Friday, October 31, 2014

THE MUSE's Nancy Fraser on When Your Research Gives You Goosebumps! (+Giveaway)

Kinky Vanilla Romance is pleased to share The Muse by Nancy Fraser, an historical erotic romance (1920s) released earlier this month from Decadent Publishing. This guest post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions.

The Muse is only $0.99 at Amazon and the publisher's website.

When Your Research Gives You Goosebumps!
by Nancy Fraser

In honor of today’s holiday (my second favorite), I thought I’d share a spine-tingling personal experience.

A number of years ago I was working on a new novel ... a futuristic time travel that began with a visit to a psychic who claimed to be able to transport guests to the future for a 20-second ride and then return them safely home. My heroine, a tenacious Lois Lane-type investigative reporter was sent to debunk her claim. The hero was not only an NYC vice cop, but also the heroine’s ex-husband.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my characters...where I wanted them to go, how I wanted them to feel. The part of the story I was struggling with was the mystic part, the séance, the mysterious psychic personality.

A writer friend recommended that I visit her neighbor who, my friend assured me, possessed all the right psychic powers to answer my multitude of questions. So, being the thorough researcher that I like to think I am, I gave the woman a call.

When I made the appointment, I explained I was only there for insight into what a psychic medium does and how I could relate it to my work-in-progress. The woman told me to bring the first chapter of my book in a sealed envelope as well as something else I used when I wrote. My never-empty coffee cup was the first thing that came to mind but, instead, I put a copy of the story on my backup thumb drive and took that as well.

Non-believer that I was, I reluctantly forked over my hard-earned cash and took my seat at the table. Even though I’d only come for information, she insisted I allow her to go through her usual routine. And so...

Handwriting analysis: She had me write out a very simple sentence and then proceeded to delve into my personality based on what I’d written. I was fully expecting she’d hone in on my fiction writing but, rather, she discussed many things non-writing related from my past. Creepy!

Palm reading: Next she read my hand, pointed out my deep and long lifeline (encouraging) and found my writer’s fork! Okay, now we’re getting into what I’d expected. She also said there was a break in my heart line that would become apparent near the upcoming year-end holidays. Given both my mother and my in-laws were elderly, this gave me a moment’s pause.

Tarot cards: Nothing too profound at first. Then, she turned over the card that was supposed to represent the man/love in my life. She said there were wheels around this person. I snickered ... after all, my husband worked for a company that manufactured car wheels. The woman told me to not be so quick to laugh, and that the card had nothing to do with his employment. Strange but not creepy!

Object Association: Finally! We were to the reason I’d come. I handed her the sealed envelope and the thumb drive. She laid them on the table and rested her hands on top. Within minutes, she was giving me details in my book that we’d not discussed...delving accurately into my vivid imagination. She definitely had my attention!

Then, for some strange reason, she began talking about a farmhouse, a small boy with blond hair and a camera. I explained that those weren’t from the book I was working on, but rather from an outline for another book I’d hoped to write someday. She asked if I was thinking of that second book while we talked and I told her “no”, I hadn’t thought of it in weeks.

After we were done and she’d given me some wonderful insight as to how I could play up the psychic’s skills in my book, we opened the envelope and I showed her the first scene she’d described so well. I left the session far less of a skeptic but still not convinced true powers existed. However, I did have a wealth of information I could use while finishing my book and for that I was grateful.

When I got home, I threw the thumb drive in the computer to delete the pages I’d added. When I pulled up the directory, I found not only the pages from for my time travel, but also the proposal for the forgotten story. Goosebumps covered every inch of my arms!

Fast forward three months, the holidays were upon us, and ... my heart line and tarot card readings ... came crashing down around me. My husband of over 25 years decided to call it quits and he’d set the wheels in motion to separate. Everything she’d predicted had come true and I was now a dyed-in-wool believer ... and still am to this day. I’m not saying every psychic is on the up-and-up...I’m not that naive. However, there are people out there with true gifts, whether it be of a psychic nature, or creative nature ... we all have something to give.

The book I’m sharing with you today, The Muse, is my creative outlet … my something to give. I hope that you’ll be enticed by the beautiful cover and blurb and pick one up. If not, that’s okay too.

If you’re going out tonight, with children or without, be safe and have a spookily good time!

The Muse by Nancy Fraser

Privileged Hyde Park socialite, Susan Leland, wants more from life than being a rich man’s daughter. She wants excitement, daring, but most of all, she wants to explore her sexuality. A chance meeting with artist Evan Forrester, a man she’d met purely by ‘accident’ months earlier, leads Susan on a journey of sensual discovery that not only includes the handsome Evan, but also sultry torch singer, Holly Winters. Together, the singer and the artist uncover Susan’s utmost desires and unleash her inner vamp.


Susan tapped lightly on the solid oak door leading to Evan Forrester’s downtown loft. The building was old, in parts dilapidated and smelling of mold. The three-story climb to his studio had been precarious, with more broken stairs than good ones. The urge to turn and flee ran rampant through her thoughts. She still couldn’t believe she was actually taking him up on his suggestion. 

She hesitated. She hadn’t pictured him being destitute, a starving artist unable to afford something better than this run-down building. As hard as she tried to ignore her inner voice, she couldn’t hide her concern for the safety of her situation. Eager to be out of the dark, damp hallway, she knuckled the door a bit harder, stopping just short of actually using her balled-up fist to pound the old wood. 

From behind the barrier, she could hear the shuffle of footsteps, and held her breath in anticipation. When the door opened, she let her breath out on a sigh of relief. 

“You’re here,” Evan said, his gaze flaring as if she’d caught him by surprise. 

“You said one o’clock,” Susan reminded him. She made a rather deliberate show of staring at her bare wrist. “It’s five minutes of, according to my watch.” 

He stepped back and allowed her inside. Unlike the dark entryway and corridors leading to the third floor, his loft was filled with color, vivid splashes of paint adorning walls full of original artwork. Windows rose from floor to ceiling, allowing the early afternoon sun to shine through, unimpeded by draperies of any kind. Sparsely furnished with nothing more than a few chairs and a small kitchen table. Susan wondered what lay behind each of the three doors along the back wall. 

“Truthfully, I didn’t think you’d show.” He waved his hand in a circle, the arc encompassing the entire open living area. “I don’t get many Hyde Park society girls in my studio.” 

She raised her chin a notch. “Whether you realize it or not, I’m not like most Hyde Park girls.” When he didn’t comment, she reminded him, “You said I could make up for the accident by posing for you. I’m here to make amends for—as you put it—the pain and suffering my recklessness caused.” 

He chuckled, the teasing lilt of his voice drawing her attention to where he stood. It was then she realized he was dressed in little more than a pair of tight- fitting denim rousers and an unbuttoned shirt. A sparse patch of short curls adorned his well-muscled chest, trailing downward to disappear inside the waistband of his pants. His feet were bare and his dark hair tousled, as if she’d awoken him from a sound sleep. His second laugh, this one much heartier than the first, told her she’d been caught staring. A sudden wave of heat rushed her cheeks. Her pulse raced. 

“As I said last night, I don’t do formal portraits.” 

His words drew her gaze back to his face, his mouth, the fullness of his lips. She raised her head and nodded. “Let’s just get this over with, please.” 

He crooked his finger and motioned for her to follow. “Bathroom’s through there, if you need the facilities.” He opened the door to the middle room. “This is my bedroom. You can change in here, if you’d like. There’s a dressing gown hanging on the back of the door.” 

“Change into what?” she asked. Her throat suddenly as dry as a pile of cotton batting, she slipped out of her lightweight coat and cloche and laid them at the foot of the bed. 

Evan shook his head; his eyebrows arched and wagged teasingly. “Into as very little as you’re comfortable with, Miss Leland. I prefer totally nude, but if you’d like to leave your fancy drawers on, I can use my imagination.” He motioned toward the wooden table in the corner of the room. “There are some props, jewelry and the sort, over there, if you’d like to doll yourself up.” 

“Anything else?” She did her best to put a sarcastic bent to her question yet feared her voice trembled too much to make the right impression. 

He lowered his gaze from her face, across her body, down her legs, settling at last on her ankles. The intensity of his perusal made her toes curl. 

“Take off those shoes and put on a pair with ankle straps. Preferably black. There should be a pair in the closet that will fit you.” He turned toward the door, stopping to add, “My studio is in the next room over. I’ll prepare a fresh canvas. Don’t take forever. I have someone coming at three.”

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Like most authors, Nancy Fraser began writing at an early age, usually on the walls and with crayons or, heaven forbid, permanent markers. Her love of writing often made her the English teacher’s pet, which, of course, resulted in a whole lot of teasing. Still, it was worth it.

When not writing (which is almost never), Nancy dotes on her five beautiful grandchildren and looks forward to traveling and reading when time permits. Nancy lives in Atlantic Canada where she enjoys the relaxed pace and colorful people.



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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Book Review and Giveaway: The Portal Guards by Marcia Colette

Kinky Vanilla Romance is pleased to share The Portal Guards by Marcia Colette, a fantasy romance available now from Mocha Memoirs Press. This review post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions.
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The Portal Guards by Marcia Colette

Evelyss Nontage is a housekeeper at the Talbert Estate who has been hired to keep order. Her family is also relying on her to learn of the location of a mysterious portal that allows those from the Fringe Line to pass into the human world. For her and her loved ones, it’s a matter of life and death.

Brahm Gushon is an occupant who has been with many of ladies in waiting. He’s tired of them, too. He’s drawn to the solitary housekeeper who has her mind two things. Her duty and her loyalty to the household. No one will break her concentration. Not even him.

Evelyss and Brahm must work through their frustrated feelings to send a deadly intruder back to hell…assuming he doesn’t take both of them with him. It’ll take another leap of faith in each other to overcome the second enemy they don’t see coming.


Evelyss hurried down the hall. That infuriating man was supposed to bring the girl down. She wasn’t supposed to have to go up and get her. But time was short and those who had already brought down their women were headed into the darkness to patrol the path to the portal before finishing their Sixth Night celebrations.

The entire town of Naya would be there, including just pretty much everyone on staff. Nobody dared miss the rounds of alcohol and fireworks in the street. Sixth Night only happened once a month during the spring, summer, and fall seasons. Everyone worked so hard throughout the region and needed a break, so Sixth Night was the answer to that. Whether you were human or otherwise, old or young, it didn’t matter.

Evelyss wouldn’t be there. This was her night to work before taking the next three days off.

Thankfully, the door was open. Evelyss wouldn’t have to knock and interrupt something that would surely leave her red-faced and upset.

Just as she was about to enter the room, Brahm flew out, tucking his shirt into his pants. He slammed into her so fast and hard that she fell backward, with the full length of him on top of her.

Fury roared inside her. She opened her mouth, ready to light into him, when she noticed something else below his waist. Though it wasn’t standing erect at the moment, there was no missing the warm member that rested against her crotch.

Evelyss gulped. “C-c-can you get off me, please?” Great. As if that was supposed to sound angry at him for invading her personal space.



The Portal Guards is a 57-page novella with a fabulous cover, a feisty housekeeper heroine, and a swoon-worthy guardian hero. This little bit of fantasy romance was just what I needed to break up my reading monotony.

There is a lot going on in the pages. The story takes places on the Talbert Estate, in a dimension outside of the human world. Many of the beings working at the Talbert Estate are not what they seem and everyone has a secret. Even the estate has a secret. There is a secret portal on the property that allows passage between worlds. When an intruder breeches the estate's protective magic, Evelyss and Brahm (who have a strained relationship at best) are forced to work together to protect the portal and themselves.

I love stories where the characters fall into a romance unexpectedly. It would be great to see Evelyss and Brahm get their own full length novel. I am also curious to learn more about some of the supporting characters and concepts mentioned in the story. There is a whole new world to explore on the other side of the Fringe Line.

Looking for an interesting quick-to-read romance? The Portal Guards is sure to please.

I received a copy of this book exchange for an honest review.


Bestselling author Marcia Colette didn’t discover her love for reading until her late teens when she started reading John Saul and progressed to works by Bentley Little, Stephen King and Laurell K. Hamilton. Her reading tastes convinced her to write paranormals where curses cause people to shift into spiders, psychotic and telekinetic mothers are locked away in attics, and murderous doppelgangers are on a rampage. Let's not forget about the hunky werecheetah coalitions who live throughout North Carolina. As long as she can make it believable, that's all that matters.

Born and raised in upstate New York, Marcia now lives in North Carolina with her mom and beautiful daughter. They’re not raising zombies in the backyard. There aren’t any hellhounds living in the den, only a rabbit and a cockatiel. So where she gets her ideas is as much a mystery to her as anyone else.

The best place to find her--when she's not stirring up trouble--is on her blog where she loves connecting with readers.






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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

THE SINS OF A FEW by Sarah Ballance: $25 GC Book Blast

Kinky Vanilla Romance is pleased to share The Sins of a Few by Sarah Ballance, an historical romance released this month from Entangled Scandalous Publishing. This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions.

Sarah will be awarding a $25 Amazon or BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn host. Click on the banner to visit other stops on this tour.

The Sins of a Few by Sarah Ballance

Salem, 1692

The moment he steps off the boat and into his hometown of Salem, Nathanial Abbot knows the rumors about Salem are indeed true. For in the two years since he's left Salem—disowned by his family and seeking a fortune of his own—the town has changed. It is dark with discord and suspicion... and accusations of witchcraft. Now all that remains for him is the woman he's never forgotten.

But Faith Downing isn't happy to see Nathanial. In his absence, his younger sisters have ignited the chain of hysteria that resulted in twenty deaths—including Faith's aunt, to whom Nathanial owed his life. Yet through her acrimony, Faith can't prevent herself from responding to the man Nathanial has become, handsome and kind. A man who kindles something in her that speaks of sin.


“The accused would not be in need of defense if someone had bothered to put a stop to what your sisters were doing,” she said, her jaw tight. “And if you wish to walk out of here without a limp, take heed now of your opportunity to go.”

“And if I do not?”

She lifted her hand as if she meant to contact him, but he did not allow her the chance. With undue speed, he captured her wrist and pressed her arm, gently but firmly, against the plank wall at her back. “Careful there, little one.”

“Or what? Do you mean to threaten me?”

“Not at all. In truth, my intentions are exactly the opposite.”

Her hazel eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”

His gaze dropped to her lips. Drank in the sight of her tongue darting to moisten them. Her chest heaved, sending his heart into uncharted territory. Sending him away from her. 

He released her arm and took a step back. He had been a breath away from kissing her, and the only thing that promised to be more delicious than those ripe, moist lips was the fury she would no doubt cast his way. But now was not the time, nor was it the place. “Nothing,” he said. “It means nothing.”

Leaving her staring slack-jawed after him, he turned on his heel and left.


Sarah and her husband of what he calls “many long, long years” live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. (As it turns out, her characters aren’t much better than the kids.) When not buried under piles of laundry, she may be found adrift in the Atlantic (preferably on a boat) or in search of that ever-elusive perfect writing spot where not even the kids can find her. To learn more about her work in contemporary, historical, and supernatural romance and romantic suspense, please stalk accordingly.







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The Match Maker by Karey White: $75 Book Blast

Kinky Vanilla Romance is pleased to share The Match Maker by Karey White. It is book two in the The Husband Maker romance series.

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It’s been six months since Charlotte and Kyle broke up, and the Husband Maker strikes again. Kyle is officially engaged, while Charlotte is still nursing a broken heart. In an effort to get Charlotte out of her rut, she and her best friend decide it’s time for some good old-fashioned matchmaking. While Aleena arranges for Charlotte to meet up with a handsome Scottish tourist, Charlotte gets her two best friends together. But when sparks start to fly between Aleena and Angus, Charlotte is left feeling more alone that ever--at least until the charming Scotsman becomes more than just a safe, rebound guy and teaches her that maybe, just maybe, she can dare to open her heart again.

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Charlotte’s a girl with nicknames. She may not love being called Charles or Chuck, but the hardest nickname to take is the one she was given in college, the one that’s followed her now for too many years. They call her “the husband maker” and sadly, it fits. Every guy she's dated since high school has gone on to marry the next girl they date. Not two or three girls down the road. The very next one. Is she doing something wrong or is she just cursed? When Kyle Aldsworth enters the picture and sweeps her off her feet, Charlotte begins to hope that maybe she's not destined to be single forever. A senator’s son with political aspirations of his own, Kyle's wealthy, handsome, and in need of a wife. Will Charlotte be disappointed yet again, or will she finally be able to make a husband for herself?


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Karey White grew up in Utah, Idaho, Oregon, and Missouri. She attended Ricks College and Brigham Young University. Her first novel, Gifted, was a Whitney Award Finalist. She loves to travel, read, bake treats, and spend time with family and friends. She and her husband are the parents of four great children. She teaches summer creative writing courses to young people and is currently working on her next book.

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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

SPIRITED AWAY by Angela Campbell: Blog Tour ♥ Giveaway

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Kinky Vanilla Romance is pleased to share Spirited Away (Psychic Detective Series, #3).
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Author: Angela Campbell
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 18, 2014


Who knew pet-sitting could be so dangerous…or so sexy?! Socially awkward Emma “Spider” Fisher prefers her laptop to people, so she’s more than happy to oblige her boss when he asks her to pet- and housesit while he honeymoons in London. But it doesn’t take long for accident-prone Spider to lose a dog, get locked out of the house, and set off the house alarm! Thankfully, her hot new neighbor is more than happy to come to her rescue. But Noah West is a mystery to Spider—and one she intends to solve.  

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Oh yeah. She was gonna kill that mutt when she got her hands on him. And the cat too, just because. Emma “Spider” Fisher rattled the locked doorknob one more time and glared at the animals watching her from the other side of the front window. Costello, the dog, panted happily and gave her a tongue-lolling, open-mouthed grin. Abbott, the cat, stood in the bay window beside him, watching her with disinterested, narrowed eyes as if she were the stupidest human he’d ever met. Which was a distinct possibility. “Ugh!” She rattled the front doorknob again and slapped the doorframe. Yeah, as if that would make it open. It was the morning after her first night of house-sitting for Zach and Hannah, and she’d already locked herself out. Correction. One of the dogs had escaped the fence, she’d given chase in her jammies, and when she’d ran back to call for help after not being able to catch Charlie, Costello had bumped shut the door she’d left open. Locking her out. Without a key. Without a phone. Without a hope of not being killed by her boss when he returned from his honeymoon. His beloved blind dog had disappeared after she’d chased him into some trees on the other side of the street. No telling where Charlie was now. God forbid, he could be lying dead on the highway. Might have fallen down a well somewhere. Joined a gang. Who knew? In fact, who knew a blind dog could run so darn fast to begin with? She’d bet that dog had some cheetah in his genes. Heaving a half laugh, half sob, she turned and slid down the door until her bottom met the cold concrete of the front doorstep. A quick scan of the other houses and manicured lawns lining the quiet subdivision was no comfort. Well, maybe it was. No one seemed to peek out of curtains or be aware of her humiliating predicament, although she’d have to start pounding on doors soon to see if someone would let her use their phone. Who would she call? One of the so-hot-they-could-melt-her-panties-off guys she worked with? She groaned. This could not be happening to her. A flash of brown movement to her left caught Spider’s attention and sent her heart thumping wildly against her ribcage again. Charlie was sniffing the grass and following an invisible trail beside the sidewalk in front of the house. Near the freaking road! Uttering a squeak, Spider sprang to her bare feet and hurried down the driveway, muttering “owww” and “ouch” every time she stepped on a rock or something sharp in the grass. She had a hard and fast policy against swearing, but she was seriously reconsidering that rule this morning. “Charlie!” Her voice carried down the street. She clicked her tongue. “Com’ere boy!” The dog lifted his head but kept prancing forward as a car came around the curve toward him. Panic seized her chest, releasing its grip only when the vehicle slowed and turned down a side street. The too-smart-for-his-own-good canine perked his ears up and looked in that direction. Ohmygosh, he was blind and following sounds. She had to catch him. She had to. If he got out of the subdivision and found a main road— She whistled and jumped up and down, hoping the noise would divert his attention. “Charlie!” He turned and took three slow steps toward her. “Good boy!” She whistled again and patted the front of her thighs. The long-legged retriever mix lowered his head, wiggled his raised butt, barked, and darted in the opposite direction. “No, no, no!” Spider gave chase. “Charlie!” He thought they were playing a game. Oh, for the love of—! At least he was running in circles, not straying outside the neighborhood. She had no idea how long they ran up and down the suburban street lined with a mixture of classic Georgian, English cottage and modern houses. It was mid-morning, and no one had come outside to see what she was causing a ruckus about. Geez. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. What kind of neighbors were these? “Char…Char…Charlie!” Winded, she had to slow down until she was barely moving at all. Hands on her thighs, leaning over, she watched helpless as Charlie plowed headfirst into a neighbor’s bushes. Startled, he hunched low and took slow, careful steps around the hedge. His tongue dangled out of his mouth but, otherwise, he looked ready to resume his marathon sprint. What the heck did Hannah feed that dog? Crack cocaine? One step. Two steps. Spider inched closer. Charlie turned, and she used all of her reserves to leap toward him. Yes! Their bodies collided, and she rolled with him onto the grass, the forty-pound dog using her as his personal cushion, not that she cared. Not as long as she had a tight grip on him. She laughed in triumph and then groaned when a wet tongue found her mouth. Ewww. Disgusting. Doggy slobber. So gross. It took a few more minutes of her wrangling him on the neighbor’s lawn to get into a position where she actually could pick him up. New rule. The dogs were going to wear their leashes twenty-four seven while they were under her watch. She’d once thought she might like to have a dog, but uh uh. Not anymore. Cats were so much easier than dogs. The two of them lumbered back to the house and collapsed together inside the fenced yard. Oh, thank heaven. Now she just had to figure out how to get back inside the locked home she was supposed to be protecting. Chest heaving, she sprawled on the grass for a few minutes, thinking about it. Man, she had to pee. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she considered each of the windows. She’d already checked most of them. Her gaze fell on one. The bathroom. Had she locked it back after cracking it open last night when someone whose name rhymed with Costello had pooped mushy stuff all over the floor? Remind her to never give him part of her burrito again. Ever. Struggling to her feet, she glared at Charlie as she made her way to that side of the house. He was happily prancing about the yard again as if the past hour had never happened. Insane dog. Spider nearly burst into tears when she saw through the pane that the window wasn’t latched. Yes! She pushed it up as far as she could, lifted herself up, and… A pulsating siren startled her so much she squealed and fell backwards, landing flat on her butt in the grass. “Oh, no, no, no.” The house’s high-tech smart alarm system was programmed to automatically arm itself after fifteen minutes if the doors and windows remained inactive. Zach had warned her about it at least a dozen times. It was a new system he was testing for clients of his private security firm. It took Spider a few tries to pull herself up so her waist was aligned with the windowsill. A pair of almond-shaped eyes were there waiting for her when she did. Perched on the sink, Abbott’s black and white feline body was drawn back and ready to spring as he stared at the opening in the window. “No!” Spider yelled at him as she grappled to lift her left leg up. “Don’t even think about it, mister.” With a growl, the cat took a leap in the opposite direction and darted through the bathroom doorway as she managed to get her leg over the windowsill. She was half in and half out. Basically. Almost. Her foot was inside the bathroom anyway. That was progress. “Hello?” a man’s deep voice called from not too far away. “Everything okay back there?” Oh, for the love of Pete. Straddling the window, Spider wiggled, trying to swing her other leg over and into the bathroom. Much harder to do than she’d expected. Her left side was pressed to the pane of glass on the outside of the house. No matter how hard she pushed, she couldn’t get the window to raise high enough to let her maneuver inside. The house phone began ringing and seconds later, the alarm stopped. Well, that was something at least. Furry legs grabbed onto Spider’s calf inside the house. “Hello?” the man called again. “Uh, yeah! We’re okay.” Still trying to shove the window up, she glanced down and saw Costello humping away at her leg. You’ve got to be kidding me. She tried to jostle the dog off, which only managed to get her stuck in a more awkward position. Uh. She was wedged in there pretty good now. The back fence moved inward. Spider reached a hand out and screamed, “Don’t let the dog out!” A man she didn’t recognize grabbed Charlie’s collar just as the dog ran toward the gate. That mutt must have some superpower for detecting openings he couldn’t see. She’d swear her life on it. Her body sagged against the window frame on a loud sigh of relief that he hadn’t escaped again. The stranger snapped the gate shut behind him and gave Charlie a generous rub on both ears. Spider snorted when Charlie lapped the man’s face with his tongue. Some guard dog he was. “Are you sure you don’t need help?” Seriously? He wanted to help her now? The guy lifted his delicious green gaze, which widened when it found her. He swore. “Are you stuck in the window?” She stifled a groan. He would have to be a total hottie, wouldn’t he? Please, someone shoot me now.  

About The Author
An eclectic reader who loves almost every genre, Angela Campbell read her first romance novel at 16 and immediately endeavored to write one, too. Many offbeat attempts (and a couple of decades) later, she published her first novel through Carina Press and has since sold a three-book series to Harper Impulse. "On the Scent" topped the Kindle charts in March 2014, officially becoming an Amazon best seller in both romantic suspense and romantic comedy. With every story she pens, Angela aims to build in a paranormal element to a contemporary and recognizable world with characters who find love in oftentimes humorous and extraordinary situations. Learn more about her books at

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THE HEART OF CHRISTMAS by Brenda Novak: $100 Book Blast

Kinky Vanilla Romance is pleased to share The Heart of Christmas by Brenda Novak, a small town contemporary romance available today from MIRA/Harlequin Publishing. This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Click on the banner to visit other stops on this tour.


Just call her Christmas Eve…

Eve Harmon has always enjoyed Christmas, but this year it reminds her of everything she doesn’t have. Almost all her friends are married now, and that’s what Eve wants, too. Love. A husband and kids of her own. But the B-and-B she manages and even Whiskey Creek, the small Gold Country town where she was born and raised, suddenly seem…confining.

As Eve turns thirty-five, she’s worried that her future will simply be a reflection of her past. She’s dated all the eligible men in the area. There’s no one she could even imagine as a husband—until a handsome stranger comes to town. Eve’s definitely attracted to him, and he seems to have the same reaction to her. But his darkly mysterious past could ruin Eve’s happily ever after—just when it finally seems within reach. Just when she’s counting on the best Christmas of her life!


Moving slowly to compensate for her hangover, she managed to prop herself against the headboard and, once there, frowned at her bedmate.

Who the heck was he?

She had no idea, but she was relieved to see that he was no bum off the street. He wasn’t even one of those “he looked a lot more attractive last night” kind of pickups everyone joked about. This guy was so far above average that she began to wonder why he wasn’t already taken. Heaven forbid that was the case! She didn’t see a ring on his left hand, which rested on the pillow above his head. But he had to have some story. If he looked this good sleep-tousled, she could only imagine what he’d be like once he had a chance to clean up.

It was his bone structure, she decided. Those pronounced cheekbones. The narrow bridge across his nicely shaped nose. The distinct ridge of his upper eye sockets. He also had a strong chin and a manly jaw, which certainly didn’t detract.

So maybe she couldn’t point to just one or two features. With his long, sandy-colored hair spread across his pillow, he resembled a fallen angel—and his body further enhanced that image. Although bedding covered his lower half—thank goodness—she could see his torso. He was built like a greyhound or panther, lean and sinewy and ideally proportioned with very little body hair. What body hair he did have was golden and downy, as appealing as his tanned skin.

He’d make a nice subject for a painter, she mused, someone looking for refined masculine beauty—a man who could even be called elegant.

But not everything about him was elegant. When she looked closer, she could see that he had some very unusual scars….

What types of injuries could’ve caused those? she wondered. It seemed to her that he’d been shot, and more than once. Several round, bullet-size marks dotted his chest. Then there was a long, jagged scar on his side that must’ve come from something else….

Out of nowhere—he didn’t open his eyes first, so she had no warning—he grabbed her wrists in a crushing grip and slammed her onto her back.

Eve gasped as she stared up at him. Gone was the image of an angel, fallen or otherwise. Shocked at being so easily and unexpectedly overpowered, she couldn’t even scream. His fierce expression, as if he was intent on causing her bodily harm, made it worse.

Had she brought home a homicidal maniac? Was he about to kill her?

The terror that surged up must’ve shown on her face because he suddenly came to his senses. He gave his head a shake. His expression cleared and, letting go, he eased off her and slid back onto his side of the bed.

“Sorry about that. I thought…” His words trailed off, and he covered his eyes with one arm as if he needed a moment to pull himself together.

Her heart was now pounding in unison with her head. But once she could speak somewhat normally, she prompted him to finish his sentence. “Thought what?”

His lips turned down. “Never mind. I was dreaming.”

She pressed a hand to her chest as though she could slow her galloping pulse. “It couldn’t have been a pleasant dream.”

“They never are,” he muttered.


New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Brenda Novak is the author of more than fifty books. A four-time Rita nominee, she has won many awards, including the National Reader’s Choice, the Bookseller’s Best, the Book Buyer’s Best, the Daphne, and the Holt Medallion. She also runs an annual on-line auction for diabetes research every May at (her youngest son has this disease). To date, she’s raised over $2 million.

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Monday, October 27, 2014


Kinky Vanilla romance is pleased to take part in the Between the Sheets release blitz for MOLLYWOOD (Carved Hearts #2) by L.G. Pace III & Michelle Pace.

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Title: Mollywood
Series: Carved Hearts (#2)
Authors: L.G. Pace III & Michelle Pace
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 27,2014
Covere Design: Wicked By Design

"A good chef can throw seemingly random ingredients into a pot and create something delicious. On rare occasions, fate does the same thing with hearts. With the right combination of elements at just the right time, a couple can fall head over heels in love. That being said, blending two lives can get messier than any kitchen and also a hell of a lot harder to clean up." Molly's food truck took Austin by storm, and she's got more prospects than she knows what to do with. Her crazy ex is out of the picture, and she's moved in with her gorgeous boyfriend, Joe. She and Joe rarely see one another, and when they do, their time is squandered arguing. Molly's anxious to break this cycle because the tension between them is literally making her sick. After years alone and shattered, Molly has reawakened a part of Joe that he was sure couldn't be revived. He's terrified of losing her, but their combined baggage makes every step forward seem littered with landmines. Molly's more than worth the fight, but she shouldn't be the one he's constantly battling. A master carpenter by trade, Joe has restored countless treasures which seemed beyond repair. He's determined that he and Molly won't be the exception. Fate kicks in the door and rocks them to their very foundation. Boundaries are tested, tears shed, and Molly and Joe will question everything they think they know about themselves and each other  

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I found myself looking over at Joe’s perfect profile, and felt that familiar ache in my chest. Frustrated at our disjointed state and suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, I stopped in my tracks. Joe turned to face me, a perplexed expression marring his flawlessness. I placed my hands on both of his uncharacteristically smooth cheeks and looked him in the eye. “I love you, Joe.” I felt my throat narrow painfully, and blinked away unexpected tears. “I love you, too.” His frown deepened and he brushed my sweeping bangs away from my eyes. “What’s wrong, Molly?” It was a good question and I wished I had a reasonable explanation. We’d come so far and been through so much, it seemed unfair that we couldn’t get it together long enough to enjoy any of it. I’d been wracking my brain for weeks to find the right thing to say, a verbal Band-Aid to slap over a hemorrhaging wound. It made me wish my love life could be as straightforward as my job. A good chef can throw random ingredients into a pot and create something delicious. On rare occasions, fate does the same thing with hearts. With the right combination of elements at just the right time, a couple can fall head over heels in love. That being said, blending two lives can get messier than any kitchen and also a hell of a lot harder to clean up. I wasn’t usually such a bawl baby, but when it came to Joe, all bets were off. I was freaked out about “us” just then, and what we were becom- ing. I pulled his face down to meet mine and kissed his lips delicately, so he wouldn’t be covered in my lipstick all night. “Let’s try to enjoy ourselves and talk about the ugly stuff afterwards. Okay?”

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LG Pace
L.G.Pace III has spent several decades pouring creative energy into other things besides writing. He began his current journey by telling his two daughters bedtime stories about a magical realm and a hero named Terel. Though that story is still sitting unfinished in the electronic universe he has managed to bring two other stories out of the dark maelstrom of his mind for others to enjoy. He dwells in the great state of Texas with his wife, novelist Michelle Pace and their children.
Michelle Pace
Michelle Pace lives in north Texas with her husband, Les, who is also a novelist. An Iowan native, she is the mother of two lovely daughters, Holly and Bridgette, and one uber-charismatic son, Kai. A former singer and actress, Michelle has always enjoyed entertaining people and is excited to continue to do so as a writer.
Other titles by Michelle Pace
Fury (Sound Wave Series #1)
Rage (Sound Wave Series #2)
The Perpetual Quest for the Perfect Life (Jefferson Point #1)
Something’s Come Up
Crazy Love

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Friday, October 24, 2014

Book Blast (Excerpt & Giveaway): Return to Emerald City by Allyson Lindt and Sofia Grey

Kinky Vanilla Romance is pleased to share Return to Emerald City by Allyson Lindt and Sofia Grey, a sci-fi romance released on October 14, 2014 from Acelette Press.

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Allyson and Sofia will be awarding a $10 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $15 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn host between this tour and the Excerpt tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Return to Emerald City by Allyson Lindt and Sofia Grey

Return to Emerald City

A Collection of Sci-fi Romance Novellas Inspired by The Wizard of Oz

Dorothy’s Red Shoes

There’s no place like home… Dorothy is already feeling homesick for Emerald City, and wonders if taking a job halfway around the world was a mistake. When her love life crumbles–again–will she run for home?

His Replay Girl

If he only had the nerve… Ten years ago, Quinn made the best choice of his life, and the biggest mistake. It’s true, his band, Lionheart, is one of the biggest in the world, but how much does it mean if he can’t tell the woman he loves how he feels?

His Reboot Girl

If only he had a brain… Scott woke up with his head spinning and not much else going on up there. Now he’s a suspect in a terrorist plot, and on the run. One woman insists she's the key to his past and his freedom. Too bad he doesn't remember her.

His Rewind Girl

If he only had a heart.... Cam is as much machine as man. There are days he loathes the CyGes implants that saved his life but couldn't do the same for his family. They replaced his limbs, but now he needs someone to mend his heart.


“In a hypothetical way,” said Ben, “you mean how does a guy know when a chick likes him?”

If I blushed any more, you’d be able to fry eggs on my cheeks. I nodded.

He shrugged. “I like it when a girl talks to me. When we have things in common. If she flirts with me.”

I already talked to Matthew. We both liked going to the movies and eating dark almond chocolate. Maybe it was just my flirtation skills that needed brushing up?

Ben had gone quiet, and I snapped my attention back to him. He slipped off his specs and rubbed his eyes, all the while looking at me. “I don’t think you’re talking about me though.” His voice was strangely flat. “You mean Matthew.”

“I like him, but he doesn’t see me that way.” If I was going to humiliate myself, I might as well go the whole hog. “What do I have to do, Ben? How do I make him notice me?”

There was a long moment, during which I wished I’d kept my mouth shut, and Ben just looked at me. Then he leaned back and stretched out his legs. He looked calm and unruffled, and as if I hadn’t just spilled my guts all over the pavement.

“Well…” He paused, took a thoughtful sip of coffee, and gazed into the distance. “There is one thing you could do, but I don’t think you’d like it.”


About Sofia Grey

Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.

About Allyson Lindt

Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

THE BACHELOR By Stephanie Reed | Kindle Giveaway and Facebook Party!

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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Book Review Tour (& Giveaway): STORM'S PASSION by Christine Young

Kinky Vanilla Romance is pleased to share Storm's Passion by Christine Young, a 296-page historical romance available now from Rogue Phoenix Press.

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Christine will be awarding an ebook copy of Safari Moon to one randomly drawn commenter at each stop. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.
Storm’s Passion by Christine Young


Life strikes Storm Graham a shattering blow when she learns her father has bartered her to a man she detests. Storm is beautiful, self–assured and fiercely independent, and refuses to be a pawn in her father’s schemes, yet she can find no way out of this bargain made in hell. Going on the offensive she asks the wealthiest man on the eastern coast of England to marry her, never believing she might fall in love.


For Hadden Johnston life has provided everything he ever wanted, including a sanctuary for homeless children. He is wealthy, handsome and happily unencumbered...until stunning Storm Graham marches into his life and proposes a marriage of convenience. Yet this type of marriage to a woman who inflames his senses is far from acceptable. If he’s going to be tied down, he will move heaven and earth to have this woman warming his bed.


"No! I'd rather jump off hell's cliff north of here." Storm's hands were fisted at her side, her insides churning. What could her father be thinking? But it was her father, and she knew he thought only of himself.

"What?" Bradford appeared stunned at her revelation, his eyes narrowing. His cheeks turned red, and a small drop of saliva slipped down one corner of his chin.

"You heard me father." She turned from the old man who thought to call himself a man, unable to look at him, yet resigned to see this through to the bitter end if that's what it took. She would find a way to thwart his plans.

"You can't refuse. I have a signed contract." His slack jowls quivered, his cheeks flaming with the rage he wasn't holding in check. He shook his fist in the air as if to make his point clearer.

"This is not the Dark Ages. What kind of contract." Back stiff, she faced the man who'd sired her. He was mean- spirited and meant nothing to her. No familial feelings had ever existed between them.

"A written agreement, signed and notarized, promising you will marry Charles Robertson. In this matter, you'll do as I tell you." He moved forward in his chair as if this would accentuate what he said.

By all accounts, Storm Graham is brazen, strong-willed, and beautiful. She despises her father and loves her horses. So when Storm discovers that her father has signed a contract that forces her (and her horses) into the hands of one of the region's wealthiest and most despicable bachelors, she does not take it lying down.

After evaluating her options, she determines that her best bet is to convince the region's wealthiest bachelor to marry her. She believes that Hadden Johnston's money and power can protect her from the evil clutches of Charles Robertson (and his father). In return, she can offer her interest in the family's horse and brewery businesses. The problem? Hadden and Storm are merely business acquaintances and neither is really interested in getting married.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Storm has nothing to lose by proposing marriage. Well, maybe a little pride. And Hadden knows all too well the ugliness that lurks in Charles' mind. How could he not try to intervene on her behalf? Combine that with the sparks of attraction between Hadden and Storm, and you'll end up with a marriage of convenience that had me wanting my own Hadden.

"This is an outrageous game you're playing Miss Graham. But I do understand how loathsome marrying Charles would be. I wouldn't wish it on my best friend and for some reason I've a need to protect you." -  Hadden Johnston

Rich, powerful, and cruel, Charles is also not one to take things lying down...

Storm's Passion is a fast-paced, easy-to-read novel. I read it over a weekend. Luckily for us readers, the marriage turns out to be more than Hadden and Storm bargained for. They have a chemistry that is fun to read and watch grow. Storm isn't the stereotypical damsel in distress. She is a heroine that you really get behind and pull for as the story plays out.

I think that Storm's Passion is a great choice for people who enjoy historical romance stories. I must admit, I was a little thrown off by the book cover at first. It didn't really scream historical romance to me. But don't let all that hunkiness fool you. The book is set in England in 1818.

I look forward to reading more of Christine Young's work.

NOTE: I received a free copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.


Born in Medford, Oregon, novelist Christine Young has lived in Oregon all of her life. After graduating from Oregon State University with a BS in science, she spent another year at Southern Oregon State University working on her teaching certificate, and a few years later received her Master's degree in secondary education and counseling. Now the long, hot days of summer provide the perfect setting for creating romance. She sold her first book, Dakota's Bride, the summer of 1998 and her second book, My Angel to Kensington. Her teaching and writing careers have intertwined with raising three children. Christine's newest venture is the creation of Rogue Phoenix Press. Christine is the founder, editor and co-owner with her husband. They live in Salem, Oregon.

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Book Tour (Author Interview & Giveaway): Prince Hafiz’s Only Vice by Susanna Carr

Kinky Vanilla Romance is pleased to share Prince Hafiz's Only Vice by Susanna Carr, a contemporary romance available in print and eBook formats from Harlequin Presents.

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Susanna will be awarding a $50 e-mail gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $25 e-mail gift card to a randomly drawn host. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Prince Hafiz’s Only Vice by Susanna Carr

What a royal wants…

Prince Hafiz devotes his days to his people and his nights to indulging his desires with his stunning American mistress, Lacey Maxwell. But duty requires him to marry a "suitable" bride.

In her deepest secret fantasies, Lacey naively hopes to one day wear Hafiz's ring, until her dreams are shattered and he chooses someone else.

Faced with the reality of a passionless union, Hafiz realizes the years spent with Lacey have done nothing to slake his hunger for her. Instead he's determined to turn his only vice into a virtue for the sake of his country…and each other!


"I will miss you, Hafiz," she said brokenly as her throat closed up. The tears she thought couldn’t happen beaded on her eyelashes.

Hafiz let out a shuddering breath. He swept his fingertip against the corner of her eye, taking her tears with him. The moisture clung to his knuckle, and he rubbed it into his skin with his thumb, silently sharing her agony.

The image took a chink out of her hard-earned resolve. Lacey wrapped her arms around her stomach before she crumbled altogether. "I had so many questions to ask you, and now I can't remember what they were." All except for one that danced on her tongue. "Did you ever love me?"

Silence throbbed in the air.

Lacey blinked at the question that had tumbled from her mouth. Of all the things to ask, her mind screamed.

Hafiz went unnaturally still.

"I don't know why I asked." She shrugged as her pain intensified. "Please, don't answer that."

The words were ripped from deep within her. She desperately wanted to know the answer. She never questioned it before, but she had been living in a fantasy.

Lacey had always felt Hafiz loved her. It was in his touch, in his eyes, and in his smile. But he never said the words, even when she chanted her declaration of love in the height of ecstasy.

It was too late to find out. If he didn't love her, she would never recover. If he did love her, then she would never let go. Even if he was married, even if he kept her hidden. And she couldn't let that happen.


Prince Hafiz's Only Vice is the eighth book in the Royal and Ruthless series. What is the series about?

The Royal and Ruthless series is not connected with characters or setting. The only thing these books have in common is that the hero is a prince who much choose between duty and love.

How much of a story did you have in mind before you started writing Prince Hafiz's Only Vice?

I knew I wanted to write a forbidden romance and that it was going to be set in a desert kingdom. I had an outline and I knew how I wanted it to end, but there was no guarantee that was going to happen once I start writing it.

What was your favorite chapter (or part) of the story to write and why?

My favorite part of the story is the epilogue. When I first wrote PRINCE HAFIZ'S ONLY VICE, I stopped in the middle of the book, wrote the epilogue and went back to finishing the story. I wanted to see the happy ending and the payoff for the struggle they went through. I rewrote and revised the book but the epilogue remained the same.

What about your characters surprised you while writing Prince Hafiz's Only Vice?

I knew the hero was determined to fulfill his duty but I didn't know why until he explained it to the heroine. It was a surprise and I wasn't sure if I liked it or liked that about him.

Has your life changed significantly since becoming a published writer?

I approach life and view the world as a writer. Any snippet of conversation can inspire a book. My family is used to my hermit ways when my deadline approaches. And no one wants to watch TV or movies with me because I have a tendency yell out "Foreshadowing!" or correctly suggest who the killer is.

What’s your biggest challenge as a writer? How did you overcome it, or how are you working to overcome it?

The biggest challenge is self-doubt. You don't know if can't finish the story, if it's going to work, if your editor or your readers are going to like it, etc. And you will wrestle with the self-doubts with every book almost like clockwork. The only way to overcome it is to know that you've been in this spot before, you got through it and you're going to get through it again.

What are the most important elements in good romance writing, in your opinion?

There are three important elements in good romance writing:

1. Interesting and sympathetic characters: I want a hero I can admire and a heroine I can cheer on.

2. A strong conflict: Why are the hero and heroine not together and what is keeping them apart?

3. A satisfying ending: Will the couple have a happily ever after?

What is on your “keeper shelf” of books?

There are so many books on my keeper shelf and it's grouped by authors. I have lots of books by Jayne Ann Krentz, Lynne Graham and Lori Foster.

What is something people would be surprised to know about you?

I started reading Harlequin romance novels when I was 10 years old and I haven't stopped!

What project are you working on now?

I'm working on the revisions for TYCOON'S DELICIOUS DEBT. It is a revenge story set in Portugal. It's a Harlequin Presents and will be available July 2015.


Susanna Carr is an award-winning author known for her contemporary romances. Readers throughout the world find Susanna's stories a delightful escape that has often helped them through difficult times. Reviewers frequently describe her work as "fun", "sexy" and "a must read." When she isn't writing or spending time with her family in the Pacific Northwest, Susanna enjoys reading romance and connecting with readers online.





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