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Monday, June 30, 2014

An Interview with Author Emily Walker...

Title: Why Yellow Jackets Can’t Find the Hole

Release date: June 1st

Author: Emily Walker

Genre: NA Comedy

The Yellow Jackets are a group of young men in their early twenties who have taken a vow of sexual purity. But making a vow and keeping a vow is two different things. Each of them struggle in one way or the other to remain sexually unscathed. Bryant, one of the Jackets, has moved off campus from the all-boys school and finds himself neighbors to a very tantalizing beauty. Only this girl is much more than she seems, and unbeknownst to Bryant, she makes it her mission in life to take his virginity. Bryant and his roommates, in the meantime, are slowly discovering that all of their fellow Yellow Jackets have secrets. Not to mention that there’s a spy in their midst—one who is doing everything he possibly can to expose the fact that the Yellow Jackets are not as ‘pure’ as they all seem.


1.      How long have you been an author? I’ve always loved to write, but I started really pursuing this about three years ago.

2.      What is your favourite genre? Science Fiction
3.      If someone hasn't read any of your work, what book would you recommend they start with and why? The Extractor, it is my short story, and what I truly love to write, horror.

4.      What is the biggest surprise you’ve discovered about the writing process? It’s amazing once you get going and the ideas start to flow.

5.      Can you tell us about one of your current works in progress? I am currently working on The Kingdom. It is a horror novel that deals with what happens if animals suddenly turn on humanity.

6.      Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about you. I have a beauty channel on YouTube.

7.      Name your top three writing goals? Publish 3 books this year, Make an Amazon bestseller list, Write my YA Dystopian Fantasy.

Fun Questions -

1.      If you had a warning label, what would it say? Prone to sporadic outbursts of completely random nonsense.

2.      If you had the chance to meet one of your characters privately, who would it be and what would you do? I think I would like to meet my character from The Kingdom, Amber, and slap her for thinking the way she does.

3.      What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done? I stole a joke book in the 3rd grade from someone else and got caught. I hate people who steal, I think it’s a low thing to do, and I will forever be ashamed.

4.      Finally, can you give us your contact links?

Thank you so much for having me on today!! I enjoyed your questions!


Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Who'd Like a Hot M/M Paranormal Roamnce? Check out Eva Lefoy's Darkest Flowers & Comment to WIN a Copy...

Hot older men know how to please in Darkest Flowers by Eva Lefoy
Publisher: MLR Press

Sometimes it’s hard to find a story featuring an older protagonist. By older I mean not in his 20’s. In other words, a grown man. Henri Muller, the protagonist in Darkest Flowers, is in his 40’s. At the time the story opens, he’s in graduate school for his second career. He’s never really had love and the twenty-something college guy he was seeing just cheated on him. In reality, Henri doesn’t need a new boytoy, he needs someone more his age. Enter Ambrose.

Now, with vampires it’s difficult to tell their ages exactly. They’re kind of like women – don’t ask, it’s impolite. But you can be sure they are probably older than they appear. I don’t know how old Ambrose is, but he retains a youthful appearance –sometimes by a kind of magical glamor—enough to stimulate Henri’s attraction to be sure! When we meet Ambrose he’s all alone and has a greenhouse full of young men he’s already taken their full “bloom” from and then discarded. What he really desires above all else is a mate. Maybe what Ambrose needs is an older, wiser man as well.

So... in a humid, warm greenhouse full of carnivorous plants two men find each other. It’s part magic, part sexual attraction. What makes it work might surprise you – Henri needs Ambrose’s cold to live.

Here’s more about Darkest Flowers AND I’m doing a giveaway today of an ebook copy of Darkest Flowers in either mobi, pdf or epub formats. Leave a comment with your pick of hot older men and I’ll choose a winner.

Thanks for reading!



Botanist Henri Muller will do almost anything for a flowereven brave a forest fire. Scarred and heartbroken, he journeys to a greenhouse run by a reclusive proprietor with a mysterious green thumb and a potent sexuality. Henri’s startled by their passionate encounter, but when he discovers the vampire’s bite soothes his tormented body and soul he longs to stay though the cure is deadly.

Ambrose is a shy monster with a lonely heart. Will Henri choose to become his mate or will he let Ambrose wilt and die like a neglected flower? With each passing day, Ambrose grows weaker...


Ambrose took him by the hand and led him to the side of the greenhouse near the door he’d entered. From there they went into a special section that felt almost like a shrine. Inside was a single corpse flower. The largest Henri had ever laid eyes upon. Ambrose let go of his hand and the two stood side by side, studying the bloom. “It’s magnificent.”
“I come here sometimes in the evenings, just to be in its presence.” Ambrose sighed and stroked his cock, leaving Henri no doubt what Ambrose did here. Both sights sent a rush of illicit desire through him. The petals of the flower had pulled open, exposing the spadix, which stood approximately eight feet tall. The large cock-like structure before him and the sound of Ambrose’s quickened breathing beside him had his own hardened length aching for a good stroking. “Don’t you find it very…pleasing?”
“Oh, yes.” Especially since the flower must have bloomed the day before and most of the rotten meat smell had evaporated. Right now, all Henri smelled was pre-cum, man and flowers. Impossibly, his member hardened even more. He stifled a groan.
“I love to come here. It’s my favorite spot.” Ambrose spoke softly as he pressed his front to Henri’s backside and reached around to grasp his leaking shaft with his delicate hand. Henri shivered from a sudden chill.
“My God. You’re so c-cold.” A tremor wracked him from head to toe.
“I’ll be warmer soon. I promise.” Ambrose’s frozen prick settled into the dip between Henri’s ass cheeks.
He gasped at the hard cylinder of ice pressing into him, unrelenting in its length, impossibly firm, promising punishing satisfaction his body craved. Henri whimpered and opened himself, arching his head back and thrusting his cock forward into Ambrose’s freezing hand.
“Yes, my love. You feel the heat between us as well. Let me slake your thirst.”
Ambrose’s touch was chilly, but his hot words were almost a growled command in Henri’s ear. Henri shuddered with pleasure as Ambrose’s tongue flicked along his neck, then was replaced by a scrape of his teeth. He reached back and grabbed the man’s hip, not wanting to part from even one small inch of him. God, the coldness felt good. “Yes, Ambrose. God, please. It’s been so long and I need to come.”
“And you shall.” Ambrose kept up a maddening slow pace with his hand. The other reached around to tease Henri’s right nipple. Henri didn’t have time to explain how the fire had left his skin curiously sensitive on that side, before the almost painful caress pulled him to the edge.
“Ambrose,” he panted. “I’m going to come.” The greenhouse spun, heady scents enveloping him just as surely as the man at his back held him inescapably in his tender grasp.
“Yes.” Ambrose’s tongue snaked between Henri’s parted lips. The organ was so long it filled Henri’s mouth and made its way to the back of his throat and he quivered imaging the tongue inside his ass.
Captured in Ambrose’s firm grip, overtaken with lustful need, Henri surrendered to the burning ache. He screamed around Ambrose’s tongue and spread his trembling thighs. From between them, hot cum surged up and out his shaft so forcefully it hurt. He hadn’t been this raw, this overwhelmed by sex in years. As jet after jet coated Ambrose’s hand, he convulsed against him like a rag doll.
“Watch the flower,” Ambrose whispered in his ear.
It took effort to drag his attention from the last spasms of his orgasm to the enormous flower, but when he did, he gasped. The spadix seemed to lengthen before his eyes and quiver in time to Henri’s contractions. Suddenly the beads of sweat stuck to his chest, the fecund air around him, and Ambrose’s touch all merged into one. A primal connection formed between man, flower and sex. All thoughts of scientific study fled his mind. This wasn’t about botany. This was pure, unadulterated sexuality as he’d never experienced it before.



Author Bio and Contact:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.



Wow, Eva, that's one hot excerpt. It's always a pleasure to host you of course. In answer to your question, I always thought Richard Gere was kinda hot for an older guy, then there's George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Hugh Jackman, Johnny I could go on and on here.

So you heard it folks. Leave a comment on this post, let Eva know which older man you think is hot and leave your email address' for a chance to win it!

Eva will be announcing her winner on Wednesday July 2nd.

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Not Quite Shakespeare with Author Sarah Madison...

Removing the Destructive “Shoulds” from Your Vocabulary

I had a discussion this evening with a family member that made me see red. Without going into a lot of details, decisions have to be made and major lifestyle changes have to be instituted.  I listened with growing annoyance as a family member made excuses for not checking his personal email, and for why he couldn’t take time off from work right now, so busy you know. My sympathy for his work schedule, which up until the last six months was identical to mine, faded when he told me that he was taking some time off to play golf at a time share that he just had to use or lose the slot. Likewise, my empathy for his constrained finances shrank when cutting back for him meant going to South America this summer instead of Europe because Europe is so expensive, you know.

No, I don’t know. And I don’t think anyone who has a fricking wine cellar in their basement get to poor-mouth to me about their tightened circumstances. In fact,  no one who has a housekeeper and makes six times my annual income gets to complain to me about how bad the economy is, and how hard things are at work right now. I was in the process of building a good head of righteous indignation when two things occurred to me in rapid order.
One: my brother will make an awesome villainous character in a novel some day.

Two: he is really not obligated in any circumstances to do anything differently than what he is actually doing.
Oh, sure. We all know what the right thing would be to do. But just like Fanny Dashwood in Sense and Sensibility, who manages in short order to persuade both her husband and herself that they have indeed, done their duty by John’s stepmother and half-sisters, while yet condemning them to poverty, it is easy for someone to wave their hands and say, “I’ve done all I can do.”

The problem is not my brother’s response to the situation, but my reaction to it.

We are by nature, competitive beasts. That can be a good thing when it drives us to reach for higher goals, or forces us to work harder than we thought possible. But it is a bad thing when we keep comparing ourselves to others and falling short. When the competitiveness actually hobbles us, we need to let it go. This was the thought that dawned on me as I listened to my brother ‘one up’ me on how difficult his situation was compared to mine. I could have cut him down to size with a few chosen sentences. It wouldn’t have mattered. Because in his mind, he was hard up and that was all there was to it.

And I had no control over that.

Sure, he SHOULD have been willing to be more helpful than he was. But I had no control over that. And that was a bit of a revelation, to be honest. I had to let it go. Is my brother a tool? Perhaps, but not in his mind. Am I laughing at him behind his back? Yes, yes, I am.

And that was liberating.

So I began looking at the things that have been upsetting me lately, and deciding which things I have control over and which I do not.

I SHOULD be in a better financial position than I am. That would seem obvious. I’ve worked hard my entire life. I followed the rules, got a good education, paid my bills, worked six days a week for decades. Sadly, I have next to nothing to show for it. A financial Black Hole of a house that I can’t sell without putting more money into its gaping maw, no retirement plan, and bills that exceed income almost every month.

But you know what? I know a lot of people in the same leaky boat. I got there by deciding to forgo a better paying job so I could serve as a caretaker to my father in his final years, so he would not have to go into a nursing home. Then the economy tanked, and no matter how hard I worked, I couldn’t make ends meet. This is a ‘should’ I need to let go of. I chose to walk this precarious, crumbling path on the side of a forbidding mountain because I thought it was the right thing to do. I still do.

I SHOULD be selling more books. Well, no. I mean, I have no control over that. I can promote myself silly, but ultimately, people will have to decide for themselves to read my works and I have no control over whether they love or hate them. All I can do it write the best story possible and hope other people enjoy it, too.

I SHOULD be thinner. Well, duh. Most people want that. But you know what? I’m dealing with a lot of crap right now, and I’m managing the best I can. I’m going to cut myself a little slack on that one. Yes, I do have more control over this than some other things in life, but you know what? There’s a reason people with low incomes struggle with weight. Cheez Doodles are cheap.

And so on, and so on. I went through most of the things that have been tearing me apart lately, and like Elsa in Frozen, I just let my fears go. No, I don’t have a retirement plan. No, there isn’t someone like me who will be my advocate when I’m old and can’t make good decisions for myself. Yes, my own health issues make my future a very scary thing for me. But worrying and stewing and getting angry over these things hasn’t changed my circumstances by one iota.

What I need to focus on the things that are under my control.

I SHOULD be writing more books each year, that is, if I want writing to help pay the bills. Yes, and no. Writing for the sake of production, churning out stories I don’t believe in and don’t care about for the sake of paying the electric bill? No, I can’t do that. But writing stories I love and am proud of—yes, this I can do. This I SHOULD do.  This I WILL do.

And if you love writing with your whole heart, so should you.

Blurb: Take a ride to Northern Scotland on the famous train, the Jacobite, and rediscover desire. Get lost in the Peace Maze in Northern Ireland during a downpour and let a handsome young redhead come to the rescue. Take a tour of historical Blackpool on the English coast and set the stage for the perfect romance. From England to the outer isles, the UK holds treasure troves of romance, history, intrigue, and—naturally—quirky British humor. Not Quite Shakespeare samples it all in fifteen stories.

A man in London makes an accident confession of sexual need to a virtual stranger who happens to be his boss. An American revisits West Sussex and rekindles an old flame with a romp in the stables. A couple finds their perfect third while vacationing on a pig farm in Yorkshire. In the office, on the race track, or in the kitchen baking bread—romance in the UK is alive and well, and full of sweet surprise.

Excerpt from Chanctonbury Ring:

Tarq’s hair was as wild as ever, but some London barber had cut it in such a way as to free it from its heavy weight so that it stood up in spiky disarray. The most fashionable New York metrosexual would give up his club memberships up if his hair would do what Tarq’s did naturally, the bastard. So. Not. Fair.
“So why wouldn’t you sell?”

Why wouldn’t he sell? What would Tarq do if he answered with the truth? I want to live where you are.
Instead, Denny shrugged. “I still have dual citizenship. I don’t have any family back in the U.S. anymore. Besides, I can write from anywhere, as long as there’s internet.”

“The taxes will eat you here, but then you probably know that. I thought you were getting married.”
It was tempting to point out that Tarq was well-informed for someone who professed not to have kept tabs on his life.

“It didn’t work out.” The abruptness of his reply startled him. He heard the anger and resentment there and it surprised him that he still felt so strongly. Breaking off the engagement had been the right thing to do—getting engaged in the first place had been the mistake. But he could still recall Angela’s stinging verbal backhand as she ended their relationship.

I refuse to be the Alma to your Ennis.
The sad thing is, she’d been right.

Sarah Madison Author Bio and Contact Information

Bio: Sarah Madison is a veterinarian with a big dog, an even bigger horse, too many cats, and a very patient boyfriend. She is a terrible cook, and concedes that her life would be easier if Purina made People Chow. She writes because it is cheaper than therapy.


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Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Friday, June 20, 2014

Author Lacey Silks - My First, My Last Cover Reveal & GIVEAWAY...

Young couple kissiing

Title: My First, My Last 
Publication Date: July 21, 2014 
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance 
Word Count: Approximately 78,000 
Publisher: MyLit Publishing 
Format: eBook and Paperback



Fate has kept them apart for twenty years. Their roads hadn't crossed and the stars didn't align until now...

Matured, more experienced, pierced, tattooed and hot as hell, Adrian steps back into Mia's life to reclaim his first love. And the moment she sees him she can't even remember her own name.
Adrian Reed had always remained in Mia's heart. After all, he was her first boyfriend and the man she'd lost her virginity to, but that was twenty years ago. His sudden appearance at a bar, on a girls night out, has Mia acting like the fifteen year old girl she was when they parted.
But life now is not as simple as it was twenty years ago. With two kids, a hopeful ex-husband and new insecurities, Mia finds opening up to a new relationship more challenging.
Will she give her first love another chance, or will she push him away, this time for good?


 Author of Erotic Romance, Lacey Silks writes her stories from life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She likes a pinkish shade on a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie, especially when it’s torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a birthday suit.
When she’s not thinking about writing steamy stories, which is a rare occasion, Lacey enjoys camping and skiing with her family (not at the same time of course). She’s a happily married wife blessed with two kids who adore going to the library. She’s an early bird by nature, but loves the nightly adventures with her hubby which provide good content for her books.  


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Monday, June 16, 2014

The Cynn Cruor Bloodline Series with Author Isobelle Cate...

The Cynn Cruor Bloodline Series

When I started out writing the stories of the Cynn Cruor immortal warriors, I didn’t expect it to go the way it did.  You see, I’m a pantser. Plotser? Maybe a plottypantser. The point I’m getting at is when the characters keep on talking, there are so many roads they will take you to.  And they have led me down to so many amazing paths which will come out in the rest of the books. 

All of the Cynn Cruor immortals have reasons why they want Dac Valerian dead. It wasn’t only because of his attempted assassination against the Ancient Eald also known as the Ancient Cynn. Dac Valerian took a part of who they were and destroyed it.  It has and always will be because of the women the Cynn Cruor have found to be their mates that they are made whole again.

After all, isn’t that what we all look for? Somebody to make us complete? Here are the books comprising the Cynn Cruor Bloodline Series.

Rapture at Midnight:

There is an on-going war between two breeds of immortal warriors who carry human, vampire, and werewolf blood, the Cynn Cruor and the Scatha Cruor. The Cynn Cruor wants to live in harmony with the human race. The Scatha Cruor wants to enslave them. Finn Qualtrough, a Cynn Cruor warrior is on a mission to find Dac Valerian, the leader of the Scatha Cruor responsible for the deaths of many, including his parents. When he pursues three Scatha warriors who can lead him to Dac, he happens upon a woman who awakens a desire within Finn to claim her as his own. Her name is Eirene and she is the very essence of his immortal life.

Eirene Spence is an insomniac and a computer genius who loves walking in the park at midnight. She stumbles upon the Scatha Cruor and is almost killed until a handsome stranger rescues her. His touch ignites a hunger inside her that only he can satisfy.

He is her soul.

By some twist of fate, one of Eirene's clients is Dac Valerian. She is able to tell Finn and the rest of the Cynn Cruor where Dac is hiding. Now Dac wants her dead.

Will Finn be able to keep Eirene alive and at the same time fulfill his mission? Will Eirene's wish to be part of Finn's life come true knowing that he is destined for someone else?


Forever at Midnight:

Roarke catches a glimpse of Deanna in Dac Valerian’s club. He is unable to believe that Deanna is alive when he buried her himself nearly five hundred years before. He searches for her in the streets of Manchester just to prove that he hasn’t lost his mind.  But when Deanna turns up on the street facing the Cynn Cruor’s headquarters, Roarke needs to know why she hid herself from him.

Knowing that her secret can only destroy whatever feelings Roarke has left for her, Deanna remains silent until circumstances force her to reveal everything.

Hearts are broken on both sides but Roarke and Deanna have to work together if they are to find a way of ending Dac and the Scatha Cruor’s power once and for all. Desire rises and passions are rekindled.

Will their pursuit of Dac lead to another chance at happiness? Or will it forever tear them apart?


Midnight’s Atonement:

Graeme Temple is nearly killed during the Cynn Cruors’ siege of Dac Valerian’s fortress on the Isle of Man, when he takes a silver bullet intended for his Dux, Roarke Hamilton. While on the mend, Graeme meets Kate Corrigan, a woman who enkindles his lust, his desire to possess, his need to protect. It is Kate who gives him a reason to be a better person than he was before. 

Kate is an investigative journalist who has been following a local councilman she believes is involved in human trafficking. When she meets Graeme one rainy day, the attraction she feels toward him is something she longs for but refuses to have. Kate is about to expose the councilman when her friends are kidnapped to silence her. But she refuses to let go. Knowing that the councilman can wield his extensive influence over the police, she looks for help from outside. 


Thrown together, their attraction for each other becomes a passionate conflagration that will not leave them unscathed. 

But not all is cut and dried. Graeme finds out that the person Kate is after is the very person he has been searching for, for centuries. A great sacrifice is made that can break them apart. Will the feelings they have for each other be more than enough to get them through this storm? Will Graeme be a better man when this debacle is over, and will he be the man to break through the walls of Kate’s heart?



Wow, check out this new series from Isobelle Cate. 

Thank you for coming on the blog and sharing with us today.

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Friday, June 13, 2014

A FREEBIE & an Amazing Paranormal Romance GIVEAWAY with Eve Langlais...

FREE BOOK download for June of A Demon and His Witch from major vendors:

Next Welcome to Hell book, Hell's Kitty, releases June 17th

Giveaway ebook copy of A Demon and His Psycho, book 2 of Welcome to Hell.

Excerpt of A Demon and His Witch

Lucifer lined up his shot and gave a few practice swings with his number nine thigh bone. The shrunken skull waited for him to putt. He pulled back and –
“I demand you castrate him!”
– his shot went wild, careening off the pillars and missing his interior putting green entirely. Sighing, he turned and faced Ysabel, who, as usual, appeared annoyed.
“What has he done this time?” he asked as she flopped into a chair.
“He kissed me.”
He’d always known Remy was braver than most. “The horror. The shame. And?”
“What do you mean, and? I didn’t want him to.”
“So tell him no.”
“I did. Kind of.” He stared at her. She sighed. “Fine, I kissed him back. But I didn’t want to. He made me do it.”
Lucifer blinked. Stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it. Surely he misunderstood. “He made you do it? I’m sorry, did I suddenly enter an alternate universe? Since when does anyone make you do anything? I’ve been trying to get you to show up on time for five hundred years and you still insist on making your own hours.”
A smirk graced her face. “I do it to keep you on your toes. But, back to the kissing demon. I want to know how to stop him from using his magic or potion or whatever it was he used to make me like it.”
Now this was interesting. “You’re mad because you enjoyed it?”
“Loved it, actually,” Remy announced, striding in unannounced. It seemed his witch’s bad habits were rubbing off.
“Does no one knock anymore?” But they weren’t paying Lucifer any attention as they faced off.
“I did not like it.”
“Liar. The tongue in my mouth said otherwise.”
“I was pushing yours out.”

Author Website:

Next Welcome to Hell book, Hell's Kitty, releases June 17th


Eve has generously offered not only the first book in the series as a freebie on Amazon for the whole month of June, but also an e-book copy of the second book, A Demon and His Psycho, to one lucky commenter on Labelle Books. 

So please leave a comment with your email address' at the bottom of this post and Eve will draw the lucky winner on Tues. June 17th.

Giveaway ebook copy of A Demon and His Psycho, book 2 of Welcome to Hell.

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Send Him an Angel, By Author Tabitha Shay...


In the Badlands of the Dakota Territory, a war rages between good and evil, between
angels and Satan’s three sons…

Earth Angel —Elizabeth Bonner’s plans for her wedding dissolve when she discovers her fiancĂ© cheating. To escape the pain and humiliation, she flees to the rowdy mining town of Deadwood Gulch where one person stands between her and hell—Gabriel King.

Dark Angel —Gabriel is feared by most, but he meets his match with Elizabeth. 1876, Dakota Territory is no place for a lady whose innocence is tempting as sin. Toss in a couple of trouble-making cherubs, and the Old West will never be the same.

Elizabeth and Gabriel —more than one war is brewing in the Black Hills…


Elizabeth swatted his hand. “Mr. King, I have no desire to have this indecent conversation.”
“Well, you better listen, lady,” he ordered in a no nonsense manner, “unless you wish to live a very short life.”
“Are you threatening me?” She reared back, unable to believe he had the nerve to try and terrorize her in front of witnesses, not that anyone of the three in the room seemed to be paying much attention to her.
“I’m not threatening you,” he replied. “I’m warning you. Deadwood is dangerous even for those who know to watch their backs. An innocent like you won’t last a day. The gulch is ten miles long, very winding and jammed with row after row of saloons. Gambling and bordellos is the common instead of the uncommon. The men are wild, rough, dangerous, and hungry for a woman.”
“Yes, I can see that.”
His lips quirked. “Honey, I’m one of the good guys.”
She gave an undignified snort. “Good at what?”
Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Take me up on that offer of lunch, and I’ll show you. I’ll prove how good I am at a number of things.”
Before she had a chance to voice her distaste at his blatant insinuation, Nicholas hurried to her side. “You know the wedding is still on, darling. You can’t possibly doubt it.”
Elizabeth gaped. At the moment, she had no idea what her fiancé was talking about.
Gabe snorted. “Good old Nicholas, a tad late with his response and support for his bride-to-be, but hell, better late than never.” He quirked a brow at her as if to ram his point home.
Elizabeth flashed Gabe a disgruntled look. “Shut up.”
“I was only trying to―”
“I know what you were trying to do, Nicholas. Don’t be defensive. You aren’t the one I told to shut up.”
Gabe clutched his heart as though she’d crushed him. “Oh, your words were directed to me?” he asked, all innocent. “I think perhaps you might need to talk less, my dear, Elizabeth, and observe more.”

Author Bio:
Tabitha Shay, author of paranormal romances, Witch’s Brew, Witch’s Heart, Witch‘s Moon, Witch’s Magic, Witch’s Fire, and Witch’s Touch.
A member of the Oklahoma Writer’s Federation, Inc., she has served as both a category chair and judge. Her books have been nominated for several awards, including the prestigious P.E.A.R.L. Award for Witch’s Magic and Witch’s Moon, which was also nominated for Best All Around Paranormal in 2008. Witch’s Fire won Runner Up for Best Paranormal Book of 2010 at LRC. Her latest release is a paranormal historical titled, Send Him an Angel, book one in the Angels of Deadwood Gulch Series.
Ms. Shay also writes under the name, Jaydyn Chelcee, and is the author of the best selling, contemporary western romances, Montana Men Series, In the Arms of Danger, No Holds Barred, Too Hot to Handle/Too Close to the Fire, Playing for Keeps, and Wild.
Coming in 2014, Darkest Angel, book 2 in the Angels of Deadwood Gulch Series.


Thanks again for joining us today, Tabs, it's always a pleasure to host you. Send Him an Angel sounds like a fantastic read...

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~

Monday, June 2, 2014

Who wants some hot M/M Romance? Meet Eva Lefoy & Check out her Kink Club Blues and Comment to win a Copy...

Kink Club Blues – Love Hurts, Book II
By Eva Lefoy
Publisher: MLR Press

I have always been a reader of M/M romance. Maybe it’s because I had two gay uncles. Or maybe it’s because I lived in Seattle for 15 years and had lots of GLBT friends. Or maybe I just like it because it’s HOT!

Well, I tend to write it HOT as well. My newest release from MLR Press is Kink Club Blues. It’s book II in the Love Hurts series. In book I (Sex, Ties and Videotape), we met the submissive Geoffrey and Paul, who decides to roll with the whole Dom scenario. Mostly he just wants to provide really great sex for Geoffrey so Geoffrey can see how much Paul loves him.


In Kink Club Blues, Paul has a few moments of despair. He secretly wants to marry Geoffrey and is worried about whether Geoffrey is really there for the great sex or if he’s there for the long haul. Check out the book and see what happens.

Also in book II, we find out what happens to Brian – Geoffrey’s ex-boyfriend. Let’s just say the Gar clears up a few misunderstandings for Brian about the Dom/sub relationship and which side he’s really on! You’ll have to wait for book III to find out how well Brian adjusts to his new role. But here’s a pic of Gar to get your mind in the mood for hotness!

GIVEAWAY – I am doing an ebook giveaway of Kink Club Blues today on Labelle Books to one lucky commenter. Please comment below to win.

Thanks for reading!



Paul and Geoffrey return from their special trip to Paris. Paul plans to propose to Geoffrey but first, his urge to protect his lover drives him to close an old loophole. He visits Brian, demanding the original video he made of Geoffrey be destroyed.

Brian doesn't understand what Paul's upset about, or his dominant streak. But the clearer Paul's feelings for Geoffrey become to him, the more Brian desires to have a man love him the same way. Curiosity draws him to the local kink club, and into the arms of a man whose punishment gives him all he secretly craves.


A mountain of a man appeared before him, and he immediately stopped struggling, as though someone had pushed his obedience button. Gar.
“Causing trouble already? Just couldn’t wait for the full tour?”
Brian bit his lip. Behind him, he heard Paul going on about the video. Tattling on his former bad choices, making him sound like an ass. He watched Gar’s eyebrows lower and his lips frown.
“Is this true, Brian?”
Sighing, he nodded. “Yes, but—”
Gar stepped closer, waving the security guards off. The man exerted a pull on him he’d never experienced before. He stood there mesmerized, as Gar towered over him disapprovingly.
“So, you like to pick on subs do you?”
“No.” He shook his head emphatically. “It was a mistake. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know.” If he could only explain. More than anything, he hated the thought of Gar thinking ill of him. The desire to prove himself worthy, be accepted by Gar ate at him hard.
Gar eyed him curiously for so long Brian thought he’d turned to stone. “What did you really come here for tonight, Brian?”
Brian sucked both his lips in, trying not to whimper. His body surged with unfulfilled desire, and he unconsciously leaned toward Gar as though snagged by his orbit. But admitting what he wanted out loud, what he wanted Gar to do to him, frightened him even worse than Gar’s rejection.
Gar stepped closer so they were toe-to-toe. His hot breath fanned Brian’s cheeks. His gaze burned a hole through him, but his voice was soft and low. “Did you come here to get punished for your misdeeds, Brian?”
His cock leaked, his hips thrusting forward of their own accord. He fought valiantly, but in the end he could not resist Gar’s commanding presence. He licked his lips. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”
Gar’s gaze went from Brian’s cock to his face. His smile was ferocious, as though he’d eat him alive and lick him up. His fingers came to Brian’s neck and pinched.
Brian thrilled at the look and passed out at Gar’s feet.

Kink Club Blues

Sex, Ties and Videotape
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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.


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