Saturday, June 18, 2016

#AnnetteBlair #EATINGBEESINBED … STEAMY! #Humorous #Contemporary #Romantic #Fantasy


McKenna Greylock is in desperate need of a jack-of-all-trades to help turn her Victorian home into a bed-and-breakfast. She has a tight budget and ninety days to meet the building inspector’s approval—or the house will be repossessed and purchased by a duplicitous developer.
To McKenna’s surprise, the gorgeous Bastian Dragonelli not only possesses the speed, strength, and agility to get the job done, but he sets her soul ablaze with a fiery passion she’s never experienced. If McKenna can accept Bastian’s true nature—as a dragon warrior—she’ll find her life heating up in more ways than one…
“Blair continues to delight and amaze her fans with her mystical tales and magnificent talent.” ~Reader to Reader Reviews
 I can’t wait to read another of Blair’s novels.” ~Romance Junkies
McKenna Greylock, still mourning the deaths of her mother and grandmother, is trying to fulfill a dream of turning the rundown family home into a bed-and-breakfast. When she hires Bastian Dragonelli, a handyman whose rudimentary grasp of English is hilariously literal, she does not suspect that he is a dragon warrior on a mission to save his brothers. Despite wanting to keep her distance, McKenna is curiously drawn to Bastian. Blair’s unusual paranormal features charming characters, rich relationships, an inviting community, and sensuous lovemaking, all rolled up in a rollicking good read." ~Diana Tixier Herald, Booklist 
"Forget the demons, give me the dragons! Full of suspense, humor, and romance, this novel is sure to please any paranormal or fantasy fan. For anyone who read the author's previous novels, you will be treated to a cameo or two ... one more way the author makes her stories special. Annette Blair is one in a billion!" ~Detra Fitch, Huntress Reviews

“A laugh-out-loud read. It is in her characters that Blair’s talent shines. Their dialogue sparkles so much you’ll need sunglasses.” ~Ann, formerly of Scribesworld

If you love paranormal romance, if you love good conquering evil, if you love dragons, goofy faeries, and the like, you will love this book… Annette Blair never fails to make me want more. When can I get the next one Ms. Blair? Tomorrow is not too soon. ~Doni, Romance in the Backseat

Blair's first story in [this] series introduces wonderfully magical dragon men. The adjustments the hero must make to fit into this modern world are delightfully handled, and the main characters' interactions with each other, and those around them make for a fun and enjoyable escape from reality. HOT. ” ~Susan Mobley, RT

A highly entertaining magical read. Annette Blair once again proves why she’s on my auto buy list. Everything I have ever read by this author has a place on my keeper shelf. I can’t wait to see where she takes this series next. I have to admit, I cried at the end. A truly heartfelt sigh worthy ending. I highly recommend this book to all lovers of magic and true love. ” ~Chere Gruver, ParaNormalRomance

 Dear Reader,

I've been gobsmacked! I hit the New York Times Bestseller List last year! Talk about a milestone. Hugs and thanks for making this possible. I could never have done it without you.

It's been seven years since I left my job as a Development Director at a New England Prep School to become a full time writer, and I am still loving the daylights out of it.

I didn't always know I wanted to be a writer, but I discovered Jane Eyre soon after I got my first library card. I was eleven and put a romantic spin on every story I read. I wrote romances about friends and their boyfriends. Racy stuff for which my friends' mothers did not thank me.

When my children were young, I jotted plot ideas on corners of envelopes, recipe cards, and such, and threw them in my nightstand. After discussing a romance novel with my teenaged daughter, she challenged me to write one of my own. That day, I sorted through my plot ideas, picked one, and started. I didn't know what I was doing, but I had a good time. Then I made my first sale.

As a writer, I've journeyed to Regency England; Victorian Amish America, twenty-first century Salem, Massachusetts, Newport, Rhode Island, and Mystic, Connecticut. I started by falling in love and now I'm solving mysteries. I've befriended a host of sassy, sexy witches who tantalize and torment the dishy men in their lives.

Hopefully, those same characters, witches and rogues alike, will make some magic for you.

My books are available in ebook, trade paperback, mass market paperback, and audio book formats. Recently I re-released The Rogues Club, a series of Regency Historical Romances. UNDENIABLE ROGUE, UNFORGETTABLE ROGUE, UNMISTAKABLE ROGUE & UNTAMABLE ROGUE They're Unputdownable.

After the Rogues came the Scoundrels: SEA SCOUNDREL, CAPTIVE SCOUNDREL, PROPER SCOUNDREL & HOLY SCOUNDREL, all available for your reading pleasure.

My all-time favorite authors are Agatha Christie, Jane Austin and Charlotte Bronte.
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EATING BEES IN BED is a new and improved version of Naked Dragon. One minor character was replaced by another from my backlist so as not to use characters from books still owned by Random House. This is a STEAMY Contemporary Romantic Fantasy. I did a complete rewrite, making improvements, guided by many of the critiques I found in your reviews. It has been re-edited by a professional. A sincere thank you to my wonderful readers who took the time to review the original with positive reinforcement and constructive criticism.

Five steamy stories to swoon over in one package

“Five steamy stories to swoon over in one package.”

By Niambi Brown Davis

Lily Lomax thinks nothing can touch her in her country hideaway lavender farm—her sanctuary. Till one sizzling, lusty night-out-of-time she meets rugged, best-selling author, Tony Marchand. And from that moment on there is no sanctuary—especially for Lily’s heart.

Sweet Island Temptation
By Sammie Ward

When Chyna Daniels gets dumped by the man she loves, her girlfriend whisks her away to Jamaica to mend her broken heart. Soon, on a Montego Bay beach, she meets Nelson Portis with a body that makes her vibrate just by looking at him. Chyna tries to fight her attraction to the handsome Jamaican, but he won’t be deterred by her cold shoulder. And Chyna finds herself fighting a losing battle against his charms…

Man on the Run
By Gail Hamilton

Lydia Marshall is determined to collect the last sample dosages of an experimental drug that is in the hands of test subject, nerdish Damone Reid. The drug—a love potion developed to make losers in love find a mate—is being recalled due to side effects. But the tall, shy, computer programmer has developed his own ideas on improving his love life. And they include running off with the flabbergasted Lydia!

Never Say No to Love
By Dominque LeSane

When a forty-something bored divorcee decides to have a night out with her BFF she had no intention of hooking up with anyone—especially some gorgeous tall, dark and sexy dancer who is years younger than herself. She certainly has no inkling that a brief, erotic interlude will change her life forever…

Mountain Love
By Tinisha Johnson

Dahlia Ray, a hard-working paralegal disenchanted with life and love, just wants to enjoy a much needed getaway at a mountain cabin in Colorado. No muss. No fuss. No men. She doesn’t count on one hunky Denver Bronco football player introducing her to a weekend of lust and fun. And when the liaison promises more, she panics…

Niambi Brown Davis is an avid reader, writer, fact junkie, hobbyist photographer, a lover of travel and the tropics. She was born in Philadelphia, PA, and raised on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She and her family lived for many years in Washington, DC and for three and a half years, made the Republic of Trinidad & Tobago their home. In addition to Sanctuary, Niambi’s works include From Dusk to Dawn, her first full-length novel, Love’s Redemption, a romance graphic novel, and the novella Sabor a Mi. She has researched and written African-American history radio scripts for SI Communications. Niambi has written for Travel and Enjoy Magazine, Travel Lady Magazine, The Queen Anne’s County Record Observer and for Dorchester Publication’s women’s magazines. She was also a contributing columnist to MyRomanceStory.com. Aside from travel and writing, Niambi is an avid reader of historical fiction, and deeply involved in tracing the history of both branches of her family tree. Her day job is running the business of Sand and Silk, Niambi’s own line of handcrafted bath and body products. 

Sammie Ward is a fiction and nonfiction writer, who has written over fifty short stories and health articles in her literary career. She has written for Black Romance, Black Confessions, Black Secrets, Bronze Thrills, Jive, True Black Experience, and True Confessions Magazine. She's the author of the novels, In The Name of Love, Love To Behold, 7 Days, It's In The Rhythm (Genesis Press), and Lace & Honor. She is currently working on several novels including the sequel to 7 Days titled, Quarter To Midnight. She's also the CEO/Founder of Lady Leo Publishing. She loves to hear from fans. Drop her an email at: .

Gail Hamilton loves writing romance novels full of adventure and the kind of struggle for love that warms your heart. She has also taught English, written advertising and camped across the Sahara Desert to Timbuktu and back.

After a long taste of Toronto city life, she is back on the family farm in rural Ontario, Canada, where she revels in the lively country life and watches the flocks of wild birds crowding her beaver pond while she hatches new plots for delightful reading to come. Her two Siamese cats, Rum and Raisin, are always ready to comment critically when asked.

A prolific writer, Gail has published numerous romance novels with Harlequin Books and Arrow Publications.

Dominique LeSane loves all things romance. An avid reader of romance stories since she was a teen, Dominique loves writing about love, relationships, and is always hopeful for a happy ending. The author of several novellas, including When Love Calls and romantic shorts such as Never Say No To Love, Dominique loves to keep her writing sexy and promises to keep her readers wanting more. 

Tinisha Johnson is a freelance writer and screenwriter. She resides in Denver, CO with her family. She's written various novels, e-books, articles, and self-help publications.

Bad Beats by C.L. Riley #ReleaseBlitz ♪ #Excerpt ♫ #RockstarAlert ♪ $20 #Giveaway @GeniesGalore @iScream_Books


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He's a household name. Posters of his tattooed body are plastered across bedroom walls from San Francisco to Singapore. Women want to be with him. Men want to be him. He's brash, bold, and bossy as hell, and he is about to become my employer and my step-brother, which wouldn't be so bad; except ...

He's already been my lover.

Hot Scoop Magazine's Sexiest Performer Alive, Sean 'Shag' Steal, is the front-man for Crude Element, the hottest band on the scene. With every song he pens, blazing up the charts, he's got the world at his feet.

Attempting to change his public image as a kinky, womanizing pig, hasn't stopped his wayward ways. I should know.

He played me his music. He played with my body. And he played with my heart, leaving it tattered in tiny painful pieces, nearly broken beyond repair.

I was finally putting the pieces back together, when his mother and my father decide to blindside us. They're getting married!

Could things get any worse? The answer to that question is a resounding yes.

Pushed by my dad to replace Shag's former PA, I find myself working for the one man who lives to torment me. He won't take 'no' for an answer, and he always gets what he wants. This time he wants me back in his bed, at least until our parents say, 'I do.' I have to resist. There is no way I can handle another heartbreak.

If only he hadn't earned his silly nickname because of his 'shagging' skills, resisting would be so much easier.

Warning: This book is for mature audiences and contains sexual situations, language, and subject matters some readers may find offensive. If you like dark, damaged bad boys, you're in the right place.

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Excerpt from Bad Beats © C.L. Riley 2016

The lights on the small stage explode to life, revealing the band. I don’t waste a second looking at anyone but Shag. He’s all I see, bathed in a blue spotlight and looking like the rock god he’s been referred to so often.

“Welcome winners!” he yells, as if he’s on massive stage, in a stadium of thousands, not a room with three hundred people.

The audience cheers their approval.

“Let’s fucking rock this ship right out of the water!”

And they do.

For the next hour, Shag and his band weave a web of musical madness that’s impossible to resist. Shag’s the spider, luring us in with his dark and dangerous persona. He’s an impeccable front-man, giving the audience everything they could possibly want and then some.

More than once his smoldering gaze finds mine and he grins. Another time he winks. There is no hiding his interest. Shag Steal may be entertaining everyone else, but he’s enticing me with a personal performance that has my heart racing and my panties damp.

Just so you know, I’ve read more than a few romance novels where the heroine refers to her wet panties. I always discarded the over-used reference as an exaggeration specific to the genre.

Now I know the books were right and I was wrong. Damp panties are real, and I’m wearing them.

I’m also positive I am not the only one in desperate need of a cold shower, especially with Shag looking like he does. His bare chest and six-pack glisten with sweat, drawing my gaze to his body-hugging leathers, a different pair than he wore during the Portland concert. They lace up the front, reminiscent of David Lee Roth’s signature eighties style.

But what makes the pants so hot is the way Shag fills them. He’s packing some serious size beneath those laces. The drool-worthy bulge is even bigger than I remember from that first, hometown show. Considering at this venue his crotch is just a few feet from my face, it’s no wonder he seems larger than life.

Two songs ago, he tossed me his t-Shirt, and I’m clinging to the sweaty garment like it’s my life preserver. Every few seconds, his uniquely male scent drifts up from the shirt, adding to my desire. It takes all my self-control to resist the insane urge to bury my nose in the cool cotton.

Robin isn’t helping matters. She keeps passing me straight shots. I don’t do straight shots. At least I didn’t use to.

Because of those shots, I’ve surpassed the tipsy phase, something that’s happened more in the past week than in the last year. The night we used our gift cards to shop for the cruise, I was buzzed. By the pool today, I was feeling no pain. And now…now I’m ready to seduce Shag and worry about the emotional price tag tomorrow.

So much for my stance on limiting any self-indulgent behavior…I’m failing miserably in that regard and can’t make myself care. What I do care about is the man who owns the stage and perhaps even a tiny piece of me.

His next words lodge in my heart, like an arrow from Cupid’s bow, sending a surge of heat spiraling through me. I lean into Robin, and she nudges me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I’d like to play you a song I wrote while most of you were enjoying a kick ass meal. My band doesn’t know about it yet, and I don’t have a title. I hope you’re cool with an acoustic version of what I believe is a future hit. Did I mention I’m turning into a certified cat lover?”

Robin pokes me. “Cat lover, huh? Whatever could he mean?”

I take the shot glass from her and throw back my head, letting the bitter liquid burn a fiery trail down my throat. “Maybe he likes felines,” I tease back.

She raises her brow and I stick out my tongue.

Someone from Shag’s crew brings him a stool and hands over a guitar, putting an end to our banter.

The room quiets and chairs shuffle as people sit. Robin pulls me down with her, giving my thigh a pat. I sink into the cushions, keeping my gaze trained on Shag. He adjusts the instrument, his expression thoughtful.

After what feels like forever, he looks up and shoots us his trademark smirk. It doesn’t matter that he’s about to premiere a song he wrote while I was napping and everyone else was eating, he appears cool and utterly confident.

He fixes his gaze on me and strums his fingers across the guitar’s strings, launching into a soulful rock ballad that makes my arm hairs stand up and take notice. Goosebumps trail over my skin and I’m immediately lost in the lyrics.

The song is about a man longing for a woman so bad it hurts. He refers to the woman as Cat and makes use of several clever word plays to insert some petting and purring references into the story. Rather than being cheesy, the cat contrasts add a hint of humor to an otherwise serious song of seduction and bring a unique twist to a tale about a tormented man desperate for a torrid affair with a woman he should leave alone.

Mentions of emerald eyes and a red halo of hair…his very own Tabby Cat, eliminate any mystery about who he’s longing for.

He. Wants. Me.

He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s going to get me.


Just the thought of us together sends a coil of heat through my core. I shift, trying to relieve the pressure and refocus my attention on the lyrics not the ache between my legs.

The verse that touches me most describes how the woman he wants is out of his league and explains he is no good for her, and then goes on to clarify that in the end he will corrupt her, destroying her innocence.

Had the lyrics been lacking, it wouldn’t have mattered, because Shag’s voice is intoxicating, like the finest wine, aged to perfection. It wraps around me like a lush fur blanket, caressing my soul and making me realize how much I want to be corrupted, as long as it’s Shag doing the corrupting.

The man has far more going for him than simple charisma and charm, and he’s not just talented, he’s undeniably gifted. He shines brighter than any star and easily makes the sun pale in comparison to the energy that emanates from him. As for sex appeal, he has it in spades, no one could ever question his shameless sensuality, but it’s more than that.

I’ve seen sexy, talented men before but none who have affected me the way Shag Steal is affecting me now. I feel like I’m the only woman in the world who can satisfy his insatiable appetite, and I’m convinced he alone is the one man who can quench my thirst. It’s as if I’ve been wandering in the desert and he’s the oasis, a place of refuge and release.

There is no denying that whatever this thing is between us has me spellbound. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to. The mystery adds to the magic, making me tremble all over. If I sit here another second, I’m afraid I’ll melt. Robin will have to scrape me off the floor.

Not sure how to handle the tsunami of sensations, I bolt from the loveseat, desperate to find a safe harbor where I can compose myself in the midst of the storm.

The women’s restroom is the closest sanctuary I can think of. So I make a beeline through the audience, trying not to step on any feet along the way. Sadly, I’m not successful. I stumble, and someone, thank God, keeps me from a face plant.

Mumbling an apology, I keep moving, determined to escape what now feels like a room full of vultures eager to pick me to pieces.

When I finally enter the hallway that leads to the bathrooms, my legs turn to JELL-O. Slumping against the wall, I struggle to stay upright.

Rough hands grab my shoulders and I’m yanked against a hard body. At first I think its Shag, but the smell is all wrong. After spending time practically snorting his shirt, I’m confident in my ability to recognize his scent.

This man smells like whisky and musk, a combination that turns my stomach.

“Where are you running off to? We’ve got unfinished business.”

“What...?” My mind is foggy and doesn’t compute his comment, thanks to all the shots.

“Poolside, this morning. Your friend chased me off before I could tell you how much I like women like you.”

Placing my palms against his chest, I push. “Women like me?”

“Full-figured, sexy, and trying to pretend like they don’t want it.”

The fog clears just enough for me to process his words, and I’m pissed. I know I should be afraid, considering he has me pinned against a wall, but instead I’m seeing red. This asshole just called me fat and accused me of cock-blocking.

I do what any insulted woman would, knee him in the groin.

Only problem, I miss. Now he’s angry and running his mouth.

“You little bitch. You think that rock-star likes you. Please. You should feel lucky I want to fuck you.”

This time, I stomp on his foot. I don’t miss and he yelps, releasing me.

Before I can think to move, Omar, Shag’s security guard, the one who walked me to my first ever meal onboard, is between me and Mr. Stalker, shoving him back.

A second later, a shirtless blur appears.

My vision is tunneling and I’m not sure what’s happening. I think the blur is Shag, which makes no sense since I still hear music. Closing my eyes, I try to fight the dizziness that I suspect is a result of the booze. I’ve lost count of how many shots I swallowed down.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to throw up.

Yep. I am.

Unable to stop the inevitable, I bow over and spew out the cause of my distress.

With my stomach empty, I slide down the wall and land on my ass, right before the world goes dark.

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About C.L. Riley’s ‘Backstage/Groupie Days’

Concert Groupie Collage

 When was the first time you went backstage? What band was it?

The first time I went backstage was in 1979. I was fourteen. I know. I know. I lied about my age a lot and looked way older. The concert was in Portland, OR, at the Paramount Theatre. The band was The Cars.


Who was your first rock-star crush? Did you ever meet that person?

My first crush was Paul Stanley, from KISS; I was just 10 when I plastered my walls with KISS posters. My first rock album was KISS Alive. And yes, I did meet Paul Stanley and KISS. It was during the timeframe when they had stopped wearing their makeup…bummer.


Did you know anyone before they were famous?

When I was around fifteen, Courtney Love lived in Portland, OR, and hung out with our ‘group.’ We went to some concerts together, danced at the same underage clubs, and in all honestly, I was annoyed with her because I felt like she’d ‘stolen’ my best friend, Robin. I named one of my characters in Bad Beats after Robin. I have not remained close with Courtney though we have communicated a couple of times in recent years. She is a very fascinating person.


Who were your favorite bands to ‘party’ with?

That’s a hard question. So many of the guys were a blast. I’ll tell you who I couldn’t stand: Van Halen. They treated women like dogs. I loved Def Leppard and AC/DC. Even rode back to the hotel party in AC/DC’s limo. Limo rides were a big deal back then, especially when you're with the band. One time, I had all of Night Ranger piled in my tiny car! I drove Rick Savage from Def Leppard back to the hotel…I didn’t go home until morning. Wink. Wink.


What kinds of memorabilia did you collect while hanging out with the bands?

Of course, things like guitar picks and drumsticks, t-shirts etc. I had a really cool robe from China that I got from Chris Glenn (Bass Player, MSG) and a pair of brown socks from Michael Schenker (Lead Guitar, MSG). I have numerous Do Not Disturb door-hangers from hotels and coasters from bars. Yes, I had fake ID. It was the Eighties! I have a great selection of autographs, including Roger Daltrey from The Who.


Was there a group you wanted to meet but never had the chance?

A couple. The biggie was The Rolling Stones. I saw them in concert, in 1982, at the Seattle Kingdome, but went with a guy to the show. I liked this guy a lot, and he was my Mick Jagger substitute, but I regret never meeting the real Mick Jagger. I never saw Led Zepplin or Pink Floyd either.


Best Rock-Star kiss?

Another tough question…really tough. Jake E Lee (Lead Guitar, Ozzy Osbourne), Doc Neesen (Lead Singer, Angel City), Neil Murray (Bass, White Snake), Brian Johnson (Lead Singer, AC/DC)


 about the author
C.L. Riley is an author with four books to her credit...under a different name. A name she intends to keep top secret. (If you know the "real" C.L., keep it hush-hush, please!) And no, she's not some huge, blockbuster author with a seven figure income, though she'd be all right with that.
She loves to read almost anything, but has a major soft spot for broken, bad boy, alpha males, and has found a new love for MC (biker) romances. She enjoys reading and writing romance, dark fantasy, erotic suspense, paranormal, urban fantasy, new adult... Whoa! Let's slow it down! Clearly, she is fond of reading and writing an array of diverse stories.
She lives in Oregon with her son, just home from college, her teenage daughter, and several furry friends. Her sense of humor is at times a bit over the top, and she’s not one to keep her thoughts to herself. She’s been called, warm, encouraging, and zany…amongst other things.
Her readers mean the world to her, and she welcomes friendly dialogue and hopes you will connect with her on social media. 
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