four months I’ll be Shaw Mercer’s arm candy, his beck and call girl, his faux girlfriend. I’ll be his to command, mold, push and pull in any direction he sees fit.

I’ll fight falling into bed with him. I’ll fight falling in love with him even harder. I’ll fail at both. And when my past and present collide in the most unexpected of ways, I’ll learn that while one man’s love for me has never died, the only man’s love I really want will never be mine.

AMAZON US | UK | CA | AU | KOBO | iBOOKS | B&N 

As a USA Today Bestselling author, I write stories that are deeply emotional with flawed characters, because humans ARE flawed and if we read about perfect characters living in their perfect world, first of all, snoozer, but secondly, we never experience the gratification of redemption.

Outside of writing, I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicous cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out. My iPad and me: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).

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Review: Forbidden by KL Kreig

Alphas & Fairytales: A New Year’s Eve Anthology
Review for: FORBIDDEN
Genre: Erotic Romance
Author: KL Kreig
Release Date: December 19, 2016

One badass fight, one black tie party… 

One crazy New Year’s Eve in Vegas 

16 ALL NEW stories of love, lust, and redemption from your favorite bestselling authors

*Proceeds benefiting VETSports*

THE MAIN EVENT – Sapphire Knight
New Year’s in Vegas can only mean three things: fighting, f*cking and forever. You ready to party with us?

DUET (ROCKSTAR #8.5) – Anne Mercier
Sera and Cage in Vegas: MMA, a formal gala, and a hot steamy night of sexin’.

FREEING HIS DARK EDGES – Kane Caldwell
Surprising Chase Black is not an easy task but when he opened the little box on Christmas morning to see tickets to one of the biggest MMA fights in Las Vegas on New Year’s Eve, he was shocked. I thought I’d had the reins on our trip but since then, Chase keeps giving me those looks, a smirk that says I’m the one in for a surprise.

AS THE TIDE TURNS – BT Urruela
The war vet bodyguard. The Hollywood starlet. An unexpected threat at the biggest charity event of the year. Can Jason set aside his demons to save Savannah’s life, or will his past get the best of him?

FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION – CA Harms
Maybe it was the adrenaline, the pure excitement from the fight that had me thinking of things I shouldn’t. All I knew was never before had something that was wrong, felt so right.

FORBIDDEN – KL Kreig
There are two of them and one of me. And an irresistible lure between us that is expressly forbidden. Has the gluttony of Vegas distorted our judgment or could there be something else bigger at play?

CLOSE ENCOUNTERS – Alison Bliss
Brick Davenport is the quintessential billionaire badboy. He’s also my ex-fiance and the man who taught me the first rule of business–always protect your assets. On New Year’s Eve in Vegas, I’ll have to do just that, because Brick’s on a mission…for my heart.

TEMPTED TIMES THREE – M Never
Love like there’s no midnight.

F*ck like there’s no sunrise.

Chase Hammond and Shane Laughtner have finally found the woman who completes their Trinity, and this New Year’s Eve, the two have crafted a plan to make their trio permanent. Bright lights, a buzzing atmosphere, and an over indulgence of passion.

DICED – Ginger Scott
The last time Mia Stone saw Jamie Augusthill, he was being hauled away from her father’s five-star restaurant in handcuffs. Now, the supposed “new man, still brilliant chef” is standing in HER kitchen. Worse yet, he’s the only person who can pull off this impossible New Year’s Eve feast. He’s also the only man to ever break her heart.

BLINK – Molly McLain
I took her for granted and she walked out of my life. Now, two months later, she’s back…on another man’s arm. I never expected I’d spend New Year’s Eve without her, and I’ll be damned if she gives that midnight kiss to anyone but me. After all, she’s my wife.

A WILD CHASE – BB Reid
Mila Hunt has a big problem, and his name is Chase James. The arrogant asshole happens to be her boss, and after an embarrassing mistake at a gala, he decides her punishment should fit the crime. What he has in store for her she never thought she wanted, but she could never say no to him either…

ROCKIN’ THE SUITE – Rhonda James
Sebastian Miles in a man with a plan. Recently married, he’s been on tour with his band, Paradox, for the last four months, leaving his young wife, Brooke, alone at home. He has thirty-six hours before heading back out on the road; plenty of time to fly off to Vegas and prove to her he’s still the same romantic guy she fell in love with. The stakes are high, but he’s up for the adventure. After all… What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Right?

A POWERS PLAY (A POWERS THAT BE SHORT) – Harper Bentley
Gable Powers had loved keeping me off-balance from the moment we met—dirty words whispered in my ear that made me tremble, a spectacular tattooed body that had my own craving his, a secret revealed that only made me love him more. Even his proposal had taken me by surprise when he got down on one knee in the shower. But now it’s my turn to shock him at midnight on New Year’s Eve in Vegas, and it’s going to be awesome.

TAKING GREER – Winter Travers
Apollo Banachi is tired of waiting. He’s taking what belongs to him. Greer Cassidy doesn’t stand a chance.

CRAVED (BOUND TOGETHER 2.5) – Lacey Black
Tara Hunter and Scott Dixon have wanted each other for years, but something always keeps them apart – until New Year’s Eve. When Scott and Tara find themselves at a charity gala, the stars may finally align.

A SHOWER FOR…THREE? – Allie Juliette Mousseau

AMAZON

Reckless desire.
Scorching need.
Unmistakable love.
They all crash into me at once like the leading edge of a storm, weakening me everywhere.

Dear KL. Kreig,

I hate you. You are the worst tease in the history of teases and I can’t even with you right now. If I knew where you lived, I’d drive down there right now and sit over your shoulder as you type the rest of this story and glare at you. Menacingly. SO MENACINGLY. *waves threatening fist*

What sort of fuckery was this, damn you? No, no, don’t you give me that evil smile. Repent your bad deeds! REPENT!

As you can clearly see, I’m still attempting to calm my tits here. And as you can also clearly see, I’m failing miserably. Because this novella? WORST TEASE IN THE HISTORY OF TEASES!!! GAHHH!!!!

But in all seriousness, what the hell?!! Ever since the woman made the announcement of her upcoming duet, Lost in Between, I’ve been practically salivating for it. The she tells me there’s a novella for this couple in this anthology, so of course I jumped at the chance to read it. I was like a sex addict at a porn convention. I was ALL OVER IT. And by it, I mean the book. Where did your mind go, dirty bird? But I digress.

I will tell you nothing of the book. NOTHING. One, because I’m evil like that. And two, because I don’t want to spoil a thing for you. But what I will tell you is that if this doesn’t whet your appetite for Shaw and Willow’s story, roll over, you’re dead. You’d have to be not to be an angsty, salivating, crazed and sexually frustrated mess at the end of this little tease. And that’s what it is. A DAMN TEASE. But damn, it hurt SO GOOD. Now bring on the book before I hurt someone here!!!!

Author Spotlight, Excerpt & #Giveaway: ★BELONGING★ by K.L. Kreig

PNR fans, I have a new author to introduce you all to that you may or may not have already heard of. I’m so excited to be able to spotlight K.L. Kreig today at DGR blog, and make sure you don’t miss the giveaway below for your chance to win an ebook of Belonging, K.L’s most recent release in her Regent Vampire Lords series

About The Book

Title: Belonging (Regent Vampire Lords #2)
Genre:  Paranormal Romance/Erotica
Length: 95K words/ 423 pages
Release Date: February 9, 2015
“I don’t trust anyone.”Leaving her job and only home, sassy, independent Analise is determined to do whatever it takes to convince the Vampire Lord to help locate her missing friend. What was not part of the plan, however, was her most unwelcome attraction to the irresistibly desirable, arrogant and dominating playboy.

“Well, I’ll just have to remedy that now, won’t I?”

With a rogue vampire still on the loose, Damian, Regent Vampire Lord of the East, has his hands full trying to keep the fallout to a minimum. The last complication he needs is for his fiery Moira, his Fated, to finally walk into his life at a time when everything is in utter chaos, putting her directly into the crosshairs of a centuries old war. But now that he has her, he’ll be damned if he’ll let her go.

He had the power to destroy her permanently.

Analise is equally drawn to and infuriated by the most gorgeous man she’s ever laid eyes on. And how can she bear Damian’s touch, when the touch of anyone before him repulsed her? With the inability to let others in, she simply needs to stick to the plan, use Damian to locate her friend and return home, heart unscathed.

But even the best-laid plans can go awry.

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“Analise, you need to wake now, my child.”
“No.” She didn’t want to wake. She wanted to stay in the comfort and safety of her dream world with her guardian angel. In the real world, she was weak, but in her dreams she was powerful. As powerful as Mara. She could manipulate the elements. Rain fire with a thought. Dig a hole with nothing but her mind. Pop a lock by blinking.

“I’ll be waiting for you as always, child. But now you need to wake. Analise, your destiny awaits.”

Destiny? What destiny?

That was her last thought before consciousness grabbed her again.

And she wished it hadn’t. Her head hurt like a mother. It felt like someone was playing the drums on the inside of her skull. She moaned, reaching up to touch the offending wound. What happened?

A rough hand gently stroked her cheek and she vaguely registered someone talking. Muffled music played in the background.
“She’s coming around,” someone said.

“Thank fucking Christ.” Whose deep, sensuous voice was that?
Her eyelids cracked open, vision slightly blurry. She blinked several times to clear it.

When she’d lived on the streets, one of her favorite escapes was window-shopping. She’d lose herself in a dream that she could afford the luxurious clothing mocking her from behind the thick glass. And that once her day of self-indulgence was over, she would have a loving home to return to. On one such day, she saw the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. He was tall, handsome, clearly fit. He oozed masculinity and sexuality. She often wondered if she’d dreamt him up for she’d never seen anything like him before or since.

Until now. The man staring into her eyes—the same man from the club—made window guy seem like Weird Al Yankovic.

He had piercing dark eyes, almost like onyx. Thick, dark waves framed his face, almost hanging in his eyes a bit as he looked down at her. And his face…how could she possibly describe to anyone the most perfectly exquisite face she’d ever seen?

His eyebrows were textbook manly, dark and thick. Sharp, high symmetrical cheekbones framed a perfect, masculine nose. His lips were full and plump, with a cupids bow gracing the top one. They were completely kissable. A five o’clock shadow rounded out the sexy package. He was the most flawless thing she’d ever seen. He was an angel. Or the devil in disguise.

“Are you okay, princess?” The Adonis was speaking. To her.


“Ummm…” Was she okay? She needed an aspirin, badly.“What’s your name, princess?”

“It’s Ana.” Frankie? In looking around, she was in an office of some sort, lying on a soft leather couch. Frankie, Adonis, and another extremely attractive, but very scary-looking man were all watching her intently. She moved to sit up, feeling extremely vulnerable in her prone position.
“Whoa there. You hit your head pretty hard. You should lie still,” Adonis said.

She ignored him, pushing herself up anyway. Bad idea. Her head throbbed and her vision blurred again. Were there now two Adonises? Hell, she could live with blurry vision if that were the case.

“Ana, are you okay? What happened?”

She was suddenly very angry. “My name is Analise. Not Ana. Not princess. And I’m fine. I just need a minute here. And possibly an aspirin.” Or twelve.

“Analise. That’s a lovely name.” The reverent way her name rolled off Adonis’s tongue almost made her orgasm. Oh my God. What was wrong with her? She’d never reacted like this to a man. She had to get the hell away from him immediately.

“Uh. On second thought, I’m fine. I’ll just be going now.” Just as soon as the spots in her vision cleared. She tried to stand and was gently pushed back down by Adonis.

“You’re not going anywhere, kitten. I have a doctor coming to look at you and he’s still a good ten minutes out.”

She couldn’t believe her ears. He’d called a doctor? She couldn’t afford a damn doctor. And kitten? She should be furious! Instead, she was oddly turned on by the endearment. And she loathed endearments. In the past, when uttered by another man they seemed nothing but demeaning, but out of his mouth it was like a hot breath between her legs.

“Look…” she realized she didn’t even know his name. Even if she did, it would always be Adonis.

“Damian. Damian DiStephano,” he offered, a slight smirk upturning his lips in the most deliciously erotic way.

Wow, even his name was supremely sexy. Stop it Analise!“Damian. Look, Damian, I appreciate the concern, but I don’t need a doctor. I must have locked my knees and passed out. That’s all. I’m perfectly fine.” Not exactly true, but she would be. She just needed some meds and a good night’s sleep. And the way she was beginning to ache between her thighs, maybe some self-relief.

“I’m not letting you leave, kitten. End of.” She’d thought it intimidating when he’d stood over her, but once he took a seat beside her—so close he was touching—she was completely overwhelmed, her brain short-circuiting.

Her body tingled where his leg connected with hers. Her breaths became choppy and shallow. She ached in a place she hadn’t in, well…ever. She was both captivated and scared shitless. Until she saw the smug look on his face, then anger reared her ugly head once again. A quick temper was just one of her many personality flaws.

She stood and quickly regretted it as the room began to tilt. Adonis—Damian —caught her before she fell and settled them back on the couch, but now she was cradled in his lap—on his lap!—his strong arms surrounding her.

“What the hell are you doing?” She tried pushing away, albeit her effort was weak given the head-splitting sensation threatening to make her brain explode.

“I’m protecting you from yourself, kitten. I told you that you needed medical attention and you can do it the easy way or the hard way. Your choice.” He lowered his voice, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, “And personally I hope it’s the hard way, because I’ve never felt as good as I do now with you in my arms.”

Holy panty-dropping, Batman. He did not just say that, did he?

She scrambled off his lap, taking a seat the end of the couch, needing to put as much distance between them as possible. His knowing smile lit up the entire room. His smile had effectively morphed him into a super-sized Adonis.

His smile was like the sun.

Warm.

Inviting.

Intense.

Dangerous.

And that was bad. Super bad. He stirred feelings in her she never knew existed. She wasn’t a virgin, sadly, but she also couldn’t remember feeling passionate desire like this ever in her life. And that’s what scared her the most. She didn’t let anyone under her armor. But somehow, he was a chink. A small chink that she needed reinforcements against. Quickly.

Mara’s parting words tumbled in her head like clothes in a dryer. “Your destiny awaits.” Surely she didn’t mean this man…did she?

“Fine. I’ll let the doctor take a look.” She wouldn’t win the argument against him so she’d just figure out later how to pay the two hundred-dollar bill. Maybe the club would pay it so they didn’t worry about her suing them. Not that she would do that.

“Frankie, why don’t you take Rom on a tour of the club? Introduce him to Angel. We’ll be just fine in here until the doc arrives.” Damian never looked away from her, even though he spoke to Frankie.

“Uh…I should probably stay here with Ana. I mean, Analise,” he stuttered.

That got Damian’s attention right quick. He stood and next to Frankie she realized just how tall and intimidating he really was. He was at least six and a half feet tall.

He was huge. He was broad. He was muscled.

He was perfection.

Her mouth was suddenly very dry. What she wouldn’t give to run her hands all over his perfectly honed body. Where the hell that errant thought came from, she had no clue.

“That’s not necessary, Frankie. Analise will be just fine with me. Go.” Frankie scrambled for the door, clearly intimidated by Damian. Who wouldn’t be? She had no shame in admitting she was…just a little.

“Rom, I’ll meet you back at the house. Enjoy your evening.”

Good-looking, scary guy number two simply nodded. Had he said a word the entire time he’d been in here? She didn’t think so.

They both left and, as Damian turned back to face her, the air was sucked out of the room. She could hardly breathe as she shamelessly raked her gaze over his sinewy body. Dark denim molded powerful thighs. Rolled sleeves on his black-and-gray-striped button-down revealed tan, tattooed skin. The top two buttons of his shirt were left undone and the smooth skin of his chest nearly made her weep. Oh my lord.

When they locked eyes, he stared at her with such intensity, such desire, she felt like his next meal. She swallowed, unable to speak. Busted. He knew the effect he was having on her. She watched him deftly walk back over to the couch, sitting right beside her…again.

“So, kitten, how are you feeling?”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” It did funny things to her insides and she wanted that to stop. Right? Yes, absolutely. And next time she’d say it with much more conviction.

Another panty-dropping smile showed his perfectly straight white teeth. “You’ve got some claws on you, kitten. I like it.”

She sat there with her mouth open but, not knowing how to respond, closed it. Was that a compliment? She wasn’t sure but decided to let it go. After tonight, she wouldn’t see him again, so no reason to start a verbal war.

She needed something else to do besides ogle him and fantasize, so her gaze fell on the expansive office. She hadn’t remembered seeing an office like this upstairs. “Where are we?”

“We’re in the owner’s office.”
The owner? Devon Fallinsworth. He knew Devon? Did that mean he was a vampire too? Was this a stroke of luck or what? Maybe she needed to be just a bit nicer to Damian so she could get some information.

“You know Mr. Fallinsworth?” She tried not to sound too curious as to not arouse suspicion.

His lips drew into a thin line, glaring at her for several uncomfortable seconds before responding. “Do you know Mr. Fallinsworth?”

Was it her imagination or did his question drip with sarcasm? “No. I just thought maybe I’d get to meet him since he owns the club. I just started a couple of nights ago.”

“Well, I’m sorry, kitten. Dev is on his honeymoon. I’m watching the club in his absence.” Heavy emphasis was placed on the word honeymoon.

Honeymoon? Shit. And if he was watching the club that meant he probably was a vampire also, as she couldn’t imagine a Vampire Lord would leave his club under the watch of just anyone. Now what was she going to do?

“You look a little distraught, kitten. Have your sights set on him, did you?” His voice dripped with disdain, which only served to fuel her anger.

“Fuck you. Of course not. I simply wanted to meet the owner of this great night club, that’s all.” So what if it was only the partialtruth? She was so out of here. She stood to leave and was halfway to the door when he grabbed her arm, twirling her to face him. His face was full of anger…and lust. Butterflies took flight low in her belly and the warmth between her legs intensified.

“Let. Go.”

He didn’t say a word, walking them backward until her back was flush against the door, arms held overhead by her wrists. She was trapped. She started to panic, twisting to get away.

He held fast, leaning down to run his nose along her cheek before nibbling her ear. “Do you know what he is, kitten? Does that turn you on?”

“W-What are y-you talking about?” She was turned on, but not for the reasons he was thinking. It was because of him and him alone. She couldn’t catch her breath as he continued to run his nose along her ultra sensitive skin.

“Did you want him to fuck you? Is that why you wanted to meet him, Analise?” He nipped her earlobe hard, then soothed the hurt. Oh God. Her core went liquid. She wanted to kick him in the balls almost as much as she wanted him to ravage her.

“You’re an asshole,” she managed to say, pretty convincingly even. He pulled back, his eyes flitting between hers and her lips.

She had met him only minutes ago. Why was she so irrationally attracted to this man? Or vampire? Why didn’t the fact that he wasa vampire scare the shit out of her? Because he’d woken something inside me I’d thought long dead.

Your destiny awaits.

“So I’ve been told.” He leaned down, slowly. Oh, so achingly slowly. He was going to kiss her. She should turn her head. She should bite his lip.

But she did neither; every last vestige of common sense had simply evaporated. Instead, she wet her lips in preparation as she watched him bring his mouth to hers.

The kiss started out soft, slow, gentle. Hot breath teased her skin as his skilled mouth took her upper lip first, paying equal attention to its mate. His tongue ran along the seam of her mouth, demanding entry, which involuntarily opened for him. Now her whole body was in on the treachery.

As soon as their tongues met, the kiss turned wild, passionate. His hold tightened on her, almost painfully so. He ravaged her mouth, exploring every nook, every cranny. She couldn’t get enough. She wanted to crawl inside him and live there forever.

He tasted like danger.

Sex.

Sin.

His free hand ran up her side, cupping her breast. He kneaded its fullness, plucking her aching nipple to a hard point under the thin fabric of her dress. They both moaned in pleasure. His pelvis ground into her stomach and she felt the evidence of how much he wanted her. Her lower body moved in time with him and she rose on her tiptoes to align them better.

A knock on the door scared the crap out of her and the moment evaporated. While Damian had stopped kissing her, he hadn’t given her any quarter. Bodies still touching, breathing erratic, he leaned his forehead against hers. His jaw ticked; his body was strung tight as a bow; blatant lust was barely checked. His sinewy body holding her firmly in place, he stared intently into her eyes, a faint glow in his. Definitely vampire. This man—vampire—wanted her. Her. It was a heady feeling.

He was commanding, yet gentle. She felt safe physically, but in danger emotionally. He exuded darkness, but his light shone brilliantly. The dichotomies made her head spin so fast she couldn’t latch onto a coherent thought.

“Coming,” he thickly answered when another knock sounded. He slowly moved away from her body, the loss of warmth chilling her to the bone. While he’d let her arms go, he linked their fingers, eyes boring into hers. She tugged to get free, but his grasp tightened.

“Big D.” He nodded in greeting to the interloper as he opened the door.

Big D? What kind of a name was that?

Damian led her to the couch again, gesturing that she should sit. Refusal sat on her tongue. She’d never been good at following directions. Instead, she did his bidding, all the while berating herself. He took a seat beside her, thigh to thigh, of course. The doctor came to sit in front of her, bag in hand. He was classically handsome, but didn’t hold a candle to Damian. No, he was one of a kind.

She tried not to reflect too much on what just happened or she just might go into a full-blown meltdown. How far would she have let her hot and heavy make out session go if they hadn’t been interrupted? Would she have stopped herself at second base? God…she’d just let a complete stranger feel her up against a door. At her workplace! Uh, Analise…what in the hell were you thinking?

“How are you feeling, Analise?”

“Um, I’m fine. Thank you. Really, I’m a lot better now. Just a slight headache.” Slight was an understatement. Someone had inserted a pic ax inside her skull and it was trying to get out.

“That’s good. If you don’t mind, though, I’m going to do an exam. You did lose consciousness for a brief period and that could mean a slight concussion.”

Oh crap. She hadn’t thought of that.

“Do you have someone at home to watch you in the event of a concussion?” He asked as he dug into his bag for the necessarily supplies.

No. No, she did not. “Uh….”

“I’ll take responsibility for her,” Damian quipped. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She whipped her head in his direction. Bad idea in retrospect as the black spots returned and Damian’s face looked like it’d been splattered with paint.
“What? Hell, no.” Oh, hell to the n-o!

“Oh hell, yes, kitten. You can’t be left alone with a concussion. It’s the rule.”

Was he even listening to himself? “Rule? Whose rule? Yours?”

“No, kitten. It’s a medical fact.” Damian had a most serious look on his stunning face. He truly believed the bullshit he was spouting.

“Stop. Calling. Me. That. And, no. You will not stay with me.”

“Why don’t we do the exam first before we argue about this, okay?” Finally. The voice of reason by the only medical professional in the room.

“Yes, okay.” Analise calmed slightly. They were quiet as the doctor checked her pupils and the tender bump on her head. He then asked a bunch of questions.

Did she have a headache? Yes.

Did she remember hitting her head? No.

Were her ears ringing? Slightly.

Was she tired? Um, yes. It was probably close to eleven by now, right?

Was she confused? Did letting a stranger feel her up count? Good, she’d used her inside voice. Her outside voice replied no, she wasn’t confused.

Did she know what caused her to black out? No way in hell was she admitting the truth to that question, what with Mr. I-Have-The-Biggest-Ego-Ever sitting right next to her, so she stuck with the lie she’d told earlier. Yep, locked knees.Finally, he took her blood pressure. Which was high. Go figure. Was it anger or lust fueled? Probably both. The second time was closer to normal.

“So, what’s the conclusion, doc?” Damian asked, breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry, Analise, but you do have a slight concussion. Your pupils are not responding as quickly as they should. You’ll need someone to stay with you for the next twenty-four hours at least, waking you every couple of hours this evening to ensure you don’t have any issues doing so.”

She looked at Damian, who had a big smirk upturning his full, sexy lips. With great surprise, she suddenly realized she hadn’t cringed once at his multiple touches. Huh?

Well…shit.

 

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“It’s best if we just keep this casual, Dev.”To feisty, relationship phobic Kate Martin’s utter surprise, she isn’t automatically dismissed as a crackpot when she finally plucks up courage to walk into a police station, revealing what she’s seen in her dreams. But instead of making a simple statement and returning to her nice, quiet life, she finds herself the center of attention from both a psychotic vampire and the ‘investigative specialist’ who would die in order to protect her.

“You’re anything but casual, Kate. I want you and I always get what I want.”

Young women are disappearing across the country and Devon, Regent Vampire Lord of the Midwest, knows his centuries old archenemy has finally resurfaced. A break in his fruitless search is provided by the discovery of a woman who can not only see the missing in her dreams, but who ends up being his Moira, his Destiny. And she couldn’t have stepped into his world at a more inopportune time, for she is now the prime target for his nemesis.

Protecting her heart would prove to be her biggest challenge.

Devon may be the sexiest, most sinfully erotic man she’s ever met, and he stirs passion in her like no one else before, but he’s an entanglement Kate does not want or need. While it becomes impossible to deny their mutual desire, once the case is solved and the missing women are found, Kate fully intends to return to her boring life, alone.

At least that’s what she thinks.

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