Three
authors are participating in this event. Sidney Bristol brings us
the heat with her Romantic Suspense with BDSM Elements title Duty
Bound, Book 2 in her Bayou Bound series. Lisa Fox is introducing us
to her Midnight Kiss Contemporary Romance series with One Kiss and
the soon-to-be-released Her Perfect Lips. And a Contemporary Erotic
Romance series from Sabrina York, her titles Rebound, Dragonfly
Kisses, Smoking Holt, Heart of Ash, Devlin’s Dare and Parker’s
Passion are all part of the Tryst Island Series. Join us in meeting
these authors and spice up your shelves (or start your holiday
shopping early) with one of these wonderful romances.
Bayou Bound # 2
Sidney Bristol
Romantic
Suspense / BDSM Elements
331 Pages
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About
the book: Sometimes
one kiss can change everything.
New
Year's Eve is supposed to be a night for celebration and new
beginnings. For best friends Kat and Dean, it is a nightmare filled
with disastrous dates and enraged ex-girlfriends!
Lucky
for them, they've got each other to help laugh off the embarrassing,
and downright inappropriate, moments. But then midnight rolls around
and neither of them have anyone to kiss…
There's
no doubt this is a night they will always remember.
The
real question is whether it will be a night they want to forget…
DUTY
BOUND
EXCERPT
Lisette
stared into the tawny, golden eyes of the man she once loved, and
struggled to see the man she remembered. Physically he’d filled
out, becoming a man to the boy she’d known. He’d been muscular
then, but eight years had honed him into an intimidating force. And
yet, he had the same mocha coloring, kept his dark hair shorn short,
and his mouth? Mary, Mother of Jesus, she could remember the brush of
his lips on hers, how he’d whispered in the shadows all the things
she’d dreamt a man saying.
That
man was a stranger to her now.
She’d
called Lola in desperation. There were no other choices, and if this
was who she had to work with, she wasn’t above throwing herself on
the altar of humiliation.
Lisette
glared at Mathieu and pulled the photographs from her coat pocket.
She slapped them on the table and watched Mathieu do a double take.
The muscles in his face tightened and she could have sworn she heard
his teeth grinding together.
“Those
pictures are from three separate incidents, each a few months apart.
The one where my eye’s swollen shut? That was the first time. I
left my boyfriend Seth and checked into a motel while I got my own
place. A week later, I came back to my room to find Seth had broken
in. He beat me for the second time. I went to the hospital, the
police came to take my report, and nothing happened.” She blinked
repeatedly, remembering how badly her face had hurt. Hell, she
thought he’d broken bones the way she’d ached.
Mathieu
flipped through the pictures again, his lips compressed into a tight
line. Did he see it now? Did he understand?
“I
was scared, so I went to Chicago to stay with friends. The picture of
my arm? He did that with a milk crate. I have a six-inch scar on my
forearm that will never go away. The police detained him for about
twelve hours, and he was out.” She pulled up her left sleeve and
showed him the physical proof. The scar was still pink and tender.
She had to do exercises every day to keep her arm working. Plates and
screws held the bones together now. She’d been able to fight back
that time, but Seth was crazy.
“Then
there’s the one where it looks like I have a goose egg on the side
of my head? A refrigerator door at a gas station on my way out of
Chicago a couple weeks ago. Gas station tape mysteriously disappeared
after the cops were called. They never—even—looked—for—him.
That’s why I need help, Mathieu.”
“Why
don’t the police toss his ass in jail?” His brow furrowed and he
appeared completely baffled. His belief in the system, black and
white, right and wrong, was so strong. It made the man infuriating,
but there was no one else she could think of who she could trust.
Lisette
shrugged. “He’s Special Forces or something. He never told me
exactly what he does, but I got the idea it’s under-the-table
government. Every time he gets in trouble, someone in a uniform
cleans it up, slaps him on the wrist and tells him to keep his nose
clean until he gets deployed. He used to brag about it when we were
together. I thought he was telling me drunken “big fish” stories.
He has some sort of special training he has to report in for again in
March. The sixth. I just need to stay safe until then.”
“That’s
a month from now. You went across the country to get away from the
man. What makes you think he’s still after you?” Mathieu laid the
photographs face down and folded his hands on top of the table. She
could imagine him interrogating a suspect like this. He’d moved up
to being a detective two years ago, according to Lola.
“He
followed me from Florida to Chicago.” She shrugged. “Why wouldn’t
he come here? He told me he’d kill me. Do you think a man like this
is going to give up?”
“What
does your family say about this?”
Shit.
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Midnight Kiss # 1
Lisa Fox
Contemporary
Romance
Harper Impulse
74 Pages
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74 Pages
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About
the Book:
Sometimes
one kiss can change everything.
New
Year's Eve is supposed to be a night for celebration and new
beginnings. For best friends Kat and Dean, it is a nightmare filled
with disastrous dates and enraged ex-girlfriends!
Lucky
for them, they've got each other to help laugh off the embarrassing,
and downright inappropriate, moments. But then midnight rolls around
and neither of them have anyone to kiss…
There's
no doubt this is a night they will always remember.
The
real question is whether it will be a night they want to forget…
ONE
KISS
Excerpt
The
traffic surged forward as whatever was holding things up cleared out,
and they were over the bridge in no time. Dean leaned back into the
seat, listening to the sounds of the city as they wove through lower
Manhattan, the rev of truck engines, the squeals of brakes, the
snatches of music and screaming and laughter.
He
glanced over at the woman at his side, subtly studying her profile.
Her blind date was a lucky man. He better realize it too. He didn’t
understand why she agreed to it, but if it was what she wanted to do,
he supported her one hundred percent. If the guy turned out to be an
asshole however, well, then, Dean might have to end up having a
conversation with him.
He
smiled to himself. God, she would hate that. He could imagine the
lecture she would give him if he tried to protect her that way. She
was going to have to deal with it though. She knew what she was
getting into when she asked him along, it wasn’t like they’d just
met yesterday.
The
cab turned onto Hudson, and he caught a glimpse of a couple locked in
a passionate embrace under a streetlamp. The woman’s sparkly tiara
was askew and the man was missing his shirt, but that didn’t seem
to deter them one bit. “Why do you think people kiss at midnight?”
Kat
smiled at him. “You get cursed if you don’t. If you can’t find
someone to kiss, all you have to look forward to is bad luck, hairy
palms, and failed online dating attempts all year long.”
He
laughed. “Yeah, everyone knows that, but how do you think it began?
I mean, how did it get decided that if you don’t kiss someone at
midnight, your year is doomed?”
She
ran her index finger over her bottom lip as she thought it over.
“Well, that whole make loud noises and be obnoxious at midnight
thing is supposed to keep the demons away, so maybe it has something
to do with that. Maybe a kiss is a protection as well, a safeguard of
some sort, to keep evil away from you in the New Year.”
“So,
celibacy is evil then?”
“Some
people might argue that it is.”
They
both laughed. “Maybe demons don’t like kissing? That doesn’t
seem right. You’d think demons would be into anything sexual. More
ways to sin, you know?”
“It
has to be about more than just sex.” She thought for a second and
then turned to him, excitement sparkling in her eyes. “Okay, how
about this? Kissing is personal. When you kiss, you share another’s
breath and breath is life, so maybe kissing is an exchange of sorts,
like…” Her fingers danced in the air as the ideas formed in her
mind. “Like, sharing your soul. Maybe that’s what it is. You kiss
someone and share a piece of your soul with them, that way they keep
it safe for you in the New Year. They have a piece of you inside
them.” She touched his chest, right over his heart. “Here.” Her
eyes met his. “Protected.” A wicked smile blossomed on her lips
and then she shrugged. “Otherwise, it’s spinning heads and bad
skin for everyone.”
Midnight Kiss # 2
Lisa Fox
Contemporary
Romance
Harper Collins
74 Pages
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74 Pages
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About
Lisa Fox:
World-renowned
neurosurgeon, jet fighter pilot, secret member of American royalty,
seducer of legions of beautiful, outrageously sexy angels and demons
and vampires and werewolves and the occasional pirate, Lisa Fox has
done it all…in her own mind. In reality, she can generally be found
at her desk with a cup of coffee close at hand. Or maybe a martini.
It really depends on the day.
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HER
PERFECT LIPS
Excerpt
“Tennyson,”
Melanie said, favoring him with her beautiful blue-eyed gaze. “What
an interesting name. Is it a stage name of some sort?”
He
leaned back and extended his arm across the back of Stacy’s chair.
She was hyperconscious of his arm draped behind her, and the hair on
the back of her neck stood up at electric attention.
“Oh,
no,” he said, flashing Melanie that charming smile of his. “My
mother’s a poet. She teaches at Bennington. I’m just thankful
every day that she didn’t name me Cummings or Yeats.”
Stacy
smiled to herself, recalling the night she’d asked him a very
similar question. They’d decided to conquer the ‘Drink Around the
World’ challenge at The Alibi to celebrate the completion of her
training at the Cabin and they’d just begun a beer from Honduras
when the alcohol really started to settle in. He’d told her about
his mother and how much she loved the British poet laureate. He
claimed to dislike the poet’s work himself, yet that didn’t stop
him from reciting one of his namesake’s more famous works, The Lady
of Shallot, right there among the servers, strippers, and Quarter
rats congregating in the bar. He did it with so much gusto, he even
earned himself a resounding round of applause.
Melanie
nodded like Ten had just told her something profound, and Peter
touched her shoulder, trying to regain her attention. Melanie turned
back to Peter and Ten caught Stacy’s eye, gave her a little wink.
She wondered if he remembered that night too, if it left the same
kind of impression. They used to have a lot of fun together. No one
in her life was quite like him and she missed that. She missed him.
New Orleans was an adventure, a fairy tale, and though she loved New
York, it was all work and ambition.
Ten
picked up his drink and reached over the table to tap his glass
against hers. “Welcome back, Prom Dress.”
She
snorted a laugh and picked up her glass to drink with him. Of all the
things for him to remember, it would be that ridiculous nickname.
“Prom
Dress?” Melanie asked, fluttering her long lashes at Ten. “Did I
hear that right?”
Everything
about Melanie rankled. Stacy had no desire to share anything with
her. “It’s not a very interesting story.”
Ten
shrugged. “It’s probably one of those ‘you had to be there’
things.”
“Oh,
come on,” Peter said, trying to be a part of the conversation.
“Tell it.”
Ten
looked to her, and after only a second’s hesitation, he waved for
him to tell it if he wanted to. It was a good memory, embarrassing,
but wonderful too. She wanted to share it with him again.
He
nodded once, then turned to the group. “Well,” he began, “once
upon a time, Stacy and I worked at the Creole Cabin Bar and
Restaurant on Bourbon Street. This was long before she left for New
York City and fame and fortune. Back then, she was humble waitress, a
poor college grad just trying to get ahead.”
She
rolled her eyes, but smiled. Ten loved to tell a good story. He’d
often kept the staff entertained even on the slowest shifts.
“She
was always running off for interviews, meetings, networking events,”
he went on. “That day, I think it was an interview with a Google
recruiter.” He turned to her. “Wasn’t it?”
She
blinked, shocked that he remembered such an insignificant detail.
Shocked and more than a little touched. “Yes, it was.”
“Anyway,
the Cabin is an extremely loud place. It’s right on Bourbon, and
all the doors are always open, and they’ve got this zydeco band
playing, people are talking…” He took a moment to meet all of
their gazes. “You get the picture.” He took a sip of his drink,
then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “It was a hot
summer afternoon, the restaurant was dead, the a/c was blasting, but
we were all sweating, standing around in the side station talking
about nothing ‘cause we were so damn bored. Stacy’s gathering her
things, she was the first one cut, and the other servers and I were a
little jealous, so we were kinda ignoring her.”
She
was there with him again, reliving that day in full color. She could
feel the sweat on the back of her neck, the smell of deep-fried
shrimp on her skin. She was desperate to get home and take a shower
before she went to that interview. That had to happen, but it was
going to be close. She needed to leave immediately.
“We
were used to talking loudly, always screaming at each other to be
heard.” He met her eyes, sharing the memory with her. “When it
was time for her to go, it only made sense that she would scream
good-bye.”
He
started to laugh, but quickly suppressed it. She wanted to hit him
now just as much as she had wanted to back then. It wasn’t that
funny. “So, she hollers, ‘Well, I’m off like a prom dress! ’
But at that exact moment, the band decided to take a break.” The
laugher bubbled out of him, and Stacy winced, just as she had done in
that instant, endless moment of silence. “It was just one of those
gaps in noise that happens sometimes and everything was quiet at that
precise moment. The whole restaurant heard her, the band, the
customers, even the guys the kitchen. We all froze, too dumbfounded
to move.”
He
winked at her, but she just shook her head. She had been mortified,
every eye in the place on her, her booming announcement seeming to
echo in the sudden stillness.
“But
Stacy,” he said, putting his hand on her knee, “she never
blinked. She held her head high and marched right out that
restaurant, like it was all perfectly natural. But, boy she did move
fast.” He met her gaze and lowered his voice an octave. “It must
have been quite a prom night.” He looked back to the others and
grinned. “The name just stuck. It was perfect.”
She
had to laugh. That restaurant could be such a miserable place
sometimes, filled with drunks and non-tipping tourists, but when Ten
worked alongside her, she always had a good shift.
Tryst Island # 1
Sabrina York
Contemporary
Erotic Romance
200 pgs (approx)
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About the Book:
Kristi
Cross has had the hots for her friend, Cameron Jackson as long as she
can remember, but she knows she’s not his type. She’s nothing
like the women he dates. So when he suggests they play for a kiss
over a game of Hearts, Kristi can’t resist. Even if she loses, she
wins. Because she’s finally going to taste him.
Of
course, one kiss can quickly become something altogether steamier,
especially when both parties are on the rebound…
Fall
in Love on Tryst Island… When a group of friends share a vacation
house, wild hijinks, unexpected hook-ups and steamy sex ensue.
REBOUND
EXCERPT
“I’d like to turn you over my knee.”
She chuckled. “Me? What
did I do?”
He gaped at her. “Other
than passionately kissing Holt?”
“I wasn’t kissing
Holt, and you know it.”
“Really?” He crossed
the rumpus room and shouldered into his bedroom and tossed her onto
the bed. She bounced. “Then what the hell was that?” He waved at
the ceiling.
Kristi straightened her
nightgown, primly covering her bare calves. “He
was kissing me.”
His brows bunched. “Not
okay. Do you know what seeing that did to me? God, Kristi. It ripped
me up inside. I wanted to kill
him.”
“He had to know.”
“Know?” He hit a
warbling tone that would make America Idol contestants green with
envy. “What did he have to know?”
“That I feel nothing for
him.”
That shut him up. He
stopped, stock-still and stared at her. “Nothing?” This, in a
little boy voice.
Other than shock that two
of her longtime friends had declared their intentions in the space of
one evening? “Not a thing.” She wormed her way off the bed and
sashayed toward him, swinging her hips. “Less than nothing, in
fact.” She stood on tiptoe to press a kiss on his lips. “It was
like kissing my brother. Or my uncle. Or Professor Layhea.”
“Professor Layhea?”
Against his will, his lips tweaked. She could tell he was fighting
it. His pout was kind of adorable. “Professor Layhea was
pretty sexy.”
She kissed him again. Made
her way along the line of his jaw to his lobe. Dabbed her tongue in
his ear. He shuddered.
“I do find
nostril-beards über sexy.
And older men who take their baths in Old Spice—ha cha cha.”
His brow rose. His fingers
curved around her waist and he pulled her closer. He stirred
against her belly. “Did you ever kiss Professor Layhea?”
“Just the once.” She
laughed when his eyes boggled at her boldfaced lie. She rubbed
against his growing ardor. “I had to. I needed an A.”
“Hussy.” He eased her
back onto the mattress pinning her there with his hardness, his heat.
He hovered over her, staring at her for a long while. Then he slowly
lowered his head and kissed her.
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