Monday, August 31, 2015
One: Sign the contract.
Juliette Romero had a debt to pay, a debt that wasn’t even hers. But it was the only way to keep her family safe and all she had to do was sell her body and soul to the devil.
Killian McClary wasn’t called the Scarlet Wolf for nothing. He’d been the head of the McClary Organization since he was fifteen and had built a reputation for being a ruthless son of a bitch when it came to running the city’s underbelly, not to mention merciless when it came to punish-ing those who betray him. He didn’t believe in weaknesses. Only results. Juliette, with her shy smiles and hot little body was a weakness unlike any other and yet he was powerless to resist one more taste of her sweet flesh.
Two: Become his for a year.
When given the choice between her life or her body, what could Juliette possibly do, but submit to a man whose very name invoked fear in the hearts others? She just never anticipated falling for his dark, hungry eyes and clever hands, or the way the beast in him made her feel oddly safe and cherished.
But what will happen when Killian’s dark past finally catches up to him and threatens the woman he can no longer imagine himself without? What will happen when both sides find themselves caught in a web of passion, lies and broken promises? Can Juliette tame the wolf or will her love for him devour them both?
Three: Don’t fall in love.
Boundaries will be crossed, loyalties will be tested and lives will be changed forever.
(Shadows in the dark, #2)
Author: Charisse Spiers
Illustrator: Clarise Tan @ CT Cover Creations
Cover Model: Andrew England as Kross Brannon
Cover Model: Isabella "Bella" Frayne as Delta Rohr
Photographer (Front Cover, Andrew): Golden Czermak @ Furious Fotog
Photographer (Back Cover, Bella): Darren Birks @ Darren Birks Photography
The fucking lights. They are all I can remember. Everywhere I turn I see them. They haunt my dreams, and now my reality. She liked the lights. I do remember that. It was part of her life, and in turn a part of mine, until the day I forgot it all.
Weapons. Big or small, they can be anything I need them to be. Unlike people in my life, they are predictable, dependable. Without any effort they can cause so much destruction. Touching them they are slick, smooth, and silent when I demand it. Who wouldn’t find them beautiful?
Ink. I’ve loved it since I can remember. It defines me. It’s my release. When I feel like I’m about to blow I turn to the needle. It is the only high I need. I brand people. It’s what I do. Kross Brannon is the best there is when it comes to tattoos. My company proves it.
I never teach. Those that work for me learn from someone else. I work solo. Always have and always will…but then I looked up and saw her, standing in my fucking shop, beautiful, tattooed, and her soul screaming for me to reach out.
That’s the moment everything started falling into place…
I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. Nothing and no one will stand in my way now. I want to be pissed at her, but she’s just given me everything I’ve fucking dreamed of since I was a kid. He’s giving me a chance. I will not let him down.
But then he touched me.
My entire life I’ve been cold, but now a spark has ignited and I’m starting to warm. What does this mean? He can’t know my secrets. It could ruin everything. I want him, but I’ll never give in. The tug of war inside will never defeat what I want. I don’t care how raw my hands become from the rope. Delta Rohr has never fallen for a man, and I don’t intend to start now.
Most like to think that love and war will never entwine, leaving the two paths separate, but sometimes to find the one worth fighting for you must enter into war. The infamous question will always remain: all is fair in love and war? Will it always be a myth or will they find out?
My eyes travel from his lips back to his eyes, locking into place. I hook my thumbs behind the front waistband of my shorts, giving them a prop to avoid an awkward stance, before going for the introduction I couldn't muster last night. "I'm Delta Rohr, the girl that's going to be one of the best in a man's world. Ink is my life. I wear my portfolio on my body. I'm an artist, only I want my canvas to be skin. I want my artwork to be worn. I've wanted an opportunity like this for a long time, and I'll give up anything to get it, but I need the tools to get there. I need the best fucking mentor there is. I need you, Kross."
He remains staring at me while my intestines start twisting into knots, saying nothing at all. Maybe my answer wasn't adequate enough. I'm not sure if I should say anything else or leave it at that. His stance finally breaks and his arms rise and fold over his head, his hands gripping the back collar of his shirt. He pulls it over his head, baring his torso a few inches at a time until it's completely off. Oh hell. His body looks better without clothes than with. He obviously works out, his chiseled form confirming it. Let's not forget the ink spread across his chest and running down both arms. The lower part of his sleeves and the ink that peeks out of his collar, running up part of his neck, is the only thing I've noticed until now. Now that he's standing here shirtless. He tosses the shirt over his shoulder, freeing up his hands.
"What are you doing?"
I immediately notice the silver, square, belt buckle in a dull metal finish, cut out to form a raised skull in the center; my favorite emblem, and the masculine opposite to mine...exactly what he tattooed on my body last night, complete with a pink hair bow. The black, elastic band of his briefs is peeking out of the waistband of his jeans. He works to unbuckle his belt, letting each end hang, before going back for the button. He pops it through the slit and then slides down the zipper, revealing the royal blue underwear hugging his hips. My eyes widen. Is he stripping up here? What the hell is he doing?
"Kross, what are you doing?" I ask again, needing an answer. My heart rate is beating faster with each movement he makes.
"Starting part two."
"Which is?" I'm becoming nervous. Is he just using me for sex? Dammit, I feel so stupid. I actually thought this was a real interview. I should have known this was just a setup.
"Letting you tattoo my body."
I regain focus. "Say what?"
"I don't repeat myself. Listen the first time." He pushes the band of his underwear down his body, along with the waist of his jeans, leaving them not far above his...
"It's kind of hard to listen with you stripping naked. You're a guy and I'm a girl. It's human nature to look. So sue me."
He grabs me by the arm and pulls me toward his station. "The second part of this interview is to see you give it a shot. To me, tattooing is a natural talent. It takes more than the ability to trace an object to be a good tattooer. An artist is well rounded in all areas: drawing, tracing, visualizing, shading, design and color, all while having a steady hand. You may be good at drawing with a pencil, but it's a little more difficult with a vibrating gun in your hand puncturing the skin hundreds of times per minute. I'm not wasting my time to make shit more pleasant. I'm making great, flawless."
He releases my arm and steps over the chair in a straddling stance, drawing my attention to his black, high-top Converse shoes matching my pink ones, before grabbing a thin sheet of paper off the counter space. My nerves are on overdrive now. "I've already drawn you out a design that matches the one I tattooed on your pelvis last night, minus the fucking bow. It's a pretty simple design but a good one. Basic skull and crossbones fit my personality so I'll deal with it on my body. Wouldn't be the first version anyway, but since this is your first it's going somewhere I can cover up if you fuck it up. My sleeves are sacred, my masterpieces. Only the best adds to it. You earn the right to leave your mark as an artist there."
He pushes his pants down some more, until the top half of his firm ass is bare. If he pushes them down any further I'll be able to see his dick. Without breaking he applies the transfer of ink from paper to skin below his waistline, and low enough he can cover it by simply buttoning his pants. He cannot possibly expect me to give him a tattoo that close to his dick. Come on....
He grabs a pair of black, latex gloves off the tray. It looks like everything is already setup. "If you want to be the best in a man's world, then you better be serious as fuck about learning and perfecting. There are some that have made it and done so well, but tattooing has always been a man's art. I'm not showing you how to setup or prep today, because that's not necessary before you get the job. I looked at your ability to draw when I looked at your body last night. I want to see technique. I'm a hands on learner so that's how I teach. You have about a two-hour window. All of my artists will be here at three today. That gives me time to clean up after you're done."
"So you let everyone interview this way? How do you have any blank skin left?"
A smirk begins to form. "Nope. You're the first. I don't normally teach."
My nerves were at a good five. They were just bumped to ten. "Uh, then why me?"
"I'm feeling giving I guess." He hands me the gloves and sits down on the chair, then laces his hands behind his head and leans back against the back of the chair. "Tattoo me."
I am totally and inevitably fucked...
I found books when I was going through a hard time in life. They became my means of escape when things got bad. I realized quickly how much I loved to take a backseat to someone else's life and watch the journey unfold. That began my journey with books in November of 2012. I constantly had a book open on my Kindle app. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself as a writer, because I never thought I was creative enough. I'm living proof that things will fall into place when they're meant to be. People will make their way into our lives when we don't expect it, setting the path for what we are meant to do. Never give up on people. Never stop taking a chance on others. Someone took a chance on trusting me with her work when she didn't know me from a stranger on the street and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime as our relationship progressed, which led me to editing and writing as well. This is my dream I never knew I had. As soon as I sat down and gave writing a shot, it was like the floodgates opened. Now, I am lost in a world of fiction in my head, new characters constantly screaming for their stories to be told. Continue to dream and to go for them. No one ever found happiness by sitting on the sidelines. Sometimes we have to take risks and put ourselves out there. Thank you for all of your support, and may there be many books to come. XOXO- C
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Dual Cover Reveal
Suit and Slut (The Twin Duo)
Best Selling Author Jettie Woodruff
SUIT Release Date: September 21st
SLUT Release Date: October 26th
Once upon a time I was Gabby Delgardo.
And then I wasn’t…
I was Gabriella Pierce.
And the slut…
We were the model couple. Picture perfect in the eyes of the beholder. A beauty created by our observers. A flawless marriage with a lifetime agreement. One made to suit both our needs.
I signed my name on the dotted line. My marriage certificate.
Lies. Regrets. Secrets from the past.
I was Gabriella Pierce.
And then I wasn’t…
Once upon a time I was Gabriella Pierce
And then I wasn’t.
I was a liar.
And a slut. His slut.
Once upon a time I was a twin.
And then I wasn’t.
The Twin Duo
September 21st October 26th
“I’m not sure you want me
cooking for you, or anyone else. I feel like you kidnapped me and you’re trying to give me this life that’s not really mine. I don’t feel like the type to be controlled.”
Paxton placed a finger over both my lips and shushed me with a quiet, “Shhh, hush now. I assure you with everything in me that you are the type to be controlled. That’s why you suck my dick. That’s why your legs fall apart whenever I come near you. You’re a slut. My slut. I own you.” His dry, sultry words, touched my lips while his fingsers slid down the middle of my neck. One straight line. The dry swallow stuck in my chest when his hold over me wrapped gently around my throat. His grip tightened and his lips met mine. “Shhh, don’t talk, baby girl. Turn around and go take a shower like you were told”
My eyes cowardly dropped to the floor and I submitted.
My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don't know what genre I write in. People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that's what makes me happy. I don't want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boy's, taboo; touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn't make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing are friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff. Happy Reading.
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WINE & WHISKEY: Everything For You
By: Nikki Belaire
The only woman Nick’s ever loved wears his ring and carries his baby. All the dreams he never thought possible have finally come true. Because of Shae. His sweet angel gives him everything he’s ever wanted.
To be together, they’ve fought against their careers, her friends, and the demons from their pasts. Yet, nothing and no one has ever able to sever the connection between them. After finding their way back to each other, Shae believes in Nick and his love for her. Accepting her absolute faith in him, Nick’s finally learned to trust himself. Their commitment to each other unwavering and complete.
Yet, the perfect life remains just out of reach. Nick and Shae face the biggest challenge yet threatening their relationship. He’ll destroy any man who tries to steal the happiness she deserves. Can their love survive Nick’s plan to ensure Shae’s always safe?
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by Terri George
Book 3 in the Frost Trilogy
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release date: August 30th
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Nick Frost is a man adrift; lost without the one thing that holds him together. Only Mia can save him from himself, but she knows what she saw. Will she find it within herself to forgive?
Keeping secrets can test love to its limits. Mia has kept things hidden too. How will Nick react when he discovers Mia isn’t quite the girl he thinks she is? Will Nick let Mia into his head as well as his heart and lay his ghosts to rest?
They say true love is strong enough to weather any storm. Well there’s a whole heap of trouble blowing in from the west. When Nick acts before thinking, will Mia come up with a plan to ensure his freedom?
“Love is seeing all the flaws and accepting them. Love is recognizing all the fears and insecurities.”
Can Nick and Mia accept each other’s flaws. Can they both Let Go of their fears and insecurities and find their way to their Happy Ever After?
I’m out of the cab a nanosecond after it comes to a halt outside the club. It’s still early, but already there’s a line of people hoping to get in. One of the security blokes unhooks the purple rope as I approach.
Ray emerges from inside. I don’t fail to notice the look that passes between him and Aide. Fucking hell, I don’t need two nursemaids. Why can’t they just leave me to my misery? I don’t want their sympathy or their concern.
I grunt in reply to Ray’s welcome and go inside.
The pounding beat of the music reverberates beneath my feet as I cross the entrance lobby. I must look like I mean business because the rope at the bottom of the staircase that leads to the upper floor is unhooked tout-fucking-suite and I don’t even have to break my stride.
Upstairs in the VIP section I make straight for the bar.
‘Vodka,’ I tell the barman. ‘And not that shit you give the punters. Koniks.’
The barman looks past me, over my shoulder. I glance round in time to see Aide give a small nod. Fuck that pisses me off.
I glare at the barman. ‘What the fuck are you looking at him for?’
The barman looks all kinds of nervous as well he fucking should. I’m his boss for fuck’s sake. He takes the vodka from the drinks fridge and reaches for a tumbler.
‘Forget the glass.’ I snatch the bottle out of his hand.
‘Classy,’ Aide sneers behind me.
I tell him to fuck off and head to the farthest seating area.
Flopping down on the sofa, I unscrew the cap from the chilled bottle and throw it on the table. Ah, the first taste is always the best. Okay it’s not my first tonight, but still.
Aide places a glass in front of me and sits on the opposite sofa.
I stare at him. ‘Got a problem?’
‘Your drinking is bad enough. You could at least try not to look like some wino.’
That’s funny. Yeah, some wino I am; sitting in one of the most expensive clubs in London in a thousand pound suit. ‘Fuck you.’
Aide sighs and takes a swig from his bottle of Stella. Okay for him to drink from the bottle then.
‘So is this how it’s going to be? You drinking away our profits, not to mention your life,’ Aide asks as I pour vodka halfway up the small tumbler.
I raise the glass to my lips. ‘Start a fucking tab then. You know I’m good for it.’ Fuck. I’m good for ten lifetimes.
But it’s this one that’s killing me.
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About the Author
From a small child I’ve loved to lose myself in stories. I’m a firm believer that if heaven exists, it contains every novel ever written and has big squishy sofas to curl up on and read for all eternity.
My comedy play, The Magazine was performed at The Bush Theatre in London and my poetry has been published in several anthologies. However, what I really wanted to write were novels. With several unfinished manuscripts languishing in the depths of my computers hard drive, it was my discovery of erotic romance that led me to the realisation this is the genre I should be writing.
As English as they come, I couldn’t survive without tea. From Rachmaninov to Aerosmith my taste in music is best described as eclectic. And I make a mean chocolate cake.
I currently live in London, England, but dream of moving to the coast. A long held desire I really hope to fulfill one day.
I had an absolute blast writing Beguiled and In Too Deep and I hope you enjoy them, along with book 3 of The Frost Trilogy due to be released late summer 2015. I realise the colloquial dialogue and British idioms may be new to some readers, but Mia is English as am I and she speaks with a definitive English voice - I couldn’t have written my feisty, intelligent, well-read heroine any other way. Maybe I should have included a glossary! LOL
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