Promo Monday with Donna Gallagher and Pippa's Fantasy

Sydney-born Donna Gallagher decided at an early age that life needed be tackled head on. 
Leaving home at 15 she supported herself through her teen years.  In her twenties she married a professional sportsman, her love of sport -- especially rugby league -- probably overriding her good sense.

The seven-year marriage was an adventure. There were the emotional ups and downs of having a husband with a public profile in a sometimes glamorous but always high-pressure field. There were always interesting characters to meet and observe and even the opportunity to live for a time in the UK. Eventually Donna returned home a single woman, but she never lost her passion for watching sport, as well as the people in and around it.

Now happily re-married and with three sons Donna loves coffee mornings with her female friends, sorting through problems from the personal to the international. But she's on even footing with the keenest man when it comes to watching and talking rugby league.

Donna considers herself something of a black sheep in a family of high achievers. Her brother has a doctorate in mathematics and her sister is a well-known sports journalist.

An avid reader, especially of romance, Donna finally found she couldn't stop the characters residing in her imagination from spilling onto paper. Naturally rugby league is the backdrop to her League of Love Series, published through UK publisher Total-E-Bound, spicy tales of hunky heroes and spunky heroines overcoming adversity to eventually find true love.

Book four in the League of Love series

What’s a girl to do when her fantasy is within reach? Grab it with both hands, of course— then try to live with the consequences.

He was her childhood crush, her fantasy man. Pippa spent her teenage years surrounded by players from the Sydney Jets rugby league team, the fit and muscular bodies that made up the team her father used to coach an ever-present part of her formative years. But he is the only one of that group of high-profile men who has ever caught her interest. From the moment Pippa first set eyes on the handsome future star, he owned her heart. Mitchell ‘the Rookie’ Harris sauntered into her life and nothing has been the same since.

The problem for Pippa becomes twofold when she meets Rook again after years apart. Now there is the moral dilemma that, as she is signing on as physiotherapist for the Jets team in a few days, she is fully aware of the ‘no fraternisation’ rule. But then there’s the reality that her heartthrob of so many years and dreams has no clue who she is, doesn’t recognise her as the young girl whose heart he crushed years before when he refused her naïve advances. He wants her, and this could be her only chance to finally get Rook out of her system once and for all.

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It wasn’t long before Pippa didn’t have time for nerves, as the treatment room was filled with masculine bodies. The smell of liniment was strong in the air as the players were rubbed and strapped in readiness for the battle ahead. Pippa had a team of student physios to assist her as well as the usual strappers, and was busy giving advice and supervising proceedings, not really paying attention to the half- naked bodies that lay on the massage tables around the room, just the individual muscles and tendons that needed attention.

Pippa noticed one of her trainees was a little overawed and was not massaging professionally enough. She quickly moved the girl aside, and got to work warming and loosening up the player’s tight muscles—time was limited and all the players needed to be seen. The minute her hands made contact with skin, she realised her mistake. The electric charge that sped up her arm left no doubt as to who was face down on the table and her body’s reaction to him was instantaneous. 

Rook.

Pippa hesitated slightly and looked up, only to be scorched to her core by Rook’s silver eyes, as he lifted his head from the table and turned towards her. Pippa hurried to finish Rook’s massage. Her body was on fire. She tried to ignore the feel of his muscles beneath her fingers as she massaged up his well- toned calf over his hamstrings, then his lower back, fighting the ever-present urge to grab hold of his gorgeous behind.

“Sit up, Rook, and I’ll strap your ankles,” a flustered Pippa managed to croak out.

Rook slowly rolled over onto his back. It was impossible to not notice the bulge in his Speedos, as his erection strained hard against the tight material of the swimwear he wore under his playing shorts.


Pippa’s mouth went dry at the sight of his arousal. She casually dropped the towel that she had been drying her hands on over his lap, hoping to prevent any further embarrassment for Rook, and set to work strapping tape around his ankles. Strapping would give extra support and stability to the joints throughout the punishing game. When she had finished, the tape securely fastened, she finally looked up. Rook was staring at her, the hunger showing in his eyes so apparent it made her heart skip a beat.

The room was full of people, the noise levels high, and yet for Pippa, there was no one else but Rook.

Just Rook…and desire.

It was as if they had been sucked into a different dimension. The room’s sounds and smells were muted, distant. They must have held eye contact for an eternity. Just as Pippa was about to confess to Rook her reason for deceiving him— that he was her fantasy man and always would be, but that she had worried that he would again refuse her advances if he had known her true identity—Brodie summoned the team to come together for warm-up.

Pippa watched Rook drag his gaze from her. She put her hand on his arm, trying to stop him from leaving before she could make her confession, but he just shook off her touch.

Rook walked away.

Rejected her again.

Would she never learn? Pippa slumped back to her knees, trying to pull her emotions back under control.

Promo Monday with Angelica Dawson's Writing Exploits

Angelica Dawson has two titles with Naughty Nights Press. She is one of four authors contributing to the third Campus Sexploits Anthology. Her solo credit, and the story that still fills her writing time, is Blue Moon House, a BDSM house run by vampires. They require absolute obedience and absolute secrecy. The first book features Julia, who is trying to convince the other vampires of the house to agree to her Master's request to keep her and turn her into a vampire.

The vampires of Blue Moon House are typical: they drink blood and are vulnerable to fire, but they have a few tweaks as well. They can stand the sun for short periods, but are harmed by long exposure. They also have a mysterious element in their saliva that acts as a potent aphrodisiac. You want to be bitten by these bad boys (and girls). 

After writing Blue Moon House and meeting all the vampires, Angelica took on the mission of writing a story for each one. Teasers of these are featured on her blog on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. To get a sample of her writing, she has offered the following excerpt, but you can also read flash fiction weekly on her blog, particularly Thursday, Friday and Saturday. 

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Pressing Julia’s face to the bed, Sophia’s hand came down hard, making Julia wince at the stinging. Then there was burning as Sophia’s teeth broke the skin of Julia’s left buttock. Another spank and another bite.

“Tell me you are prepared,” Sophia demanded.

“I-I am,” Julia stammered. Harry had instructed her to take extra iron and over-hydrate in anticipation of being fed upon this weekend. She expected Sophia wouldn’t be the only one to bite her. All these bites were quick though, small blood loss. Julia was sure the purpose was to put Sophia’s saliva into the wounds. It had an aphrodisiac effect, making Julia start to sway her hips as she became hotter and wetter. Sophia indulged her, fingers stirring her pussy only to stop and spank her again for several minutes, long enough for the edge of pleasure to recede into pain. Then Sophia would bite again and start fondling.

The spanking was followed by a more thorough fucking, and then by a flogging. Most recently Sophia had used a wand, vibrating Julia to orgasm. Julia was covered in sweat, shuddering. Her legs collapsed, and Sophia’s hands alone kept her from falling down. She replaced the wand with a new toy, a rabbit, held inside her by a harness. Sophia turned on the settings and held Julia’s legs as the toy began to rotate and vibrate. When Julia clenched and the toy jarred, slowing its turning, Sophia’s eyebrows raised. However, as soon as Julia relaxed at all the straps pulled it back in. Julia bit her tongue, pulled against the ropes on her arms, screamed freely, but the toy didn’t budge, didn’t cease. After a while, Sophia turned up the setting.

Sophia’s blue eyes filled Julia’s swimming vision. Her last command had been to look at her. Her throat was hoarse from screaming in pleasure, in pain; her chest was heaving with the effort of her vaginal contractions, pulling her diaphragm, her thighs; all of her was consumed by the continued climax. Julia whimpered, licking her lips, her mouth dry.

“There you are,” Sophia murmured and the grinding suddenly stopped.

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Hump Day Hook

That's right, I'm back with posting Hump Day Hooks. The past two Wednesdays were pretty crazy, so I had to skip them, unfortunately. It was the same for Sonja Blair, who was supposed to be doing Promo on Monday, but things going crazy in her world set her back as well. However, we're back to usual programming today, and her Promo will be posted tomorrow, so stay tuned for that, as well! 
Now, on to the Hump Day Hook! To see more participating authors, please visit the Facebook group: Hump Day Hook Facebook Group/ or the list here: Hump Day Hook Participant List

My Hook this week is once again from Leader of The Pack, Book Three in Wolf Smitten. With The Wolf in the Neighborhood's imminent release, I will post a Hook from it next week! For now, enjoy... (UNEDITED)


“Derek!” The high pitched scream split the air. He spotted a female wandering in the field looking for someone. The name struck a chord with the frightened part of him and he had the urge to run to her, tell her that he was fine but they had to leave now. It was a strong enough yearning his legs were moving before he was aware of it. The movement made the female turn but instead of seeing relieved joy in her eyes he only saw terror. He paused, hurt that she would be scared of him. Didn’t she love and trust him? One of the other females had dropped a mirror in her rush to leave and the flickering fire made the broken shards shine, drawing his eye. Picking up a larger piece he checked out his reflection, finally understanding why she was scared of him. It wasn’t his reflection looking back but that of a monster. Part wolf, part human, he was unrecognisable as Derek. He flung the glass at the fire, uttered a mournful cry and ran for the woods on the edge of the field.

Final Promo Monday of 2012: Naughty Nights Press

The one and only Naughty Nights Press, as you all know, gave this newbie author her first break. And I'm pleased to say that edits have just been completed on The Wolf in the Neighborhood, it has a cover, and now we're just waiting for final approval, so very exciting news! Anyway, here is a bit about this awesome publishing company that is rapidly taking the online book world by storm, and is taking many of us authors with for an exciting ride!

Pushing The Naughty Limits And Taking Our Readers To A New Level Of Eroticism! We don't promise to be good. In fact, we guarantee we will be naughty and it's gonna be great!

NNP is a small, independently owned, ePublisher of just over a year. As we continue to grow, adding more eBooks from our wonderfully talented authors each month, we are attempting to serve you, the readers, in the ways more important to you. 

Although we would not be able to respond to each and every email, we do appreciate feedback from our readers and we do take any/all comments and/or recommendations into consideration. If you would like to let us know how we are doing, or where you feel we could improve, please feel free to send us an email at feedback at naughtynightspress dot com

Naughty Nights Press's blog and site user friendly, and the authors are all friendly. So if you're a reader or an author looking for somewhere new, then head on over to the NNP blog and site and take a look for yourself. NNP books are available at all the usual spots, but the site also sells them directly. The great thing about that? No middle man, so the author gets more of THEIR hard earned money. So what are you waiting for? Go on, check them out!

And stay tuned for more promo in the new year.

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

Release day for Kathleen Grieve and The Doctor's Deception

For a special post, I'm pleased to welcome the lovely Kathleen Grieve to The Naughty Pages with her new release, The Doctor's Deception.

A visit with heart surgeon, Dr. Stone Lassiter, a character from The Doctor’s Deception. 

Christ!  What’s happening to me?  I feel as though I’ve lost focus on what matters most in life.  Has that ever happened to you?  And all because of a tall, cool green-eyed blond nurse, Faith Daniels.  Whenever she’s around, I can’t help but annoy her in a way that ends up with her pursing those sexy, plump lips in a way that gets my dick instantly hard.  If we get into a good old fashioned verbal sparring, her emerald eyes flash and her generous breasts heave with her exasperation.  Yes, I find myself fantasizing.  I can’t help myself.  I may be a doctor, but I’m a man who does have a healthy appreciation of the female anatomy—especially Faith’s.  Oh, yeah, hers is something special.

But here lies my problem.  The nurses think I’m an ass.  And maybe I have been—whatever…but that’s beside the point.  Faith is the only one I can turn to for help.  The other nurses will listen to her.  She wasn’t crowned  Nurse of the Year for nothing.  Desperate, I’ve told a little white lie I’m not proud of.  A little stretch of the truth that is currently sitting like a weight on my mind all day long.  Now I need to get myself out of this mess.  Seriously.  I need to either find a time machine to take me back to before I let my dick run my mouth, or I need to find something else—something that negates all of this crap I am currently in.  Stat! 

Have you ever deceived anyone because you had good intentions?  If you have, what happened?  I’d love to hear what happened.   Jesus, I’d love to hear that I am not alone in my stupidity.  Is there hope for me and Faith? Or have I screwed the pooch?   

I’m Doctor Stone Lassiter, and, well, this is my story, The Doctor’s Deception….

The Doctor’s Deception Available now from Evernight Publishing 

Blurb:

Hard-headed, straight-laced Dr Stone Lassiter is one heart surgeon about to lose everything he’s worked his entire career for.  He is locked in a battle of wills against the nurses of the surgical intensive care unit of Deerborne County General.  At first, the new doctor was definitely drool-worthy.  Sexy or not, the nurses have had enough!  Their secret weapon? Unsuspecting SICU nurse, Faith Daniels, a cool green-eye blonde that turns Dr. Lassiter’s head every time she’s near.   Poor Faith has the “worst luck” in drawing the short straw and is forced to work with Dr. Lassiter repeatedly. Will the nurses’ plan to have Dr. Lassiter fall in love with one of their own work in softening him toward the nursing staff? Or will the little white lie Stone tells Faith to enlist her aid to obtain his goal destroy the fragile bond of love that has developed between them?

Teaser Excerpt:

Faith moaned and woke to the constant chiming of her doorbell and pounding on the front door.  The wonderful, erotic dream of Stone painting her with melted chocolate burst. 

She lifted her head and glanced at her clock. 7:00a.m. Groaning, she pulled the covers over her head and rolled onto her stomach, trying to recapture her fantasy.  Maybe whoever it was would go away if she ignored them.

Ding-dong… Ding-dong… Ding-dong…

“Oh, give it a rest already!” she yelled, climbing out of bed.  The cool morning air hit her bare legs and arms, and she shivered.

She reached the front door and yanked it open. 

Stone Lassiter stood on her step, hand in air, ready to pound the unrelenting wood again. 

Staring, her fogged brain tried to wake up.  Hadn’t he just been in her room? 

No, that wasn’t real you nit-wit!   

“You!  What’s the big idea?  Do you realize how early it is?  It’s my day off!” 

Not to mention, I was in the middle of the best dream of my life.

Thank you for stopping by and meeting Dr. Lassiter.  A random name will be drawn from a hat from all who comment for your chance to win your free e-book copy of The Doctor’s Deception! Please make sure there is a valid email address! Good Luck!

 

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About Kathleen Grieve

Full time nurse, amateur cake baker, writer, and zombie obsessed, Kathleen draws a lot from the real-life medical drama she experiences as a RN for her novels. Writing romance is a creative outlet where she can effectively deal with the daily stress and sorrow, adding levity and humor to situations that provide a happily ever after when there isn't one.

Well how can you resist that? Leave a comment, and you could be the winner of this latest release from Kathleen Grieve!

Promo Monday's with Selah Janel's Mooner

This week I welcome another No Boundaries Press author, Selah Janel!

I have come to the conclusion that I’m terrible at being a girl. This is especially true with vampires. Not only do I not like them sparkly, but I really don’t care if I ever date one, either. I get the attraction, but I like my preternatural creatures to act the way they’re supposed to. I want to be scared by monsters, and make no mistake about it, vampires are monsters.

How terrifying would it be to have someone that you trusted take a chunk out of you? Your parents, kids, lover, best friend, bus driver, postman, boss, waiter…it would be really freaky if they suddenly came up to you one day and not only tried to kill you, but wanted to feed off of you. That’s what a vampire is supposed to be: that awful, horrible what if that’s going to make us distrust those in our inner circle.

They’re even better when they come out of nowhere. I’m also a big fan of the creepy monster that skulks out of the woods for no reason other than to have his way. Maybe he stumbles onto a highway and tries to hitchhike, or maybe he wanders into a local watering hole. What if he’s in a bad mood and wants to stir up trouble? What if he’s bribed to do so? It makes you think, doesn’t it? If vampires went back to acting like vampires, it would be terrifying. True, they may not exist, but they’re plausible. It’s easy to believe they could exist. And if they could exist and could be anywhere, then nothing, no aspect of your life would be
safe.

Of course, regular humans don’t always have good intentions, either…

Blurb:

Like many young men at the end of the 1800s Bill has signed on to work in a logging camp to earn a fast paycheck to start his life. Unfortunately his role model is Big John, the camp’s golden boy known for blowing his pay as fast as he makes it. On a cold Saturday night they enter Red’s Saloon to forget the work that takes the sweat and the lives of so many. Red may have plans for their whiskey money, but something else lurks in the shadows, something that badly wants a drink that has nothing to do with alcohol. Can Bill make it back out the shabby door or does someone have their own plans for his future?

Excerpt:
For a moment, Bill thought he was imagining things or was having a particularly bad reaction to the rot gut. Blinking a few times refocused his tired gaze and proved there was, indeed, a moving pile of…something at a table close to the other end of the bar.

Nancy shuffled back towards the bar, casting a wary look over her shoulder. “Red, he’s back,” she breathed as she scooped up another tray and fled to the other side of the room. Upon closer inspection, the youth realized it wasn’t a pile of something, but a figure draped in a patchwork of skins then cloaked with half-torn, moldy furs. Most who passed his way quickly avoided him, though whether it was because of his odd looks or his smell, it was hard to say.

Red hissed through his teeth and ran a sweating hand through his thick mane. “Tom Haskins,” he mumbled under his breath for the benefit of those crowded round him.

“I thought he lived on the edge of town,” Jack replied as he glared down the length of the bar.

“He tried to start a dry goods store, and it didn’t go over too well. He had it in his mind he could make up his loss with fur, though he ain’t no trapper. He moved out to the woods weeks ago and comes into town every so often to hang round and get his fix. Just when I think he’s finally died out there, he comes round again.” Not once did the saloon proprietor take his eyes off the body hunched over a table. Every breath made Tom’s ragtag cloak shudder, and every moldy hair on him quivered.

“You want me to kick him out?” Jack offered, already shifting his weight across the room.

“Nah, let him warm up at least. He doesn’t do much; just pesters everyone for drink now that he can’t afford it for himself. Give him time, and he’ll be up to his tricks.”

Bill couldn’t stop looking away. The pile of sloughed animals slumped as the man’s head rose. His skin was a cold grey and stretched taught across his face and hands. His hair had all but fallen out, but what was still left of it hung in clumps of long, ragtag strands that were paler than dried straw. His thin-lipped mouth was open and he sucked in air in painful, erratic pants.

“Look at ‘im! Actin’ like a piglet pulled away from its ma’s teat!” Big John sneered. “I bet his clothes are fulla maggots!”

“It’s too cold for maggots,” Ben snorted. “His clothes are thin. Wonder how the hell he stands bein’ out in the woods in weather like this.” “We do it,” Bill muttered. The recluse’s head jerked at the sound of his voice; the young man immediately snapped his mouth shut.

“Yeah, but we’re used to it! And younger’n he ever was!” John’s voice was purposefully loud and carried the haughty tone that won him admiration from the other loggers. “He’s durn crazy, that’s why he don’t notice.” He cocked his head Tom’s way with a sneer. “All that time on your own turn you yaps, man?”

Tom’s head very slowly shifted towards them, and Bill shuddered. There were days he’d survived the logging camp and the extreme conditions by will power and prayer alone, all the while wondering in the back of his head what it would be like if he didn’t have even that. Looking at the vagrant, he knew.

Ben was cursing behind them. “I saw him not more than a month ago and he didn’t look like that. Solitary life don’t turn a man in that short a’ time! Maybe he’s got rabies or fever n’ ague.”

Tom’s eyes sat so far back in his skull, it was impossible to tell what color they were, though they harbored a steady, unsettling gleam. They roved over the huddled group, searching hungrily for an easy mark. Bill’s heart plummeted to his boots when the hollow glitter locked onto him. He was suddenly as cold as he was when a seventh-year blizzard hit. All the frustrations and hell he’d endured since joining the logging team, all his good intentions and reasons, all he was trying to move forward to, swelled and jumbled together in a brief, howling wind of thought. The two distant stars in Tom’s eyes were the only thing that pegged him as a stable man in his otherwise rotting and dozy appearance.

All around the little group, the saloon’s weekend life went on. The distant sound of swearing and dice clattering across the floor mixed with discordant harmonies and a half- hearted mouth organ. But in the area by the bar, all was muffled and still. It was like the snows had come without warning over the forest, smothering everything in their path with chilled silence. Bill shuddered, and out of the corner of his eye, noticed Red do the same.

“You want I should knock his ears down, Red?” John’s bravado was the sudden yell that knocked the snow from the treetops, for better or ill. He had the relaxed look of a man who’d been in his cup just enough to throw caution to the wind. “I’ll toss him out and give ‘im a pat on the lip he won’t forget!”

“Leave be, John,” the barkeep muttered. His hand never stopped wiping down the bar. Though his head was tilted down towards his task, his eyes were set on their target across the room.

“What…what you want me to do for a drink?” At first it didn’t register that that thing, that man, had actually spoken. His voice was high and reedy, and cracked the way the thinnest ice along the river did.

“Pardon?”

“What you want me to do for a drink?” His lips cracked when his mouth moved. A thin trail of spittle dripped off his lower lip and was quickly caught up by the tip of the derelict’s seeking tongue. The distant gleam in Tom’s eyes burned as his mouth formed the last word.
Otherwise, it was hard to even say how he’d made it into the saloon; he looked more than a little dim.

Enjoy a lesson of lumberjack vocabulary here!
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Bio:
Selah Janel has been blessed with a giant imagination since she was little and convinced that fairies lived in the nearby state park or vampires hid in the abandoned barns outside of town. Her appreciation for a good story was enhanced by a love of reading, the many talented storytellers that surrounded her, and a healthy curiosity for everything. A talent for warping everything she learned didn’t hurt, either. She gravitates to writing fantasy and horror, but can be convinced to pursue any genre if the idea is good enough. Often her stories feature the\ unknown creeping into the “real” world and she loves to find the magical in the mundane.
She has four e-books with No Boundaries Press, including the upcoming novel ‘In the Red’. Her work has also been included in ‘The MacGuffin’, ‘The Realm Beyond’, ‘Stories for Children Magazine’, and the upcoming Wicked East Press anthology ‘Bedtime Stories for Girls’. She likes her music to rock, her vampires lethal, her fairies to play mind games, and her princesses to hold their own.
Catch up with Selah and all her ongoing projects at the following places:
Blog – www.selahjanel.wordpress.com
Fandom Scene Column – www.fandomfestblog.com/blogs/selah-janel
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Twitter – www.twitter.com/SelahJanel

Update Monday

Well due to my super distracted week last week, I was unable to book in a Promo Monday, so instead, today is UPDATE Monday!
Where to begin.. How about with why I was so distracted last week: We had the weekend (plus half the week) kid-free, so planned on doing a picnic lunch on Monday up in the mountains. Unfortunately, as we drove out of the parking lot after buying a picnic set and blanket, we got side swiped by a ute. Panel damage! So spent a lot of the week getting insurance quotes and getting the info off to the other guy's work insurance. Add to that viewing a house for when we move, AND two major essays for uni due, and I was super distracted! Had to get time extensions for both units, one until yesterday, the other for today (both were due Friday), but thankfully only needed a 1 day extension on one of them, and those units are now finished! On to the fun units as of today!
So what am I doing this study period? Introduction to Writing (I've peeked ahead at the essays, and I am so excited about them!) and Engaging Media (also excited, but not as much as my writing ones!!), for which I have set up a blog as part of the assessment. If you're interested in getting an idea of just what I am doing, then head on over to Engaging Media in SP3 2012. I know, not the most creative name, but you will start seeing creative ideas flowing as the unit progresses!
So for now, that is all. Hopefully back with Promo Mondays next week. Have a good one, everyone!