Spotlight & #Giveaway: ★Wicked White★ by Michelle A. Valentine

Title: Wicked White 
Author: Michelle A. Valentine
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2015

After his mother dies, rock star Ace White—lead singer of the red-hot band Wicked White—is done with the celebrity game. The phony people, the meaningless one-night stands: he doesn’t want any of it anymore. Quitting in the middle of a sold-out tour, Ace sets out to find some place—any place—where he can be alone.

Aspiring singer Iris Easton’s life has never been easy. First, her mother walked out on her when she was a kid. Now she’s buried in debt, weeks after losing her beloved grandmother. When a mysterious and sexy new guy moves in next door, Iris can’t help but be drawn to his soulful gaze. She can tell there’s something from his past haunting him—something he’s not telling her.

Just as Ace starts falling for Iris, the media go on a worldwide hunt to find the missing rocker. Will true love conquer all, or will the truth be the very thing that tears the couple apart?

“Iris…that was amazing. You’ve got so much talent,” I praise.

Her green eyes light up with excitement like a child’s do on Christmas morning. “You really think so? You’re not just saying that?”

“No. I never bullshit about music. You’ve definitely got the chops for Broadway, it’s just…” I hesitate, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but I know that in order for her to get better, she has to be told what she’s doing wrong.

She lays her hand on my forearm. “Please, tell me. I can take it. Promise.”

I stand beside her, so close that my chest nearly touches her shoulder. I’m itching to touch her, but I won’t do it without permission. “May I touch you?”

She draws in a ragged breath and then nods. “Yes.”

I curl the fingers of my right hand around her right shoulder and pull back a little so that her posture is perpendicular to the floor. At this angle, I can’t help but notice her heaving chest and how her perky tits move in sync with each breath she takes.

I slide my left hand against her toned stomach and my pinkie grazes the warm patch of skin that’s exposed between her T-shirt and the waistband of her jeans.

Our contact is fucking electric, and my own breathing picks up speed as I attempt to fight back the arousal I feel for her boiling beneath my surface.

“Everything about you is magnetic,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers at the words. “Don’t be afraid to open your eyes and watch your audience enjoy you. Be confident and project. Let go.”

I let go of her shoulder, and move to face her before pressing the repeat button on the machine. As the intro of the song plays, I say, “Do it again, but this time I want you to look at me.”

This time when she opens her mouth to sing, when she begins to tip her head down, I slide my index finger under her chin and angle her head so that she’s forced to peer into my eyes.

Her words are just barely above a whisper, so I slip my hand back on her abdomen and say, “Project–from here. Sing it like you mean it.”

It’s like lightening strikes this beautiful woman in my arms as she sings to me without fear. The words of the song come out effortlessly, and her voice could rival any of the greatest female vocalists of all time.

She’s that damn stunning.

I nod approvingly and smile. “Yes!”

With that little bit of encouragement, she shocks me even more when she pushes herself to hit notes that are above and beyond what she reached the first time.

Only on the last lyric does she close her eyes while she holds the note there until the music stops. She releases a contented sigh as soon as the music ends, and when her beautiful eyes meet mine again, they swirl with emotion.

Completely blown away, I fumble with the words to tell her just how impressed I am. “Iris, that was–”

Without warning, she throws her arms around my neck and crushes her lips against mine. I know kissing her back is wrong, but I’ll be damned if I don’t want her so badly at this point that I can’t stop myself from giving in. I’ve been so good with restraining myself when it comes to Iris, because protecting her from the chaos that I’ll bring her is what’s always been on the forefront of my mind.

Her fingers thrust into my hair, and I reach down and curl my hands around her thighs before hoisting her into the air. Instinctively she wraps her legs around my waist, and I thread one of my hands into her tousled curls while the other is busy cupping that perfect ass of hers.

“I’ve wanted you since you walked into my trailer,” she breathes against my lips.

A thrill shoots through me at her admission of how long she’s wanted me. “You’ve been driving me out of my mind from the moment I first saw you.”

“Then take me.”

Michelle A. Valentine is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Rock the Heart. Wicked White is the first novel in her Wicked White romance series. She attended college as a drafting and design major, but her love of people soon persuaded her to join the nursing field. It wasn’t until after the birth of her son that she began her love affair with romance novels, and she hasn’t looked back since. When she’s not writing, she feeds her music addiction, dabbles in party planning, and expresses herself by working with arts and crafts. She currently lives in Columbus, Ohio, with her husband, son, and two beloved dogs.


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Spotlight & #Giveaway: ★Dogs Of Fire★ by @piper_davenport

If you’re not familiar with this author yet, now’s your chance. Piper Davenport has 3 sexy books in her Dogs of Fire (MC romance) series with the 4th one releasing end of June! Read the sexy excerpts and don’t forget to enter the GIVEAWAY below for a chance to win a SIGNED paperback ARC of Road To Passion, or any (1) ebook from Piper’s backlist (winner’s choice)


Road to Passion 
Author: Piper Davenport
Releasing: June 30, 2015

Logan ‘Mack’ Reed loves women. Really loves women. He’s an equal opportunity player, happy to oblige just about anyone looking for a good time, but when a beautiful red-headed pixie walks into his club, he finds himself unable to think of anyone but her.Darien Aherne and her sister have lost both of their parents, but create a comfortable life for themselves. Darien, however, is sheltered and overly curious, which is a dangerous combination. When Darien breaks away from the protective bubble her sister has created, she finds herself falling for a man who could break her.

When the chance of a lifetime pulls Darien into a provocative world she has no experience in, will she trust Mack enough to tell him all of her secrets?

Will he be able to protect her, even from herself?


Road to Desire (Dogs of Fire MC #1)

Danielle Harris is the daughter of an overprotective police chief and has led a sheltered life. As a kindergarten teacher, she’s as far removed from the world of Harleys and bikers as you could get, but when she’s rescued by the sexy and dangerous Austin Carver, her life is changed forever.

Although Austin ‘Booker’ Carver is enamored by the innocent Dani, he tries to keep the police chief’s daughter at arm’s length. But when a threat is made from an unexpected source, he finds himself falling hard and fast for the only woman who can tame his wild heart.Will Booker be able to find the source of the threat before it’s too late?

Will Dani finally give her heart to a man who’s everything she’s been warned about?

Road to Redemption (Dogs of Fire MC #2)

Alex ‘Hawk’ James has a sordid and violent past, one that, in part, leaves him the single father of a little girl. His only solace is the world he’s made within the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club.

Payton Williams has everything under control. Her neat little world is as she has made it and she’s happy with the life she’s leading. But when a chance encounter with a gorgeous biker upends her tidy plans, she finds herself confronting things she’d been happy to gloss over… until now.

Will Hawk and Payton’s different worlds collide in chaos, or will they come together and heal the wounds of the past?

Will a threat from someone out of Hawk’s past destroy the trust he and Payton are building?


Road to Absolution (Dogs of Fire MC #3)

Carter ‘Ace’ Quinn has spent his life running from the rage caused by a broken heart. After several tours in the Air Force, and continued missions as a para-jumper, he spends his down time within the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club.

Cassidy Dennis is living with a choice she made years ago that lost her the love of her life but gained her something more precious. However, she misses her best friend and longs for the love they’d been building.

When a chance meeting brings the two together, will they put aside their hurts and forgive each other?

Will the jealousies of outsiders force the two apart?

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Spotlight & #Giveaway: ★ Show Me How★ by Anna Brooks

It’s always great when I’m able to spotlight an author that some may not be familiar yet and Anna Brooks had first caught my eye when she released Make Me Forget. She just recently released her second book in the It’s Kind Of Personal series and I’m so excited to be able to have her on the blog today. Read below for an excerpt from Show me How and don’t forget to enter the giveaway for a chance to win an ebook of both Show Me How and Make Me Forget!

Show Me How 
Author: Anna Brooks
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 19, 2015

One choice can ruin everything…

When a stop at a shady motel puts Brandon Parker face to face with his best friend, Mary, for the first time in over a decade, he almost didn’t believe it. He’d never stopped searching for her, but even a career in law enforcement couldn’t help him find a woman who wanted to stay invisible.

When Mary Benson ran away at eighteen, she did it with good reason. A man was in the hospital because of her, and the people she loved were in danger. She had to leave to keep them safe. Mary’s guilt was her consolation. She’d lived with her decisions and accepted the hand dealt to her.

But Brandon was about to shuffle the deck in a way she never expected. One thing was for sure, he thought she’d be happy to see him… and he’d never been more wrong about anything in his life.

“Fuck,” he whispers. Unbuckling his seat belt, he turns to me. “I don’t know what the hell to do here, Mary. I don’t want to scare you away, but I don’t want to let you out of my sight. Part of me wants to lock you in a room and fuck the guilt right out of you. And the other wants to throw you over my knee and punish you for what you put me through. And yet another part wants to pull you over to me right now and watch as you ride me. But I’m afraid if I do any or all of those things, I’ll fuck up any chance I have to keep you.”

His rough words shock me for a second, but then I realize what he’s really saying.

“I’m not leaving.”

I reach up, grab the back of his head, and pull him toward me. His fingers brush a few stray hairs off my face and he leans down to press his lips on my forehead. My eyes close and my hand tightens on his head. Any touch from him makes me crazy; it consumes me. All the years of trying to remember don’t do it justice. Open mouth kisses trail down, and he kisses my bottom lip, then my top, before pulling back and resting his forehead on mine.


One lie can destroy everything…

After enduring years of manipulation and an immeasurable amount of loss, Charlotte Kelly makes one last ditch effort to change her life and try to find happiness again. She knows she’ll see him when she moves back to Wisconsin. She’s planning on it, the connection she still feels to him after all these years is undeniable. But one lie tore them apart years ago, and she’s afraid some mistakes can’t be forgiven.

Travis Parker doesn’t like liars. When he was younger, lies burned him in a bad way. It only took one summer with Charlotte’s innocence to know that she was it for him. When he thought he finally had something to look forward to, one misguided lie shattered everything he believed. Now, Char’s back, but she’s not the same girl he once knew.

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Pre-Order Campaign & Exclusive Q&A with @genashowalter: ★THE HOTTER YOU BURN★

The Hotter You Burn 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 28, 2015

Pre-order The Hotter You Burn by Gena Showalter!

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Gena Showalter is back with a sizzling Original Heartbreakers tale featuring a troubled playboy and the woman he can’t resist… 
Beck Ockley is ruthless in the boardroom…and the bedroom. He’s never been with the same woman twice, and vows he never will. With a past as twisted as his, meaningless sex keeps the demons at bay. His motto: One and done. No harm, no foul. Harlow Glass is the most hated girl in town. The beautiful artist is penniless, jobless and homeless. When she sneaks into Beck’s home—her ancestral estate—for food, she’s shocked by his early return…and her immediate, sizzling and intense attraction to him.

For the first time in Beck’s life, he can’t get a woman out of his mind. All too soon, friendship blooms into obsession and he’ll have to break her heart…or surrender his own.



DGR:  What’s your favorite scene in THE HOTTER YOU BURN?

GS: First, a little background. Change has always been hard for Beck (the hero). And with good reason. As a foster kid, he changed homes/schools/families about every six months. Which makes his he-sluttery seem odd—never going out with the same woman twice. Talk about a nightly change! But because of what he endured as a kid, he’s also learned never to get attached, that the things he loves will be always taken away. Because of all that, emotional things make him tense and when he’s tense he relies on humor and/or seduction. 

But there’s a scene where Beck is basically ripped to shreds on the inside. He’s never wanted a woman more than he wants Harlow—never wanted anything the way he wants her—but the turmoil she brings into his life, the uncertainty of uncharted territory, the desperation of his feelings…for once he can’t make light of what he’s going through. What they are both going through. The scene offers a moment of deeper connection between Beck and Harlow, and it utterly took my breath away.

DGR:  Did you always know Beck and Harlow would be your couple for book 2?

GS: I sure did. He-sluts need love, too. And comeuppance. Yeah, mostly comeuppance.

“I’d like to hire you to paint my portrait.”

Harlow almost bounced out of her seat, but caught herself with a single thought. Cant appear too hasty. “Okay,” she said, playing with the edge of a piece of paper. “If you insist. And if the price is right.” She’d drawn countless images of Beck, but the thought of painting him to scale and seeing him in full color intoxicated her. 

She could play with different shades of gold, brown and bronze, and even a wealth of greens to get the emerald flecks hidden so deeply in his eyes just right.

Maybe Kimberly had nailed it. Maybe Harlow had stared at Beck for reasons that had nothing to do with the job.

“Name a figure.” He slowly, leisurely, walked back to the couch and eased down, the whiskey in hand. “Whatever it is, lollipop, I’ll pay it.”

The new endearment startled her, considering he hadn’t used one these past three weeks. The fact that he’d gone with lollipop, something sweet and edible he’d never called the others…
Im special to him.

Oh, no, no, no. Red alert! Red alert! That was the true danger of him. Somehow, he made everyone feel special.

“That’s a daring thing to say,” she stated quietly.

“But true nonetheless.”

She placed her elbows on the desk and leaned forward. “Very well. The price is…” Inspiration struck, and she smiled evilly. “You can’t have sex for a week.”

His eyes narrowed to tiny slits, but he appeared far from angry. 

“Why do you care about my sex life?”

“I care about you, and I think abstinence will help build character.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “You care? Very well, I accept.” No time to celebrate. “With two caveats,” he added. “The week won’t start until the painting is done.” He smiled now, and it was a wicked one. 

“Also, I want the painting to be a nude.”

Her breath caught in her throat, only to exit on a gust. “I…you…excuse me?”

“A nude. Meaning I won’t be wearing any clothing. If you want to strip down, that’ll be okay too.”

This was punishment for daring to impede his sex life, wasn’t it? 

“I’ve never actually painted or even drawn what you’re suggesting, and I’m not sure I have the skill.” Or if she would survive.

“I have complete faith in your ability. And as an artist, a professional, I’ll expect you to view me strictly through objective eyes. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Of course,” she said. She could absolutely, one hundred percent view him through objective eyes…if he wore a cloak of invisibility. 

But even then it would be iffy. “Why do you want a nude?” she demanded, hoping to shame him into retracting his request.

“Maybe I enjoy the thought of disrobing for you.” His voice had gone low and husky, a caress of unfettered temptation, making her shiver. “Maybe I like the thought of your eyes on my bare skin and your hands forming the shapes of my body.”

She gulped. Having only ever dealt with boys, never with men, she had no idea how to respond to so blatant a statement.

“Or,” he said, his voice returning to its normal fun, flirty tone. “Maybe I’m narcissistic and want to immortalize every inch of myself. How is one to know?”

How indeed. “When would you like to start?”


Im going to hate myself for reminding him of this, but “What about your date? I can’t—won’t—hurt Kimberly.”

“I think we both know she was about to cancel on me. Which makes me wonder what the two of you were discussing.”

Shifting uncomfortably, she said, “I will never betray a confidence.”

“I could change your mind, but I won’t. I admire your mindset.” 

His gaze dropped to the pulse fluttering in her neck. “I’ll arrive at seven, and I’ll bring dinner.”

“Yes. I’d like that.” A lot. And it wasn’t the thought of food that made her heart race, but the thought of having him in her space. 

Alone…naked. Within reach.

She sucked in a breath. Oh…crap. The worst had happened, hadn’t it?

Kimberly had figured it out, but Harlow had done her best to deny it until the truth practically vibrated in her bones. How had she ever fooled herself into thinking she could fall for West…when she’d already fallen for Beck?

“What’s wrong, dove?” he asked gently. He came around the desk and sat at the edge, turning her chair to trap her between his legs. 

“You were twinkles one moment, sullen the next.”

He always read her so well, while she always struggled to make sense of his moods. Life wasn’t fair. “It’s nothing I want to discuss right now,” she said, refusing to lie to him. But she had to talk to someone about this.

Who? She had no confidants, and any secrets she revealed to others could be used as a weapon against her. A game of “humiliate Harlow for sport.”

“What will it take to get you to trust me, hmm?”

Was he serious? “Beck, for the past three weeks you’ve treated me like I’m a carrier of cholera. Why do you want my trust?”

“You’re my friend.”

But I want to be more. “Yes,” she said, and cleared her throat. 

“You’re right. I am.”

“So talk to me like a friend. Share your past with me. Tell me what changed you in high school.”

Her mouth went dry. Always they circled back to this. “Forget I agreed to be your friend. We’re enemies.”

“You’ll tell me what’s easy, but nothing that’s hard.”

“I don’t like to think about what changed me. It hurts.”

“Pain fades. Rip off the bandage and give the wound a chance to heal.”

“No.” If she told him, she’d have to show him. If she showed him, he’d never want her again. And right now he wanted her. He had to. The way he was looking at her…

He leaned down until his nose almost brushed against hers. “One day, Harlow, you’ll open up to me.”

“One day,” she whispered. “Maybe. But probably not.”

He cupped her nape, the heat of him making her gasp. “Definitely. 
And in more ways than one. I’ll make sure of it.”
Gena Showalter is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author whose works have appeared in Cosmopolitan and Seventeen magazines, as well as Entertainment Weekly. Her novel Red Handed has been optioned by Sony Television. Critics have called her books “sizzling page-turners” and “utterly spellbinding stories,” while Showalter herself has been called “a star on the rise.” Her mix of humor, danger and wickedly hot sex provides wildly sensual page-turners sure to enthrall.

Spotlight & #Giveaway: ★Sneak Attack★ by @cariquinn

I don’t know if you all know this, but ever since I first read Shadowboxer last summer, I’ve been practically stalking Cari Quinn for more in this series. Actually, forget practically, it’s a wonder the woman puts up with me with my incessant and rabid need for Giovanni’s book. But when she told me that there’s going to be another book for the couple that made me fall in love with this series, Mia and Tray. I can’t say I was complaining. So I’m so excited to have Cari on the blog today talking all things Sneak Attack, sharing an excerpt AND a great giveaway. Make sure you check it all out below!
Hey y’all! I’m Cari Quinn, and I’m so thrilled to be back on Dirty Girl Romance to talk about SNEAK ATTACK, my next book in the Tapped Out MMA series! And make sure to read on until the end for an awesome contest where YOU get to share which kind of sports hero gets *your* blood pumping!

SNEAK ATTACK is about Tray “Fox” Knox and Mia Anderson, two former underground MMA fighters who fell in love when Mia set her sights on fighting Tray. A bit surprising, right? Some readers wondered how that could be possible, and if Mia truly thought she could kick Tray’s ass. I’m currently reading the autobiography of Ronda Rousey, one heck of an amazing female fighter, and I bet she’d agree that yes, women can take down men. She sure has. 😉

When I wrote SHADOWBOXER, I thought that was the end of Mia and Tray’s story, though of course they’d continue to show up as side characters in the rest of the books in the series. Yeah, well, they didn’t want to go along with my plan. In fact, when I started ripping off the layers involved in the building of a relationship between two scarred people—physically and emotionally—so many secrets started coming out of the woodwork that I couldn’t keep up. And SNEAK ATTACK will definitely change the trajectory of the series.

One thing that hasn’t changed about Tray and Mia? Their explosive chemistry. These two want each other everywhere…and anywhere. 😉

Mia arched against me and sank her teeth into my shoulder. It shouldn’t have made me instantly hard. I shouldn’t have grabbed her long braids in my fists and yanked her head back to claim that wild, hungry mouth with my own. This wasn’t the way. We needed to talk. I needed to shift back from her hips pressing so insistently into mine. But I couldn’t. Couldn’t. I knew what she craved because the same craving streaked through my blood.

Breathing fast, she yanked up her shirt, knowing I’d pull it off. I’d help her as I always did. Together, we were both weak. And when my hands closed over hers and tugged the material higher, then when they greedily slipped lower to caress the flesh I knew as intimately as my own, I expected her to gasp. To beg. Not to twist away and pant as if I’d plunged a knife into her chest.

“What?” I jerked up her shirt again while she fought to pull it down. “Let me see.”

I drew her toward the window and turned her into the shaft of light, swallowing hard at the black tattoo outline covering her ribs. I had a tat in that spot too. Those bastards hurt. Even in the dim light, I could make out the roses and shaded gloves.

Fucking boxing gloves.

Her chin lifted and in her eyes was a demand. Don’t ask. I wouldn’t, but not because she’d silently instructed me not to. That tattoo was why she’d left me hanging for hours? It sure as hell hadn’t been there this morning when I’d had her luscious breasts in my mouth.

The better question was why it was there. The gloves might’ve been a metaphor. God knows she was fighting now. Would always be fighting. Or was she trying to give me a message I refused to hear? Did she want to start fighting again?


She stretched up and locked her hands around my head, hauling my mouth to hers. Cutting off her name, turning it into a groan of pure pleasure as she pressed her breasts against my chest. Having her shirt and bra between us didn’t lessen the sensation. If anything, it amplified the friction of her skin against mine. I bit her lower lip, my annoyance level rising in tandem with the arousal I couldn’t stop. My body was primed to respond to hers.

That didn’t mean I had to like it.

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Book 2 in the NEW ADULT MMA series, TAPPED OUT

She thought she’d fought her final match…but the bout isn’t over yet.

Mia Anderson found more than she ever bargained for when she set up a fight with reigning king of the underground MMA fighters, Tray “Fox” Knox. Five months have passed, and both have walked away from the sport that brought them together. Now they fight for love, not blood. Until a voice from the past comes back to haunt Mia, causing her to struggle with her secrets and her need for Tray.

Tray’s tired of battling to be with a woman who keeps pushing him away. He loves Mia, but maybe he can’t love her through this. Not unless she will let him put his back to hers, all or nothing. He’s ready to slay any demon she has—except the one she refuses to share.

One opponent will walk away the victor. And one will lose…everything.

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Intrigued? I hope so! Both SNEAK ATTACK (out 5.29.15) and ON THE ROPES (out 7.1.15) are up for preorder now for only 2.99 thru release week! And if you’d like to give the series a try for FREE, both SHADOWBOXER and BODY SHOT, a vignette teaser for On The Ropes, are free for a limited time!

Now for the contest.

GiveawayFor a chance to win a $10.00 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card and a signed print copy of SHADOWBOXER, book 1 in the Tapped Out series, plus a custom made book hook for the Tapped Out series plus some fun swag, just answer this question:

Which sports hero is your favorite to read—or watch? And why?

Thanks so much for having me here today and thank YOU for reading! <3

#NewRelease Spotlight & #Giveaway: ★Destroyed★ by @cariquinn & @TarynElliottFic

It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of these authors (read: stalk them incessantly for their new releases). It’s also no secret that I’m an even bigger fan of their Lost in Oblivion series (read: slightly obsessed with). Each book just gets better and better and now it’s finally Simon’s turn! So I am beyond thrilled to be hosting these ladies that are rockstars in their own literary right at DGR today! 

Hi everyone! Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott here, and we’re super excited to hang out with one of our favorite book bloggers EVER, the most awesome Lana at Dirty Girl Romance!

Why do we love her so much? Well, let’s count the ways.
1)    She likes dirty books as much as we do.
2)    She loves dirty men as much or MORE than we do.
3)    She does the most awesome book graphics EVAH!
Oh wait, are we supposed to be talking about our book DESTROYED, book 3 in the Lost in Oblivion rockstar series? *looks around* Oh yeah, I guess so, huh? While DESTROYED is book 3 in the series, it totally stands alone, though we hope you’ll want to go back and read about the other members of the band. But you don’t *have* to in order to enjoy DESTROYED. Or Simon. 😉
Since we’ve already started with a numbered list, let’s just keep that going. shall we? And read on for how you can win a fabulous prize, because life – and dirty books – are better with gifties! 😉
Top Three Reasons You Want to F@ck Simon Kagan from DESTROYED (I know, this title shocked me too, but hey, when the dirty rockstar muse speaks, we listen!)
1) He’s the lead singer of a sexy as hell up-and-coming rock band, Oblivion. And believe me, they do plenty of the coming part. Early and often. They’ve also come a long way from their laundromat-practice-space roots. Now they’re headlining tours. And banging members of the band on catwalks above the club they just played in…which brings me to number two.

2) Simon will do it everywhere and anywhere. Behind the tour bus, on a catwalk, maybe even tease another girl while you’re watching and can’t quite make up your mind to take the leap…into his bed.

3) He won’t stop until you’re satisfied. Yes, he’ll eat at the Y. And the back exit too. No boundaries, right?

Want more proof? Here’s a little taste of Simon and his leading lady getting dirty on stage…before it happens for real.

Margo matched him in all black except for the bright pink that drew the eye to her spectacular breasts. So much her and yet not. A new breed of prim musician just waiting to bust out of her mold.

And because the song seemed to cry out for it, Simon stalked her around the stage. They held eye contact as the song built and his voice got raspier with each chorus. He swayed forward and she arched back until they were one unit in the song.

Like the ebb and flow of thrusting inside of her. They matched up so effortlessly. By the time the song ended, the room was silent and the cord of the mic was wound so tightly around his wrist his blood throbbed with the restriction.

Book 3 in the NEW ADULT rockstar series, LOST IN OBLIVION

Only one woman has ever refused him… and she’s the only one he wants. 

Now that he’s successful beyond his wildest dreams with his band Oblivion, Simon Kagan is happy to enjoy his all-access pass to the groupie train. After getting more fists in the ribs than hugs growing up, he discovers having a warm female in his bed is an easy way to escape the loneliness.
Until Margo.

From the moment the classy, buttoned up violinist entered his sphere, he knew she was different. After one amazing night in the studio, he feels like he’s finally connected with someone on a deeper level—only to have her walk away without a backward glance.
As a member of the Boston Symphony orchestra, Margo Reece’s life revolves around the regimented structure of a second chair violinist. But Simon’s uncanny ability to crawl into a song and create a smoky, sin-filled experience translated into the hottest night of her life. She walked away afterward because that’s what she was supposed to do.
And Margo always does what she’s supposed to.
Until Simon.
When she’s called on again to blend her sound with Oblivion’s, she has to make the decision to play it safe or let her wild side free.
Hot, right? Yeah, we think so. Simon is a whole new breed of delicious for this series, and we hope you check him out while he’s on sale for only $2.99! But now for the contest. 


For a chance to win a $25.00 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card and a signed print copy of ROCKED, book 1 in the Lost in Oblivion series, plus some fun swag, just answer this question:

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Spotlight & Excerpt: ★No Matter What★ by @KA_Merikan

A note from the authors:
We finished The Devil’s Ride with so many new book ideas. Some secondary characters simply have stories that need to be told, and it’s something almost impossible to plan. We knew we wanted to come up with a book about Ghost before we even finished TDR, but the idea for the story only came after we wrote the last few chapters. Ghost does mingle with bikers, he loves bikes, but he’s not a ruthless hardass like the others. He’s a good guy, who wants to do the right thing but keeps getting pulled into morally grey situations, because of his friendships and family connections. Even more so when he gets to fight for his and Luca’s love in No Matter What. Will he be able to stay true to what he believes in among all the mayhem?


 — A gentle heart has no place in an outlaw’s chest —Ghost.

Not a member of the Coffin Nails MC. Not a doctor anymore. Not gay.

Bent, not broken. Will not let go of Ghost. No matter what.Ghost finds out the hard way that people you meet online aren’t always who they seem to be. When he met ‘Zara’ five years ago, they became inseparable. She’s been with him through the rough and the smooth. He’s been there for her when her abusive boyfriend had her in tears.She is The One, and despite all his friends considering him crazy, Ghost is about to propose.

But ‘Zara’ turns out to be Luca, and Luca is most definitely a guy. Yet Luca is the same person with big dark eyes, so desperate to be saved that Ghost can’t help but fall head first.

Luca’s so-called boyfriend is not just abusive. He is a Sicilian drug lord, a man dangerous and ruthless. If Ghost is to ever save the person who wreaked havoc on his heart, he has to make a deal with the Coffin Nails MC. But being a member is a destiny he’s always tried to avoid. And when a life of violence becomes too much to bear, he might be the one needing Luca to catch him when he falls.


Themes: Outlaw motorcycle club, criminal activity, hurt/comfort, abuse, catfishing, independence, sexual orientation issues, mafia, PTSD

Genre: M/M erotic romance, suspense, drama

Length: ~100,000 words standalone novel

WARNING: Adult content. Explicit gay sex, strong language, violence, potentially triggering sexual abuse scenes. Reader discretion advised.

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A photo came through. It was a red square plate of some vegetable rolls with a brown sauce. Ghost raised his head to have an even better look around. He frowned at the plate in front of the guy, and had a discreet look at him. He was close enough to see it was a very similar dish, but that could be a coinciden― Ghost’s heart stopped beating completely when an onyx bracelet slid lower down the guy’s forearm.
And then it hit him that the guy actually had a similar coloring to Zara in the picture: dark olive skin, wavy black hair that reached past his shoulders, and dark eyes. Only other than that, he was nothing like Zara. No softness in him, just firm jawlines and broad shoulders hidden in a coffee-colored shirt with rolled-up sleeves. As striking as he was, he was most definitely not the girl from the picture.
Ghost got up even though his legs were like made out of Jell-O. Five years. Five fucking years. This meant he’d had webcam sex with a guy. Many times. He couldn’t breathe, the ring in his pocket somehow burning like acid. How could he have been so stupid? He made his way toward the table as if it were a lucid dream. A nightmare he was about to wake up from.
With the young guy busy with his cell phone, one of the middle-aged businessmen noticed Ghost first. He straightened up and narrowed his eyes, tapping the chopsticks against his plate.
“Can we help you?” he asked in a heavily accented voice.
‘Zara’, or whatever his name was, raised his eyes, and the small smile he was sporting fell from his lips like slush on a sunny day. God, he was even prettier up close, with thick eyebrows and a straight, shapely nose. His mouth dropped open, but he made no sound as he stared at Ghost, wide-eyed.
Ghost ignored the older man, and looked straight into the eyes of someone whom he knew so well, yet didn’t know at all. “How could you do this to me?” was all he managed to choke out.

About the Author

K. A. Merikan is the pen name for Kat and Agnes Merikan, a team of writers, who are mistaken for sisters with surprising regularity. Kat’s the mean sergeant and survival specialist of the duo, never hesitating to kick Agnes’s ass when she’s slacking off. Her memory works like an easy-access catalogue, which allows her to keep up with both book details and social media. Also works as the emergency GPS. Agnes is the Merikan nitpicker, usually found busy with formatting and research. Her attention tends to be scattered, and despite pushing thirty, she needs to apply makeup to buy alcohol. Self-proclaimed queen of the roads.

They love the weird and wonderful, stepping out of the box, and bending stereotypes both in life and books. When you pick up a Merikan book, there’s one thing you can be sure of – it will be full of surprises.


Spotlight, Exclusive Excerpt & #Giveaway: ★Kane’s Hell★ by @ElizabethFinn77

Confession time: I’m an angst whore. A total and complete angst whore and I make no apologies for it. So it should come as no surprise that I’m a huge Elizabeth Finn fan. If you’ve read her books, you know exactly what I’m talking about. And if you haven’t and you like your heroes to be alpha assholes, your heroines with an understated sort of strength, and enough angst to wallop you over the head and keep you glued to the pages from start to finish? Well, allow me to introduce you to your new favorite author.

Kane’s Hell is Elizabeth’s upcoming release (scheduled for May 1, 2015) and is a standalone. I’m so excited to be able to spotlight this incredible book today AND offer you all an exclusive teaser! Read to the end of the post to enter the GIVEAWAY for your chance to win an ebook of Kane’s Hell.

About The Book

Kane and Helene were the best of friends until a nightmare devastated them… Hopes were destroyed, dreams shattered, a budding teenage love torn to pieces. Eleven years later their lives are nothing like they once were. Time has changed them … and not for the better.Helene is smart, driven, and accomplished—her education and achievements a smoke screen hiding the frigid and fragile child wounded long ago.Kane is equally obsessed with his coping mechanisms—fighting … drinking … screwing … compulsively destroying himself one vice at a time.

When their paths collide again, their past becomes an obstacle no coping mechanism in the world can protect them from. But confronting the past so they can heal in the present is no easy task. Can Kane reach Helene and recapture what used to burn so warmly between them, or will his own self destructive demons pull her into his hell?

A woman determined to look forward. A man always looking back. A love desperate to be restored.
“You’re the brightest, warmest star in my universe. You’ll never be less than everything to me.”

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“Do you want to have sex with me?” I asked. It was a loaded question, and given the nervous look on his face, he knew that. If he said he didn’t, he ran the risk of hurting my feelings. If he said he did, he ran the risk of objectifying me as nothing more than a piece of ass—much like the many pieces that had come before me.

He pulled his lower lip into his mouth, and I watched him. When he nodded it was tight, and he was staring at my chin instead of my eyes.

I nodded. “I see,” I said as I looked around for a way to end this and make my escape.

“No you don’t,” he said. “You’re… You’re—”

“Let me guess. Special,” I said with a cruel sarcasm I just couldn’t help.

“Fuck yes you are,” he spat back at me, his face pinched in anger. “Listen,” he continued as he shook his head. “I didn’t ask for a truce so I could fuck you. You asked the question. I answered it honestly. I’m just…” He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “…attracted to you. I always have been. It doesn’t mean I expect you to have sex with me. But don’t ask me a question unless you want the honest answer, because you’re going to get the truth, however ugly it is, upsetting it is, or shocking it is.”

I stared at his chest, but he lifted my chin again.

“Please look at me.” His fingers squeezed gently against my skin. “I know this has been hard on you. The past few weeks, you’ve been forced to deal with the mess I’ve made of myself. You saw my ugly, and I was defensive, because you’re life looks beautiful to me. And it made me feel pathetic.”

“My life doesn’t feel beautiful,” I said quietly.

He nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. But please take that step over the line. I need you too.”

I nodded, and he sighed as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his body. I slid my right hand up under his T-shirt, knowing exactly where I’d find the scar, and I covered it with my palm. His muscles tensed under my touch, but then he relaxed into it, and he inhaled deeply against my hair.

We stood there for too long, and I listened to his heart beat, and I soaked in the warmth of him. This felt good again, being close to him. I needed it to stay that way.

When he walked toward the kitchen, I followed. There was a large garbage can in the center of the kitchen floor. It was the same one that had been in the middle of the living room floor a few weeks prior, but instead of being filled with just wood scraps and pieces of drywall, it was now littered with broken liquor bottles, and it reeked of alcohol.

I stared into the garbage can as Kane pulled a carton of whipped cream out of the fridge and started eating it with a spoon.

“You could have emptied the bottles first you know, rather than smashing them full in the garbage can.” I smirked.

He smiled. “I know,” he said around the spoon in his mouth. “But they always smash them full in the movies. Sometimes in the sink, which… Why? Right?” he asked jokingly.

He scooped up another spoonful of whipped cream, and he handed it to me. I stared at it for a moment, but I took the spoon, popping it into my mouth.

“Who the hell wants to pick glass out of a sink?” he continued. “This is my ode to Hollywood cinematic ridiculousness. I suppose it’s visually powerful though.”

I chuckled quietly, pulling the spoon out of my mouth. “Are you an alcoholic?” I asked him bluntly.

“No.” His answer was simple and came without pause. “No. I do, however, tend to deflect pain by masking it with other things. I just decided I don’t want a bottle of the-easy-way-out sitting nearby when things get messed up in my head again.”

I nodded. He yawned, and the sight of his yawn made me yawn too.

“I should get going,” I said.

“You don’t have to.”

I smiled. “I have an early call with my dissertation director tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll wake you up early.” He bit his lower lip as he waited for me to say something.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t sure what he was even asking. But as I stood there trying to figure it out, he yawned again and took my hand, pulling me toward the hallway. I followed him, my nerves prickling with something that fell between excitement and absolute terror.

He stripped out of his T-shirt when he walked into the same bedroom he’d always had, and I looked around. It wasn’t a mess, it was just a sad, old rundown room. I reached out to a broken knob on the dresser that I remembered, even now, from childhood. He stepped behind me, pushing his hands up under the back of my T-shirt. He undid my bra, and then he helped me pull the straps down from under the short sleeves of my shirt.

When his hands reached around and fumbled with the waist of my pants, I held my breath. He pushed them down to pool at the ground, leaving my underwear in place, and then I felt him undoing his own pants as he kept his body close to mine. His breath touched the back of my ear, and he leaned down kissing the top of my shoulder.

He took my hand, leading me to the side of the bed, and I crawled in as he followed me. The mattress sat on the floor, and there was nothing plush about it. But the sheets, blanket and quilt smelled clean like his skin.

The bedside lamp was on behind him, and as I rolled toward him, he watched me. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t frowning. He just watched me, pulling me up close to him, his legs intertwined with mine. He brushed the hair off my forehead, and he trailed his finger down along my jaw.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he said quietly. “Nothing has made sense in my life without you.” His thumb stroked over my chin.

“I missed you too.”

He studied me for a while, not closing his eyes, not saying a word, and it was odd and comfortable at the same time. It gave me a chance to study him too, and I did. He was aging well, and he still looked young and handsome—even if he carried a heavy past.

I reached for his chin, stroking the whiskers.

“What are you thinking?” I asked him.

He looked at my mouth. “That I’ve never kissed you. And that I want to. Very much.”

I bit my lower lip, and he smiled. When I leaned to his mouth, his eyes opened wider for a moment, but then they fluttered. After that, I was too close to see or care what his eyes were doing. I was also entirely too stunned by my own actions to think straight.

My lips met his, and I could feel his whiskers tickling my chin. He moaned this deep low sound from the pit of his chest, and I could feel the vibration of it. He sucked on my lower lip, tugging it gently and then releasing it so he could capture my top one between his. His hand met my cheek, his fingers curling behind my jawline and pulling my mouth harder to his, and the kisses came fast then—one after another.

My top leg was between his thighs, and the smacking sound of our lips left warmth in my groin as I rocked against his thigh.

“Oh, fuck,” he murmured between kisses. “You’re torture. Do you know that?” But he never stopped kissing.

He finally groaned through gritted teeth, forcing his kisses to move off my mouth to my cheek and then down the side of my throat to the crook of my neck that met my shoulder. He stopped kissing, breathing heavily against my skin. I could feel the hardness and the size of his erection against my top thigh that was sandwiched between his legs.

“There is nothing frigid going on between your legs right now, Hell. The heat coming off your pussy is intense,” he said with his lips to my skin.

Yes it was. I sighed as my hips stopped trying to screw his leg like a dog in heat. What the hell was going on inside me right now?

“Go to sleep, baby,” he whispered even as he still breathed heavily. “I don’t think either one of us are ready for this yet.”

I pulled back, trying to figure out if I was offended or not.

He smiled instantly. “Tell that analytical brain of yours to shut up. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

“How did you mean it?” I asked.

He yawned again, but his expression became intense and focused. “This is a complicated thing for us.” He glanced over my shoulder for a moment, but then he looked back at me. “I always kind of assumed it would be me,” he said simply. “Your first. And in some twisted way … I’m still glad I was.” The side of his lip pulled up, but it fell just as quickly.

I understood what he was saying, and I nodded.

“But God it was supposed to be so fucking different,” he said almost angrily, and he shook his head. He finally smiled again. “Go to sleep.” He leaned forward, kissing me in the middle of the forehead. He reached back and turned the lamp off, and I closed my eyes.

* * * *

I woke up when his arms tightened around me, and he hummed warmly against the back of my ear. “Do you want coffee?” he asked quietly, his voice hoarse with sleep.

I sat up, looking over Kane’s shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. It was six-thirty. “I better not,” I said as I stretched.

His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, and his palm ran over my skin, gently rubbing as it traveled up to the middle of my back. I sighed as I stretched my neck.

“When Dr. Briggs says she’s calling first thing in the morning, she means first thing in the morning. The woman once called me at seven-fifteen to review my grades. Talk about a rude awakening.” I chuckled as his hand continued to move and graze across my back. I glanced over my shoulder at him. I studied his face, and my cheeks flushed as goosebumps popped over my entire body. His eyebrows shot up as he felt it under his palm.

“What on earth are you thinking about?” he asked with a sly smile.

I didn’t say anything for a moment. “What would it be like if we decided to have a sexual relationship?”

His hand moved some more. “Emotionally or physically?”

My cheeks flushed again. “Physically.”

“I suppose…” he spoke slowly. “My mouth would likely be where my hand is right now. And if you wanted to ride my fucking thigh like you did last night, you wouldn’t feel the need to stop until you’d come all over my leg.” He sat up, still running his hand over my back. He rested his chin on my shoulder and I turned to face forward. “And I guess that kiss would have turned into full on fucking.”

The flush turned into warmth that radiated out through my limbs and then pulled back into my core to settle in my groin. “Emotionally?”

He kissed my shoulder again. “That’s more difficult,” he said.

I turned to look at him. His face was close to mine.

“In what way?” I asked.

He inhaled deeply. “It’s easy to make the physical things happen the way you want them to.”

“Sex, fighting, alcohol,” I said.

He nodded. “Good insight. Yeah. Those things have a very tangible feel to them. There’s a cause and effect. If you do this, you get that. It’s simple. It’s uncomplicated.”

“You’re saying the emotional side of all this is more complicated?”

“Do you see it any other way?” he asked.

I turned my body toward him then, and his hand slipped from underneath my shirt. “No, I don’t,” I said as I shook my head. My eyes drifted away as I contemplated that.

“Hey.” He pulled my face to look at him. When he opened his mouth to speak, he quickly closed it and sighed. But then he opened it again. “Complicated is okay.”

His eyes shifted down to my mouth. He looked vulnerable as though he were afraid of what I was thinking. Odd thing was I felt the same of him. He finally looked back at my eyes.

“If you want to know what it looks like… it’s open, it’s honest, we talk, we listen, we spend time together. The thing is, I told you I want to be close to you. That’s an emotional thing for us whether there’s sex involved or not.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

He reached for my mouth, cupping my chin and running his thumb over my lower lip. “Don’t kiss me again…” he said quietly.

I gasped, and my eyes dropped to his chest.

“…unless that’s the direction we’re going.”

My pulse spiked, and I had to force myself to make eye contact. I was holding my breath when I did.

“Because I liked it too much. I need to know you’re not going to take that away from me if it happens again.”

My breath left me in a rush, but I nodded. He smiled gently, even seductively, but it was reassuring nonetheless.

I glanced at the clock again. “I really have to go. I’m sorry.”

He stood and pulled me up to my feet, and then he snatched my jeans from the floor. Once I’d put them on quickly, he stuffed my bra into the pocket, smirking down at me. He walked me to the door, and I ran out to my car as he watched from the porch.


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Spotlight & Guest Post: ★The Australian★ by @LesleyYoungBks

The Australian (Crime Royalty Romance #2)
Author: Lesley Young
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 25, 2015
● Fall in love with an unforgettable female heroine!
● Lose yourself in multiple plot twists!
● Take a trip down under for only $2.99!

Charlie Sykes takes everything and everyone at face value, and believes life would be a lot easier if everyone else did, too. Jace Knight, international Aussie hotelier and purported playboy, has never met anyone like the absurdly literal and obliviously beautiful American who applies to his personal assistant position. The trouble is, how do you seduce a woman whose definition of flirting comes straight out of the Merriam-Webster Dictionary? That, and he’s not the only one after Charlie.

Seems Mr. Knight may not be a reformed criminal after all. Charlie soon finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of dangerous international espionage that takes her from the hip streets of Sydney to the majestic Great Barrier Reef and the wild, desolate outback.

A terrible trap’s being laid, but how will Charlie protect herself and prevent a devastating betrayal when she can’t even sort out what her heart’s telling her?

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3 Things an Authentic
Dirty Girl Heroine Must Have
By The Australian author
(and romantic suspense obsessed reader) Lesley Young
Thanks so much for featuring me on your fantastic blog! I am a
big fan, and thought it would be fun to weigh in with the expectations I have
for realistic dirty girl heroines. In other words . . . turning ereader on . .
. .please let this heroine be real enough to take me on an amazing
rock-my-world vicarious journey.
Heroine must have a strong
sense of self
In order for me to get sucked into a character’s
heart-racing, sexy interludes, she must be self-possessed, self-aware and
generally heartfelt. Now, that doesn’t mean she has to be confident, or sexual
experienced or even a genuinely a good person. But she has to have opinions,
desires and be real enough that the sexual encounter she’s experiences has true
meaning.I guess the hottest dirty girl scenes, for me, have to have significant
meaning for the character’s journey.
Heroine must be torn.
Have you ever experienced absolutely script-worthy sexual encounters, in you
know, real life? And if you did, with say a hot Aussie like a Hemsworth (just a
suggestion), would it be that exciting? Okay, probably any kind of sex with a
Hemsworth would be sexy…I digress. My point is that the best sex scenes, for
me, aren’t a simple sharing and exploration of perfect love where each
character says and does just the right thing in the right moment. No way. I
much prefer sex scenes to be a “sensual conversation” full of rocky emotional
torment. The heroine wants the hero, or vice versa, but there are hang ups,
sacrifices, compromises at stake every time they fall into each other. The
bonus here is the sexual encounters are typically much more spontaneous.
Heroine must be empowered.
Confession: I do like the occasional tryst that involves the hero manipulating
the heroine’s sense of choice (but only when she doesn’t know better and is
totally into him). But generally the most successful dirty girls are those who
know what they want and take it. They may not take it in just the right way at
just the right moment, but they’re willing to take risks in the bedroom to
learn more about themselves and also maybe but not necessarily, to connect
deeper with the hero. If I feel for the second that the author has objectified
the woman needlessly, I’m out.
I hope I stayed true to these aspects with Charlie Sykes, the
quirky heroine in my novel The Australian,
and Fleur Smither, the funny heroine in The
. Both are available in my stand-alone Crime Royalty Romance
series (crime is light, suspense is not!). About the Author

Lesley Young is a genre-defying author of unforgettable heroines who experience thrilling life- and love-altering journeys. Her debut novel was Sky’s End; her most recent stand-alone series, Crime Royalty Romance, includes The Frenchman and The Australian. She loves to hear from readers. Follow her at, @LesleyYoungBks and

Author Interview & #Giveaway with @authorkatyevans

Manwhore (Manwhore #1)
Genre: Erotic, Contemporary Romance
Author: Katy Evans
Release Date: March 24, 2015

Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played?

This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention.

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in.

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the story that will change my career.

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one discovering him…or if he’s uncovering me.

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin?

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DGR: Hi Katy! Thanks so much for stopping by DGR today. I’m so excited to have you here!

Katy: Hey back! I’m so excited to be here, thanks for having me over. 🙂

DGR: Can we start out with a quick introduction for any readers out there that haven’t heard of you yet (though I’m not so sure those exist LOL)

Katy: Absolutely! I’m Katy Evans, author of the Real series and the upcoming Manwhore series. My debut, Real, came out in 2013 and from then on, I’ve been thrilled to be sharing my characters and stories with readers. I’m especially excited about sharing with them the very first book in my Manwhore series, MANWHORE, out March 24. 🙂

DGR: Let’s talk about Manwhore. If readers haven’t seen this, here’s what you said about your idea behind the book:

Dear Readers,

I am super excited to be introducing you to my new series today. A series that has taken me on such an exciting journey, I’m so very glad it’s only the beginning!
It was on a trip to Chicago that I first met my hero. He was on a social media page that made the news, and the sight of him startled me. There he was. This ostentatious young billionaire, dark-haired, bare-chested and beautiful, surrounded by half-naked groupies, with more than a million online followers. By the time I returned home a week later, I was still haunted by the look in his eyes. He was a mystery that I simply had to unravel, and when he started appearing in my dreams, I set out to do just that.
His name is Malcolm Saint. As I sat down to get to know this “manwhore,” I fell so hard and so irrevocably in love with him. And, now, I hope you will too. This is the first book in the Manwhore series and I hope you’re ready to catch fire!
Anything else you can tell us about this inspiration?
Katy: Oh, sigh. I don’t even know how to explain it. It was a book that captivated me from the start, the setting, the characters, the story, THE INCREDIBLE CONNECTION BETWEEN MALCOLM AND RACHEL. It all started with an idea, a spark, and a curiosity and a real live player, and it all suddenly exploded for me. I can’t wait for readers to read!

DGR: Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint. Now there’s a mouthful for you (pun intended). Can you describe Malcolm for us in 5 words or less?Katy: Intense. Unstoppable. Mysterious. Electric. Momentum.

DGR: Can you describe the heroine, Rachel, in 5 words or less?

Katy: Responsible. Hard-working. Human. Modern. Normal.

DGR: What was your favorite part about writing this book?

Katy: Definitely Malcolm and Rachel, although the story itself, the setting, and the secondary characters were so extraordinary to me as well!
DGR: Now without giving away any spoilers, what was one of your favorite scenes from Manwhore?

Katy: I love every scene in this book, truly. I never got bored, never wanted to stop writing. My favorite scenes always have Malcolm and Rachel in common. One of them is a very forbidden club scene where Rachel manages to get invited to. And there is Malcolm Saint, with his friends, partying, and making her world spin a little faster.
DGR: If you had to describe the book to us in a twitter size type sum-up, what would you say?

Katy: One young journalist puts her heart and body in danger when the exposé she’s writing leads her into the arms of a notorious womanizer…
DGR: Manwhore marks book 1 in this series, with the continuation of Rachel and Saint’s story in book 2. Will their story also be finished in book 2 or do you plan for it to be longer?
Katy: I’m still finishing book 2 so I don’t know what to expect…yet. But I can’t wait to see where they lead me and I’m super eager to share them with you again!

DGR: I have to say that you definitely have my curiosity peaked with several secondary characters like Gina and Wynn, and Malcolm’s friends Callan and Tahoe. Any chance you plan on writing a story for either one of them?Katy: I’d love to. I love all the secondary characters in MANWHORE. Usually I always focus on whoever’s story I’m writing, but the moment I finish, it happens that their friends start to talk to me – and loudly – telling me their stories. I wonder who it’ll be next, but I deeply suspect it will be Tahoe. 🙂

DGR: Any little teasers or excerpts you can entice us with? Pretty please?

Katy: I’m attaching a teaser pic that I absolutely love and hope you like. 🙂 And…I hope that once I finish writing MANWHORE +1 I can share some teasers from it as well!

DGR: Anything else you’d like to leave the readers with?

Katy: My complete and honest gratitude for their support and encouragement throughout the years. Every message, review, tweet, recommendation, email, every moment they spend with one of my characters, it means the world to me. Thank you readers, for reading and for all the support you’ve given my people and me since I published Real in 2013. Love you all! And thank you so much for having me!! :d

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