Sunday, March 31, 2013

Last Day: Author #16: Insatiable Reads Book Tour: All Access by Karolyn James...

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All Access (Brothers of Rock, #1)All Access (Brothers of Rock, #1)All Access (Brothers of Rock, #1)

There’s something special about music and something even greater about hearing and seeing that music played live.  Music has always been important to me throughout my life and now I’m able to explore music through telling stories in a romance series titled Brothers of Rock.  The series (to start) shows the band, Chasing Cross, as five men who have reached every dream possible in their musical career as a band… touring, selling millions of albums, still recording, the dream.  But each band member has their own personal demons, and surrounding those demons is the thought of love.  

I wanted to step away from the stage with Chasing Cross, giving each band member their own book and their own story.  The first book, now available, titled All Access, shows lead singer, Johnnie, as he navigates through leading the band and following his heart.  The first book introduces the reader to the entire band but then focuses on Johnnie and his new love, Jess.  

The series itself is going to show life beyond the stage and beyond the music but music stills play a big role throughout.  After all, this is rockstar romance series… and rockstars are sexy.  
The books show these men standing on the stage, bearing their souls to fans and then getting off the stage and facing real life.  Sure, they’re rich.  Sure, they’re good looking.  But they’re also people.  They all have pasts and they all face conflicts that are both external and internal.

My favorite part of this series is that each book contains a story.  It’s not a to-be-continued kind of series meaning when you read All Access, you get Johnnie and Jess’s full story.  At the end, something happens to lead into the second book (Broken Sound due in late April) which is about guitarist, Davey.  I’m absolutely in love writing this series and I’ve said it before… right now, it’s slated at five books but I have an idea for something more than that… but it will all depend on the readers who so far have seemed to enjoy the book.

All Access (Brothers of Rock, #1)
Jess is caught off guard when a sexy stranger buys her a cup of coffee and asks her to sit with him. He's mysterious, nice, and even though he says the right things at the right time, Jess can sense that there's something hidden about him.

As Johnnie sits across from the beautiful woman, he can't believe she doesn't recognize him. Everyone does. It comes with the territory when you're the lead singer of one of the hottest bands in the world, Chasing Cross. With one more show to go before taking a small break in touring, it feels like luck is on Johnnie's side. That is, if he can find a way to tell Jess who he is, without scaring her off.

After her best friend begs her to come to a concert, Jess finds herself standing in the middle of a crowd. The lights are off, music begins, and the crowd erupts in cheers. She doesn't know much about the band, but that's all about to change. When the lights come on, Jess can't believe her eyes. The lead singer of the band is the man from the café.

Plucked from the crowd during the show, Jess makes her way backstage. The encore may have ended on stage, but the real show is just about to begin. Johnnie's passion quickly turns to romance but the more time he and Jess spend together, the more things get complicated. Johnnie has a big decision to make about himself and the band, testing his loyalty and love for the music, and when Jess's dreams start to come true, she starts to realize that true love exists, but it's not always an easy path to take.

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About Karolyn:
Karolyn James is the pen name for award winning author, Karolyn Patterson.  She’s been published over 100 times, reached bestseller lists on Amazon, and writes in both romance and erotic romance.  Her two newest series are the romance hit, Brothers of Rock, and the erotic romance series, Rock Her Curves.  

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Friday, March 29, 2013

Author #15: Insatiable Reads Book Tour and Giveaway: I Married A Billionaire by Melanie Marchande...

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I Married a Billionaire (Contemporary Romance)I Married a Billionaire (Contemporary Romance)

 Don't try this at home
 Just in case you were thinking of modeling your life after a romance novel, don't.
Okay, look - we all go crazy in love, from time to time. Right? There's no use denying it. At some point in your life, you've done something completely irrational because it seemed like a great idea at the time. Hormones make us insane. It's part of the human condition. And it's unlikely to cause you any lasting damage - unless, of course, you conduct yourself like a heroine in a romance novel.

We all know that those fine ladies of fiction, while often spirited and spunky, occasionally behave like...well, not the sharpest knife in the drawer. This really hit home for me while I worked on my novel, I Married a Billionaire, which kicks off with Maddy, a young graphic designer, agreeing to commit marriage fraud for a couple million bucks. Hon, I understand the temptation,

Anyway, it got me thinking - what are some of the other ways that romance novel heroines tend to really, really drop the ball when it comes to major life decisions? There's plenty, of course. But this is what popped to mind.

I Hate You, Then I Love You
Much Ado About NothingPride & PrejudiceThe Lady Vanishes. And about ten million romance novels. You know the story - boy meets girl, boy and girl fight like cats and dogs, and by the end, they've fallen into each other's arms. Does it happen in real life, occasionally? Sure. But if you went by fictional relationships, approximately 50-70% of long-term lovers would have started out wanting to claw each other's eyes out. I don't have the data to back it up, but I suspect this number might be a bit skewed.

Sexy, Sexy Stockholm Syndrome
It's perfectly natural to develop feelings of love and affection for someone you're stuck with, for some reason or another. Especially if that person is in a position of power over your. Our minds can play tricks on us this way. But it's probably not the greatest foundation for a mutually fulfilling, long-lasting relationship. So, ladies, if a man kidnaps you - even if he does so at the behest of someone who holds irrational sway over him - or, yes, even if he pays you to marry him and he's just an irresistible alpha male with a need to control you - step! Away! From! The car!

Denial: Not Just a River
This one's huge. And you know, to be honest, it's not as uncommon in real life as it should be. I'm talking about that self-sabotaging "oh, he couldn't possibly have feelings for someone like me"  thing. Nearly every romance heroine does it, and being perfectly honest with ourselves...we've done it too, haven't we? Have you ever walked away from a situation that had the potential to turn into something amazing, just because you couldn't convince yourself that it was really happening? I know I have. In romance novels, the hero always finds a way to be convincing. But in real life, sadly, that doesn't always happen. Don't let these opportunities pass you by. We're not guaranteed of any happy endings in real life, so you've got to chase after them yourself!

Of course, there's a reason why we enjoy reading about this stuff. It's just so much more interesting than the mistakes people tend to make in real life. Can you imagine if romance novels actually were about the mundane, everyday pitfalls that people actually deal with? In I Married a Billionaire, Maddy and Daniel fight over doing the dishes. But that's about as far as I'll go. Imagine a whole romance novel filled with nothing but this kind of thing:

- Relationships deteriorating publicly via Facebook statuses and comments while friends watch awkwardly and wonder if they should say something
- An off-handed comment about unflattering clothing while shopping in a big box store that leads to days of silent treatment
- Hours-long disagreements and an inability to choose from where to order takeout for dinner

Thanks, but I'll stick with my spunky heroines making poor life decisions that somehow work out to a happy ending. Much more entertaining!

I Married a Billionaire (Contemporary Romance)
Maddy Wainright has given up on marriage - and men. After dating way too many losers who aren't capable of appreciating her for who she is, she's about ready to resign herself to a life of spinsterhood. Until her insanely rich boss Daniel Thorne comes along with an offer she simply can't refuse.

He proposes a marriage of convenience - one that would allow Maddy to live in the lap of luxury for a year, and Mr. Thorne to stay in the country that has become his home. At the end of their arrangement, Maddy will walk away with a cool two million dollars. All she has to do is move into his mansion, put on a convincing show in public, and endure a few INS interviews, for which she will be thoroughly prepped. It's a big risk, but one Maddy might just be willing to take, considering the payoff.

At first, it's all business. But when the gentle touches, passionate kisses, and lingering looks they have to give each other in public start spilling over into their private life, Daniel and his devious mind take Maddy to heights of pleasure she's never experienced. And the more she gets to know him, the more she feels that wistful tug in her chest every time he puts his arm around her in public. Before long, she finds herself wishing it were real.

As time goes on, Maddy finds herself wondering if two million dollars will be enough to cover the cost of repairing a broken heart. But Mr. Thorne may have yet another secret in store...

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About the Author
Melanie Marchande
Melanie Marchande is a young writer who loves creating fun, flirty, and occasionally steamy stories about two people realizing they just can't live without each other. She's just released her debut novel, I Married a Billionaireabout a struggling graphic designer and her billionaire boss who pays her to pretend to be his wife for year. She loves to connect with readers, so be sure to get in touch with her on FacebookTwitterGoogle+, PinterestGoodreads, her blogwebsite, and mailing list.

Melanie is currently on virtual tour with 15 other awesome romance authors as part of the Insatiable Reads Book Tour. From March 4-31st, readers will be invited to enter for a chance to win a Kindle Paperwhite, free books, and other fun goodies. Readers will also be able to participate in author chats, get insights into writing and publishing romance, and collect story swag.

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Thursday, March 28, 2013

Author #14: Insatiable Reads Book Tour and Giveaway: Maliciously Obedient by Julia Kent...

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The First Kiss by Julia Kent
Writing tension between two characters is hard. You have to make sure they're both likeable, and that the chemistry is obvious, and yet there has to be a reason why they're not together, right? Otherwise they'd be all over each other the second they first meet and life would be rainbows and unicorns forever. What kind of romance novel would that be? The spice comes from conflict, and as we all know from real life, conflict might suck, but in fiction it's what makes things happen.

In Maliciously Obedient, though, the tension between Matt/Mike and Lydia comes from the normal tension between two people who are wildly attracted to each other but who just can't give in – and also from that whole messy secret identity issue. The CEO of his company, Mike is pretending to be Matt Jones, a guy Lydia loves to hate, because he took the job she wanted.

The fact that she has no idea he's really Michael Bournham plays into the tension (and comedy) throughout the book, making their first kiss all the more sparked with questions and relief. While most first kisses are the opening of a wedge in what seems like an impossible conflict, in this scene, the kiss represents so much more, hidden away from the cameras and in a place that represents Lydia's feeling of being in a dead-end job.

She's just made a huge marketing pitch to her new boss, Matt, and their boss, Dave – a guy who led her on without telling her he was married, the short relationship well in the past – shot her down. Disappointment drives her, but what drives Matt/Mike is a sense of outrage that Dave, his own employee, would crush such initiative. 
A taste of protectiveness adds to the flavor of the scene:

Way back in eighth grade, Lydia had asked Joe Stillman to go to the Valentine’s Day dance with her. She was thirteen and had a mouth full of silver and a little bit of pudge around her waist that later became more pudge, and a bright smile, with an eager attitude of optimism. It was a Sadie Hawkins dance, so girls had to ask guys and Sandy and Pete had spent the better part of two weeks helping to shore up her confidence because of course Joey Stillman would say “yes”.
Of course he would.
Walking down the hallway to her office, holding it together so she could go find some quiet little dark cave burrowed out in the middle of steel and carpet corporate land, this moment reminded her of how it felt after Joey had pointed at her and laughed in front of all his friends and said, “Why would I want to go to a dance with you, Lydia chlamydia?” How she’d had to run past all the other kids at recess, lined up and laughing at her, sprinting as fast as she could for the safety of the girls room.
Hold it together Lydia, hold it together, she told herself and overall, she was. She was breathing in, she was breathing out, left foot forward, right foot forward. Body was in check, her emotions were held at bay, she was carrying her professional supplies and had the countenance of someone who was composed, who was calm, who had had a meeting that went poorly, right?
It happens all the time.
No big deal.
Brush it off, move on, next project.
Except Dave hadn’t even listened – that was clear. Matt surprised her, turning into quite an ally. A healthy dose of poor me and she could feel Eeyore Syndrome infecting her, the sob building in her chest, behind her very professional white shirt under her very professional Jones New York navy blue suit jacket and it rose up past her throat, past the pearls that Sandy had given her when she graduated high school, past the flush rising up her neck behind her ears, making her inner ears itch and her eyes about to start pouring tears out of a choked eyelid. If she didn’t find someplace safe soon, she was going to blow – and it was going to be bad.
Setting her paperwork down at her desk, she looked around. One of the big disadvantages of working in a cubicle farm was that there was absolutely no privacy. If you were going to break down you needed to find a bathroom stall or a supply closet or borrow someone’s empty office to do it. She knew, though, that there was no time. And then, she noticed the note, a post-it, Dave’s horrible scrawl:
I need my travel arrangements printed on blue copy paper, not white, so that I can color code everything for my trip.
The sigh that emerged from her felt like a roar. You have got to be fucking kidding me! she thought. This was how he was. He would make her take two hours to change the color schematics on a PowerPoint presentation. Dave had asked her, once, to fetch her coffee and she had shot him down, citing gender dynamics and the fact that it wasn’t in her job description. At the time, he'd respected that, but immediately had her work on changing the colors for his deck of slides. Wasting two hours of company time choosing between magenta and fuchsia was an absolutely critical aspect in raising the quality of his presentations.
And she had seen his presentations – he was right. They were so bad that the color scheme was pretty much the only thing that was remotely attractive or appealing or insightful. This kind of treatment was mind numbing and it turned her into a petulant, territorial office worker, the kind of woman she never wanted to become. Rising up the ranks – well, that’s what this presentation had been about and he didn’t even give her a chance, dismissing it out of hand.
He'd won on the damn coffee issue, too, about a year ago. Getting that double soy latte most days was so petty, but she turned it to her advantage, taking a half hour or more to just go for a walk and get away from it all. Dave only cared that he got what he wanted. He didn't notice her prolonged absence. She was just a tool.
Matt had taken the flash drive, but for what reason? Probably to steal her idea, right? No. No. Her mouth filled with salty saliva, the first warning that she was about to cry. No, because the presentation wasn’t even good enough for Dave to let her finish. So how could Matt use that against her? Why did he ask for the thumb drive?
Could it be that he actually cared? That he really thought there was merit to what she had poured herself into?
Damn it! If they had just listened she could have told them about the coalition of bloggers and independent bookstores and how she was close to getting a chance with the big booksellers online. Of small blogs, and big blogs, of writer co-ops and online forums where romance and erotic romance writers all joined together and worked to help each other. Of grabbing ad buys on those sites. Of planning Google words campaigns.
Of all of the different ways that Bournham Industries could help big business and could help to grab part of the sales that these women – that these voracious readers – produced.
But no. She had been given a pat on the head and a “that’s nice” and had been dismissed back to the kid’s table. The reality of that started to sink in and she could feel her ribcage shake, the hollowed out, gnawing pain in her gut, her hipbones pressing against the tightness of her tailored skirt, the despair seeping out – and could hear Sandy’s voice saying, “Oh, honey, just come home. We love you. We know you’re good, come work for us. Come back and be where you belong.”
That thought tipped her over.
Sprinting wasn’t an option in high heels and it would make a scene, just like sprinting had, in fact, made a scene back in eighth grade. Lydia chlamydia had stuck with her for a year and a half even though Joey Stillman had no idea what chlamydia was. He later owned up to the fact that he thought it just meant that she was fat.
“Fat?” she threw back at Joey their senior year in high school when they were all drinking out in his dad’s field and she had let the resentment (well, most of it) fade for the purposes of hanging out in the same group, of companionship, of having a clique of her own in high school that she couldn’t get kicked out of.
“Well, yeah you know, dude, I was thirteen. Don’t over analyze this Lyd.”
Walking on unsteady feet to get the damn blue copier paper to put in her printer to reproduce work that she had already done successfully for Dave, to meet his micro-managing, petty, delicate standards, she was never so grateful for the click of a door closing and for the deathly darkness of the supply closet.
The tears came fast, furious, and she pulled out a tissue that she had had stuffed in a breast pocket just in case. Lydia would leave here with red eyes and puffy circles above her cheekbones but she didn’t care, because right now she needed to get out months and months of hope. Exorcise it from her system. Kill it, burn it, destroy it, drive it out – because it was her biggest enemy right now.
Not Matt. Not Dave. Not her mother. Not Joey Stillman.

If he hadn’t seen her make a break for the supply room, he would have left it alone. If he hadn’t heard the tiniest of hitches in her breath as that door closed, he would have left it alone. If he hadn’t seen how her shoulders were slumped, how she carried the weight of the burden of her own expectations – a weight he understood all too well and that had grooved itself deep into his own shoulders and neck – he would have left it alone.
But he had seen all that, and so he couldn’t leave her alone.
He didn’t bother to knock when he approached the door, just opening it carefully, surprised to find the room pitch black. Fumbling for where he imagined the light switch would be, he heard her breath hitch in surprise. Fingers found the switch and he flipped it.
Funny – his own building and he didn’t know such a simple detail. One that allowed him to see her and allowed him to offer whatever comfort, as feeble as it might be, he could give. What he saw made his blood boil, made him rise up, made every animal instinct in him swell, his chest and shoulders squaring and spreading – because this was a woman wronged. A woman hurting, and in emotional pain because of a guy he employed. Because of a system that he led, that he was in charge of, that fed into this machinery of shame, preserving people who could play the game.
Rewarding them. Promoting them.
Instead, here she sat, curled up into a tiny little kitten ball, crying into a ream of paper.
“Oh God, not you,” she said, her voice shaky and dripping with contempt. “Really, as if my day hadn’t gone bad enough!” Lydia stumbled over her words, grasping to find whatever it was that she was searching for, eyes red-rimmed and teary, mascara that had been so meticulously set earlier now smeared. Her lips were raw from rubbing.
How he wished to make them raw from his own.
“I, Lydia, I just – I saw you – I didn’t...” His turn to stumble. He wasn’t a fumbler for words, not a hesitant man, and yet this new identity had him reeling. It dawned on him that there were no cameras rolling in this closet, no Jonah to worry about, no posturing. He could be himself – but not really. That was the problem with the game that he was playing. Maybe he and Dave weren’t so different after all. Both were poseurs.
None of that mattered, though, because what was important was that a woman he had an undeniable attraction to, who he couldn’t get out of his mind, who intrigued him more than half a dozen – as Jeremy put it – “toothpicks with boobs” had ever, ever done.
Mike knelt down and she flinched – flinched! – at the touch of his fingertips on her elbow. Reaching down, he offered his hand. “No!” She snatched her elbow back. “Leave me alone. If I want to sit on the floor and cry like a wimp, I’m going to and you can just...well, you can’t do anything about it!”
“You’re smearing mascara all over the binder clips.”
“I ordered those binder clips. At a discount by the way. Forty-three percent off. Saved Michael Bournham some money.” The cackling laugh was one of over the top outrage, a tone that said is this really happening to me? and that made him cringe.
“I don’t think Michael Bournham cares how much you spent on alligator clips,” he said. “I think he cares more that his employees feel comfortable presenting new ideas to their bosses, that they value initiative, and that no one is left cowering in a dark supply closet after giving a professional presentation that would blow the socks off of people two levels above you, Lydia. Dave is an idiot.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
“I think I just did.”
“What? You think I don’t know that Dave is an idiot?”
“No, I think you don’t know just how incredible the presentation is.” He pulled the thumb drive out of his pants pocket and dangled it over her, now crouching down, his knees inches from her body. His hand itched to touch her but he held back, knowing that she was the human equivalent of an injured animal and that he could either bond with her by gaining her trust right now – or threaten her and watch her shut down.
“I’m sure that when I look at your presentation, the full presentation that Dave didn’t let you give, that what I said a moment ago will be truer than ever. You’ve got great ideas. It’s a shame that no one at this company values them.”
“I could have told you that a long time ago,” she said, running her hands through her hair, the effect so sensual that he felt himself get rock hard instantly – and realized just how vulnerable she was.
She tilted her face up to him, eyes wide, body relaxed, the weeping gone, the pity party over, her face softening and asked, “Was it really that good, Matt?”
Her honest yearning broke that thin thread of restraint, that hand-tailored, bespoke, homespun thread and he leaned forward and answered her with a kiss.

All kisses are so much more than the press of lips against lips, the searching of tongues for answers in another person's gateway to the soul and heart, but when deception is at the core of the story, a kiss can be a taste of tension with an exotic flavor you can't quite name, with promises of so much more.

Maliciously Obedient (BBW Erotic Romance)
Getting caught reading Fifty Shades of Grey in the parking lot at work wasn't the best way for 25-year-old Lydia Charles to meet her boss. A boss she didn't know she had. Matt Jones now had the job she had been waiting to apply for (and win) for the past year, and to add insult to injury, he's the kind of guy her parents would adore.Damn it.
The only kid of six to choose to run off to Boston and leave behind her idyllic family in Maine, Lydia's determined to prove herself in the big city, but she has to keep Matt at arm's length. After a steamy elevator encounter that leaves her missing her panties – and most of her resolve – she decides that maybe it's time to let him get inside her. 
In more ways than one. 
But when Matt suddenly closes off she's upset and confused. When he also acts like he owns the place, she decides that malicious obedience – following his every command to the letter – will prove how much the department needs her creativity after he insists he knows best.
What Lydia doesn't know is that “Matt” is really Michael Bournham, the CEO of the company, part of an undercover reality television stunt. Keeping his hands off Lydia's luscious curves was becoming an exercise in restraint, but what was harder? Keeping his heart from her. 
For Michael, Lydia's malicious obedience ignited a night of unbridled passion in the office that made him forget everything – including the rolling cameras – until it was too late. When unscrupulous producers make their lovemaking viral, Michael pulls out all the stops and calls in every favor as Lydia...maliciously obeys.

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Julia Kent turned to writing romance novels after learning that she could not work as a fighter pilot because her fear of flying disqualified her. Turning to her second love, she became a dog groomer, but had to abandon that job after adopting too many strays. Writing about very real, very flawed people is a natural extension of her life and, well, her. She lives on the east coast with her partner, two small children, seventeen dogs that weigh less than fifteen pounds each, and a monthly consumption of Nutella, brie and french bread that makes cardiologists cringe.

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Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Author #13: Insatiable Reads Book Tour and Giveaway: Asteria by Tanya Korval...

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Listening In: Lucy Calls her Best Friend
Lucy is the heroine of my novel, Asteria: In Love with the Prince. I thought it might be fun to listen in as she talks to her best friend and man-eater Gwen about her new man, Prince Jagor. Lucy phones Gwen a few times in the book to ask advice (from the rooftop garden of a penthouse, from Monaco and from the palace) but I wrote this one especially for Belle’s Book Bag.


“It’s Lucy.”
“Mmn nmmmg-ang on...Sorry. Bagel. Hi, Luce. How’s his highness?”
“He took me to a casino.”
“A casino, in Monaco? Very James Bond. Wait, I need my hands.” Click.
“What do you mean, you need your hands?”
“The UN didn’t close down just because you ran off to Monaco with Prince Charming, you know. I have three speeches in three different languages to translate by the end of today. You called in my bagel break. I’ll have to eat while I console.”
“I don’t need consoling.”
“You usually need consoling.”
“I usually need advice, Gwen.”
“OK, what do you need advice on? Casinos? Double down on a hard eleven.”
“No, I—Actually, that would have been quite useful last night. He kept insisting I gamble. I think I lost about twenty thousand dollars.”
“I’m not surprised. You’re a librarian, not a gambler.”
“I’m a translator—“
“Who looks like a librarian. Anything else happen?”
“Luce? You’re doing one of your silences. What else happened?”
“Partway through the night, Jagor said he had a phone call, and he needed me to translate. So we borrowed the office of the guy who owns the casino, and the bodyguards waited outside.”
“They still don’t know that you’re—“
“No, they think I’m just his aide. I think his butler suspects.”
“OK, so what happened?”
“...There was no phone call.”
“Ohhh...tell me you did it up against the door!”
“On the desk.”
“On the desk?
“It was...not like the other times. Not kinky, just...really, really intense. Frantic. We’ve been sneaking around; being really careful. We...needed it, you know?”
“Mm-hmm. Barely time to get your panties off?”
“...he tore them off, actually.”
“Hmm. Taking what he wants already: and he hasn’t even made you his slave yet. Think what it’ll be like in Asteria.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that, Gwen. Being...owned.”
“I still say you’ll end up sold to some sheikh.”
“It’s not like that! In Asteria, it’s almost like marriage. The woman gives herself to the man. It’s kind of beautiful.”
“Is he brainwashing you?”
“I’m not saying I’m going to do it.”
“You’re not saying you’re not, either. Is it the real thing, with his highness?”
“Oh, that I’m sure about. Real as it gets. Heart going bing bang boom whenever he looks at me. Whole nine yards.”
“Well, then. You have a choice to make. Hey, tell me more about the sex—“ (Sound of coughing)
“Who was that?”
“Alice: she’s sitting next to me.”
Gwen! You put me on speaker?!
“I told you I needed my hands.”

Asteria - In Love with the Prince
His Lover

UN translator Lucy Snow sneaks into an embassy party and meets Prince Jagor, heir to the throne of the fabulously rich kingdom of Asteria. Their initial steamy kiss isn’t enough for the prince: he offers her a job as his personal aide and in the glamorous hotels and casinos of Monaco, they engage in a secret love affair.

His Slave
But in Asteria, women are 'owned' by their men, both in and out of the bedroom. Loving Jagor will mean accepting his collar...and his every command.
His Princess
Lucy must overcome the queen, the media and the will of the Asterian people if she's to be accepted as Jagor’s bride. And when the royal family is plunged into danger, Lucy must become stronger than she ever dreamed...

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I will give a $20 Amazon Gift Certificate to a randomly-chosen entrant. All you have to do to enter is email me ( within three days of this blog post going live with the answer to these two questions:

What object does Jagor give Lucy in the limo to the airport?

What does Jagor demand Lucy do when she visits him in his hotel room?

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I enjoy writing about private jets, luxury yachts, alpha males who know how to get exactly what they want and the women who bewitch them. You can find out about my latest releases on Twitter, Facebook or on my blog

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Tanya Korval is currently on virtual tour with 15 other awesome romance authors as part of the Insatiable Reads Book Tour. From March 4-31st, readers will be invited to enter for a chance to win a Kindle Paperwhite, free books, and other fun goodies. Readers will also be able to participate in author chats, get insights into writing and publishing romance, and collect story swag.

This week, Tanya Korval is touring with Julia Kent, Selena Kitt and Melanie Marchande.

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Insatiable Reads Book Tour

The Prince of Asteria (Asteria, #1)The Palace of Asteria (Asteria #2)The Princess of Asteria (Asteria, #3)The Fall of Asteria (Asteria, #4)