Monday, April 20, 2015

Promo Spotlight on R. Ann Siracusa!

Blurb – All For A Fist Full of Ashes


Short blurb:

A fast-paced romp through Italy with tour director, Harriet Ruby, and handsome spy, Will Talbot, in hot pursuit of a lost grave and an assassin.


Long Blurb:


I’m Harriet Ruby: Tour Director Extraordinaire.  At least, I thought I was worthy of that title, until…

My first mistake: Agreeing to conduct a private tour of Italy. Fourteen Italian-Americans from New Jersey? All family, for three weeks, with four teenagers? What was I thinking? Fate responds to my engraved invitation by placing one of the family under surveillance as a suspect in an assassination plot, and who is assigned to the case?  None other than my favorite drop-dead-gorgeous spy, Will Talbot.

My second mistake: Allowing Will to coax an invitation from the family matriarch to join the tour.

And that was just the beginning. The matriarch, searching for the unknown location of her mother's grave so she can bury her brother’s cremated ashes (which have been smuggled into Italy wrapped in Cuban cigars), and her quirky family members sweep through Italy leaving chaos, hilarity, and danger in their wake. 


Excerpt:



Still standing inside the terminal with one hand on the door, I prepared to push it open, when an intense shiver skittered up and down my spine. I tingled all over and heat zinged to every to every erogenous zone, a sure sign of Will Talbot's presence in the airline terminal.
I hadn't seen him, but I didn't have to. When we're in the same space, he and I exchange a flow of energy, and my body's reactions said it all. We had a way of speaking to each other without talking.
Will was my…well, he's…hmm. Now, here's the thing. Will Talbot and I had this incredible, overwhelming physical attraction and a no-strings agreement to get to know each other better and see if the rest of our relationship could catch up with our lust.
Since he lived in Spain and I resided in Rome, we only got together every two or three weeks. We hadn't progressed much beyond the lust stage of "getting to know you," but there seemed to be a lot of other stuff going on between us, which neither of us had figured out yet.
Excited, I opened the door and stuck my head out. "I'll be there in a few minutes, Mario," I yelled, my voice tinged with anticipation, trying to keep an eye on the terminal at the same time. "Please, get everyone on board. Thanks."
He cocked an eyebrow and grinned. Mario knew about Will and me and, like I said, nothing surprised him.
Stepping back inside and away from the entrance, I closed my eyes and waited. I sensed Will's approach and the closer he got, the more my girly parts tingled with anticipation.
Even though I expected it, I gasped when he placed his warm hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
He was as drop-dead gorgeous as ever, tall, trim and well-muscled, dark hair in a military-cut-gone-spiky with just a touch of gray around the ears. Ex-military, Special Forces. So hot, he could melt butter at the South Pole in the dead of winter.
He held me at arm's length, not letting me close the distance between us and slobber all over him. That meant he was on the job being a spy. No, I mean it. He's really a spy. Officially, his title is Europol Special Agent, but the things he does—the ones I know about, anyway—have international spy written all over them.
Will looked at me and shook his head with resignation. "I might have known this was your group." He rolled his brilliant blue eyes upward. "Give me strength."
Since I couldn't kiss him or have sex with him right there in the airport lobby, I waved my hands and got nasty instead. "I knew you were here, Will Talbot. Things like this never happen to me unless you're around. It's your fault my karma has gone bad."
Will wrapped his hands around mine and forced them down to my sides. "Signorina Boobie, may I have a word with you in private?" His low sexy voice smoldered.
Even my teeth ached for him. "Don't call me that." The Hairy Boobies nickname, left over from my first experience as a tour director when Will and I met in Morocco, will haunt me forever. I wanted to be annoyed with him for bringing it up, but I was more interested in being alone with him.
I sidled closer and gazed up into his hypnotic baby blues. "In private? How much in private?" Yum. He smelled so delicious, all musky aftershave and Talbot testosterone. I wanted to bite him.
"Not that private." His tone warned me to behave. With purposeful but unhurried strides, he escorted me away from any place where there could be eavesdroppers or bugs. When he worked in his official capacity as Special Agent, he carried plenty of spy-equipment.
Off duty, he…well…had his own equipment.
He let me go and stood about two feet away, not touching but close enough to hear each other. My knees weakened at the look he gave me. Sparks of energy shot back and forth, heating us until we were in danger of spontaneous human combustion.
You might say I was anxious. Actually, horny would be a better description.
"Why didn't you tell me whose family this tour was with?"
I blinked at the hint of annoyance in his voice. "And I'm thrilled to see you, too. I did tell you. When we talked on the phone I told you, a woman named Vita Spinella and her family. She's the spokesperson, and it's her show."
"The feisty one with the cane?"
Merely envisioning the woman made me grin. "She's the one." He'd either seen or heard about the recent events in Customs.
He shook his head, his lips compressed into a thin line. "Spinella. No wonder I didn't put it together."
"Didn't put what together?"
His frown formed a deep crease between his brows. I adored that cute little crease. "I told you I was working a case in Italy."
"I know. I accepted this gig, against my better judgment, I might add, because you encouraged me to take the assignment."
"Encouraged you? How?"
"Nearly five weeks without seeing each other is a long time for us," I pointed out, trying not to look down at the rather obvious evidence that his male parts didn't need reminding. "You didn't think I'd take the risk of being sent somewhere else while you were in Italy, did you? What's the problem?"
"You're walking all over my assignment again."
"Your assignment?" My jaw dropped to flycatcher mode. "You mean my tourists have something to do with the case you're investigating? How was I supposed to know? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I can't discuss it. My investigation may or may not have anything to do with your tour."
Oh, man. Were we back to the need-to-know rule again? My shoulders twitched with annoyance. I thought by now he trusted me with at least some information.
"Hmm, so you mentioned it to remind me you can't tell me anything?" I planted my fists on my hips, attack mode. "You've said that before. I hope this time your case really doesn't have anything to do with me, because, quite frankly, I don't think I can deal with a repeat of the Spain-Morocco trip."
One of Will's eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline. "Meaning?"
I cleared my throat. "Don't go postal on me, here. I don't mean you or the part in bed. I'm up for repeats any time. But I didn't like the terrorist part, and I didn't like getting kidnapped." I paused and took a deep breath. "And I didn't like it when I thought I'd be killed before I found out who the hell you really are."


Bio:



I’m a California girl who earned her Bachelor of Architecture degree from UC Berkeley, then went immediately to Rome, Italy. On my first day there, I met an Italian policeman at the Fountain of Love, and the rest is history. Instead of a degree from the University of Rome, I got a husband, and we’ve been married going on fifty years. In Rome, I worked for as an architect and planner for a land development company for several years until we moved to the United States. I’m now retired from a 35+ year career in architecture and urban land use planning, and spend my time travelling the world and writing. I love to hear from my readers.

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Friday, April 17, 2015

Promo Spotlight Review: THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDAL BARGAIN by Lynne Graham



THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDAL BARGAIN – Lynne Graham
Bound by Gold, Book 1
Harlequin Presents #3322
ISBN: 978-0-373-13327-4
April 2015
Contemporary Series Romance

Yorkshire, England and Italy – Present Day

Lizzie Whitaker’s life has little joy as she works from sunup to sundown toiling the land of her family’s farm. Her mother abandoned Lizzie and her younger sister, Chrissie, to their father, who has become cynical about life in general as the farm income has dried up and his health has failed. After their mother’s death, the sisters were left an island in the Mediterranean ocean, but due to restrictions against selling it, they can’t dispose of it and get the money needed for the farm. One day, an Italian billionaire, Cesare Sabatino, shows up and offers Lizzie a way to help her family. However, it involves marrying him and providing him with an heir.

The island Lizzie and her sister own was once part of Cesare’s family, but now he wants it back so he can take his beloved ailing grandmother on one last visit there. The stipulation of the restrictions on the land is that a Sabatino cannot set foot on the property or buy it unless there’s a marriage between his family and Lizzie’s. He offers Lizzie a deal: marry him, get pregnant with his heir, and then he will buy the island so she can pay off the farm’s debts and pay her sister’s way through college. She reluctantly accepts, and he whisks her off to Italy where he provides her with a makeover and a fashionable wardrobe. The transformation of Lizzie has Cesare transfixed. Maybe marrying her won’t be so bad after all.

A marriage of convenience is the only way Cesare can keep his promise to his grandmother for her to visit an island she fondly remembers from her childhood. Back then the island belonged to their family, but after a failed engagement, it was given to Lizzie’s mother’s family as retribution. Lizzie and her sister inherited it upon the death of their mother, but it is useless as it cannot be sold due to some tight wording in the property deed. However, marriage to a Sabatino and providing an heir is one way to get around the clause. Lizzie refuses at first, mainly because Cesare is so out of her world and because after one failed engagement in her past she’d rather be on the farm with her favorite canine as her only companion than a man.

In THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDAL BARGAIN, Cesare thought he’d never marry but will do anything for his grandmother, even marry someone he doesn’t love. Underneath the grime of farming, Lizzie appears plain, and though she intrigues him, he doesn’t expect a spectacular marriage and has even lined up a mistress to amuse his time after the wedding ceremony. But the transformation of Lizzie has Cesare finding himself very attracted to her. A few hot kisses and he can’t wait for the wedding night. Can they turn a business relationship into a passionate one?

Against the odds, Cesare and Lizzie discover the passion and desire they thought they would never have in THE BILLIONAIRE’S BRIDAL BARGAIN. For a compelling romance of opposites attracting, grab a copy of this sizzling tale today.

Patti Fischer

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

A Perfect 10:

THE MASTER – Kresley Cole 
The Game Maker, 
Book 2 
A Perfect 10 
Gallery Books 
ISBN: 978-1-4516-5007-5 
February 2015 
Erotic Contemporary Romance 

Miami, Florida – Present Day 

Maksimilian Sevastyan is what's known as a “hobbyist”—he pays for a high class escort for the night, then never looks back. But the second Cat Marin walks into his suite, he's captivated and confused. This short, curvy, and spunky Latina is nothing like the tall blonde bombshell he usually goes for, but she's got enough of an attitude to keep even a gruff businessman on his toes. 

Cat is not an escort. Well, not really. She's on the run, and she needs money fast. When she's offered the chance to make a few thousand dollars in one night, that's enough to keep her going for months! It's too good a chance to pass up. And when she gets a glimpse of Maksimilian—he's not the type of guy you turn down. But she never expected to like him, and she definitely never wanted to fall in love. But when it comes to the Master, he gets what he wants, and Cat just can't say no. 

Maksimilian is the kind of guy a girl could fall hard for, and this reviewer is no different. Both Cat and Maks are amazingly strong, fleshed out characters that are easy to love and empathize with. When Cat's heart breaks, the audience breaks with her. And when Maks witnesses something so horrifying his life is shattered, every single reader will be trying to pick up the pieces of their own broken heart. Author Kresley Cole knows how to write a truly amazing story, and THE MASTER is another epic entry in her booklist! 

If fans of THE PROFESSIONAL (MAY 2014) thought it couldn't get any better, just wait until they meet THE MASTER! Cat and Maksimilian's relationship is so emotionally intense, readers will be shaking in their seats, and eagerly turning the pages. A heart-stopping thrill ride from start to finish, THE MASTER earns its Perfect 10 rating with ease. 

No news as to a third book yet, but readers should be on the lookout for the third brother, Dmitri, to get his own book sometime in the future! 

Amanda Toth