Inspire to Read: #cblspromos I have a triplet today! From Sweet to Sizzling. That is a 3 Book Barrage.

Francesca of Lost Nation

by Lucinda Sue Crosby

Historical Romantic Suspense

Categories: Action/Adventure

Publisher: LuckyCinda

Heat Level: Sweet

Word Count: 244 pages

Available at:

Amazon: / B&N:

Blurb:

Winner of Four Literary Prizes / Author selected as one of “50 Authors You Should be Reading” by The Authors Show online media outlet.

“Funny at times and filled with little pearls of everyday wisdom, this book is as much a romantic thriller as it is a perfect little capsule of a time gone by. It is a book about love of all kinds - between grandmother and child, between child and dog, between man and woman.”

Romantic Adventure Book suitable for all ages!

This book is about an unconventional 59-year old woman, Francesca, and her resourceful 10-year old granddaughter, Sarah, who share the adventures of a lifetime over the summer of 1947 in Lost Nation, Iowa. Together, they enchant barnstorming pilots, wow Clinton County Fair attendees, conquer the skies, confront an escaped arsonist, discover how Lost Nation got its intriguing name, and eventually demonstrate to one another the greatest truth about love.

Anyone who loves their grandmother will enjoy reading this Romance Fiction about family, friendship and strong women.

First three chapters available: http://stories.luckycinda.com/

Reviews:

“Lucinda Sue Crosby is the most talented writer I have ever worked with. Her words touch the heart and allow the reader a glimpse into her soul. You'll find yourself enticingly drawn into her novel experiencing a rare intimacy with the characters as well as feeling a connection to the author.”--Gary Mule Deer, comedian, entertainer, musician

“Throughout one's lifetime, it is such a rare thing to meet someone who is truly unique and brilliant. When you do, you know your life has been touched by greatness. I am so grateful to have met such a person, named Cinda the Songwriter, over a decade ago. I have had the honor and privilege of vocally interpreting her beautifully crafted stories. Do yourself a huge favor and take a moment to explore her heart and life experiences while basking in the warmth and glow of her handy work.”--Renee Martin, Christian recording artist

“I loved the book.”--Garry Marshall, Hollywood Icon, film director, author

My 5 Star Review can be read HERE

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About the Author:

Lucinda Sue Crosby is Kindle Bestseller and 2011 Winner by TheAuthorShow of “50 Authors You Should

be Reading.” In addition, Crosby is a Nashville songwriter, commissioned poet, award-winning journalist and prize-winning author. Her novel, Francesca of Lost Nation, has been on the Kindle International Bestsellers list in Romance categories and has won four literary prizes.

Connect with Lucinda Sue Crosby:

Email: ferless74@yahoo.com

Website: http://www.luckycinda.com

Don't Ask, Don't Tell

by Melissa Kendall

Gay (M/M) Contemporary Erotic Romance

Category: Military

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 10,147

Buy Links

Amazon: / Evernight Publishing:

Blurb

Sergeant Jason Holt and his boyfriend Sergeant Patrick Wentworth have been in a secret relationship for almost ten years. When the daily paper brings news of the repeal of the military’s ‘Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell’ policy, they think their prayers have finally been answered. Yet things aren’t always as easy as they seem, with not everybody at work supportive of their lifestyle and even their parents skeptical. Will they finally be able to be out and proud?

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

Excerpt (Adult)

My mind filled with images of when Patrick came into my life.

We met our first day at the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York. I was a Texan boy following in the footsteps of a long line of military men, Patrick a local New Yorker escaping a troubled life. Drawn to each other right away, it didn’t take long for us to become the best of friends. Only after we graduated from West Point did we both recognize our feelings were more than platonic.

Together, we shipped out to the 504^th BFSB at Fort Hood. We bunked together for the first year, and everything was great, until one night about three months after we arrived, things changed.

I jumped in the shower while Patrick went to get takeout for dinner. When I finished getting clean, I headed out of the bathroom to get dressed. Not expecting anybody to be about but me, I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist. A gasp and the thud of paper bags meeting the floor made me realize my roommate had returned.

I looked up, not expecting to see the expression of pure lust on Patrick’s face. I went from flaccid to erect in all of a second, my body’s reaction unmistakable. In two large strides, Patrick closed the gap between us, his lips colliding with mine in a passion-filled kiss. When my brain caught up with my body, I threw my arms around him, pulling him against me in a tight embrace, all the while our lips and tongues danced.

Years of pent up sexual tension seemed to explode from both of us. Our hands caressed everywhere, unable to get enough.

Feeling fabric under my fingertips instead of skin I pulled away from the kiss and set about trying to get him naked as fast as possible. I unbuckled his belt, and then unbuttoned his fly. As I pulled his jeans open, my heart skipped a beat as his dick sprang out at me. I cocked my eyebrow at him, questioning his choice of commando. He just shrugged. Since he’d given me such easy access, I wasted no time taking full advantage. I pulled his pants down until they were around his ankles, placing my mouth around the head of his cock before he even got a chance to step out of them.

“Holy fuck!” Patrick moaned. “Jesus, Jason ... so ... fucking ... good.” He placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my movements.

I’d been on the receiving end of having my dick sucked many a time, but never given it. On my knees in front of him, I appreciated the comforting weight of his guidance. Unable to fit more than half his length in my mouth, I wrapped my hand around the base and moved it up and down in time with my mouth. The cacophony of grunts and groans coming from Patrick made my dick ache. I wrapped my spare hand around my own cock and moved it in time with my ministrations on his erection.

I glanced up and noticed him staring at me, lust written all over his face, and I almost came on the spot. I’d always hoped someone would look at me in such a lascivious manner, and for at least a year, I’d been hoping it would be Patrick. However, to see the expression on his face directed at me made my heart beat a million miles an hour. I moaned around his cock, knowing it always got me close to coming. All of a sudden, his cum shot down the back of my throat as he let out a feral sounding growl. The combination of hearing him come and knowing I brought him that pleasure sent me over the edge, my release spilling all over my hand and the floor.

Collapsing in a spent heap on the floor, we remained there for quite a while, the reality of what we’d done sinking in.

The military did not accept gays. I’d known when I enrolled at West Point, the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy meant I’d have to hide a side of myself. Raised in an army family, I understood I could never fully be myself by joining. I’d thought I could do it, no problem. Meeting Patrick, I realized hiding my sexual orientation wasn’t going to be as easy as I’d thought.

Once we both got our breath back, we crawled into Patrick’s bed and curled up together, dinner lying forgotten on the floor. We had many firsts that night. For the most part, however, we talked about what happened and what we wanted to happen.

It shocked both of us to find out we’d been harboring feelings for one another for at least a year. We’d also each chosen careers in the military even though we were both well aware we were gay.

Patrick’s hand waving in front of my face brought me out of my memories.

“Where did you go, babe?”

“Sorry, darlin’, I was just remembering the first time I gave you a blow job.”

A smile reappeared on his face. “Mmmm, I remember that well.”

“Me too. How about a do-over?” I asked with a cheeky grin.

“Sounds like a plan.”

About the Author

Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.

She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.

She writes a little bit of everything but contemporary erotic romance is her favourite genre. Check out the links below for details on her other works.

Connect with Melissa Kendall

Website: http://www.melissakendall.net

Blog: http://mkendallauthor.blogspot.com.au

Twitter: @mkendallauthor

Velocity (Buckin' Bull Riders #4)

by Cassandra Carr

Contemporary Western Erotic Romance

Publisher: Ellora's Cave

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 48,000

Buy Links

ARe: / Elloras Cave

Blurb

Paolo D’Allesandro has been living in his older brother Marco’s shadow. But he’s getting older now and realizing he and Marco don’t want the same things. He’s not sure what his next step is, but knows he needs to quit riding to figure it out.

Savannah Harrington is a grad student working on a thesis about adrenaline junkies, and she’s joined the bull riders’ tour to study the men and their motivation to willingly take part in a dangerous sport. She meets Paolo and both feel an instant connection. She can’t stay away from the sexy Italian and his mind-numbing skills in the bedroom, but knows the relationship can’t last.

Both wish their circumstances were different, but Paolo doesn’t think he has anything to offer Savannah, and Savannah doesn’t want to pressure Paolo into another life decision that will make someone else happy, but not fulfill him. As her time to go back to school draws closer, they need to figure out how to get their highest score yet—in the game of love.

Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.

About the Author

Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning erotic romance writer with Ellora's Cave, Siren Publishing, Sybarite Seductions, Decadent Publishing, and Loose Id. She lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra is the co-founder of two successful group blogs, Romancing the Jock and Dirty Birdies, and participates in several others as a contributor. Recently she was re-elected president of Western New York Romance Writers.

Connect with Cassandra Carr:

Website: http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr

Excerpt

Tearing her mouth from his, she said, “Take me inside.”

“Are you sure?”

Climbing off him, she held out her hand, as much to feel him as to keep herself steady. “I know you need to meet Marco, but I want to do this. At least a little bit. Maybe not, you know, all the way.”

He rubbed his hands down his thighs, and then nodded. “I want that too. I will text Marco and be in soon.”

She stopped halfway to the door. “You’re not going to tell him why you’re delayed, are you?”

“I do not kiss and tell, cara.”

“Okay.” Savannah gave him what she hoped was a sultry smile. “Don’t be long.”

He wasn’t. Within moments he was following her inside. Not that she had a ton of experience, but she never knew how to lie on a bed waiting for someone and still look sexy. She settled for lying on her side with her head propped up on her hand. Apparently he appreciated the view, because he growled and slid sinuously on top, rolling her onto her back before kissing her again.

Savannah’s nails scratched down his back as he settled between her thighs, pushing his erection against her rapidly heating pussy. His hand slipped underneath her light cotton t-shirt and stroked her over her bra. Her breasts swelled in anticipation and she arched into him, hardly able to believe she needed this man so much. She didn’t even know him. Instinct told her if she knew him intimately her need would ratchet up even more.

Leaning up, Paolo stripped off his t-shirt, revealing a torso without an ounce of fat and one of her favorite parts of any man—the treasure trail. She licked her lips and heard Paolo’s breath catch. Man, his jeans looked awfully tight.